Ian Garry Wife Nude Novels & Stories

"Yes, this woman next to me is my companion, but she has another identity that I've never told anyone of." Winnie clicked her tongue, telling Natalie, "Isn't she just Lovito's designer? What's so impressive about that?" Right after she said that, Shawn said seriously, "This is my wife, Gale Warm." His wife! What?!

It was a photo of Irina, naked, in bed with another man, and the note said: "Docile cuckold, your wife is cheating on you with a man ten years younger than her."

Seeing her hurriedly stuff the photo into her pocket, I sneered. "You left me on the road so that you could rush back here to relieve your tension?! What happened to your Arousal Disorder?" Clearing her throat to hide her guilt, Wendy quickly looked away. "I was just about to feel something, but you interrupted me, and now I don't feel anything again." I looked at her flushed face and scoffed. "Really? I thought your problem was just a lie so that I wouldn't touch you." Under my questioning, a fleeting look of panic flashed in her eyes.

Her mouth was stuffed with my cock and she was breathing heavily through her nose. Her back was glowing with perspiration; her ass was raised and Greg was humping with his cock buried in her cunt. I’d never even imagined — well actually I had — seeing my wife like this, acting like one of those broads in the ‘adult films’. Katy pulled her face off my cock and aimed it at her friend’s pussy. Anna was on her back and her legs were spread apart, her wide-open pussy was so inviting. My wife looked at me. Her hair was a mess, her face flushed and red.

No one dared question her. Two days later, the results came in. They dragged in a former hotel security guard—flew him back from some town miles away to the Bureau. The second he heard how bad this could get, he went pale and cracked. "Two months ago, I was outside Ms. Sweeney's office. Heard her arguing on speaker. Sounded like her husband's grandfather. He had proof—her affair, a kid—and wanted to expose her, make his grandson divorce her." I watched the recording, fists clenched so tight my fingers went white.

Her phone lit up again. I walked over. On the screen was a preview of WhatsApp notifications: James: [Your husband came today, I’m so scared. [Will he hurt our child? [When are you coming to see Noah? He says he misses his Mom.] The shower was silent.

My fingers shook as I clicked the most recent one. A video popped up. There he was. Marcus Kane. My mom’s new husband. My stepdad. Forty-three years old, built like he lifted weights for a living, with that sharp jaw and dark eyes that always made me look away too fast. But in the video, he wasn’t wearing the expensive shirts and watches he wore around the house. He was naked, cock thick and hard in his fist, stroking slow while a woman moaned on her knees in front of him.

Once, twice, three times, before he starts to fuck me, yanking my hips back to meet his thrusts with his hands on my hips. “You seem tense, wife. Nothing a good ol’ orgasm couldn’t fix.” He’s taunting her and I know she’s livid even though I can’t see her face. “Want our Minny to give you one? I’m sure she’d be more than happy to.” The room is quiet save for the sound of flesh slapping flesh and our heavy breaths. Color me surprised when Mrs Walter appears in front of me fully naked, her skirt and bra discarded. I can’t resist ogling her body as her husband fucks me.

She was wearing a white shirt which ended at her mid-thighs and her hair was also wet. With the bear foot, she strolled towards him mumbling, “no… I am not ashamed. Well, why would a wife feel ashamed of staring at her husband’s naked body… officially it’s every wife’s right to stare at her husband. I am staring at my husband, not other’s husband, isn’t it?” Standing in front of him, she trailed her index finger above his bare shoulder which was still covered with droplets of water. “You are super hot, Mr. Hubby,” she mumbled with a smile plastered on her face.

he said firmly and I gave him a glare. “Open it! I am interested in the contents,” I blurted out. Nick started snickering and Gavin looked like he swallowed a goat. Swiping it off the table I ripped it open and pulled out the contents. Several photos fell from within and scattered to the ground. They were all salacious pictures of a nude woman in compromising positions and I raised my eyes at my mate. “I can see where our son has gained his perverseness,” I snarled and dared him to utter a sound.