Mature Wife Novels & Stories

So I can't really imagine why is she like this to me now. I came home tired not from work but from thinking. I immediately went to Mara in our daughter’s room. I saw my wife's back standing in baby Tanya's crib. I wen to her and hug her from behind. This is what I need after all the stressful thinking. She caress my face. "My husband looks very tired." I was happy by the tenderness of her voice. My husband My husband My husband It was nice to hear my wife say that over and over again.

She staggered back a couple of steps while staring at the vicious man in disbelief. Memories from the past year flashed frantically through her mind. Javor had time and again “accidentally” spoken of Efim’s coldness and unfeeling nature in front of her. He had repeatedly used the excuse of “a senior helping a junior” to drive a wedge between her and her husband. Also, she had chosen time and again to believe this “innocent and hardworking” junior. She even went so far as to trample on Efim’s sincerity and dignity repeatedly.

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

She spent most of her time in bars and with young men. I could not take it anymore, so I chose to give in. I went to therapy for three months. With the therapist’s help, I became more gentle. Bella was patient with me. On our wedding anniversary, I saw Carlson again. He was lying naked in bed with Bella. “Bella, do you like me or Pete more?” “Pete’s getting boring. He only lasts a few seconds in bed, unlike you. You’re so strong.” I heard their lustful moans.

She completely forgets the fact that the woman could actually be old enough to be her mother. "Yeah, I'm 49. But that doesn't give you the right to fool around with my husband; he's married, for God's sake. I knew you were going to act tough, so I came fully prepared. When I approached, I wanted to go easy on you, but then I realized you just have a bitchy mom. I guess the word is like when they said your mom has slept with literally all the men in the country! You're not different from her." Marie giggles.

“You see my husband, my mate, he had a terrible gambling problem. He could never fight his wolf’s urges, always chasing that magic win to make everything okay.” I held her hand in mine, her wrinkled, darker skin in contrast to my soft pale hands. Even though I had been brought up in a village and had known hard work, poor Martha’s hands had known ten times more. She must be approaching fifty yet her face was weathered and downtrodden as one twenty years older.

“Do you cook? Clean? Or are you just... decorative?” I let my smile widen. “I do it all. You know, real wives tend to.” Jason’s hand slipped under the table and squeezed my thigh—softly, a silent warning. Don’t take the bait. Too late. “Is that how you define being a wife?” his mother asked, arching a brow. “Because marriage is more than pretending. It’s duty. Discipline. Dignity.” “I agree,” I said calmly. “Which is why I take this seriously. I may not come from your world, but I have something else—grit. I don’t back down easily.”

That meant her spouse Gary was thirty-three and he did his best to look a bit older by wearing a moustache that really didn't suit him at all. The observant reluctant vampire was taking unnecessary tennis lessons from the husband Gary and she could not miss the fact that Marge was always watching them carefully from the stands. It was easy to see that the attractive mature woman was concerned her younger husband would eventually find an even younger substitute for her before he entered into that magical mid-life crisis when young pussy was too much of a temptation for most married men even those with wives their own age or slightly younger.

It seemed like something Chris had vaguely heard of. "What makes you better than a young woman then?" Chris asked. "Well, I'm more mature and sensible. Look at young girls—they want to break up if they're unhappy for a moment and throw tantrums. Mature women are more tender and considerate. Having experienced marriage and emotions, they understand the difficulties of relationships. They use a more tolerant and accommodating attitude to maintain relationships and work harder to manage them." Chris raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" Paige nodded. "I'm sure."

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."