Exotic Wife Stories Novels & Stories

The fox dug a small hole with her palm, in which Lucia's oun disappeared. Until the evening we traveled by car around the outskirts of the city. - I forgave him. I don't want to see anymore. There is no need, - Lisa explained her unwillingness to return home to her stepfather. And I agreed with her. If I hear one more crooked word about my date again, I might wring that idiot's neck. The sun was sinking into the horizon like a red ball. The fox sat in quiet thought. “Tell me about Maria,” the girl suddenly asks. At first I did not even understand what it was about. - Well, about the second wife of his father, - explains the Fox.

Gina moaned as Karl kept teasing her nipples with his tongue, and slid a hand between the valley of her thigh to stick two fingers in her. "As time went by," Lexi said, "the first wife was able to convince her husband to sleep with her and the second wife. He saw it as an impossibility, so he agreed on a certain day, and he told them to join him at a certain day in the dark. Well, that day, they did. They both made love to their husband, pleasing him so sweetly, and eventually, they tied him and took turns with him. At a point, he spent himself, and couldn't go on, but they kept riding him, and pleasing themselves. This they did till he could not go on, and according to the report, he died."

Lara forced a smile. “Enough, Ali. We’re fine, really. He’s just busy with work, so we don’t see each other much.” Ali scoffed. “Work? That’s the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard. Do you hear yourself? Look at you—you’re gorgeous, you’re kind, and you’re literally the perfect wife. Meanwhile, he’s out there being an emotionally constipated jerk. Seriously, what’s so special about him? If I were you, I’d find myself a lover. That would teach him a lesson.”

James asked, staring at me and waiting for my answer. I took a deep breath before replying. "James, since we’re getting married, I’ll tell you. I had a bad experience with my ex-fiancé. I don’t know if I’ve told you about it when I got drunk in Boracay." (James shook his head, saying I had only mentioned it briefly, so I continued.)

I replied smirking at them. "Aaron Malhotra open your fucking mouth right now before I punch you so hard," I nudged glaring at him which made him come out of his dream land. "Everyone meet my mysterious wife, who is mysterious to world. Mrs. Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. The love of my life," he replied grinning. Monkey monster. Jerk. Idiot. Moron. "For how long you both married? How long is your baby?" The same reporter asked who smirked at me.

Someone hungry, ambitious, not too worried about ethics. "I have a story for you. A big one. Adrian Kingsley's missing wife? There's more to it than anyone knows. Documents, contracts, evidence that she was coerced into a marriage that was essentially indentured servitude. That she's not missing—she's running. Hiding from a family that treated her like property." "Can you prove that?" "I have copies of the marriage contract. I have sources close to the family. I have everything you need." Nathan smiled. "And I'm giving you an exclusive. All I ask is that you run the story before the board meeting next week."

When they met my eyes, they naturally looked away and pretended clueless. Given Nocturne’s reputation, all know that he is a bastard who loves flirting with married women. Probably, they also know that I wouldn’t give in with this bastard’s temptation, which I wouldn’t call temptation but instead a disgusting act. I can’t kick his cr*tch though, not in front of the crowd. “You surely is smart woman,” Nocturne said. I did not reply and crossed my arms. “Last night, I heard an interesting story. This is about a wife who drowned in the pool while her husband is hugging another woman,” he said in low tone, as if not to let everyone hears his voice.

Jackie was a white woman married for ten years. She was married when she was eighteen years old. Therefore, her husband was the first man to sleep with her. Even though she was happy in her marriage, she had a weakness towards huge black dicks. She was spending several hours daily on the web reading stories and watching pictures about huge black dicks making love to white married women. Every time, she got finished reading and looking to p**n stories and pictures, she was feeling so horny that she could not hold to finger her pussy and dream of a huge black dick inside her.

Bored wife goes to a club with her friends and the unexpected occurs.. NB: This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and impregnation. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away with the details. eNJOY... >>>>>>

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.