Romans & histoires My Wife Shares Me

“You can pick it all, I’m not contributing any money to the house. It should be everything you want.” “You do most of the cooking. Wouldn’t it make sense for you to have the kitchen how you want it. You can have it the exact way you want it. Money doesn’t matter. Stop being concerned about it.” I feel his arms wrap around my waist. “That is as much as your house as it is mine. You are my wife, we share everything. You contributing money means nothing. You contribute in other ways. You made this place feel like home. When I’m here alone, I hate it now. At one time that is all I wanted, but not now. Now I want my wife home with me.” Max and I make love in he tub, then get out and he reads the

I say this while looking each of them straight in the eye, especially that idiot who thinks I don't see how he looks at my wife. At the table, we have: Lucifer and his wife, the general and his wife, Marco and his wife, Philippe and his girlfriend, Fernandez and his girlfriend, Mr. Alberto Robertson and his wife, the royal eagle and his wife, my business partner Hector Hamilton, his brother, and their wives. I feel like we're forming one hell of a family, just like my wife has always wanted. I love seeing her happy; I love that smile that lights up her face and brightens my day.

"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?"

Gosh, they are idiots and whores, if they wanted to split up a happy marriage and the little family that I made with my wife Mandy. God, I am so blessed to have such an amazing wife, just thinking of her, the support she gives me, the love she gives and shows me, the respect she shows me and gives me, and the satisfaction she gives me with the pleasures she gives me and the moans she gives me from my work on her body. She is such a woman and the only woman for me and never another like her. She is mine and will always be mine, and I will always be hers, and no one else will have me. I am so horny. I am going to the shower to get freshened up for my love.

He steals from my plate again. “You have your own,” I point out. “I like yours better.” “It’s the same.” “Still better.” I shake my head, but let him take it. “Relax, Shen,” he says, smirking slightly. “Sharing is part of marriage.” “You’re abusing the system.” “And you love me anyway.” I don’t answer because he’s right. We lie back on the sand as the sun warms us. The ocean stretches endlessly in front of us. For a while, neither of us speaks. Then…

When Clara Jones learns that her son has leukemia, her world crumbles. After several failed donor matches, she still can't reach her husband, who's away on a business trip. In the end, her best friend, Monica Spencer, rushes to the hospital and turns out to be a compatible match. Carrying a basket of nourishing supplements, Clara visits Monica. When she arrives at her hospital room, she sees Monica wrapped tightly in a man's arms. That man is none other than Clara's husband, Luther Tanner, whom she had remarried three years ago. "Why would you offer to donate your bone marrow without telling me? That needle was so long. Do you have any idea how worried I was? You've been avoiding me for

she strives to speak but I interrupt her. "I'm not done yet. You should know why I got married to you, Iv. Definitely not because I would like to share you with anyone. As far as I know, you value relationships more than I do. Then this question shouldn't even arrive between a husband and a wife. Will you like to share me with anyone?" I groan in a breath because she hardly pisses me off. She knows nothing triggers me more than the stuff which eventually takes her away from me. She stares deep into my eyes, sealing her lips for a long time. Then she sighs.

“You don't have to be ashamed, we're married. My sister's just jealous. You know, single..I love you, wife.” “I love you too, hubby…” ********

It would mean something. I simply couldn’t get past the glaring realization that I had to share … my wife and mate. My Queen. I still couldn’t fully process it. There was so much to be decided, worked out. She’ll be showering like a crazy person, surely I wouldn’t be able to be intimate with her if his stench is on her.

"You are perfect to me, Katara. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, supporting you, and cherishing every moment we have together. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Katara's heart swelled with emotion as she looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of his love and commitment. In that moment, she knew that she wanted nothing more than to share her life with this incredible man who had come into her world and changed it so profoundly. With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Sean. Yes, I will marry you."