My Two Wife Novels & Stories

I have a wife. My wife found herself a wife. And I found myself a husband. It sounds messy on paper. In practice it was simple: my wife’s wife and my husband were not a couple. They belonged to us. Ours to fuck, to please, to use whenever the hunger hit. Until the night my husband looked at me and said he needed to put his cock in a pussy again… he was done with just my ass. I wasn’t about to let him hunt for it elsewhere.

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

“My lawyer is outside. I told him I wanted to talk to you alone because I want to settle this amicably. I’m trying here, Jack, so don’t fight with me and I would appreciate it if you would just cooperate with me.” “What do you want me to do to fix this, Hyacinth? Because I’m honestly confused about everything. You say you’re not my wife and then you also say you are not filing divorce. How is this supposed to work? Because, I want to fix this. I promise you-” “The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?”

I rose to my feet and walked over to the window. This is causing a lot of problems for my wife. Regardless of whether the marriage was loveless, my wife does not deserve to be escorted from her room by my ex-wife. What is this woman doing in my house in the first place? This is the worst thing that can happen to a man, two women living under the same roof. Claudia was once fuckable, while Camille is someone I lust after with all my heart, but I can’t fuck her. I drew my gaze at my wife while I was gently caressing my temples. I know I need to tell my wife what’s going on so she can understand why I’m doing this. She is far too young for this nonsense, and I am unworthy of her. I went back to

"He lost his two wives? But the woman…" "The woman of twenty-eight clinging on his arms like a monkey? That's his third wife!" Ritian doesn't like that kind of set-up for women in this place. It's awful and oppressive. "Can women have two husbands?" "If she has the money." She gave him a lopsided smile. "If I had money, I'll get as many as I can so I don't have to bend my back to get something from the floor." Ritian covered his mouth and pointed at her. "Woman, that's a gangster move."

Mary, taken aback, couldn't fathom why a simple touch triggered such a strong reaction. "Why can't I touch you when I'm your wife?" Mary demanded, her frustration apparent in her tone. Daniel sighed, as if weary of repeating himself. "I told you, marriage is for namesake. You're just a wife in name, you don't have to act as my real wife." Unsatisfied, Mary pressed on, "So what? I'm still your wife, does it matter whether I'm a real wife or wife in papers." Daniel's response was blunt and to the point. "I already told you, I hate clingy women, I seriously despise the women who are clingy to me."

"Jacob, she's our daughter. Our daughter, who defied the odds and brought us together once more. She is the living embodiment of our love and the legacy of your late wife." Jacob, his voice choked with emotion, nodded, his heart bursting with a complex blend of joy and sorrow. "I never thought I would have a chance to see a part of my wife again, to witness her spirit carried on in our daughter. It's bittersweet, Sean, but I am grateful beyond words."

However, Carmine just uses the situation to her advantage, her tears spilling over her beautiful face, giving her the appearance of a fallen angel. I try to fix the situation. We don't want to attract attention to ourselves. I give the woman a reluctant smile, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.” The next words that come out of my mouth feel disgusting but I have no choice. “I am his second wife.” I do know that powerful humans do tend to take two or three wives. It is testament to their wealth. I hope that this is a practiced thing in this village. I see understanding dawn on the woman’s face. She doesn’t look very pleased and her voice is stiff, “I see.”

Being the second wife of my own boss, and the two of us had spent a hot night together as a married couple. However, I myself am not sure how long I will last in a position like this? This feeling, the foreign feeling that I have when I'm with Daniel Noel now is different, not like before when I knew him for three years I was together and dedicated to working with him. I'm afraid if I fall in love with my own husband now. I'm afraid that the different feelings I feel when I'm with Daniel are feelings of love. Daniel Noel is not mine, we both got married only because circumstances forced us to get married, and Daniel himself said many times if he loved his wife very much, I really know that b

“Thomas, did you know why I agreed to hold the wedding with Alex? That’s because you’ve always been a pushover like you are now! You never act like a man! You always chose to back off during work and has never surpassed Alex! Even after work you act the same way. You never dared to anger me and even took the initiative to move out of your own house! You’re just a coward!” Before she could finish speaking, a lazy woman’s voice sounded at the door. “Thomas, are you done packing yet? The MPV’s still waiting outside!”