Hotwife Story Novels & Stories

Mary Kinson entered the second floor at a pace and went to the locker room. She clutched the card in her hand, still feeling like this was all a dream. It wasn't until her eyes narrowed at the bright shine outside the window, hearing the sound of traffic below and feeling the breeze, that she had a sense of reality. In her former life, against all odds, she fell in love Richard Black, she was seventeen and twenty-four, and then married their son. Before the wedding, she overheard him and Lavi partying overnight in her wedding room, telling how they killed her relatives and took everything that belonged to her.

Hans began, briefly bowing before continuing, "I mean, wife. Now that I've witnessed your reaction to those articles and seen you living with your best friend, Samara, in our former house, perhaps I cannot be mistaken in believing that you are indeed my wife, Xiellenna." I know, right. Seeing is believing. I felt caught red-handed, as if I were a criminal myself. But even if they knew the truth about me, nothing would change. The plan was set. My revenge was steadfast. There was no turning back. "Why don't you say something to me, wife? I promise I'll listen," he exclaimed, then made his way to one of the couches in the room, never once taking his eyes off me. I clenched my fists tightly, fo

Tobi shouted. “I am a freaking badass whore!” Bash yelled at the top of his voice. Tobi smiled proudly. “Now accept it, own it, you are a whore that doesn’t sell your body.” Bash breathed in deeply as a tear drop fell from his eye. “I am a whore that doesn’t sell my body.” Tobi smiled. “So whore, tell, what’s the story behind your hate for the word .” Bash laughed at being called a whore for the first time in years. “I don’t know why but I feel like I trust you enough to tell you my story.”

I was also trying to tell myself that everything is okay and fine when it's was actually not okay. I am Hannah Miller, Mikes wife. To our neighbors I am the woman who always holds the elevator. I never complain about the noise. To the store clerk I am the lady who always clips coupons. To Mike I am a maid. I cook his meals. I clean his clothes. Sometimes I look in the mirror. I try to remember the girl I used to be. The girl who spoke languages. She understood business before breakfast. I gave up a lot of money for what I thought was love. I wanted to know if a man could love me for who I'm

“Swallow, you disgusting toilet slut. And tell them why you’re here. Tell them what your boring husband would think if he saw his perfect little wife right now, tits covered in wax and cunt stretched around a stranger’s cock in front of the whole club.” I gulped down her spit and forced the words out between moans. “I’m here… because I’m a filthy… cheating… pain-whore… My husband thinks I’m asleep… but I’m getting my married cunt destroyed… in public… because I’m too weak and slutty to stay away… Please… please let your whore come…” The women cheered. One of the onlookers yelled, “Cover her in wax and make her fountain for us!” The older woman answered putting both candles at once. Hot wax r

Husband and wife experience a renewed sexual awakening. Enjoy.. *********The following is a true story about how I got to know my wife after twenty years of marriage. My wife Lisa is a beautiful woman. We have known each other since 3rd grade as we both grew up in the same small Texas town. I can honestly say that I have been in love with her since I first saw her. It started out as a puppy love crush then advanced to dating and finally marriage after we left college. Now twenty odd years later she still has the same cheerleader figure. At 5'7" and 128 lbs with dark brown she looks more like a thirty year old hottie than a forty-three year old mother of two.

All I was doing was giving it soil to grow. I had seen what powerlessness looked like in her eyes when she first told me about that night, when her ex-husband, Nathaniel Blake, brought his pregnant mistress into their home, and she was forced out into the storm with nothing but her three-year-old daughter in her arms. That memory had carved something deep inside her, something that turned pain into fuel.

“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

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End

“You’re afraid of becoming like them?” Adele nodded. He fell silent briefly before finally saying— “The difference is simple.” “What difference?” “They destroy people for themselves.” Sebastian’s gaze locked onto hers. “You’re destroying them to take your life back.” The words left Adele silent for a long time. And strangely enough… she began to believe them. Several weeks passed. Vanessa’s pregnancy became more visible, and news about the future heir of the Ashcroft family appeared more frequently throughout London’s business media. Meanwhile, Adele gradually became known within New York’s social circles as a wealthy young woman named Adele Laurent.