La Esposa Perfecta Novels & Stories

He whispered sweet, filthy praises against my lips: “So perfect. My beautiful wife. Love feeling you squeeze my cock like this.” We came together that morning, wrapped in each other as the sea breeze drifted through the open balcony doors. The rest of the honeymoon followed this perfect rhythm—passionate nights and lazy, loving days. We explored hidden coves by boat, made love on the yacht’s deck under the stars, and fucked wildly in the infinity pool, water splashing around us as Enzo pinned me against the edge and pounded into me until I saw stars. Light, fun phone calls from Elena and Adrian kept us laughing. During one video call, Elena teased mercilessly, “Don’t forget to eat something

The dress pools at her feet, leaving her standing in front of me in nothing but a black lace bra and a pair of strappy heels and nothing else. Kak chelovek mozhet byt' takim sovershennym? (How can a person be so perfect?) A low hiss escapes my lips as my gaze travels down the length of her reflection in the mirror, memorising every bare inch of skin I can get my eyes on. I already knew she wasn't wearing any underwear but seeing this? My hand instinctively goes to her waist, my fingers pressing gently into her skin as I squeeze her firmly, pulling her flush against my body. No word in the English and Russian dictionary can describe how perfect my wife is.

Someone even grabbed my handlebars and shouted, "Mr. Quinn! Ms. Pearce waited six whole years for you. Isn't your reaction a bit cold? Are you rushing off because you feel guilty facing the ex-wife who paid off all your debts?" "Enough!" Shirley stepped forward, her eyes turning teary as she looked at me with that devoted expression, her voice trembling. "Marcus, I came to take you home." My knuckles turned white gripping the handlebars, veins bulging on the back of my hand. The other delivery drivers around us had all stopped working, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes full of envy and jealousy. "Marcus is always so quiet, but his ex-wife is actually that loaded." "She's not just an

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

I just let her because I can not even finish it. “Yes, that is the person”. Mariquita confirms her statement. “He looks very attractive”. Andrea says. “With a nice body”. I add. “And luscious lips”. Mariquita completes and we all giggle like a bunch of middle school girls fantasising over a hot male actor.

“She’s our mate. I had let the most primal instinct take over me in anger and my mind conjured up this image of our mate. Isn’t she the most beautiful female?” His question seemed idiotic to me as my eyes stared at the raw beauty of our mate. “She is the most beautiful and exotic female, I have gotten the pleasure to ever lay my eyes on. Her long brunette hair are so tempting that I want to run my fingers in them, Adie. That smile of hers' would be the death of me, I swear on the goddess.” I reply with my eyes closed.

“Our money… Mary. When we got married, we became one, which means your money became mine and mine became yours. So you bought them with our money, and my new wife gets them now.” She laughed. Oh! She had been a fool. What had she been thinking when she picked a wretched grape farmer boy and dusted him, dressed him to become a CEO of a company she had sold almost half her soul to build? What had she expected? She looked into the mirror and winced. Who was this haggard old woman that stared back at her? How had she been reduced to this? How? “I have transferred all your assets and cars to Selena. It's right that she has them all since you made her lose the most precious thing in her life. The

" Rachel advises no less long, she wants to destroy Leno's expectations of the man's dream woman. "Instead of being busy looking for the perfect woman, you better improve yourself. For you will not necessarily be the perfect husband for your wife in the future." Leno immediately silenced, he lost badly. Rachel's sharp speech pierces into the recesses of her heart, deep and sharp. Rachel manages to open Leno's point of view which has been too focused on female perfection, but he realizes that he herself is not necessarily perfect. What does Leno have up to demanding his woman be perfect?

“They are perfect. This is perfect, my love.” THE END

"Levántate y brilla, esposa mía (Rise and shine, my wife.)" She responded with a soft kiss. She's about to let go of his lips but Estefan holds her closer. He started roaming inside her mouth. He once again placed on top of her. She blushed right away. A memory of their night had her bath in blossom red. "No Puedo tener suficiente de ti (I just can't get enough of you.)" He replied as he brought her again to heaven. After a passionate morning, they bathed together. He noticed a speck of small dirt on his wife's back. He did not notice it last night. He touched her back but to his surprise, it was a birthmark.