Ex Wifes Temptation Novels & Stories

I married a woman who was a temptation. On what basis am I expected to maintain my tranquility throughout the damn dinner? Why did the slit have to be such a gigantic length? My member twitched. Heck! She is a temptation. I froze when she walked near me. She reeked of sweetness, invitingness, and sensuality, and it flooded my nostrils. The fact that it would be difficult for me to concentrate tonight is something I am fully aware of. Fuck! My wife is breathtakingly beautiful. Hell, I married a stunningly beautiful woman. Her emerald eyes glinted as she locked her gaze on me.

My tongue swirls with hers, my hands pull her tight, and I hold her so close, like I never want to let her go. My temptation. My wife!

he said. I nodded. "Okay." That’s exactly what happened. We said goodbye to Liza after an hour had passed. They talked for a bit, and I let them. I didn’t care about whatever they had to say to each other. I immediately got into the car but kept my eyes on them. The woman was still clinging to Lennox’s arm, making it clear she had feelings for him. The woman cheated on her husband. She was probably under so much stress because her husband, who took his own life, was likely a troublemaker. That must have pushed her to the point of giving in to temptation with Lennox.

She taps play. The clip begins grainy, then sharpens—capturing the dim glow of a restaurant. Wade sits at the center of the frame, his arm draped around a blonde woman whose laughter rings hollow through the speakers. Across the table, Victoria’s face is composed but stiff, her eyes betraying humiliation as she watches her husband feed another woman wine.

A woman who waited for scraps of attention, abuse masked as affection, bare minimums. A woman who shrank herself to fit his schedule, his moods, his needs. I turned to the closet, It looked as barren as my life had become. For the wife of a billionaire, my wardrobe was laughable, mostly out of season thrift store clothes, faded blouses, and a handful of last-season designer dresses he tossed at me when a business partner insisted he bring along his “lovely wife.” Lovely. What a joke. I was his baggage , Nothing more.

“Tom, you’ll drive me to Temptations by 11pm tonight.” He turned back, surprise all over his face. “What?” I gave him a stern look, my tits still heaving from how worked up I was. Temptations is that strip club where everything goes down raw. It’s worse than Sodom and Gomorrah in there girls dancing naked, hands all over bodies, live sex shows on stage, orgies in the back rooms, people fucking right in front of everyone, cum and moans everywhere. Strictly 21+ and no limits.

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?"

"Unfortunately you can't have me because I'm someone else's Mistress. You've met my lover before, right? I'm sure you can attest that he's a far better human than you can ever be." "Anything that makes you sleep at night, honey!" Alex smirked at her. He knew she was not being true to herself and even if she was, he doesn't give a damn. "You claim I'm not a good person, yet you are always in my business. I never knew my so-called wife could be that obsessed!"

I scolded myself internally, if a man that I had cherished and adored for years could easily betray me for my sister then why was I surprised that Mr Xander who was more of a stranger to me than not would do the same–choosing another woman over me. It stung, it was like reopening a wound that had not fully healed and revisiting that numbing pain of betrayal. Well, this only means that I will have to show him just how great of a secretary I could be. If I proved to be invaluable to him then he wouldn't need to replace me even if he got involved with another woman. With that new resolve, I called Simone after a casual greeting and I said; “ is it possible for us to be meeting more often?” I as

The conference room was suffocating with tension, the mahogany walls seeming to close in with each passing second. The weight of unspoken words pressed heavily against the air, making it hard to breathe, while the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the polished table. His body was shaking with anger, his mind reeling, unable even to conceptualize such an act. And now Nicole, his ex-wife, had every reason to hate him, the woman he once loved but betrayed, the one he threw out in the streets like a worthless piece of garbage was here to rip it all from him.