My Chubby Wife Novels & Stories

“Hehe, don’t mind me, guys. My name’s Channing. I was just having dinner with some friends over there. We had a few drinks, and I went a little too far and said that I could hold your wife's hand just to show off in front of them. “But don’t worry, I’m only going to hold your wife’s hand. I promise I won’t do anything over the line. It’s mainly because I just had to inflate my own ego. I noticed how beautiful your wife is, so I’m sure my friends will be in awe of me if I really do hold her hand.

“You don't have to be ashamed, we're married. My sister's just jealous. You know, single..I love you, wife.” “I love you too, hubby…” ********

A guy came shoving me away, and before I could control it, my fist connected with his nose. My wife screamed a song without any care in the world, not knowing that people are taking pleasure in her vulnerability. I grabbed her legs and, without any warning, hoisted her on my shoulder. Of course she whined, but then I heard her giggle while everyone looked at us. The music completely stopped. Every eye turned on us. How can not a single person stop this cruelty, and how can my wife be so dumb? “My husband… he is my hubby,” she screamed excitedly, like a child getting candy. But something bloomed inside me. She didn’t even see me, yet she knows it’s me.

“Xin Er. It's a beautiful name. Rest well. My husband went out but he'll soon be back. He was the one who saw you passed out on the street.” “Ah, I…” “You should rest. He will come over once he returns from work.” “Thank you so much, Mrs Mo. I appreciate it” “No..no problem. I’ll go now.” Twenty minutes later, she was sitting on a sofa in the living room with the television turned on after being persuaded by Mrs Mo. It was at this moment, she could look around the house. It was a fairly good modern apartment compared to the dilapidated house she had lived with her mother. Moreover, it had an homely feeling. A woman scarf was hanging on the armrest. A man's shoe was lying side by side in a co

He was blessed with a beautiful wife, two amazing children, and loyal staff who would follow him to the ends of the earth. What more could he ask for? All that was left was for his wife to have more time for the family. He didn’t mean it in any selfish way, but she was always busy as a bee. Chadwick moved closer and could hear his wife's conversation with a young woman who was generous with her compliments. Ashanti wore a satisfied smile and gave the same generic answer whenever they asked the source of her inspiration. “If I can do it, so can you,” she answered her admirer.

She looked sexy with her voluptuous breasts when she walked over to Chase to berate him. "What? My wife? I'm only ten. Why would I have a wife?" Chase was astonished. His mind went blank as he stared at Myra's body. Having a wife might not be so bad, after all. "Stop it!" Myra grabbed Chase's ear. "Ow! Please don't. I was wrong. It hurts. Please let go, pretty wifey!" Chase had only just started cultivating, but Myra had been cultivating for a long time, and she was more powerful than he was. All Chase could do was beg for mercy.

I gasp and use my hand to close my mouth How could I say that! He chuckle Even his laugh is like music to my ears "And so are you my lady" he held my hand and kiss it My face is probably as red as a tomato "What is my lady's name?" "Cheryl" His smiled dropped "Asher's newly wedded wife?" I frown, remembering I'm married but the marriage is nothing, I am going to do everything I can to come out of this stupid marriage and besides my husband is stupid and will never be able to be a man so I can look at someone else

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

Not tear her down out of petty envy. Adrian let out a quiet sigh, subtle enough not to draw attention, as he continued munching on his chicken wings. “He’s such a busy person. He would have been here if he didn’t have work,” Ruth—Ashley’s mother—chimed in. Natasha smiled warmly, reaching over to pat Layla’s hand. “I would love to meet him. She got married without even telling me… it’s only fair we do. She’s such a sweet girl.” Ashley smiled too, her expression gentle as the attention gradually shifted away from her. The whispers about her husband slowly died down, fading into the background.

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.