First Time Wife Swapping Stories Novels & Stories

"I had one of the greatest weekends ever. But I don't know if it will ever be the same. I'm kind of nervous about the idea of coming out here with the specific intention of wife swapping, which I think is what we're talking about here." "Let's call it wife sharing. How did you feel about being naked for two days?" "I loved it. Didn't expect to, but it was great." "I'd like to try it again," she finally admitted. "And I swear, I don't know if we'd ever find another couple we're so compatible with." "The fact they have a great little cabin out here ain't too bad, either."

Eric said nonchalantly. I felt like smashing his face with a spiked iron ball. I couldn't say anything more about my husband's behavior. All this time, he had been after my wealth. He married me not out of love but just to pretend and gain everything from me. Now he had successfully created chaos in my life, and I had been deceived by him all this time. It was truly a clever and difficult game to read beforehand. But still, I had to remain calm in facing him so that he wouldn't feel he had the upper hand over me.

He explained, "Rachel and Amanda gave birth on the same day. When I visited Amanda with Rachel's baby, I made a mistake and swapped the two babies." His head hung low as if he were very upset, but I almost laughed at his hypocrisy. Greg was the one who had overstepped boundaries with Amanda. Yet, he was trying to cover up his evil plan of swapping the babies by calling it a mistake. He stole a glance at me, expecting me to break down and make a scene. However, I showed no reaction and simply took a sip of my coffee.

"You were the one who asked me to marry you, and now you're calling the shots on the divorce, too? Why should you get to decide our marriage all by yourself?" Furious, she tore the divorce agreement to pieces in a few quick motions and tossed the fragments straight into the nearby bonfire. Within seconds, the document turned to ashes. The pleased expression on Zachary's face froze instantly. Indeed, I had been the one to first propose marriage, but it took me five proposals before she finally agreed. Every time she had turned me down, she claimed she wanted freedom. Now that I'd finally given her freedom, she seemed not to want it anymore.

My professor told me they had given it to someone named Poppy Hart instead. Furious, I rushed home to confront Poppy. However, I stopped when I heard her and Mom talking. "I swapped your exam scores for you and got you a stable job, too. You'll coast through life now. That makes me feel so much better." Poppy nestled against Mom, grinning. "Mom, you're amazing. I love you so much. Will the last swap be for Elisa's husband?" Mom shook her head. "Of course not. I'll find you a good husband myself. The last swap needs to be saved for emergencies, so you'll have a backup plan when you're in labor or if something terrible happens."

We thus decide we have to do something to make them realize our true value. "But what can we do?” Stacey asks while racking their brains. I've always had a rather lively mind. Even in college, I was known as someone who could think of a lot of jokes. So, while I am reflecting, once again, my prank-minded brain comes up with an extraordinary idea and I tell her "I know Stacey! Eureka! We can swap husbands!!” Stacey stays silent. I think she is wondering what to say. I must make her calm down and make her reason with me. This is a great idea. This is genius.

Like, how can you befriend a woman who had intercourse with your husband on the very same bed where you made love to him? “What were you two doing?” Sophia asks. Curling her legs beneath her on the grass. “Nothing,” Mary quickly replies. Too quick even. Sophia rises one or her eyebrows, signaling she is not buying it. “It’s just silly sister-wives stuff, really… I’m sure you know.” Lucy says. “Sister-wives’ stuff?” Janne scoffs, “is that even a thing?” Apparently Janne had the same thing in mind. “Uh-huh,” Mary nods. “It is a thing.”

"Instead of confronting him immediately, I decided to test him. To see what kind of man he really was. So I pretended to have amnesia. That I couldn't remember anything." "Wait, what?" A woman near the front looked confused. "She faked it?" someone else said. Grace continued. "And you know what my husband did when he thought I couldn't remember? He didn't comfort me. Didn't take care of me. He SWAPPED me." "Swapped?" Multiple voices. Confused. "He gave me to his brother Aiden. Told everyone that Aiden was my real husband. Not him. All so he could live openly with his mistress without anyone questioning it."

The other woman, twenty-nine, had spent the last hour letting her foot rest against the first husband’s calf; her partner, thirty-four, had stopped pretending he wasn’t staring at the first woman’s mouth. The decision arrived without a formal speech. A longer look. A nod. The first husband leaned in and kissed his wife once, slow, then stood and offered his hand to the other woman. She took it. The second husband moved at the same time, settling onto the couch beside the first wife. The initial awkwardness lasted less than a minute. The moment each of them watched their own partner being touched by someone else, the last of the hesitation burned away.

~I had her removed. He hadn't been jilted. He hadn't been outsmarted by my mother's sudden twin swap. The untouchable king of the city had deliberately plucked my sister out of existence hours before the wedding of the century. My knees buckled beneath the weight of the realization, and I collapsed onto the plush carpeted floor of the panic room. Suddenly, a faint, metallic vibration trembled through the floorboards beneath me. Ding. The elevator doors had opened. Damian and the federal marshals were officially inside the penthouse.