Hotwife Story Novels & Stories

" Yes, you don't consider me as your wife, if you had considered me then you would have given me little liberty. Why I am caged in here? at least I can go outside this building to roam in the garden or other floors of this building but no. I am ought to live in here like a prisoner! even though I am the wife of this building's owner but have to live here like a prisoner. I don't like the look which your helpers pass to me, I don't want them to pity me. I am mistress of this house and I want my place here like I deserve after being your wife. Why I can't talk to my family? why we are still stranger? you know everything about me but for me, It is a distant thing to know about you. When I even

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

Logging into my cloud storage, I picked up the microphone and loudly stated, "I wonder if anyone here knows that Zayn Smith, who has a reputation for being fierce and ruthless in the business world, is actually directionally-challenged. After Candace Jones served me a soup laced with abortion drugs, Zayn Smith got lost while driving me to the hospital, which ultimately led to my miscarriage." As soon as I said that, Candace screamed, "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? I never gave you abortion drugs! It's your own fault you lost your child! It has nothing to do with me!" I ignored her furious outburst and clicked on an audio recording from my cloud storage. The recording featured

"Are you a sissy faggot?" I stammered and was taken aback by her comment. As I was trying to explain myself and concurrently making myself look like quite a fool. She held up her hand, to stop me. "Steve has told me the story," she said. "But I'd like to hear it from the whore's mouth, so to speak." Then I noticed an evil smile. I timidly recounted the tale for her, leaving nothing out. I told her about my failing marriage. How my wife had caught me masturbating to gay p**n and how she'd taken my children from me after our divorce.

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!"

The next day, I went to the courthouse and finalized the divorce with Donna. What was the point of keeping a woman like her around? After splitting from Donna, I left the gym and found a new job. A month later, I heard from some colleagues that a few personal trainers at Paradise Gym had been diagnosed with HIV, and many women had reportedly been infected. My heart sank when I realized that was the gym I used to work at. The personal trainers they were talking about must have been Mark and Kevin. I couldn't help but wonder how Donna was doing and if she had been infected by them.

I told her honestly as I smiled sadly at her and then looked over at one of the nurses that was taking care of me and pushing me around in this wheelchair, "let's go inside and have some food, mama, there's a lot we need to talk about." ~~~ How do I start this? "Hey mum, uh, ok so firstly I'm married, yes...married without your blessing. Also, that's not even the crazy part. My husband, who's not fully my husband yet because he hasn't bitten my neck, marked me and had sex with me, is a werewolf. But wait, it gets crazier, he was married to eight other women before me, haha, I know right. It actually...gets even crazier. So the thing is, I died and came back to life because I spoke to the Moo

Angela Every women's dream is to have a perfect household. We won't settle for less for we women are destined for something bigger and brighter tomorrow for our family. That's how I look things up and continued to serve as a mother and a wife. But, I never thought that life will give me a fucked up challenge. "What? I thought Mr. Takahashi and I talked about this. He knew that I'm on a one-week vacation, right now. Hence, what's up with that old man!" I can't help to yell. "This is absurd," I said with an annoying voice.

♡VIRANICA POV♡ Till today I never seen a guy abducting his wife for honeymoon what the hell did I accept him as my husband no way but why the hell I married him I'm laying on bed and thinking all these things he lifted me and took to watch sunset I'm feeling sleepy and slept off on him only in the morning when I opened I seen him sleeping still I tried to move but his hold on me was too tight he opened his eyes and said "escaping from husband is not good kitten" I rolled my eyes he chuckled why he never gets angry oops my mistake he gets angry when I tries to harm myself

Maybe Robert tipped Tony off and he called his wife. She welcomed me in and offered me coffee. I sat down at the kitchen table and she said she knew why I was there. That didn't make it less awkward. Eva served the coffee and sat down. She then told me she was a hotwife. I thought that was a bit conceited, not because she wasn't beautiful but because talking about yourself that way was a bit weird. She must have noticed a confused look on my face because she asked me if I knew what hotwife meant. She then laughed when I said, "Well you're very attractive."