Erotic Story Wife Novels & Stories

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

Without another word, he walked past me and out into the corridor, leaving me entirely alone. I stood frozen in the quiet room, holding the wedding photograph in one hand and staring at Edward’s message on the screen. The woman in the picture had once looked at Liam as if he were her entire world. But somewhere along the line, she had made a deal with another man—a promise so terrible it terrified the man who loved her. And I had no idea what I had done.

"My husband would love to have another woman come to bed with us. By the way, don't be surprised if Vicky comes over at some point." "What's her deal?" he asked. "She's married right?" "Yep," she replied. "She's married to a guy named Eric. From what I understand, she's one of those women that it's really hard to make have an orgasm," she explained. "The only one she's ever had, if she's to be believed, was from some guy in college who was about your size." "Wow!" he replied, unsure of what else to say. "So it's understandable that she's a little enamored of your situation," she said.

Eros looked at her with dilated pupils—he was at war with himself, emotions swirling inside him: rage, frustration, and goddamn desire. He wasn't going to hold back anymore either. So he stepped toward her and grabbed her shoulders firmly. "Do you know what a wife does, Lucy?" he hissed. She didn't answer—their eyes met. "She attends to her husband," Eros continued in a low voice. "In every sense." Lucy froze. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, uncontrollably—she couldn't believe what she was hearing, but her body reacted differently. "I want you, Lucy. From the first moment you walked through that damn door. From the moment you opened that mouth to argue with me, from the moment you looked at

James encourges his wife to take lovers. This is a true story as related to me by one of my readers. He commissioned me to do the story and agreed that I could post it (with his wife's permission). It is the story of how he encouraged his wife of ten years to take lovers. He felt that he was incapable of satisfying her completely and worried that she would find other lovers. I have changed the names and situation to protect their identities, but much of it is true, according to him, and I have no reason to doubt his story. He wanted me to do the story in first person as if he were telling it.

"Hmm… Sure. Let's see, in chronological order. My first wife's name is Selena, you already met her, of course, and she is a magical researcher. My second wife's name is Serafall, and she is in charge of Foreign Affairs in her country of origin. My third wife's name is Calypso, she is Greek and has a company that cultivates rare plants. My fourth wife's name is Joan, she is French and takes care of the security of our family business. My fifth wife's name is Leona, she is Italian and is a polymath researcher. My sixth wife's name is Musashi, she is Japanese and helps Joan with the security of our family business. And my seventh wife's name is Ching, she is Chinese and has a transport company.

With his skin warm and hard beneath her touch, a shiver ran down her spine. Eros didn’t move an inch despite all she was doing. As his chest rose and fell steadily against her cheek, his eyes remained shut. As his presence pulled Natalia closer to him despite her own nerves, her lips and nose brushed against his collarbone, inhaling the intoxicating scent of him. “Can… Can you tell me about your wife now?” she suddenly said in a voice husky and tinged with mischief. “She’s not my wife. I want silence,” Eros replied to her firmly with his eyes still shut.

She simply continued walking, her steps steady, her posture composed, as if the touch had never happened. Adrian’s hand fell back to his side, fingers curling into a fist. “You didn’t think to tell me where you were going?” he asked, voice low. Elena didn’t move back. She didn’t soften either. “I didn’t think I needed to.” There was no challenge in the way she said it. No defiance. And somehow, that made it harder to respond to. Adrian’s jaw tightened slightly. “You’re my wife.” Elena held his gaze, steady and composed.

“Surprise.” My vision went white at the edges. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The kitchen suddenly felt too small, too hot. “You’ve been sleeping with my husband?” The words tasted like acid. Lila shrugged. “It just happened. We have chemistry. You and Adrian… you don’t.” She glanced at Adrian. “Right, baby?” Adrian didn’t deny it. That was worse than if he’d yelled. Harold cleared his throat. “Lyara, be reasonable. Lila’s from a good family. She can give Adrian the heir he deserves. You… you can’t even get pregnant.”