Free Use Wife Novels & Stories

"I'm more hurt because he's enjoying you more. I see you really enjoy his touch and letting him lick your genitals damn it! I'm disgusted to see him! You're having fun and opening your legs wider and wider. Is that what you're saying is preventing huh! You cheap bitch!" "Ah!" My head was slammed against the wall and my blood stuck to the wall, seeping from my head and falling down my cheeks. I sat on the floor and immediately stood up to face her. I'm not at fault, her husband is to blame. "I told you, just cancel it" "If I cancel then he wants me not to limit him." "Of course, that's what he wants. You, as a woman, cannot be a good wife. Your husband wants to be treated freely. And if you d

"Fine fine. I'm here in the Philippines. And I'm just wondering if your free today? Just want to hangout and catch up with my best friend after you reject me." I smiled. "Not today I'm on leave. Maybe tomorrow?" My husband glared at me. But I just ignore him. "Okay Mara! See you tomorrow then!" "Yes see you! Bye!" After the call my husband confronted me. "And what was that wife?" "What?" "Your going out with your ex suitor?" He ask me in a serious tone. "His my best friend Maru. And the mere fact that he called me and told me he wants to see me means that he already moved on."

“Why…would I divorce you?” “B-Because I have broken your trust and things are never going to be the same. T-Those pictures are going to stay on the internet forever. I am going to be hounded, misunderstood by the press. The paparazzi will follow me wherever I go. Your company and your stocks will take the hit. It’s too much for you and for me. You can’t fix my problems for me, Nathan. I have to fix it myself. You already have too much on your plate. Anna needs you. Your parents too. I don’t want you to live everyday thinking that I am a…. “You are not a whore,” Nathan reached for her face, cupping it in his arms as he felt the warmth, “You are my wife. My partner. The one I swore to love in

“Are the two of you having problems?” He looked toward the city skyline beyond his office windows. “Yes.” “Serious problems?” His answer came quietly. “Yes.” The silence that followed felt different this time. Heavier. More thoughtful. Finally his mother spoke. “I wondered when this day would come.” He straightened slightly. “You too?” A soft sigh came through the speaker. “Adrian, your wife spent years making life easier for everyone around her.” Her voice softened. “Eventually people become tired of being appreciated only when they stop.”

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her.

I'm your Maid, it's not the other way around. "You're also my friend and it's not such a bad thing to help you out if you're helping me, as a friend." She opened her mouth to say something but my phone chimed which automatically distracted her. I grouchily took the phone from the bed to read whatever message just popped in. I was expecting a message from Alvin but it instead is a message from an unknown ID and it read: *** Hey, hey, hey, new 'wife'. That title of being a wife might not last for as long as you think because I'm on a mission to eliminate your husband. If you love him and care about his life, you should return home because I'm

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

“I’m not coming today—I’m going out with my wife!” He could be a real jerk—and still, she kept forgiving him. Kept cooking for him, cleaning his face when he came over reeking of alcohol. Her friends hated him. They told her she was young, beautiful, had a great job—she didn’t need to put up with this from a man who would never leave his wife; that she’d spend her life chasing after him for nothing.

“I can never understand you, Nikolai. Maybe this is the main reason why this marriage was doomed from the very start.” *** She's got hundreds of pre-picked clothes in her closet that fit her perfectly. She's even wearing one now: white, crease-free, classy… just not her style. She plans to enjoy one of the very few perks of being Nikolai’s wife. ‘What’s mine is yours. Use this card however you want, Isobelle.’ Were the very words that came out of his lips. A very stupid move, she thought. You don’t say things like that to someone who loathes you at the moment.