Mi Esposa Novels & Stories

My men parted as I walked inside, their faces grim, their silence speaking volumes. And then I saw her. Layla. My wife. My everything. The woman I vowed to protect on the altar. I fell to my knees.

The sound of her voice was enough to unravel the careful composure I had maintained for months. I closed the distance between us, careful, measured—but my restraint was fragile, and every second brought me closer to the edge. “Selene,” I said, my voice low, almost reverent, betraying more than it should. Her lips curved in a small, knowing smile. “You seem… distracted.” Distracted. She called it exactly what it was, yet made it sound like an accusation, a tease, a dare. I swallowed hard, fighting the heat rising in my chest. “I… am not distracted.”

No retreat, no surrender. "Why do you think so?" “Because she’s wearing a wedding ring. She's the only woman I've seen since I came here, and she acts as if she belongs here," I shrugged. "I assumed she was your wife." A quiet chuckle escaped him after staring at me for too long. “Marisela isn’t my wife," he said and I blinked. “She’s my stepmother.” My eyes grew wide. That was his stepmother? But she— "I thought—"

She hissed. I just hugged her and put my head around its neck and smelled it. I could hear her gasped. "Maru!" She called me. “Don’t be angry with me wife please. I can’t be still knowing that you are angry with me.” I said while I tighten my hug. “If you really can’t respect my friend then start to train yourself to sleep alone.” She said in a serious tone. My wife pushed me hard and got out of bed. She returned to our room and I followed her.

“Your husband must be treating you well. It’s clear he’s taking such good care of you.” Mrs. Diego’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She let out a small, airy laugh and waved her hand dismissively, though the pride in her expression was unmistakable. “Oh, you’re too kind,” she purred, her voice as smooth as silk. Her husband, sitting beside her, gave her a gentle pat on the back, his eyes crinkling with affection. She turned to him, her gaze softening as she batted her eyelashes, perfectly playing the part of the doting wife.

I can hardly believe it: Halle is my wife, my beautiful, sexy and strong wife. I have to wake her, though; we have numerous appointments and engagements to get through. We have to be seen together, we have to announce our marriage, her father’s death, our impending takeover and plan Jose’s funeral. "Despierta mi querida esposa! Es hora de mostrarle al mundo que eres mía!” (“Wake up, my darling wife, it’s time to show the world you are mine!”) I say to her after trying to nudge her awake without success.

They all invite me to shove myself back inside the woman I now get to call my wife. "Moglie." Wife. "Marito," husband she whispers back as my fingers trace down the lace in the back of her lingerie. "Non ti lascerò mai più andare via." I'll never let you go again. "Preferisco morire," I'd rather die, she reveals. My heart grows wide for her, opening to let her in as I kiss down her body, finding myself between her legs. She squirms, squealing my name as my tongue meets with the lips of her pussy.

I loved it when she did that…like I was hers to push around. “Thank you,” Gustavo said. “This is my wife, Maria. I’m sure you’ve met in the past, but it’s been a long time.” I shook hands with her mother, giving her a polite smile. “I remember you very well. Beautiful as ever.” She smiled back, the affection reaching her eyes. “Well, thank you.”

At that moment, the woman blurted out and replied, "No besh, I just miss my son." "Is it just your son or even your husband? I noticed that you looked at my boyfriend differently before, it's like you're thinking of something else. Tell me, you're my partner, what are you thinking this time?" Before the woman could answer, tears welled up in her eyes. At the same time there was a wailing with anguish. That friend of hers did not know how to settle down. So, she just took some water and gave it to drink. "Thank you besh..." Jane said while still crying.

We are both laying on the sofa. My eyes flutter from her question. "Well... I don't---" I hold up my thought. I can't be with her. She is already someone's wife and of all the people it's the actor that I loved so much. "No, I can't. No... Why did I allow this? This is a mistake." I flinch when she picked up a strand of my hair. "I'm sorry so sorry you have to be in this awkward situation... Since I'm a married woman." She finally broke the silence.