Mature Wife Novels & Stories

“He’s there,” the woman on the phone said. “I checked our records the moment you called. Thomas Whitmore. He’s been a resident here for sixty seven years. He’s eighty eight years old, and he’s sitting in the garden right now, by the river, the way he does most mornings.” Cloe gripped the phone tighter, watching Constance across the room, who had gone completely still, her whole body leaning toward the sound of the voice on speaker like she could pull the words closer just by wanting them enough.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

“Patronum Lanich, how can you do this? Well. What I meant is you can take the young one!” The bald man smiled wistfully, “Oh, I see. So you like the older one? This woman, although she is a middle-aged lady, she maintained her body well! She could be considered to be around thirty years old; only the word ‘charming’ can be used to describe her overall aura. Moreover, she’s the wife of an elder, I naturally like the challenge!” The middle-aged woman’s brows snapped together. With her teeth gritted, she bellowed, “Fine! I’ll go with you, but let my daughter go!”

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

She treated it like a treasure. I opened it and saw that it was a car key. “Hugh, our wedding anniversary is in a couple of days. This is your gift. Also, I want us to have another wedding and renew our vows that day.” I thought about a poem. “The spring comes not when I arrive. The spring blooms only when I leave.” I had never understood those lines until before that moment. ‘Why is it that only when you’ve given up, does the other person finally give you what you’ve been waiting for?’ I thought.