Novel & Cerita Ian Garry Wife Nude

"Leah! Larry!" Lauren called as soon as he opened his eyes, only to see Sharon beside him without anything to cover her nude. "Shit!" He turned his face. 'Why? I am supposed to be your wife, not my..." "Get out, if you don't want me to...' Sharon throws a picture of the two in bed. "Shit!" he cursed, "I did not touch you, I didn't..." Sharon titter. "What do you want?"

She was a respectful submissive when we were together and would never pull silly pranks, like the types of Rosie. True to Greta’s words, I threw the door of my master’s bedroom open to see the woman, lying on my bed, half-naked, dressed in just skimpy red lacy panties and a matching bra, her dark hair fanning across my pillow. She looked so relaxed and unconcerned like a bikini model, waiting for the next click of the photographer’s camera. “Ling…” I called in a tone of concern as I stepped into the room, with my eyes fixed on her face. I found it extremely disrespectful to her spouse for her to be naked in bed.

His a huge man with a bulky body structure and quite too young for his age. I fixed my gaze at the ground as we reached the dinner table. I lifted my head and spotted a middle aged lady arranging plates on the table which I assumed to be his wife. I could scent she’s also a wolf. “You came back on time hunny”. The lady said as she approached Gavin and gave him a peek on the lips while wrapping her hand around his neck. Gavin released me from his arm and wrapped his hand around his wife, he pressed her body against his bulky chest as he stared into her beautiful silver eyes.

What was she hiding? The questions clawed at my brain as I got up and started dressing. My fingers trembled with anger, trying to button my shirt when my phone buzzed. I picked it up. The screen lit up with photos. And the world stopped. It was her, my wife. Naked. Her body sprawled across a bed I didn’t recognize, caught mid-laugh, her skin glowing. And next to her, another man. Also naked. Also laughing. My vision turned red. Samuel.

Astrid saw her mother flinch from the corner of her eye, but she recovered immediately. "What are you talking about?" She continued cheerfully, "There is your wife, you play too much." She gestured towards Astrid. The door flew open again, but this time it was Knox's parents. "Knox, what is the matter?" Mrs Gage asked, "You can't just barge out of your wedding reception, no matter how impatient you are to begin your honeymoon." Mr Gage joked. Knox's eyes remained on my face, and he repeated. "Where is my wife?"

It was cracked open just enough. Just enough to see Garrett, naked and gleaming with sweat, buried between a woman's thighs. Someone Adrienne didn't recognize—dark hair, pale skin, crying out like she was being worshipped. "Gods, you feel incredible," Garrett panted. The woman laughed breathlessly. "Better than your precious princess?" Everything inside Adrienne went still and cold.

Aria muttered and watched the screen. The husband put on ripped jeans and then walked to a door in his room. He opened it and walked into the room. It was a red room and in the room, his wife was naked, on her knees, and her head was bowed. Aria furrowed her brows as she watched. The husband walked to a part of the room and Aria’s eyes widened in shock, seeing everything that was there. They were different equipment she could recognise and the ones she couldn't. He picked up the leather cuffs and walked back to his wife.

“Confirming target was the wife.” Wife? Me? What the hell? I dared a glance out the back window as the van was finally forced to stop by two guard vehicles ramming it into a ditch. Three figures lay sprawled on the road. Guards swarmed them like clockwork—guns still drawn, inspecting the scene. I pressed a shaking hand to my mouth. “They’re dead,” I whispered, not sure if I said it to Nathaniel or myself. He didn’t answer, and instead he took out his phone again, this time not to scroll. He was calling someone. And I have a good idea who it is.

Photos filled the screen, some grainy and clearly taken from a distance, others sharper, like someone had gotten close enough to get a clean shot on purpose. One showed Noah laughing with his head tipped back. Veronica's hand resting easy on his chest. Another of the two of them walking out to his car together, far too close for two people who were supposedly just old friends catching up. The comments were already in the thousands. who even IS the wife? has anyone even seen her in public with him before not surprised tbh, that marriage always felt forced she's so pretty omg who is she poor Mrs. Walker if she sees this lmaooo

I held the door handle before exiting and turned towards Mrs Nunung. "And one thing you should know, even those of you who are having fun over my suffering right now. That's a photo of my husband and me. If a wife cannot post a photo with her partner, then I am wrong!" I immediately closed the door firmly and saw Mrs Nunung massaging her head. Savage right? ___________________