Ex Wife Temptation Novels & Stories

This time he would go away from her life forever! “There’s nothing to talk about, Ryder. We have filed a divorce petition today. In six months, we will get divorced.” Matteo froze in his tracks. Did he hear her correctly? “How can you do this to me? I know it’s because of this man, right? You’ve been sleeping with him while still being married to me.” Amelia’s face flushed with fury and she slapped Ryder with all her strength. Ryder’s head reeled from the intensity of the slap.

--- Warning Mature Content --- Daniel’s POV ‘Damn, here’s my wife innocently seducing me,’ Russel came out of the house wearing a red see-through cover-up, but I could see the red two-piece she was wearing underneath. I was standing like a jerk and staring at my wife. I was still amazed by how beautiful her body was, which drove me crazy every day until now. As my thoughts drifted, they landed on her alluring physique. I really can’t argue with it. The feelings of awe and overwhelming yearning ran through me. Russell drew me in.

I had to fully acknowledge what she had sent and respond to it. I opened the text message and ignored the way the bright screen burned the back of my eyes. Jennifer’s message read: ‘I wanted to be the one to tell you before you heard it from Mom or Dad. Devon proposed and the wedding is in three months. It’s going to be a small wedding. You don’t need to be here for it. That’s all!’ Then another message popped up as I was viewing the first: ‘Oh, but send a gift please!’ She seriously—the audacity—I couldn’t—fuck this. I typed back boldly: ‘thanks for the heads up. Couldn’t find time to go anyway. Congrats.’

She’s going to forget every other man in existence before I impale her on my cock. “No other man has the power to make you feel this way. Not that stupid ex of yours or the mediocre bartender trying to flirt with you. Do you know why that is? Why we’re so explosive, and why we’re the worst and best combination? Why the temptation is so great?” I run my lips over the smooth column of her throat, and she tips her head back against my shoulder. I watch as her chest heaves with every ragged breath she takes.

The headlines came faster than the sunrise. By the time I woke the next morning, New York was already buzzing with my humiliation. “Ex-Wife Returns: Ethan Langston and Aria Brooks Reignite Romance at Gala!” “The Love Triangle of the Year: Billionaire Rivalry Takes Center Stage.” “Julian Huxley Humiliated as Wife Declares Allegiance to Her First Love.” Each headline was paired with glossy photographs — me on Ethan’s arm, his hand on my waist, his smile sharp enough to slice through marble. Me looking caught, cornered, silent. Julian in the background, his fury written all over his face.

A content moan escaped her lips. “I wish I could just let go.” She said, “I want you inside me.” Colton smirked. Of course, she did. He knew how to bend this woman to his will. He always did. “I want to bury myself inside you too, baby.” He cooed, “Let’s go home, let me take care of you.” “Tempting.” April sighed. She wanted to let go and let her man take care of her but she also needed to find a solution to the problems that confronted her.

Victoria Morgan couldn't stop herself from replaying the video that Nelson had sent to her earlier that day. Despite her best efforts to resist, she found herself drawn to the forbidden pleasure it evoked—a pleasure that even her husband failed to provide. As she watched the video for the umpteenth time, she couldn't help but envy Mildred. She envied the intensity of Mildred's passion, the reckless abandon with which she gave herself over to desire. And as she watched, a voice inside her whispered, "Why not you?"

It was an offer of return to the self he was forging. He drove home, his heart warring. Melissa's sorrowful eyes. The pastor's voice rang out to faith. Jake's laughter echoing in the corridor. Sarah's small hand in his. The weight of his wedding band. And all that against the magnetic, frightening, exciting pull of Joe Brian. The intellectual test, the addictive closeness to power, the stunned vulnerability, the silken texture of temptation.

she began, "please let me repent my sins and cleanse me of impurity." Dylan stroked his cock and asked, "What do you want to repent?" She considered what to say here, how much to reveal to her still innocent daughter, yet decided to be extreme and admit the truth, foreshadowing all that was soon going to be a part of her daughter's Christian life of obedience, "I have been feeling the temptation of the devil when my vagina gets wet while at the high school." Dylan loved his wife's declaration, her mindless obedience to what he wanted, "And what exactly tempts you?"

“Nice guy, that David.” I gripped the doorframe, knuckles white, fury and something darker, hot, dangerous, churning in my gut. “Gosh, David’s just putting me in temptation,” I muttered, half to myself, the words spilling before I could stop them. My husband, off on his mysterious errand, had no idea he was shoving me straight into the jaws of my ex, the man who’d fucked me senseless on my wedding day, his cum still a ghost between my thighs.