My Wife Is Twice My Age Novels & Stories

she requested in a soft tone. Her father is always spoiling her about the activity she wants to do, but this time, Mr. Hillson never agreed on her decision. "Ava, my friend has a handsome son. He wants you to meet him. They are so kind, dear. I swear." "Dad, did I tell you not to entertain boys to match on me? I'm not that old to not be married again." "Ava, you're running twenty-six this year. Isn't that old to remain single?"

“That was different! You were still too young back then.” I raised an eyebrow. “And I’m still young now,” I pointed out. “I’m barely twenty!” “Well, your mother was nineteen when she had you.” She made the sign of the cross. “Bless her soul.” I gasped in mock offense. “Then why don’t you get married instead? You’re almost forty and still single.” I smirked, giving her a pointed look. “You should be the one settling down, not me.” Her eyes narrowed. “Oh, so now you’re turning this on me?”

“Mom…” “When are you going to get married, Serene? All of your cousins are settled with children. Even little Tina is engaged, and she is four years your junior!” “Mom, I am only twenty-eight,” I protested, kicking off my constricting shoes and collapsing onto the sofa. “Only twenty-eight? Only? That is practically thirty! Your eggs are not getting any younger, you know!” “That is not precisely how biology functions…” “In my day, a woman your age would have at least two children by now. You are withering on the vine, Serene. Withering!”

I didn't let her finish. "I will be strong, and I will protect you." She looked at me like she was tired of arguing. She stopped walking and squatted in front of me. "Tarzan, you are younger than me. The husband is always older. We are seven years apart, so that's not how it works. You're so young—we shouldn't even be talking about this. When you grow older, you will meet different types of women your age... okay?" I broke into tears. "Oh my goodness! What happened?" she panicked.

I suppose I should tell you a little about my wife and me before I get into the filthy details of our sex life. I first met my stunning wife Jilly seventeen years ago on the night she was celebrating her 20th birthday in a packed nightclub in the centre of Nottingham. It was love at first sight for me, but it took her longer to feel the same. Honestly, I’m still not sure she’s ever loved me as deeply as I love her.

"Yeah, but you are legally my wife as well. And wife trumps all." |||||

Winter finally looks back up at me, having calmed down enough to function like a normal human being. “I didn’t expect people their age to act like children.” She nods towards the couple, where the husband is now in hot pursuit of the wife. We watch in barely concealed amusement. It’s actually pretty sweet. They have to be close to fifty and even at their age, you can tell they love each other. It makes my heart ache, wishing that was in my future. I quickly shake it off, knowing that even in enjoying myself, I need to be focused on the task at hand.

“You know this isn’t real.” Luna turned to him, her expression unreadable. “This is real, George. Accept it. I’m your wife now.” That word. Wife. It clanged around in his chest like a death knell. It should have been Emily. It was always supposed to be her. But now, he wore a ring that said otherwise. He looked at Luna again truly looked. She was beautiful. Strong. Calculated. But she was not the woman he loved. “What happens now?” he asked, the hollow ache in his chest expanding.

" Husband , it's been so long since we sit under the night sky watching stars. You had been so busy all these years ." Su An said slowly and gently as she lay in his husband embrace . She's seventy five years old now and her husband already eighty . But maybe because they had drinks the spring water they are still in good health . " I am sorry honey . Now , I am retired and we can have as much time as we can together . " Gu Mu Han smiles as he kiss his wife forehead.

Us, I mean,' she said as we took a break to have some coffee, sitting in the grass of a meadow. 'You mean our age difference?' 'Mostly, yes.' 'I don't actually know how old you are.' 'No,' she laughed. 'You were very gentlemanly when it was my birthday. You never asked.' She paused. 'I'm fifty-one. What about you?' 'I'll be twenty-nine in September,' I said, surprised. I'd thought she was older. 'Only just over twenty-two years between us then. That's less than the French President and his wife.'