My Hot Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Like a madman, he began spewing their secrets: "Nothing? Ashley, have you forgotten what you told me? You said Nick was a useless burden, that only with me could you truly be happy! You promised me to get rid of him with half of your assets after the IPO of the company!" "Shut your mouth!" Ashley’s eyes blazed with a fire. She whirled around, screaming at him, "You're nothing but my pet! One word from me, and I can have you buried!" The bar erupted. The livestream comments and hushed whispers exploded into a roaring inferno of contempt, threatening to consume Ashley entirely. [So the side piece beats up the husband and father-in-law, and she defends HIM? My mind is blown!] [Let me summarize:

"You don't know what kind of woman you are married to Mr Goenka. You will do the same when I...' Samanvay's face twisted bitterly and eyes hardened in pure rage as he raised his hand to stop her. "I will never ever raise my hand on my Queen, Mrs Oberoi. That's just not my style. I would rather kill myself before hurting My Queen. Also, My wife doesn't need another slave to sate her sexual needs when She already has one," he said in his thick British accent, raising his brows and pointing a finger at himself. "I don't know about your husband but I am man enough to satisfy my wife thoroughly. We have a wild sex life and she is happy with it. " Manya snapped her head to Samanvay. Shocked, "You

Sydney, Australia. The city glittered beneath the evening sky. Inside a modern apartment overlooking the harbor, Stephen Wao stared at his phone. It had rung seventeen times in the last three hours. Colleagues. Relatives. Former friends. Even people he hadn't spoken to in years. The latest message flashed across the screen. IS IT TRUE YOUR WIFE IS CONNECTED TO THE NAKURU CASE? Stephen closed his eyes. Slowly. Painfully. For twenty-six years, he and Mercy had lived with secrets.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Jennifer asked, "That one you sent me, where the wife goes back to college and can't control herself. That was hot. But I'm kind of surprised you liked it?" "Standard disclaimers," I said, simply. "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just figured that would be kind of a trigger for you. After everything with Beth and all." "Yes, sometimes those stories bother me," I said, "But I don't know. A lot of times, I don't see myself as the husband, but the guy she's cheating with. I guess it's cathartic in some way. And, I don't know, sometimes I like the stories that make me uncomfortable. Like, that almost makes it hotter."

Miss Hilda, what do you have to say? Hilda answered, "No one introduced me to my husband. We knew each other before getting married. There is no such thing as women trafficking. I have a good relationship with my husband and we are happy together. He doesn't torture me at all. On the contrary, my husband is even paying for my every need."

Tyler answered in a cocky manner thinking he finally got Adrian. "She's my Wife" Adrian dropped the bumshell, and watched him confused. "What!!!!" Tyler couldn't help but exclaim, they were married already. "Yeah, and you should be expecting a God Son soon" Adrian said and winked at the confused Tyler, before looking back at Lillian who was laughing at their banter. Her smile looks so genuine, he could tell she was really happy to see Tyler.

“I met this girl. I should have known better than to get my hopes up about it. She fucking approached me. Pussy was good—a very good fuck. Maybe I fell for the pussy after all, because if I hadn’t been thinking with my dick, I couldn’t have married her.” “Damn, I’m also starting to question whether I liked that woman or the pussy, and it’s driving me crazy. That thing between women’s legs can kill the whole nation, bro. It’s potent and potentially hazardous; I mean, just look at me. I swore not to fuck that prima donna wife of mine, but even when I hate her so much if I find her legs wide open, I enter and fuck.” “Primadonna’s wife?” Both men laughed, and Chris said, “I was telling you my st

he said and snapped his fingers " ok what?" in a millisecond I am back in the room I woke up before and I am all alone " fucking bloody duck, was it illusion or a dream just now " no my lips are swollen and I could still smell the fishy smell in my mouth " it's not a dream, not a book and it's raining husband here. please don't let another husband pop up in my life" i smack my head, nothing is making sense " I am in somebody else's body for real and I am a strange ancient queen who is fucking three husbands everyday! Great just great"

“It’s me. I’m your husband, and you’re married to me. I’m your husband, and nothing can change that. Not even your forgotten memories.” Tears welled in her eyes as she met his gaze. “If you’re my husband, then why did you abandon me? Why didn’t you tell me right away?” His eyes became cold and distant. “I’ve been asking the same thing. If you’re my wife, why did you deceive me?” Her eyes widened. “W-what?” “If you’re my wife, why didn’t you even try to love me? Why did you pretend to be happy with our marriage? Why did you choose someone else over me?”