Exotic Wife Stories Novels & Stories

I looked like shit, but I tried. Gina was still babbling some shit like an infant when I left the room. I departed hurriedly and that didn't let for the door to be shut completely, but she knew what to do. I gave a sigh of relief when I heard the sound of my door shut. I got into the throne room to find a dark-skinned man and his white wife. His primogenitors had to be from the eastern or western part of Africa. He might've had a British accent, but you couldn't completely take the man away from his home, could you? In the case of his wife, he appeared to have taken her away from her father due to unpaid depth. I had no idea about the origin of their marriage, but I wouldn't be shocked if it

Victoria’s tears streamed down her face. Nathan abruptly stood up, his werewolf - like authority radiating. “Master Jasmine, I regret to inform you that the so - called Miss Thea is my wife. The Hill family is a prestigious werewolf - human household in the imperial capital, and I will never allow my wife to establish her own career. She will be returning with me very soon. In our werewolf - human family structure, certain roles are predefined.” Master Jasmine looked astonished, then sighed in regret. “What a pity. Such talent could have elevated our werewolf - human fashion legacy.”

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

“People talk about how violent ghettos are, but don’t realize how scary it is around the wealthy. No one’s family gets as rich as the people I know, from being good Christians and loving the world.” “Really?” Her cheeks rose as she grinned. He immediately loved the way her whole face lit up with excitement. “Really. There’s a whole lot of rich people who are seriously corrupt individuals.” “Okay. Then prove it,” she said. “Tell me what’s the craziest gossip you’ve ever heard among the rich and twisted.” “You mean something crazier than two brothers playing mind games with women?” “Yes. Even wackier.” “I know a man who has four wives. And with each wife, he has kids with them. The worst part

I ran my hands over every muscle of his chest, and when I kissed his neck, he sighed, bringing his hands to the hem of the thin-strapped floral dress I was wearing, and soon, it too was on the floor. I had my eyes closed, and when I opened them, it wasn’t my husband I saw. I saw the look of desire in Jayden’s eyes, his slightly parted pink lips, the mischievous face he made when he whispered dirty things in my ear, and only then could I surrender. I bit my lips so hard that I felt blood on them, trying not to call out Jayden’s name while making love to my husband. When it was over, I felt empty, realizing that I would never again be satisfied in the arms of any other man but Jayden.

“In this business, women are treated nothing more than slaves, if I am being blunt, then I’d use the term sex slaves. You’re with them because they enjoy you, not because they are in love with you or something. You’re there for their pleasure and wife is just a term they gave you on a whim. When you’re useless, then toss you around. Even going to the extent of selling you to the next highest bidder. Just like your father did.” I felt hot bile rising in my throat. “You’re lying. Why would they do this? I am their….wife.” Alessandro chuckled. “They don’t necessarily think of you that way. They regard you as a pet. If you don’t believe me, try to sneak into Alexei’s office and you’ll find what

It was later that day when Zivon approached Xavia and said, “Why didn’t you tell me about that woman? I could’ve told the mall’s security to toss her right out!” Chuckling in response, Xavia replied, “No worries… A woman like her could never steal my husband…” Calming down a little when he heard that, Zivon then said, “…Well, you’re right about that… I only have one wife, and she’ll always be you…”

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

She said proudly. "But I want to call him my husband because I love him! I want to call him my husband because he loves me! I want to be married to him, because what we have is real, not because I want to hold on to a title... He told me to leave! He kicked me out of my house, our house, a place we were supposed to have our family. Now he has in there another woman. He is going to raise his family with her!" I said shaking my head because what she said just didn't make sense to me right now.