Erotic Wife Story Novels & Stories

She spent most of her time in bars and with young men. I could not take it anymore, so I chose to give in. I went to therapy for three months. With the therapist’s help, I became more gentle. Bella was patient with me. On our wedding anniversary, I saw Carlson again. He was lying naked in bed with Bella. “Bella, do you like me or Pete more?” “Pete’s getting boring. He only lasts a few seconds in bed, unlike you. You’re so strong.” I heard their lustful moans.

But he didn't feel the burn. He couldn't breathe. His heart completely stopped beating for a second. The woman on the TV screen... the new billionaire boss of the Rathore Empire... the powerful woman who just declared war on his company... It was Kiara. His boring, poor, rejected wife.

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

She answered, biting down her lip. The woman’s eyes lit up even further, “Oh really? I do too.” Then she paused, a short laughter leaving her mouth as she pointed to her stomach, “At least I used to before this happened, but it feels so good to finally meet a ‘Billy-Wife’ whose job isn’t a model, actress or luxury brand owner.” “Billy-wife?” Katelyn’s brown knitted in confusion. “Billionaire wife.” Mr Ericson answered for her, gazing down at his wife with unbridled affection, “That’s just what my wife calls them for short.”

Knowing the reason for his anger Oliver stretched out his hand and Nuella stood beside him and took hold of his hand. Old master Seun looked at the young lady with a frown on his face. “Old master, this is my wife, Nuella Allen” The people sitting close by all stared in surprise, they had heard the announcer earlier but did not think it was true until now that he mentioned it himself. They all moved their gaze at the beautiful young lady and wondered who she was, knowing Oliver, he would not just marry any, especially with his dislike for women. Nuella bowed her head low in greeting

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” “I know exactly what I’m saying.” He reached for me, his hand closing around my wrist. “Come here.” I tried to pull away. His grip tightened. “Jason, let go.” “Why?” He pulled me closer. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, thick and sour. “Why won’t you let me touch you? You’re my wife.” “You don’t want to touch me. Go and touch her instead." His eyes narrowed. “Her?” “Your freaking mistress.Get out of my room.”

He pressed her against the desk, making her bend just enough to raise her hips higher. "You’re going to drive me insane," he murmured against her ear. "Good," she said, her voice impatient. How could she be so shameless? And how could it turn him on so much that she was? He had never imagined a woman like her existed—someone who took such open pleasure in driving him mad, pushing him to the edge. She wielded her power over him without hesitation. So different from the sweet, cheerful wife who woke up beside him every morning with a smile.

It took every bit of my strength and will to fight back my urges, for the sake of my wife, yet as time gradually passed with that woman in sight, my will slowly failed me. I love Lia. I do…but after months of getting entangled with that woman named Eridessa Joseph, I kept getting enthralled by her charms. Her beauty….Her guts…Like an addiction. One time, it was a mistake…the second time around, I'm no longer sure if it was…the same as the other times that followed. That woman was ready to take me in. Wherever and whenever I wanted to. She was wild and interesting, unlike…Lia… I love my wife but I admit, I have my fantasies in bed that she couldn't fulfill…she's innocent, after all…

She hurriedly picked up the towel, her face turning crimson with embarrassment, and wrapped it tightly around her chest, holding onto it as if her life depended on it. “Whh…. wha…. what are you doing here?” she asked surprised by her own voice stuttering. “I'm here to see my wife " he said. "But who would have thought she'd be so eager to start our wedding night." He said moving even closer to her. Gritting her teeth “Don’t be mistaken, I was just drying my hair, you startled me and my towel dropped. Don't think too much, and besides this my room, You Mr Adrian De Luca should have common basic etiquette to knock before entering peoples room.” she said her ears were red from embarrassment and

He smacks his lips softly, contemplating his response before she questions, "Do you want something?" Nora, his wife, picks up on his subtle cues and acknowledges his unspoken request. With a nod, she offers her assistance, understanding the underlying need behind his words. "Uh, I want to take a shower. Can you call Blackwood so that he can help me-" Terry begins, but before he can finish his sentence, Nora interrupts, assuring him that she will be the one to aid him. Guiding him towards the bathroom, Nora supports Terry as he gradually removes his shirt. One button at a time, her fingers deftly navigate the fabric, but a subtle change in the atmosphere becomes palpable.