Mature Wife Novels & Stories

I raise a brow at her, watching her face morph into one of anger. “He loves me, provides for me, stays with me, never argues with me, we are happy and you will watch us become a family soon, and what will you be? A wretched old wife stuck in some lonely mansion who can't provide her husband with a kid because he can't even stand the sight of seeing her naked” she says boldly, her eyes wide and convincing

"I can't say that I really regret anything that's happened. Step by step it's been unbelievably exciting. Let me explain what happened. I am in my late forties and Alexis, my wife of 18 years marriage, is the same age. She is tall, fairly slim, with brown eyes and hair, smallish breasts, and with lots of light brown pubic hair. Our sex life has been drab to say the least and as our sex has dropped off, I've tried to find new ways to excite her. I have never been adulterous and, to my knowlege, nor has she, although there have been times when she's disappeared for hours on end, seen movies 'by

He spoke calmly. Unfortunately, under the bad influence of other people, Old Madam Nates first impression of his wife had already left its mark and was impossible to be altered anymore. She sneered, "You should call her and ask her to come over now! I need to teach her how to behave like a wife!" Seeing that Old Madam Nates was furious, Nathan quickly replied, "Grandma, you know I am kind of famous now. That's why my wife's identity cannot be disclosed for the time being. I'm afraid that..."

"26 actually and no. I don't think I'm that young to be the mother to my children as I can see you are young enough to be the mother of yours." "Trust me, Zara. Being young is further away from my actual age right now. Nevertheless, it must be hard to lose your husband, isn't it? I mean, what do you expect? It's normal for people at the age of 60 or 70 to get a heart attack. They are, I mean, old don't you think? You actually didn't speak to me as a woman who like really mature man." Adam and his children turns toward Nika frowning.

"You are perfect to me, Katara. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, supporting you, and cherishing every moment we have together. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Katara's heart swelled with emotion as she looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of his love and commitment. In that moment, she knew that she wanted nothing more than to share her life with this incredible man who had come into her world and changed it so profoundly. With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Sean. Yes, I will marry you."

It was beyond unbelievable that such a she-wolf like her actually existed, and unfortunately, it’s my wife that I must deal with every single day. “Are you hearing yourself? I would never stand with your immaturity. I am not like you; I know how to act appropriately and accordingly. I don’t know how your mother raised you, but you certainly don’t act like a proper she-wolf that belongs to high society. What a shame.” Maddie scoffed and started chuckling, and I began to wonder about her bizarre reaction. I stared at Maddie, trying to comprehend her demeanor. And then, Maddie stated,

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

I am done with married women. The End

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

Just Andrea. Not the wife. Not the architect. Not the woman who always smiled. Just the woman who waited. And was slowly growing tired of waiting.