My Wife's Lovers Painting Novels & Stories

"Umm...yes. What about it?" The painting has been there for several decades, harshly touched by the wind, washed over by rain multiple times but still standing strong. Some of the paint has been chipped away, but the faces were bright and clear to the onlookers. It was a picture of lovers—the woman offering her beating heart to the wounded, torn down man who stood in front of her like a shield. He had arrows on his back. The tale around the village is that the painting shows the value of sacrifice between the lovers, their impartial love for one another, and, more importantly, putting the other one first in the relationship.

OH JEEZ! Trish's eyes widened again, dumbstruck by the sight in front of him. He almost popped his eyeballs when the shop owner showed him the new painting. That… that… was a painting of a man and a woman making love passionately. "I put all my perverted talent in this picture. What do you think, Sir?" asked the shop owner. Son of a bitch! Trish rubbed his face in frustration. He then looked at the two people in front of him alternately before finally fixing his gaze on Anwen.

Vivian showed her appreciation. “I want you to make an artwork for I and Alex. I want a painting of two of us together in one picture. As you know that we are lovers. So, I want the painting in the sense that people don’t need to be told before they have known that these are couples” she took a breath. “I don’t think you get me!” She uttered in loud tone. “I understand you so well. So, don’t worry” Vivian uttered with smiles on her face. Hazel showed an expression as she noticed a smile on Vivian’s face.

He had been rubbed the wrong way. "Very well,” Tesot had now totally lost grip on his self control. “I have seen that brush you are trying to paint my wife with. I have never known you hate her. But don’t accuse her of adultery. It is far too much and insane. My wife loves me. There is no way you can convince me that she has slept with any other man apart from me. For God’s sake how can she even think of that? Needless to say, she is my wife, not yours. And the peace between her and I is all that matters here. She is the most precious thing I have. I love her and I don’t plan on abandoning her. Not even for you. Here is a piece of wise advice. Stay out of these. It is not any of your concern

She glanced around at the angry beastmen and said, "Everything started because of Jasper. You can go ahead and punish him as you wish. But my husband is the mighty Kael Vaxenroth of the Dragon clan! You'd better think twice before you lay a finger on me!" At that, the beastmen who had been eyeing her menacingly suddenly turned to look at me. I didn't even spare Priscilla a glance. I said coldly, "I don't have feelings for her anymore. Do whatever you wish to her." Priscilla retorted loudly, "You love me! You love me so much that you spent forever looking for treasures for me and even nearly died a few times too! How could you just say that you don't have feelings for me anymore?

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

One arm was propped up to support her head while the other held a single red rose to her nose. The evening lights loved her, bathing her skin in bronze. I could hardly breathe as my hand moved steadily over the canva, immortalizing her. My brother was a damn idiot for not recognizing what treasure his wife was. How could he be blind to her? How could he not worship her, every night, every minute? I shifted on my seat, trying to rearrange my dick which was already swelling with a slow ache. I tried to stop the thoughts of her and focus on the painting, but the more I painted her, the more I wanted her.

"Maybe she just can't bear to part with her husband's wealth and assets. It's just that the mistress has already given him a child, while Dr. Hudson hasn't… I guess she's going to have to step aside now." "Did you see the baby's features? It really looked a lot like Dr. Hudson's husband. No wonder he loves his mistress so much…" I stopped walking. Looking through the glass windows, I could see Robert cradling the newborn baby in his arms while sitting next to Bianca's bed in the ward, laughing and chatting casually with her. They looked so wonderfully harmonious together that they looked more like they were an actual family of three. A sharp, piercing pain shot through my chest, and suddenly

Koishi replied with the smile on his face dipping the brush coated with the green colour into the water which was turned grey. “You are not replying fairly here two mind games” “No, I’m not it’s just you are the one who didnt give me the right choice to choose” making Koishi “What I gave you the correct one didnt I? Is it me or the painting? It’s not like I’m telling in a way of a comparing it’s just I want to know. That whom do you love the most in between us or maybe-”

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.