Exotic Wife Stories Novels & Stories

In less than two minutes, a few strong security guards came rushing in and dragged Georgia away, like hauling off a dead dog. “Simon, you can’t do this to me! I’m your wife! Simon…” Her screams faded into the distance until they vanished completely. I unfastened my seatbelt and finally got out of the car. The heels of my shoes clicked sharply against the concrete floor. I straightened my collar and walked into the elevator without looking back. As the elevator doors closed, I felt as if my messy past had been sealed off forever. After that, I never checked on Georgia again. Some people said they saw her begging under a bridge. Others said she was arrested for theft. Some even said she had go

Ethan Borromeo: "I never believed in destiny… As everyone says… that when you meet your soulmate, the stars align, and the heavens open a door for a coincidence to meet the one you’re destined for. It was just a childish, funny quote to me… before meeting Sophia… my wife. And being with her feels like everything falls into the right place. Sleeping next to her… Watching every smile on her lips… Protecting her from pain… It’s my fulfillment. I’m content. If that isn’t called destiny… I don’t know what is." Sophia Soledad: "I really wanted to believe every word coming from your mouth… every sweet gesture you’ve made for me… but how can I, Ethan? Because I know you’ve said all those things to S

“Two years, back when I was just carving out my first territory. She was there, beautiful, ambitious, but weak. She cheated, fucked some lowlife, took the money I’d entrusted her, and ran to Russia. That’s it. She’s nothing now.” I listened, my fingers tracing his jaw, feeling the truth in his detachment. “I know our world, tesoro,” I said, voice steady. “Women come and go in your bed, always have. Being your wife isn’t for the faint-hearted. I’m not some fragile thing who’ll break because of your past or your affairs. I know who I married, a don, a killer, a man who needs a woman as unbreakable as he is. The wife title isn’t just a ring; it’s a crown I wear with blood.”

I leaned against the wall halfway there, closing my eyes, trying to breathe. Why did I even come? Why did I think pretending everything was normal would make it true? A noise made me turn, muffled voices, coming from the next room. The men’s voices. Heated, angry. I moved closer, the open archway revealing Damien’s study. Kaiden’s hand was on Damien’s collar. “You don’t look at my wife that way!” Kaiden growled. Damien pushed him back. “Don’t act like you’re doing her any favors. You married her out of guilt, not love!”

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.

Affairs is a common thing. There were plenty of CEOs who put on a show—perfect husbands in public, wolves in tailored suits behind closed doors. The stories were endless. Men parade their wives on red carpets while they chase after secretaries during business trips. Whether rich or not, so many men seemed to share the same fantasy: a wife at home and mistresses to keep things “exciting” on the side. And yet, despite the rumors about him having a stunning wife, Ajax had never taken the bait. Over the years, there were whispers about people trying to toss women his way at networking dinners and casual business meetups. Still, he always declined—politely but firmly.

“Tell me about your wife.” The light returns to Stephan’s eyes, and he begins to describe the image of a woman with bleached blonde hair and green eyes, with freckles dotting her nose and the lower sides of her face sparingly. Then he goes further to describe her as a woman with good morals and a cheerful nature. He brings out his phone and shows them a picture of her. She is a beautiful woman. - Natalia is alone in the mansion as Noah and Stephan had gone out for a game of tennis and probably some drinks afterwards, knowing him. Noah had told her in private not to come with, as they were going out as men, and she was a woman.

"Common, why would you sleep with his wife? I mean, she's married, why would you think of sleeping with his wife just to clear the accusation?" "Point of correction, Xavier, I did not sleep with her. I fvcked her, and she liked it. I met with her husband, and he kept playing hard to crack, so I went after his wife, and you know what? Everything went easier." "Goodness you're d****k, how could you? She's married with a kid." "Yes, she is, but turns out to be a whore. She's an ex model, what do you expect from her, she still sleeps around, and I was lucky I got to fvck her."

And for that reason, I’m getting a chance later today to sign that contract agreeing to hold hands in public with someone whose I*******m followers outnumber the population of Botswana. As for his exes … he dated someone from Italy who has a ferret. And a girl from Japan with three boobs. Four girls claim they’re his fiancées, he has three wives, two are in labor right now with his child, and one kid’s at four years and counting. None of it true. Crazy. It’s worse than a soap opera with a badly written plot. But I’m not here for him, or love. As bad as it may sound … I’m here for the money.

Do you think by marrying me you will get limitless money, a luxurious life? "Wife? Like seriously, you are considering your ugly self as my wife? The multimillionaire Sebastian Knight's wife? Then listen you are nothing but a gold digger. How much I wish you had seen your ugly self before considering your worthless self as my wife. Your face isn't worth spat upon, you fucking whore. This marriage is nothing to me. You are nothing to me. You are just a low-class girl. How could you even think that you can be my wife? You won't even fit as my maid. Have you even seen this type of clothes in your entire life?