Erotic Wives Stories Novels & Stories

"Elena, don't—" "Don't what, Mark? Don't tell people about my own work? Don't claim credit for my own contributions? Don't defend myself when you're trying to erase me from history?" Elena's voice was getting louder, and other guests were starting to notice. "You're making a scene," Veronica whispered. Elena laughed, the sound sharp in the night air. "I'm making a scene? Veronica, honey, you're wearing my husband's ring to an event where I'm still technically his wife. Trust me, I'm not the one making a scene."

And now, standing in front of me in our kitchen, he was attempting to play the role of the wounded, betrayed husband—not because he was actually remorseful for what he’d done to me, but because someone else had answered my distress call before he could control the fallout. "You have got to be absolutely kidding me, Marcus." "I'm completely serious, Elena." "Marcus. Stop." His voice suddenly rose, the control fracturing. "I come home after trying to reach you all night, only to find another man walking my wife through the front door—" "Your wife?" He stopped mid-sentence. I took a deliberate step forward, moving out of the shadows of the foyer and into the harsh light of the kitchen. "Your wi

I tell Vivienne. “I picked everything out; it should be mine.” Vivienne screeches. “Your name isn’t on the papers. I voided and paid the contracts. It is my asset.” I explained. Vivienne stands up, “You and I kissed Friday. Does your wife know that?” “You kissed me, and I pushed you away. Let me be clear, Vivienne. Even if Ellie weren’t in the picture, we wouldn’t be together. Me loving someone else doesn’t change the fact that you cheated while I was fighting for my life in a burn unit.” I explained.

“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.”

"Don't think I am not aware of the fact that Sindi had always been the one you had to marry and that only changed when myh wife came in to the picture, and even if that was the case you still wanted to marry her against her will, it says a lot about the kind of person that you are. It is no wonder you run escorts services. " What Eric just said was nothing but the truth, to him women were nothing but objects. He also did not love Nelly at all, all he wanted was to concur her and then when he was done with her, he would throw her in to the business and serve his very important clients. So he did not deny this fact "sigh! If only I knew." "well let's not waste each other's time, you already kn

"It's our duty to lust after our friend's wives. At least the hot ones." "Amen to that. And there'll be three hotties in the water tonight, I'm thinking." "That's the truth. And what Eric don't know won't hurt him." We high-fived over that one, each contemplating fucking the other's wife, with the pretty little Beth thrown in for good measure. "How far do you think it might go, tonight?" he asked, quasi-seriously. "Chemistry is your friend. Come loaded for bear. I think it may go as far as we'll let it."

The top one caught my eye. [Am I the only one who finds this way too coincidental? The lovechild scandal breaks, and now his wife's gone missing?] Replies flooded in beneath it. [Good point. Maybe marrying into a rich family isn't all it's cracked up to be.] [Are we doing conspiracy theories now? Since when are gossip accounts reliable?] The comment section was ablaze with speculation, drama, and even the occasional post about beach safety. Seeing Rachel's expression darken, I turned off the screen.

“I know I said Rose was my wife. But I only did that to keep the conversation going.” I stared at him, stunned. Keep the conversation flowing? He lied in front of Patricia, claimed another woman as his wife, and yet said she betrayed them? Who was really the traitor here? And Patricia… she hadn’t looked like a wife at all that night. She looked like a neglected servant forced to sit at their table. “Well, Mason wasn’t entirely wrong,” Elizabeth cut in sharply. "Rose was the one who gave us a son. Something Patricia couldn’t do for years.”

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.

"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.