Hotwife Novels & Stories

He kissed my shoulder and uttered in husky tone, " You are my wife.. So I thought to call you romantically as wifey.. Why ??.. Don't you like it ??" " Wifey.. Why didn't you tell me that you don't like to be called Gundu ??" He added in soft tone.. When I heard his question, I do not know whether to laugh or cry.. In this world, who likes to be called fatty, who wants to hear that word from the person they love.. Regardless of his foolish query, I told him in low tone, " We will get divorce next week.. After that, I am not your wife.. I don't care by what name you are calling me.. However, your fiance gowri will definitely don't like it when you call me as wifey in front of her.."

I shouted. “Its Jana!” My eyes widen when I saw my wife at the door. "Wife!" "Hi there husband." She said then smirked

Who would believe Adrian De Luca the number 1 business tycoon in both London and new York would be so restless about a woman. Well not just any woman as the woman is his Wife.

I downed several gulps of water, staggering to my feet. Just as I stumbled toward the door, Emily appeared again, ready to confront me. She spat, "Slut! You lost your husband, and now you're throwing yourself at mine? Serves you right that William and your child are both dead! You should've joined them!" With those words, my rage instantly ignited. She was the one who stole my husband and caused me to lose my baby. Yet, she was accusing me of being the other woman. Fueled by intense anger, I grabbed her collar and slapped her across the face. I snarled, "You destroyed my family! You're the real slut!"

“You kidnapped someone.” Compared to me, this man was quick to anger. Everything he wanted, he had to have. “She is my wife.” A truly fucking sentence I hated. He always said Cassandra was his wife, never thinking whether he actually deserved her. “Are you trying to pressure Cassandra into putting me in jail?” I snorted. “You have a lot of problems to deal with.” I quietly searched for every way to get Cassandra out of that house: looked into her missing-case, and documented the violence he had committed both at home and in business.

Her fingers shook as she picked it up. She'd always known the passcode. Never used it—until now. On his chat app, she opened a group thread with his buddies: [Jared, 1000 days of celibacy today, right? You have to come out and celebrate!] [No way. Three years married and still no action?] [Lucia might be a bumpkin, but with that face and body? You've seriously held back?] [Obviously. He made that vow to Alice—stay pure for her. Jared's never broken a promise to Alice.]

I raise a brow at her, watching her face morph into one of anger. “He loves me, provides for me, stays with me, never argues with me, we are happy and you will watch us become a family soon, and what will you be? A wretched old wife stuck in some lonely mansion who can't provide her husband with a kid because he can't even stand the sight of seeing her naked” she says boldly, her eyes wide and convincing

I asked, my voice firm as I waited for a response, but nothing came through. “Who the fuck are you?! Who the fuck do you think you are to be my fiancé’s VIP?!” I barked into the phone, my anger getting the best of me but all I got back was a scoff. A scoff! A bloody fucking scoff! And that too from a woman that should cower in fear right now! She was the mistress here and I, the main wife! How dare she scoff at me?!

I opened my eyes to see 31-year-old Lucas. He exited the bathroom, rubbing his nose and avoiding my eyes. The passion we once shared was nothing more than a ghost between us. He hadn't changed much from the man in my memories. The years as our pack's Beta had changed him, shaping him into a figure of formidable strength, his wildness growing with each passing year. Women adored him. And me? Seven years later, I was just a woman past her prime. I gave up my own path to support him. I turned down the Wolfen Kingdom's offer of service, choosing instead to stay behind—raising our child, tending to the elders, cleaning the house, cooking meals, mowing the lawn…

"Aren't we a pair that would beat a full house!" "A nympho wife and a cuckold hubby," he replied with a little laugh. "It's a good pairing." "I wouldn't call you a cuckold hubby," she said. "To me, that's some wimpy guy who can't satisfy his wife and who's forced to accept that she likes fucking other men. You're certainly no wimp and you sure as hell satisfy me, and it sounds like you'd be okay with me fucking around." She looked over at the bulge in his pants, and added, "Not just okay, but the thought actually turns on. I'd call you a hot, kinky, perverted hubby, but not a cuckold-hubby. Which makes me the luckiest fucking slut wife around!"