My Wife Shares Me Novels & Stories

"We're in this together. I will be there every step of the way and pick you up when you fall. I'm here to stay Eva. Through the good, the bad, and the ugly. I won't leave you. Because you're my wife and I love you" ******************************************

I turn attention back to him with a harsh glare and he makes a burn sound. "Is her pussy that good? If you don't mind, I want to take a turn and see what's got you so obse—" "Complete that sentence and lose your life," I threaten my best friend and he makes a move to lick his lips before chuckling. Over the years, Jax and I have had no problem sharing the same women. Simultaneously even. But this time, no one except for me is going to lay hands on my sweet sweet witch of a wife.

She explained and I honestly don't want to get her in trouble but I like to get on Louis' nerves and this will definitely do the trick. "Don't worry about it, I am his wife and he won't mind." I said while smiling at her. "Are you sure because he doesn't joke with that drink." She pointed out which makes it even more interesting. "Don't worry Alison, I got this." I grabbed two glasses and some freshly baked cookies before I stepped out of the kitchen. I mean, if he doesn't want to share, why then does he have a wife because as long as I am his wife, everything he owns belongs to me as well even if it's just for a period of one year.

Summary: My Wife Turns My Friends Into Her Personal Army Of Cocks, And I’m Forced To Watch It All Unfold ••• I have a confession. My friends are obsessed with my wife. Scratch that. They badly want to fúck my wife. We golf a couple of times a month, and every time we are together, the conversation circles back to Vivienne. I cannot lie. It turns me on as much as it makes me furious.

I follow him quietly for a few seconds until something he said clicks. "Hold on," I tell him. He turns. "Yeah?" "Did I hear wrong, or did you really say "our" room?" His lips twitch, almost like he was waiting for me to ask. "You didn't hear wrong, Hailey. We're sharing a room." I frown. "Why?" "Have you forgotten we're married? Every couple's sharing a room," he responds with a shrug. He seems to be enjoying my reaction way too much.

He clears his throat first before starting the narration of the story. "Ahem, ahem..." accompanied by a soft cough. Everyone is waiting for every word he will say, including Ava Nicole and her brother, who are just watching from their house. And now he is ready to begin the narration of the story. "Dearest people of New York. I sincerely apologize to everyone who was disappointed by my marital status. I just want to clarify: I'm single now, but I had a wife five years ago whom I named..."

“Shawna, you’re the furthest thing from ordinary, and that’s one of the reasons I love you. But you’re wrong about one thing.” I raised an eyebrow, feeling my heart warm as his words sunk in. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?” He stepped closer, his voice gentle. “You think I’d be fine without you. Newsflash, I wouldn’t. You’re my wife, Shawna. If you’re stuck in chaos, then so am I. We’re in this together, remember?” I blinked, my throat tightening with emotion. “I just… I don’t want to drag you down.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

"Whose wife was involved with my husband." I straighten. Smooth my dress. "I've always had to share my husband. With this pack. With our children. With everything he has to do. With her. With other women." I look at him. "This won't be the last of it. There will be other women, other responsibilities that will sometimes replace me but he is the Alpha. The greatest Alpha ever and he didn't become that by loving and totally loyal to me.” He watches me. "So, I am not happy your wife died?" I said. "I'm actually sorry for you. For your kids. But I'll leave now. I don't want to cause you more pain. Looking at me will only remind you of what she did."

“You make it sound like this was my design alone.” She met his gaze without flinching. “Wasn’t it?” Silence. His jaw clenched, but his voice dropped to a whisper. “You were supposed to stay in the lines.” “And you were supposed to draw them clearly.” That landed. He looked away first. The air between them hung heavy with words they hadn’t said. Not about the real wife he hadn’t divorced. Not about the woman he now lived with, married in title but not in truth. Not about the moments—the glances, the silences, the unspoken resentment—that had begun to pull them closer even as it tore them apart.