Mature Wife Shared Novels & Stories

"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 "Frankly, she's been withdrawn.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.

After that we decided to go swimming and do some activities offered on the island. We went back to our room feeling exhausted. We just cuddle. We're too tired to do some other naughty things. We decided to watch a movie while cuddling. "I want to see you wife like that." Maru said. "What?" "Like the girl in that movie, get jealous and be possessive." “Weren’t you feel like your being choked?”

Lust laces his words. I’m sure he must be hard now thinking of fucking Vera. Well, sorry to burst your bubble I won’t let that fucking happen. He speaks again, this time…his voice is gruff. “I bet she’s of age. I don’t mind sharing her with my wife.” He tells me. My eyes drop wide open at his words. He shares women with his wife? What kinda couple are they? Oh, now I remember, I heard when that fucking horny yoga instructor was fucking Anita in the bathroom at the gym.

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.

Shaw! [He’s not good enough for you!] The commotion from the audience grew louder and louder. “Is this what Amaya is really like behind the scenes?” “She’s this ruthless with her own sick husband?” “Her heart must’ve already wandered to that junior!” Amaya’s face went pale as she pointed at the screen and screamed, “Efim, you’re so shameless! How dare you secretly record our private conversations?!” I ignored her and used the remote to switch to the next clip.

Their daughter, Lila, had grown up laughing, her eyes bright, her smile untouched by the darkness that once stalked their family. From the outside, the Reeds were untouchable. Successful. Respected. A power couple draped in triumph. But behind the photographs and the speeches, their marriage had changed. Their love had once been wild, desperate, like fire in a storm. Every kiss had been stolen, every touch had carried the risk of being their last. Now their love was softer, safer. And Bella, though she would never dare say it out loud, sometimes missed the spark. She missed the sharp edge of passion that once made her heart stop.

I watched the recording, fists clenched so tight my fingers went white. So Grandpa knew. He knew the whole time. And she let him find out something that dirty. Then why didn't he tell me? The guy swallowed hard. "Ms. Sweeney wasn't scared. She snapped, 'You old bastard, your grandson can't even have kids, and you won't let me borrow one?' Then she said, 'Be smart. Right now, only I know. Expose this, and everyone will know your grandson can't give you a great-grandchild.'

We held a grand wedding that was widely reported in the news. “I finally managed to catch up to you.” We kissed on the tallest building and welcomed our new married life. After that, I spent most of my time on my research. After my research passed the first round of clinical trials, I was stoked to share the good news with her. But then, I saw her sleeping with her assistant.

Elena's question caught the attention of everyone sitting around table number 12. "Elena," Theresia growled, throwing a jab at Elena. The woman shrugged with an innocent face. "I need a portion of food for me and the child in my stomach. So... it's only natural that I need more portions than before." Jonathan, who was embarrassed by his wife's behavior, just snorted while shaking his head. Bryan's handholding didn't make him turn his head or lessen his embarrassment in the slightest. "Let's face it, Jo, your wife is pregnant," Bryan muttered, looking down at Jonathan's face.

“You can pick it all, I’m not contributing any money to the house. It should be everything you want.” “You do most of the cooking. Wouldn’t it make sense for you to have the kitchen how you want it. You can have it the exact way you want it. Money doesn’t matter. Stop being concerned about it.” I feel his arms wrap around my waist. “That is as much as your house as it is mine. You are my wife, we share everything. You contributing money means nothing. You contribute in other ways. You made this place feel like home. When I’m here alone, I hate it now. At one time that is all I wanted, but not now. Now I want my wife home with me.” Max and I make love in he tub, then get out and he reads the