Jimmy Page First Wife Novels & Stories

I struggled to steady my emotions, my arms instinctively opening—just like every time we used to meet, reaching for a hug. But before I could take a step, a stunning woman appeared behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Honey, who’s she?” I froze, awkwardly lowering my arms. James’ face twisted with disdain as he sneered, “This is my gold-digging ex, Amelia Simmons.” The woman gave me an artificial smile and held out her hand. “So you’re Miss Simmons? I hear James mention you all the time.” “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Lucy Miller, his wife.”

"The next level? You have to explain a bit more than that, my friend. I'm sure you both have touched all the bases and then some. You must mean a deeper level. Dare I say…marriage?" I nodded my head as we made eye contact, sensing the excitement in Jim's tone of voice. His eyes grew wider and he grasped both of my shoulders, "William. That's incredible. I'm so proud of you. I never would have dreamed I'd get to see you this happy ever again." Jim had been there for my first marriage with Victoria, and even Eva's birth. Victoria and Jim never got along, and when things went south I knew why. I had to appreciate him for sticking with me even during those dark times.

Jimmy set his hands on her hips. "Okay. I am ready now." Nat walked down the steps wearing jeans and a shirt, and let her hips sway. Her dark hair was pulled behind her in a ponytail. And she tossed her husband a grin. "Now I know why I married you," Jimmy said following her, letting his eyes linger on her backside. "Don't get mushy on me." Natalia teased. "Mushy? Me? Never!" Jimmy smiled, walking to the door to hold it for her.

She leads her husband down the hallway to the bed. * * * James Spiegal I kissed my wife, so eager to make-- I came up the stairs, ready to get some sleep. I reached the top of the stairs and found my wife waiting at the doorway. It was so quiet. The girls must have gone to bed early. They were probably tuckered out after the move. Stephanie's first husband had left her for a eighteen-year-old slut and her MILF mother. Just abandoned his family. I would never do that. I had Stephanie. I didn't need jailbait or incest. I just needed my wife.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

Jason: “Bella Quinn Reed is not a rumor. She is my partner. My anchor. My future. And together, we’ve decided to expedite our wedding plans.” (Pausing, letting the words sink in.) “We’ll be married in a private ceremony next month.” Gasps shot through the crowd. A dozen flashes erupted like lightning. Reporter 2: “Wait—are you confirming—” Jason: “I am confirming more than that. Bella and I have endured lies, attacks, and a thousand attempts to tear us apart. We’ve stood against it all, and now we’re standing here before you to say this: our love is not a headline. It’s not for sale. And it’s not breakable.”

He asks. “I convinced her to relax in the tub. Is everything okay?” I question. James shakes his head, “I owe you an apology. I’ve not welcomed you into our family or had a conversation lasting longer than a minute. The truth is when Ellie first said she was getting married, I assumed she was pregnant. That’s why I married Sarah. We met at a party, got drunk, slept together, and two months later she tracked me down saying she was pregnant with twins. It was the first party she went to, and I was her first. Her parents were so ashamed of her. They said things and pushed me to marry her. I never even went on a date with her. Sarah and I got married and had the twins. I love Sarah, but I’m not

I never once regretted it. I had felt that way until I saw what happened in that chapel. My heart was broken. I regretted it. Fortunately, it was not too late. I still had a way out. I could still cut my losses. I would die on our sixth wedding anniversary as revenge for Olivia’s betrayal. I composed myself and opened the door. My son, Bryan Spencer, was standing there holding David’s hand. I had just witnessed my wife cheating on me with him. The sight of him stirred an immediate sense of disgust within me.

My whole damn world shatters in an instant while Jim, my husband of eight years, is on our bed stark naked fucking a brunette. His hips slam into her ass from behind while his cock plunges deep into her pussy with brutal force. The wet slaps kept echoing while her face was buried in the pillow but her back arches pushing back against him. “Harder, Jim! God, yes, wreck me,’ she begs desperately. He grabs her head while yanking her head up. “You love this, don't you?.” He voiced out “See how shameless you are begging for my dick while my wife's away.”