Ex Wifes Temptation Novels & Stories

A consulting firm she had never heard of, never signed for, never consented to. But there it was. Her name. Her forged signature. Her silence, assumed. A perfect little scandal dressed in Sunday best. He didn’t just cheat. He stole. And when the time came, he would watch her take the fall for it. A pastor’s wife gone rogue. A bitter woman with control issues. A jezebel. A liar. A whore. He had laid the breadcrumbs. He kissed her cheek after sermons. He thanked her from the pulpit. He made sure she always smiled on camera.

I carried on as if nothing had happened. I even went to see her. She was every bit the temptress: seductive eyes that promised sin, a lithe figure that seemed to dance even when she stood still, and curves designed to ensnare men. Wearing black silk stockings, she could sway to the beat in a bar and leave every man in the room spellbound. Those with even the slightest lapse in self-control might lose themselves completely. So, this was what my cold, prim, and proper husband secretly craved?

He was looking at her cleavage all the time. How much he wants to, no, how he yearns to admire her. She was making him so damn crazy. Every time she came in front of him he wanted to have her. She was making him sinful, making him lose control over himself. He knows what he has planned as the next step of his plan. "You did a wrong move kitten. wrong move to take your steps towards this devil's den. Now you will definitely suffer the consequences." Time skip "Everything is fine today but why my beautiful wifey is all pouty!" Tyler said before hugging his wife tightly.

“Watching you plan war while looking like temptation itself—nothing’s ever turned me on more.” "Felix, we're in a warehouse—" "I don't give a fuck where we are." His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that tasted like possession and promise. "I want you. Here. Now." His hands moved to her dress, hiking up the silk until his fingers found bare skin. She gasped against his mouth, her body responding despite the inappropriate location. "Someone could see," she whispered. "Let them. Let them see that their boss can't keep his hands off his wife. Let them see what real power looks like."

Lexie's face lit up with excitement. Most married men, when faced with temptation but hesitant to act, would shift the blame onto their wives. The implication was clear. "I'm fine with you throwing yourself at me, but my wife isn't. You need to find a way to make this work so I can be with you without upsetting her." Lexie gave the perfect answer. "Don't worry. I'm not after Mrs. Houston's position. As long as I can stay by your side, that's enough for me."

“But you didn’t answer the question.” “Because it’s a stupid question.” She smirked like she’d won something. “So you’re not denying it.” Christ. This woman was temptation wrapped in silk. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t touch her, even though she was my wife. But then she turned her head slightly, her lips grazing my throat, and whatever resolve I had started slipping through my fingers. I exhaled roughly, trying to let out the steam burning through my body. “You really don’t know what you’re asking for.”

Mark had been home for five days, and the house felt like a minefield of secrets. He hugged her tighter than usual when he returned, kissing her forehead and telling her how much he missed his “sweet wife.” Emma smiled, played the part, cooked his favorite meals, and let him make gentle love to her once. She faked the orgasm like a professional. All while the heavy steel plugs Jax and Marcus had given her stayed buried deep inside, keeping the remnants of their final marathon loads locked in her womb and ass. Every time Mark touched her, she felt nothing but distant pity. The man sleeping beside her had no idea his wife was already gone.

I feel like a hungry animal salivating and hungry for her. She's my wife. Can I do this? Can I own her tonight? I wanna try. I want to own her. I want to feel her naked softness against my body. I want to feel her against mine. I want to taste every inch of her. So damn much! Oh, f-ck! Licking my lips, I completely lifted her camisole. Oh what a seductive body. What a beautiful curves and she's mine. This woman is walking temptation. She's a temptress. My very own temptress.

" I look down at our hands. The contrast of her caramel colored hand between my two pale looking hands conjures up a vision of our bodies, black and white, entwined in the throes of passion. She pulls her hand back breaking the spell, sits back and looks at me. "My husband," she begins slowly, "is a very religious man. He's not like one of those hypocritical televangelists that you hear about. His religion is all consuming. He was raised to resist temptation. All temptations. In ten years of marriage I've never seen him falter. He doesn't smoke. He doesn't drink or gamble and he especially resists temptations of the flesh. Even my flesh," she sighs. "He believes that God made sex for procrea

"They destroyed our family relationships. They turned Lora's own grandmother against her. They made you regret your marriage to your wife. Why should their relationship be sacred when ours meant nothing to them?" Sarah leaned forward in her chair, her interest clearly caught. "What exactly are you proposing, Mother?" Emily smiled, the expression sharp and predatory. "I'm proposing that we give Alexander Kane something he's never had to resist before. Temptation." "Temptation?" Samuel's voice cracked slightly. "A beautiful woman who understands him, appreciates him, makes him feel things his wife can't," Emily explained. "Someone who can get close enough to plant seeds of doubt, create moment