Hotwife Story Novels & Stories

They will over come stupid mistakes, fight back against those they thought they could trust and learn to trust in one another more then they had growing up. Along the way you'll run into people who became family along my journey to where I am now. And yes my idiot husband's will be ever present as this story unfolds. So now without giving anymore away. Let's get to the story. Oh look it starts with the man whore out of all my sons, Ace. 🔷🔷🔷 Ace... I'd say thank a mom but that's not what I want this to be about but oh fuck never mind because this story literally starts with me in someone unknown chicks bed.

He realized that his so-called foolish wife had outsmarted him, using my own life as bait, leading him step by step into my trap. The top four short video platforms, all live streaming simultaneously. Hundreds of thousands of people watched him abuse his wife and confess to murder. Quite a show. This was my revenge on Max.

"This... this *whore* has been going around, flirting with what doesn’t belong to her!" I stood there, frozen. The humiliation hit me in waves as she pointed her finger at me like I was the villain. People started whispering, their eyes wide with curiosity. They were eating this up like a drama unfolding before them. "She’s a prostitute!" Nikki yelled, her voice growing louder with every word. "This is my **husband**! And she’s already got her claws in him!" My head was spinning. **Her husband?** My heart pounded in my chest. Everyone was staring. **Everyone.** The whispers grew louder, the room closing in on me. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t give her the sa

Miss Hilda, what do you have to say? Hilda answered, "No one introduced me to my husband. We knew each other before getting married. There is no such thing as women trafficking. I have a good relationship with my husband and we are happy together. He doesn't torture me at all. On the contrary, my husband is even paying for my every need."

Even the people in the elevator were doing so. “Excuse me, are you Kristoff Marx’s wife?” The kid asked me. She was hushed by her mom and apologized to me. I looked at her and nodded. “Yes, why?” I asked. She smiled and pointed at the fruits I was holding. “He is sweet, Miss.” She told me as she was hushed by her mom once again. But this time, the people in the elevator chuckled. I looked at the fruit wrap and my eyes widened. Do not touch my wife, Hunter Looney. – Kristoff Marx.

Well, why not give it a try? On a sudden impulse, I traced my fingertips lightly over Orlando’s hand, moving with such gentle caresses that I could see his reaction—his eyes widening in disbelief. “This is how you pay for your wife’s mistakes,” I whispered, flashing a sly, teasing smile. “That accident cost me dearly.” “What do you mean, Miss?” he asked. My smile deepened, more provocative than before. “I demand compensation.” I stepped closer without hesitation. My fingertips lingered on his hand, and he didn’t pull away. So, he didn’t mind, huh? Typical hypocrite! Can’t resist a beautiful woman, can you?

He'd been sniffing around Nova's divorce announcement for days, desperate for an exclusive. Now he was about to get one. "I'm sending you photos right now," I continued, attaching the files with a few clicks. "Nova Black, caught cheating on her husband with mystery billionaire Kai Storm. Shot tonight at the foundation gala." "Jesus, Darren," Richard's voice crackled through the phone. "These are... wow. How'd you get them?" "Does it matter? What matters is the story. America's sweetheart, the girl-next-door with the angel voice, turns out to be just another cheating wife who destroyed her marriage for a richer man."

"Do you want to hear a story?" Rose was surprised at his question. Why would he suddenly want to tell her a story when they are talking about something very important? "What kind of story?" She asked. "A very good one. Just listen to this story and tell me what you think." Christopher said. "There was a man who was very poor. He had nothing and could barely feed. He was what you would call a street guy. His life is all about how to feed. He and his friends would look for what to do during the weekdays and on weekends, they would go out to party. That's how his life is. One day, he went out to party with his friends as per their tradition and that's how he met a rich heiress. They got talking

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

“I met you wife for first time in my club ‘The Night Ace’… she was this charismatic and beautiful Indian women who approached me first, I am strip poll dancer and job makes me treat everyone equally men and women both… I still remember that it was Tuesday night and I hadn’t made much on that day since it was one of those heavy rainy day…… I was busy in my dressing room busy patting more make up on my already caked face in order to try and pull out as much as cash from drunker in club, when my manager walked up to me and said that a client was seeking for a private dance from me and was also ready to pay me a hefty amount for it… I was excited and accepted it, however when I entered private