My Gorgeous Wife Novels & Stories

I have lived this long without being a wolf and I can survive a bit longer without it. We head back towards the party and I see my beautiful wife standing beside my great uncle Zachary, talking quietly. I grin at the word wife, feeling a rush of happiness and love. She is my wife. My mate. I move across the room, through the milling crowd of people to get to her. Coming up behind her I slip my arms around her waist and whisper in her ear. “Want to get out of here, wife?” She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. “Yes!”

We have been so preoccupied that I didn’t notice how amazing my wife looks now. “When did you get so beautiful, wifey?” “I have always been pretty” she responds with an eye roll, “I know babe” I pull her in again, our faces only an inch apart and how I want to claim these rosy lips of her and make her mine again. “You just look so beautiful tonight that I am unable to take my eyes off of you, princess”

She laughed "Is a wife not allowed to do something nice for her husband on a whim? You've been so stressed this month, I felt like you deserved a nice dinner" Like I just got done saying, she's an incredible woman. Acknowledging that to myself, I leaned in and kissed her deeply. After a great meal and what most would consider too much wine for a weeknight, we headed upstairs. In no time flat we were naked and pawing at each other. For some reason, tonight more than most nights - I noted how beautiful my wife was. As I gently thrust my six inches into her I noticed her large tits swaying erotically atop her chest. I reached down and clutched her hips, more quickly pumping myself in and out of

I say, laughing at the end, and Mel finds it amusing too. It's simple. Now I'm your owner, and that's it. And woe betide you if you say otherwise. My wife is amazing. In addition to being incredibly attractive, she's also very assertive, and I love that. A woman with personality, she had to be my Melissa. Who am I to say otherwise? You're absolutely right, and I'm yours, period, my beautiful wife. I say that and give her a kiss on the forehead. She seems very pleased with what I just said.

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

she teases, her laughter infectious. I playfully narrow my eyes at her, attempting to salvage my pride. "Uh, well, Colin usually fixes it for me." Fiona steps closer, still chuckling, and I can't help but be captivated by the way her laughter fills the room. She expertly untangles the mess I've made, her fingers working with grace. All the while, I find myself staring at her, admiring the effortless beauty that is my wife. It’s been a few days since we got back together and still, every single day, her presence awes me like she’s here for the first time.

Nicklaus could only nod in approval as his heart leapt within him, thankful that she was willing to present that stunning smile to him. How could he not love this woman more? His wife was so beautiful. Her current appearance was hell sexy, her golden hair and golden eyes, with her charming smile on her now round face was heavenly making him hard. If it was not for the urgency of the matter he would love to pin her down and make her moan all night.

All I remembered and cared about right now was her and that melodious laugh of hers. Grabbing her waist I pulled her up before spinning her around laughing along with her. Finally, I let my eyes fall over her smiling face and I couldn't help but let my breathing be taken away by how beautiful she looked. Cupping her cheek I leaned down making my wife look at me with the same intensity. "You're breathtakingly gorgeous," She smiled palming her jaw. "And you're breath-stoppingly ugly," I chuckled at her words. Leaning forward I diminished the distance between our faces and let my lips once again devour hers. And well don't blame me, I couldn't stop there.

Grayson I opened my eyes the morning after our wedding and just stared at the beautiful woman sleeping next to me. She was my wife. My wife! I got another goofy grin on my face and reached out to caress her cheek. She smiled in her sleep and I sat up to look at her. Gods, she was gorgeous. Her curls were wild and loose, and I knew she was naked under that blanket. She was mine, and I couldn’t have been happier. She opened her beautiful green eyes and smiled at me. “Good morning, husband.”

His gaze had already unsettled her back in the studio, and now that they were outside, it was even more obvious. With eyes that heated, it was impossible for her to ignore. Lucas, unbothered, replied simply, “Because you’re beautiful. And besides, I’m only looking at my own wife.” Aurora teased softly, “Don’t you ever get tired of looking at me?” Lucas countered, “How could I? You’re my wife, my rose that I’ve nurtured with care. All it proves is that I know how to keep a flower alive.” “There’s a saying—‘A wife’s beauty is a husband’s pride.’”