My Two Wives Novels & Stories

I heard Chris warning them on the table as I was playing with Liam. “No one, and I mean no one, should ever pose stupid questions to my wife again. Is that clear? You idiots can’t even keep your useless wives under control. My wife is ten times smarter than these fools you call wives. You’ll never be able to compare my wife to these cretins. Get your wives under control, fools.” Nothing was mentioned. Another lady was approaching me. “Hi,” she stated. “Hi.”

Thomas pulls some papers out of the folder, “I have the contract here. As you can see, Maxwell signed his. The contract explains that in the case of abuse or infidelity that you are allowed to file without penalties. In two years, if you have no feelings for my son, you are welcome to divorce him without penalties and I will continue to fund your father’s care. If you divorce him before the two-year mark, then you pay back everything that was invested plus penalty fees. You won’t be entitled to any assets until five years of marriage. If he files for divorce before the two years, then you are not liable.” My mind is racing with different thoughts. I pick up the contract and begin to scan thr

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.

The baby ultimately died. The public was outraged. [I guess the mistress’ pet dog matters more than the poor mother and child to these brothers.] [I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t understand Austin and Aaron’s behavior.] [The brothers fell in love with the same woman. Their wives are the ones suffering.] [Kirsty claims to help strays while abusing them in secret. She’s one to screw with the wives and upset them into early labor. The bitch deserves to die.] [Kirsty is after married men, and not just one. She has her sights on a pair of brothers. She should be ashamed of herself.]

It gave Jennifer an uneasy feeling and caused her to lower her eyes. "Yes, I am." "I am Nicholas. The eldest of all. And this is my wife, Susan." He turned to his wife. "This is Jennifer, Elijah's new wife." Susan smiled and hugged her warmly, before taking her seat. The second brother had a completely different vibe, however. And his wife too. She looked spectacularly rich, and had a condescending look. "What is your name?" She asked, even before they did the normal introductions. "Jennifer." She answered quickly, her eyes on her threatening to throw her over the edge.

Gerald asked bewildered. "I heard you intend to follow in my footsteps. You plan to have two wives at the same time," he continued. "But, Ge, as a man with two wives, I suggest you really do it. I see Shelma as a smart woman. She can help you advance your company, just like I made Lunara work in my company. And you can make Ariana, your wife, the woman you love. Just like I love my second wife, Tanisha. Isn't that right?" Sheraz now glanced at the silent woman. The remnants of her arrogance turned into embarrassment.

Big Drive questioned, at the mention of that, my head whipped to his direction, turning my murderous glare at him, my lips pursed while I contemplated if these two men were still loyal to me or if they had submitted their pledge to my wife. “Wait, what? You both are accusing me? Who are you two? I thought I was supposed to be in the car with two of my most trusted men, now you are choosing my wife over me, are you both forgetting that women are naturally problematic? Well, how would you both know when you don’t have a woman in your life? Wait till you get one, that is when you both would understand. I don’t even know what my offence is, and if I tell you that on a scale of 10, she is 9 or 9.

“Only pure spirits were kept track of. But I bet you someone like her must have kept a record of herself,” A soft breath left my chest. What Triss just said pretty summed up a lot of things on my side. Even if I still have one question. Why appear to me? The large gates were pulled apart noisily, and cars drove in. They parked meters away from us and several people highlighted. I could already guess who the second wife was. I noticed the shift in Tris's mood. Her smile now looked forced. The second wife looked younger, with long dark hair that moved in the breeze. Jules waved them forward without a word. When they got to us, pleasantries were exchanged between her and Triss.

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.

She don't want the day to move, she wish she could stay in her bed with her husband for a long time. When she woke up earlier, she didn't want to move from her husband's arms. She's got to share it with another woman in less than twenty one days. She thought twenty one days were too short, she can't begin to see how less it is now. She is afraid she won't be able to watch her husband getting romanced by another woman even if she is his wife. Wife or not, she don't want to see that happening in front of her.