Freeuse Wife Novels & Stories

I stood at the door of the church chapel and watched my wife, Olivia Spencer, lean into the arms of another man. That man was my younger brother, David Spencer. David complained, “This rosary really digs into the skin.” “Then, take it off for me.” Olivia had always treasured her rosary. She would not even let me touch it. Yet, my brother was teasingly lifting it between his lips and pulling it from her neck. He tossed it to the floor like it was worthless.

“She’s no use to this company.” “Don’t be old-fashioned. You’re unbelievable. I can’t believe I’m hearing this from you at a time like this. We could have spent this time thinking about more ways to fix things, but you're nit-picking my marriage life.” Nikolai replied. It’s already the 21st century. People can marry who they want or choose not to.

but I will say don’t hit her too hard you wouldn’t want to damage her soft skin and her beautiful face… Man the things I would do to have her as my wife, you truly are a lucky man.” Beau glared at Trad with an ice cold stare as he (Beau) cracked his phone screen in his grip. Beau clenched his jaw, dropped his phone on the ground, and said, “You touched my wife?” Trad laughed and said, “What are you going to be the big tough Beau now? Beau you are nothing more than a coward afraid of change and afraid to lose the business.” Beau said, “You touched my wife,” and Trad smiled while saying, “Oh please, she's property that your daddy bought for you because you can’t get a woman, pretty boy. She’s

Wendy's harassment did not last long because something happened to Caleb soon after. After Mary slapped him, Caleb moved out of Wendy's place. Without Wendy's financial support, he lived in a cramped apartment, barely making ends meet. Worse still, the news about him potentially having AIDS somehow got out. Desperate, Caleb went to Wendy for money, but was given an earful. "How dare you show your face? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have become like this!" Wendy shoved him to the ground, pointing at him and yelled, "My husband left me! My mother gives me a hard time every day! Everyone in the family looks at me differently now! This is all your fault!"

The woman didn't even get the chance to retaliate before Natasha disappeared from the room. An uncomfortable silence settled over the living room. Salvatore felt utterly embarrassed. His wife's behavior wasn't merely inappropriate; she had displayed it in front of close friends and neighbors alike. It was insensitive and humiliating. “It's alright, Mrs. Harthwore,” Harthwore said with a reassuring smile. “Please don't take my wife's words to heart.” He turned toward Salvatore. “I understand that you didn't expect an adult man to simply disappear, but life is unpredictable. There are certain situations beyond our control.”

“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

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.

Someone tagged Liam, asking, "How come you're free today, Sir Johnson? Didn't your wife nag you?" He was in a good mood and responded quickly, "That's something you all need to learn from me. Just pick an excuse to start an argument, and that stupid woman would run off to her parents' house with our daughter—just like always. "I chose a perfect reason this time—there's no way that plain ol' housewife can complain about it!" I sighed bitterly when I saw the words "plain ol' housewife". I never knew it only took several years for someone to go from being cherished to being discarded.

I’d used her for my own pleasure, and now here I was, haunted by the consequences. My wife this things itself really eating me alive now-a days, I used her body for my pleasure and now I was referring her as my wife. ........... To be continued

“You made choices.” Silence exploded between us instantly. I stared at her stubbornly while anger and desperation clawed violently through my mind. “Whatever happens, you’re still my wife.” Evelyn looked at me quietly for several long seconds afterward. Something inside her eyes finally shattered completely. “No,” she whispered softly. “I stopped being your wife the moment you touched another woman.” My jaw tightened immediately. “She means nothing compared to you.” Evelyn laughed again. Unfortunately, this time the sound felt painfully empty.