Novel & Cerita Erotic Wives Stories

The rumours were going hard with the news about, ThE FATHER-IN-LAW AND HJS DAUGHTER-IN-LAW. Some articles focused on the scandal creating a rumour between Emerson and Eric, suggesting that the two of them had shared women in the past and they probably continued with this behaviour after Eric's marriage to me. One particularly outrageous headline read, "This doesn’t surprise us. We’ve always known they share women. Eric would bring them home, and he and his dad would have threesomes with these women." I was livid. They even claimed to have women who could give evidence to the fact! How dare they? None of it was true, but that didn’t stop them from running with it. The vultures.

I clench my fists around the steering wheel. David and I have been married for almost eight years. He does not love me; I know that we got married because I was pregnant. I was eighteen, it was a drunken mistake. Who knew that everything they sold at the bar had alcohol in it. David was older than me and took responsibility as he put it at the time. He was thirty at the time. He told me he would be there for me and our baby, he was already in the navy at the time. Now he is a Navy seal and is deployed for years on end to months on end. He provides and loves his daughter; I cannot fault him for that.

Drew asked, even more confused. I sighed then begun, "Ignacio was my husband." I said, waiting to see Drew's reaction. "What do you mean by your husband? Weren't you married to my cousin??" Drew asked. "Yes, I was already married before I married your cousin on contract marriage and I lied, he never forced me into the contract marriage." I paused, then continued.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

And she had the audacity to say she was doing me a favor. I wasn't some secondary character in a porn video, who relied on letting my wife to sleep with others to get a promotion. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and I downed the contents of my glass in one gulp. A hand stopped my action, and I saw Jessica, now in her casual clothes and with red eyes, trying to stop me from drinking. "Thomas, come back with me and let's get married, okay? I can explain—it was just an act..."

“Why should I? There’s no way my father would give one of us to that man. That guy changes women as often as he changes his clothes. Papi would never give us to a man like that.” Aside from the rumors about being the murderer of his family, Eros is also infamous for being a rake. Eros is a womanizer, he treats women as nothing but objects that gives pleasure to a man. To him, sex is pasta. He haves sex as often as he eats pasta and that’s a lot for an Italian. I doubt that Eros would change that lifestyle once he gets married only for power. It would really be a shame to be his wife. Imagine having a husband like that and everyone knows that as he does all that he has a wife waiting for him

Jane's knees trembled as if she didn't understand what she was feeling. There was a mixture of jealousy and anger or as if she expected what she saw. She saw in her own eyes that the kiss between the two lovers seemed very passionate to look at. "J-Jester," said the wife. She took a deep breath, as if holding back her tears in front of her husband and the other woman. The man just stared at his wife while his companion did not react. They would still hold hands even if someone saw them.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

Initially, I wasn't paying much attention, but then one of the trainers casually dropped a line that made me freeze in place. "Mark, was that woman as good as you said?" "Of course! She was wild! She invited me to her place on her wedding anniversary, but I almost got caught by her husband!" "Ha! You'd better be careful; don't get yourself killed!" "Please! I was hanging out the window, and he didn't even notice! Want to know how it ended? She kicked him to the couch, and I spent the night making love to her in the bedroom, and I only left in the morning!"

I hung up the phone and slammed the speedboat's throttle all the way down. When the boat hit the beach, the dock was as chaotic as a flea market. In the crowd, my sister, Emily Lambert, was curled up on the ground, her clothes disheveled and her appearance completely wrecked. She clutched her chest, gasping for air, her pale, sickly face streaked with tears. The island's steward, Marcus Jenner, lifted his foot and kicked her without hesitation. "Little brat, didn't you hear me tell you to get lost? Don't you know whose place this is!"