Hotwife Confession Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she said, turning her face away from me. "Do you really think I've been with others since I stole you for myself? The only woman populating my thoughts since that day is you, Angela Mancini. I've jerked off so much I feel like I've gone back to adolescence." My confession made her eyes widen and her jaw drop. "Do you really think I'd touch another with my future wife in my house?" "I... You... You didn't know I'd accept being your wife," she stammered, and I rubbed my fingers on her chin, loving how flustered she could get with so little.

Her lips are as dry as can be. “But he can’t,” I add softly. She doesn’t move. So I try something else. “You wanna hear a stupid story?” She shrugs. “Back in Atlanta, I once got caught sleeping with a councilwoman’s daughter. Not caught in bed, thank God, but caught enough. She left her bra in my gym bag. Security found it while checking for weapons at the club entrance.” Dorothy blinks. I continue. “She had a thing for public sex. I had a thing for not saying no to anything with boobs and a membership card. It was a disaster waiting to happen.”

“The people know and they know better than me and anyone and it would be best if I told you these things myself before you hear it from anyone else… because… because it’s just better this way. Zain, I was a whore. A prostitute. A slut. Someone who fucked anything and anyone for a moment of bliss… for a moment of bliss that my mundane life, failed to offer, okay. And you may think you understand but you don’t. And I know I said that I don’t regret being a wench… the thing is I lied, I lied okay and now those lies are staring me in the face… I don’t know what to make of myself so yeah, that’s it… and at the same time that’s not even all. I… I don’t think I can even bare pups… as much as I’d li

"Winona, you likely don't even know who the father of that child in your womb is, do you? You want to turn me into a cuckold? Dream on. Now, let go!" Winona seemed to have lost all her confidence when she heard that. She grabbed his sleeves and pleaded, "Harold, I was drunk. I know nothing. When I woke up, they were all standing next to me. They even threatened me with the video. I had no choice. Please help me!" Harold continued to mock her, speaking louder this time. "Winona, you must be out of your mind with all the drugs you took! You dug your own grave, so resolve it by yourself. I have nothing to do with a wanton woman like you. Stay away from me."

Tired of letting Killian dictate the narrative around my life. I stood up from my seat with my chin high and my heart thundering like a war drum in my chest. All eyes were on me, but for once, I didn’t shrink away. "Yes," I said, voice clear and loud enough for the press to hear. "I have slept with my father-in-law. I have slept with Winston Wolfe." Everyone gasped and began to whisper in shock. I felt Winston tense beside me, but I didn’t look at him. This wasn’t about hiding anymore. It was about telling the whole truth. My truth.

I said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.” … My husband, the award-winning actor Jonas Yves, held a grand confession ceremony for another woman. He publicly declared their relationship on the Internet, making headlines and moving hearts. As for me, his wife of eight years, I could only watch the raucous interview from the side like an outsider. The journalists on the scene were in an uproar. The fans in the front row were celebrating. The next second, Jonas put a matching ring on her finger. Under the spotlight, they looked like a perfect couple.

"You’re lying!" Elias’s voice sliced through the tense air of the courtroom. His fists clenched at the witness stand, every muscle in his body taut with barely restrained fury. The witness, a former business associate named Harold Whitaker, shifted nervously under Elias's heated glare. He tugged at the collar of his shirt before addressing the judge. "Your Honor, I have no reason to fabricate these claims. Mr. Westbrook personally instructed me to falsify financial records and funnel money into offshore accounts during his marriage to Victoria Lancaster."

I finally said when I realized I have been quiet for a while. “This is the first time I am coming for confession this year” the lady said again and I itched to hear more of her voice. “Go on child” I tell her again even if I can figure she is not much older than me, that was if she was not younger than me. “Ever since I lost my husband three years ago, i have been chaste but yesterday things got a bit overwhelming and I had an intimate night with a man whom I kicked out of my bed this morning”

Unexpectedly, such a serious incident happened! "Okay. By the way, did that video get out? The matter about the hotel happened a long time ago, how did someone dig it out again? And those videos and photos, I swear that wasn't me! I've only been in a relationship with James, and there hasn't been any other man! I've never done you any wrong, whether it was before or now. Hubby, I went to the club to dance part-time just to get money, not to pick up some rich guy. I never showed up early, and I always left right after my shift was over. No matter how provocatively I dressed up, I wouldn't have done anything like that! I hate vixens, why would I do that to another woman? Moreover, why would I

"Well, I was born in Mount Holly, New Jersey. My parents moved here when I was in junior high. I never went to college, choosing to work instead, always in retail. I married when I was nineteen. My husbands name is Reggie. Reggie being older than I was nice when I was younger, he being more experienced, and me only having had sex twice before; but his age has proven to be a problem as we grew older. We never had children. He'd had a vasectomy before we married, having had two children with a previous spouse. They lived with their mother and never got close to me even though I had nothing to do with their father's divorce. I've been in my current position for six years, and at that department