Mature Wife Novels & Stories

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

Max motions in front of us. I turn my head and gasp. The house is stone and brick. “That’s our home?” I questioned. “I thought you said the outside needed updating? It looks fine to me.” Max squeezes my hand, “I’m trying to impress you. Do you think I was going to let you see our new home while it was crumbling?” “I’m already your wife. Why do you want to impress me?” Max blushes, “Grampa once told me that if a day comes when he stops trying to impress Gramma, he deserves to lose her. When you love someone, it is important that you show it or you can take it for granted.”

A gay chat room encounter becomes reality. Enjoy.. ****** I'm an average guy in every sense of the word. I married my high school sweetheart right after college, got a job that I've kept since graduation, have two great, grown children, and have a house in a suburban subdivision. Life has been good to me. I'm now middle-aged in my late forties and my wife is going through menopause which has had a negative effect on our sex life. I thought after the kids went away to college, my wife and I could refresh our love life but that hasn't happened. She's a wonderful woman and I'd never think of cheating on her with another woman. She will accommodate me with an occasional fuck but it's not what it

If you called her a cougar or whatever hot-to-trot name the kids had come up with these days, Marie was liable to curse you out. She was anything but anybody’s cradle robber. Marie was simply Marie, an older woman who happened to be married to a younger man, and who happened to still have the goods to keep his eyes right square on her. Marie wasn’t like other women her age. Not like the ones who had settled into the grandmotherly role, and not like the ones who acted too much like their own children.

I don't want to believe as it and I'll never believe it that Mara, the wife I dot on could go and do such dirty things. My wife is an obedient and submissive, she is gentle, she doesn't talk much, whenever I talk she never talks back and she never look at me directly in my eyes, she always bows her head. I came back from jogging, and met my little wife swaying along with the scent that was coming from the bath. I stood at the doorpost admiring the kind luck I had of having such a wife when she looked back at me sharply. "Hubby.....t..the bath is ready" she stuttered.

How could she not be nervous. The family of four entered the old house. In the living room of the old house, the old master was sitting on the sofa drinking tea. On his left, there was a middle-aged couple sitting on the sofa. They seemed to be Matthew's parents. At this time, the middle-aged woman was complaining, "When Beau got married, he didn't bring his wife back to see us. He simply doesn't respect us." "Now that he has something to announce, we have to obediently put aside the pre-arranged things and wait for him here!"

Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.

Sophia smiled again, " too big? Because of her stature? She is just eighteen years old" The frown was still on her mother's face as she replied, " eighteen years old is big, you can't call her a child, she is old enough to bring trouble into your home, I don't think she is what you need this time" Lara and Sophia laughed, "she stays with me, I can handle her very well" she assured her mother without hesitation. Lara interjected, " I think what mother is talking in relation to your husband, a wife has to know what she is doing, as some husbands have affairs with their maids, it's like a curse which they cannot resist".

He hardly spoke to his wife throughout the day because she was always running around the house with Zara—the little kid moved from one corner of the house to another, carrying her play-toys around with Doris following her like a puppy on a leash. Doris stood by the gridiron positioned towards the end of the building, but closer to the fence. She didn't like the idea of being alone with Matt, in addition to being a sore loser when it came to culinary skills. He was going to know just how bad she was at cooking and would start having questions because, her sister—his actual wife; was a better cook. Alfred clapped his hands together again, instructing them to get started on their roles. Matthew