Mature Hot Wife Stories Novels & Stories

"Look around. Few 27-year-old men are still unmarried and childless. You two have been married for four years, but you never had a child. If this goes on, your mother-in-law might get even more dissatisfied with you. I'm just telling you to have children, not commit a crime. It's for your own good, so why won't you have children? "Silly child, you're still young, so it's easier for you to recover after giving birth. If you give birth when you're older, what if … What if Liam isn't interested anymore? Crying won't help you then!" Maria exclaimed. Amelia was exasperated when she heard that, but she was indeed a little worried. If she was pregnant, would Liam betray her at this "best timing to

Facci asked from the other side of the phone. “No mum I don't want you to start bugging me about getting married, you know I'm not ready, especially not after everything I went through three years ago and you know this mum ” Lillian answered coldly,” I know sweetheart, but you need to move on, it's in the past please dear do not deprive yourself the love you deserve” at this time, Mrs Facci was already sobbing from the other end of the phone. Lillian felt an incoming headache from what her mother said “It's fine mum please don't cry, I've heard what you said I know all this is just drama to get me to go out on a date ” Lillian rolled her eyes as she knew her mum loved to play the Emotional b

she mocks. “I do,” Tom says, pulling out his phone and showing it to the woman. “That little girl isn’t his. The mother was badgering him to have an affair, and my son refused. The next day, he took his wife, thinking the child’s mother wouldn’t solicit anything while we waited for the results. My son’s wife never hurt the child and even brought her a gift. That woman then started accusing my son’s wife of vile things after planting reporters there.” “My granddaughter would never hurt a child. Anyone who knows her wouldn’t believe such stories.” Granma says.

He kissed her forehead. “Love you too.” She kissed his neck. “So stop being jealous now.” “Can’t promise that, wifey.” Atticus rolled her eyes and stepped away from him. “Entertain your friends. I’ll entertain their wives,” she suggested. “Okay.” She moved away from Phoenix and approached the wives of his friends, who were gathered around the coffee table. “Hey,” she greeted them. “Atticus!” Mhelanie was the first to approach, hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “How are you? It’s been two years since we last saw you. The Bachelor Wife’s Club missed your presence.”

At least the women there are clean and all tested and I am a member. I get to my car and retrieve my wallet from the dashboard and check if the card is there and it is. I smile and ignite the car. Velvet House is a fantasy world that gives most men what they do not get in their marriages. Here, one gets all types of sex depending on their preference. I am a hardcore dominant and I love my partners submissive and masochistic. I love dominating for a good fuck but once in a while, I can switch roles but that doesn't with whether I can get a good dominatrix.

The tension was getting thick. "Dad you can't make me rush a decision as big as marriage. Dad, I am twenty-two. My girlfriend and I are not even thinking of marriage right now ", Ethan yelled as he approached the door. "Your mother and I got married at twenty-three and we are doing just fine", Joseph said stopping Ethan before he got to the door. "Dad getting married at twenty-three was a choice you made, you were not forced. I will only get married when I am ready, that is my final decision ", Ethan said between his teeth and opened the door.

Janice was tired of this. Every afternoon she curled up on the couch with her tablet, devouring filthy stories about women who got fucked the way they truly needed — rough, hungry, shameless. Her hand would slip into her panties, fingers frantically rubbing her swollen clit until she came in quick, disappointing waves. It was never enough. Months ago, her husband had made sure of that. He’d discovered her small stash of toys and exploded. “What kind of wife needs that shit?” he’d yelled. “Are you saying I don’t satisfy you?”

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” “I know exactly what I’m saying.” He reached for me, his hand closing around my wrist. “Come here.” I tried to pull away. His grip tightened. “Jason, let go.” “Why?” He pulled me closer. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, thick and sour. “Why won’t you let me touch you? You’re my wife.” “You don’t want to touch me. Go and touch her instead." His eyes narrowed. “Her?” “Your freaking mistress.Get out of my room.”

He looked even hotter up close. “Good girl.” The small praise made my pussy clench. “Your father told me you’ve been out of control. Watching dirty videos. Touching yourself in the open like a slut. Is that true?” My face burned with shame, but hearing him say those words turned me on even more. I nodded slowly. “Use your words, Hilda.” “Yes… it’s true,” I admitted, my voice small. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His muscles flexed. “And you think that kind of behavior is okay for a twenty-year-old girl?”

"It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day. "She only quit that life after you took her in."