My Hot Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Alice, listening on Wayne’s other side, was wearing a disbelieving expression. Jarred moved next to Alice. “There are a lot of rumors going around about this guy. Some says he’s imprisoned his wife at home so she can’t cheat on him. Or that his marriage was fake and he doesn’t actually love the woman. It’s all for show. Wayne Anderson’s married but not many people know who his wife is, what she looks like, what she does… So many stories have cropped up. But don’t believe any of those. This guy’s head over heels about his wife. But I guess it’s true he’s afraid someone will try to take her away from him.”

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

"Go... continue your... I mean your friend's story." I sighed and I continue the story. "When she woke up and realize everything that happened, she decided to forget everything and just continue with her plans. She will just quietly solve her stupid mistakes when the time comes. But then she met the guy again and that guy keeps on calling her wife and acting like a real husband." "Well, technically he is the real husband of your friend." Mara butted in. "Yes. But it only happen because my friend is drunk and she is not in her right mind to make a decision."

I could see her eyes that seemed to be looking at me with pity. I nodded my head and tried to keep smiling. I didn't want to look weak in front of everyone without exception. "Since when did he have another woman? Why didn't you tell me, Addy?" I let out a tired sigh and shrugged. Shofia was my friend, but I wasn't open about my husband. "Damn him! You deserve a divorce if he still has that woman, Addy. You should leave him, don't let him keep your marriage. You know, men who cheat are forever like that. They hardly change."

Every month a cycle of hope and heartbreak, every night a reminder of failure, every embrace a duty more than a desire. Still, she forced a small nod. “I know.” He reached for her hand under the blanket, his grip warm, searching. “Let’s not give up. God’s timing is perfect, Emelia. We have to keep believing.” She swallowed hard, unable to find words. His faith was unwavering, his heart good. And yet, in the pit of her soul, she knew belief wasn’t her problem. It was desire. Because even now, as her husband pleaded for closeness, her thoughts were elsewhere—drawn to another man who had no right to occupy her.

Jayden continued. "That’s just lust, Jayden, but it means nothing because I feel that for my husband too," I argued. "The same way? With the same intensity?" Jayden challenged. "Even more!" I asserted. He lowered his head. "So it's better with him?" Jayden asked. "Of course it is! There’s no comparison, Jayden. Daon and I are a couple; we have intimacy, feelings, a history. With you, I have two bathroom hook-ups at clubs that meant nothing!" I exclaimed.

I have been working on creating a hot wife website to make lots of money from p**n. I also have two beautiful sisters, Myra and Cameron. Myra just turned twenty and Cameron is eighteen and will graduate high school this year. Myra is in college. She has developed into a very voluptuous young woman and Cameron is quickly getting there. Myra is more outgoing than Cameron. When Myra is home, I lustfully look at her and think whoever is fucking my sister is damn lucky. I know I shouldn't think this way, but I know I would bang Myra if I had the chance. Cameron is more the inward type but very developing into a beautiful woman. She won't go out dressed like this but at home she wears tight short

Jackie was a white woman married for ten years. She was married when she was eighteen years old. Therefore, her husband was the first man to sleep with her. Even though she was happy in her marriage, she had a weakness towards huge black dicks. She was spending several hours daily on the web reading stories and watching pictures about huge black dicks making love to white married women. Every time, she got finished reading and looking to p**n stories and pictures, she was feeling so horny that she could not hold to finger her pussy and dream of a huge black dick inside her.

She said in an exaggerated tone. I laugh at her reaction. “Go! Laugh at me!” She pouted her lips. I rolled my eyes. “Just continue your story.” "Hmph! As what I am saying, your husband rejected me because as per him he’s already in love with someone else.” I raised my brow. She grin. “You will like what will I tell you. You don’t need to raise your brow.” I smiled at her. "Tsk. Obviously he is referring to you!” Then she pointed her finger on me.

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.