Mature Hot Wife Stories Novels & Stories

I read the text of the email, and the world seems to tilt on its axis. “Meet the real Violetta,” the message begins. It goes on to detail a sordid narrative I don't recognize. It claims that my divorce isn't a result of my husband’s betrayal, but my own. It says I have been in a long-term, clandestine relationship with the man in the photo. It claims I moved to this city not for a career, but to continue an affair that began months ago. It paints me as a calculated cheater who fled my home state to hide my infidelity while draining my husband’s assets.

"Did you think that you failed to qualify as the wife of the head of The Falcons only because you're naturally weak? "Truth be told, I was the one who made it such that you failed to qualify. Your hands shook, and you missed your targets during each physical training because I drugged you." "I made you weak, dull-witted, and vulnerable… All because I wanted Zachary to feel like you weren't good enough to him or worthy to be called the wife of their family's mafia boss." She patted my face gently as her eyes twinkled with glee. "It's such a pity that he still married you even though you're so weak that you failed their qualification tests three years in a row. That was really a surprise."

18++ story with violence, who can't handles emotional things don't read guys. *an advice with politeness* Nandini's pov It's been one month since he is using me as his toy. My willingness does not matter to him. Beating me with anything that came in his hand and torturing me is his favorite works. we got married but i have never imagined that my life be like this. My mother doesn't care about me and get me married to a man who is 8 years elder than me. Sometimes i feel pity on myself.

Logan held Megan’s hand to calm her down and turned towards the gossiping women. “Mrs. Smith, your son is a drug addict who is doing time for driving under the influence and endangering the lives of pedestrians. Did you not bribe the judge so that he could have a reduced sentence instead of serving ten years in jail?” “Miss Eunice, you are a kept mistress and the only reason why the man is with you is that you gave birth to his son. In fact, his wife is very ready to take the boy away from you just so that you stop pestering her husband”

"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

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.”

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.

“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?”