Ex Wifes Temptation Novels & Stories

He looked at her and that reminded him of the materialistic desires that seemed to define his wife's existence. He forced a nod, the words catching in his throat as he suppressed the urge to voice his inner turmoil. "Of course. How much do you need?" His wife's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she named an exorbitant amount, her excitement palpable as she envisioned the delights that awaited her on her shopping spree. "Here you go," He forced a smile as he handed her the money. Minutes later, Cindy bid him goodbye, her laughter echoing in their house, William couldn't help but question his wife’s addiction to material things.

I had been his wife, his equal partner, and yet I had been framed by the very people who should have trusted me. "Let’s try the Westbrook server again," Elias said, his voice suddenly decisive. "We might be able to find something hidden there." The idea of breaking into the Westbrook system again felt wrong, but I pushed the unease aside. I had no choice. Selene had been manipulating every part of our lives—our marriage, our business, our reputation—and I wouldn’t let her win.

“But I haven’t said anything untrue, have I? Your wife is crippled. She can’t help you. But I can. Together, we can get rid of Mildred’s body. We’ll take it to the river, dump it, and I’ll be your accomplice. If I ever talk, I’ll go down with you. So why would I destroy myself? I can’t let my family down. They need me.” She reached out her hand, her fingers trailing lightly across my chest, drawing slow, deliberate circles as she whispered, "Think about all the pleasures I could give you, darling." Her voice was thick with seduction, each word dripping with temptation.

I settle in and watch him picture his wife with another man, and I imagine what he is thinking in his head: Damn, she is completely right! Why hasn't my wife reproached me? Does that mean she wants to get back at me? No, she can't do this to me! I won't let her! I'm going to start following her closely! That little brat isn't entirely wrong. Damn, what a mess I've gotten into!!!! I bitterly regret succumbing to temptation! Damn! What situation have I created? - I have to admit you are right, little brat.

Undoubtedly a whole set to kill a man in love. Jack couldn't, with that temptation, from his wife, and with a fixed gaze on his center he told her, before burying his face and sucking his essence —You've killed me, he accepted defeat. After that he sank into her, and her wife laughed out loud, while her husband began to suck her intimacy, he had won her bet. She had been trying to seduce the man for a week, after what happened abroad, she had told him that it was easy to seduce him, after catching him watching a scantily clad woman flirt with him and he smiled at her in response, instead she would not give in to his temptations, nor to any man. From that moment they both started a couples ga

Not even a cold shower seemed to do much for me after what I just saw. I told myself. 'Gosh, my libido is craving Tameka. I can't believe the effect she's having on me right now. I never knew my wife had such an amazing body! She has it all, too, unlike Lizzy, who is nice but not the full package. I can't seem to understand why my cravings are so strong. I've never sexually desired my wife before now. What I'm experiencing has to be just physical temptation. Finally, I can get over these feelings.' Well, I lied. I sat up, looking at her lying on the other side of the room. My mind kept telling me, 'she is your wife. Why can't I lie down next to her?

Besides, I’ve been waiting so long to get intimate with her, so it's understandable why my cravings are so intense. I've never sexually desired anyone like I do my wife. I don't know how long I can fight this physical temptation; I don’t know why she made such a big deal over what happened tonight! It was just a little champagne I spilled on her dress! If I wake her and tell her I’m sorry, we could blow over what happened tonight. Then I can have what I desire. But what if she gets even angrier that I’m waking her up? I sat up, looking at her lying on the other side of the room. My mind kept telling me, 'She is your wife. Why can't I lie down next to her?

Men were so easy when they were trying to behave themselves. Xen forced himself to look at her face, but it took effort. Real effort. The towel barely covered her, her skin was still damp from the shower, and with her belly round and full, she looked soft, warm, and far too tempting for a man who had spent the last week losing his mind over regret. Anger, desire, guilt, and need hit him all at once. He wanted to ask why she was answering him dressed like that. He wanted to demand she cover herself because he could barely think. He wanted to reach through the screen, pull her into his arms, and never let her stand alone again. Instead, he tightened his jaw and kept his voice steady because th

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

He closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again the unlikely vision would turn out to be a trick of the light. But of course it wasn't. His very young wife had propped herself up on one elbow and was languidly drawing up the hem of her negligee to expose a tempting length of smoothly delectable thigh. His stomach muscles clenched, and sweat began to bead on his forehead. *I said get up,' he repeated, reining in his temper—and a susceptible part of his anatomy—with enormous effort. Isabella batted her eyelashes and arched her neck so that her hair swung like a heavy curtain over her shoulders. She looked like a bad parody of a Delilah setting out to seduce an unwary Samson.