Mature Wife Novels & Stories

“When you have a wife like mine, you wake up feeling like this every day… or at least, you make sure you do.” Davis raised an eyebrow. “A wife like yours? Who brags about their wife in this day and age? Most men are trying to forget theirs exist.” The table erupted in deep, raspy laughter. "There is a difference between a wife and a wife... your wives have been modernized. Mine is traditional and submissive. That's a huge difference, dude. My wife knows her place. I could bring two girlfriends into my house, and she would serve us drinks." The three men blinked at me in awe.

When your son's bedtime stories came from mommy because daddy was always at another business dinner? "Ladies." I forced a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "If you'll excuse me, I have another appointment." "Of course! Don't let us keep you from that perfect life of yours!" Mrs. Whitmore's laugh tinkled like breaking champagne flutes. I made it to the elevator before the words really hit. Perfect life. They saw what I let them see. The authentic Sera Blackwood, wife of Jonathan Blackwood, old money, new success. Mother to Oliver, the sweetest eight year old who still believed in magic and happy endings. Part-time art authenticator who worked "for fun" because surely Jonathan pr

amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. I’m sorry about the way I ended things maybe I could have done things better. A part of me would always care for you.” Natasha stepped a step closer finally meeting his eyes. Then silence again. It was comfortable like a silence between two long-time friends. A slight cough brought them apart and their heads around. Rachel had heard everything. So this was the Natasha. She looked like she belonged to a magazine cover. She was tall with the most alluring brown eyes. Her wavy blonde hair rested beautifully on her shoulders. She was perfect. Natasha held out a hand to her. “Oh hi, I didn’t know you were here. I’m Natasha.” “Hey I

He finally answered. There’s nothing more than she’d want more. She is happily married. She has a loving husband and a great son, lives in a beautiful house, and has a fulfilling job that she wouldn’t exchange for the world. No one is perfect. Thus, no life is perfect too but her whole life has been bliss since she met Jack three years ago. “Mommy.” Elias was holding his stuffed toy. His hair was messy and he was trying to open his sleepy eyes. “Did Daddy leave already?”

I winked at our wife, leaning casually on the edge of the dresser to watch. Riko didn’t get a chance to greet us before our brother resumed, and any words or thoughts she may have had turned to moans and cries of pleasure. Poetry in motion. That’s what our wife is, especially during sex. We all know she gets embarrassed about the way her body’s changed since having the kids. To us, it just made her hotter. She is a total MILF, and only we get to fuck her. It didn’t take much longer for them to tumble over that edge, climaxing together.

The room erupted in laughter, a shared moment of joy and camaraderie among the staff. Ariana's smile widened upon hearing Mateo refer to her as his wife. It was a delightful surprise, surpassing her expectations of being called his girlfriend. The weight of the term 'wife' carried a deeper significance, making her feel cherished and loved. Her heart fluttered with joy and contentment as she looked at Mateo, her eyes shimmering with affection.

"It's been so long since I've enjoyed real sex, sir, I'd like to stretch it out. I'll go one at a time, please." "You've all experienced her mouth. She's been married for twenty-five years, though essentially sexless for the last five. She says her husband has used all three of her holes and she'll happily perform in whatever capacity she's bid upon. For her cunt, what's my first bid?" "Twenty," Jerry said. "Twenty-five," Master responded. "Thirty," Chen said. "I appreciate a mature woman who knows what she's doing." "Thirty-five," Master replied. "Forty," Jerry said, grinning.

We fuck for hours in the evenings as soon as her Husband leaves for work and on his very own Bed. If you saw what this mature Women looked like you would fuck the living shit out of her to everyday and for hours on end like I do.She has dish water Wavy Blonde hair to the middle of her back, stands at 5'4 and weighs 125 Lbs.' With beautiful Brown eyes.

I chuckled as I felt dazed by how my wife acting today. Damn, my wife was intimidated by Roselle's presence and flirty attitude. I felt as if she matured for two years level. She was challenged, the situation naturally made her matured using her brain worked hard to come up with ideas, analysis, and strategy to guard me against Roselle's actions.

“Please. Isn’t she too old for him?” “Exactly,” Martha said eagerly. “That is the part that makes it weird. She is what— mid-thirties? And he is still in his prime. Young. Successful.” “And she has a kid,” the other added. “Right?” “Yes,” Martha said. “A whole child. With her allegedly ex-husband,” she made a face. They shook their heads in shared disapproval. “Well, I heard he asked her out,” one of them whispered. Martha’s eyes lit up.