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She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.

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.

"I was younger, and I blamed myself for working so hard. I actually apologized to her. I begged her to try again, and I gave her a second chance. I spent the next six months trying to be the perfect husband, cutting back my hours at the shop, trying to make up for a mistake I didn't even commit. But a zebra doesn't change its stripes. Six months later, I walked in and caught them together a second time. That was the moment I knew it was permanently over. Eli packed my tools, and we left the city." A sudden, sharp laugh escapes my lips before I can even stop myself. Caleb blinks, looking over at me with a raised eyebrow, surprised by my laughter. "I'm sorry," I say quickly, pressing a hand to

"Mom, this is Tania, my wife." "I'm not your wife," Tania retorted. "Jack, do you think after everything you've done, we can go back to the way things were?" Hearing this, Jack looked at Tania with a dark expression. "My mother had hoped I would find a gentle and kind woman, Tania." "Then go find one!" Tania said impatiently. "I have nothing to do with you!" "How can you say that? We got married in Carvonia. Have you forgotten?"

"You already had a husband. Why have a kid with me?" Her hand paused. Then she gave a small, careless smile. "I told you. Marrying him was for a stupid promise. Elliot, you're the one I love. I gave you the child you wanted. Isn't that enough?" She looked at me like she expected me to agree. Like I should be grateful. Everything I had been holding onto gave way. Just hours ago, I sat in that office and answered every question the therapist asked, leaning on rehearsed answers, forcing down the urge to end it.

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.

Ayra's mind wandered back to the stories she'd heard before. Heck, they were no stories - they were real history that any random Joe in the city had heard more than once or twice. Generally, the stories were mostly the same, only the names different. They were about the wives of the Directors of Orrery Consortium — the powerful men who ran the city’s corporate families like kingdoms. Generally speaking, no Director's spouse had lived fulfilling lives. Or just good lives in general. Four in particular stood out poignantly in Ayra's memory. Each man was Lucian's predecessor family-wise, each had lost his wife, and in each tale, tragedy seemed to nest not just in fate but in the very men who ha

They made him suck their cocks to get them hard again, his jaw aching from the girth. By dawn, Cindy was exhausted but glowing, lying in a puddle of semen. She pulled Mark close and kissed him. "I love you so much for letting me be this dirty. You're the best cuck a hotwife could ask for." Mark came untouched just from her words, his tiny orgasm adding to the mess, his heart skipped a painful beat, because his mistress will definitely punish for cumming without her permission. But deep down in that throbbing dick, he anticipated his arousal.

And he and my family were the only people I would never tolerate others badmouthing. “It’s funny,” I said to them with a sardonic smile, “how women with utterly disposable husbands talk about another man being such. Unfortunately for you, ladies, Eros is staying for the long run, so I would only hope for you all to be here to see the full story.” Their jaws twitched as if they were offended, but neither spoke. They were all wives of simple captains and quarrelling over something in a hall full of people would’ve gotten them in more trouble than they could’ve imagined.

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