My Wife Shares Me Novels & Stories

After all, I am his wife. "Listen to me when I say this because I will say this only once. I am his wife, he is my husband. And I will see my husband whenever I feel like it, no matter if he is busy with the president of the USA. Now get out of my way." I say as she looks behind me and I know Grace is behind me.

With a hint of disappointment, I reacted as I approached her. "I trust you, Hayden, but my pride in connecting dots on my own was something I could not just share without clarifying it. I need to settle it down in me before sharing everything with you without hanging doubts around. So, please understand my side." Sensing my displeasure in my tone, she faced me with calmness as she firmly answered me. I studied her for a few seconds before sighing. I can't stay upset with her. "Okay, I will, but next time please involve me regardless of whatever they are. I'm your wife. Please, don't forget that." I kissed her temple while caressing her arms and hoped she would share them with me sooner.

“Stop running to your father every time something happens in our marriage. We’re mates now and you should share every single thing with me. Understand?” “Yes!” she nodded. “Good!”

His heart was thudding hard and fast beneath my palm. “You’re my luna. My wife. My mate. I want to share space with you. You don’t want to?”

I looked over at my wife and said, "Is this something you really want?" She said, "It's something we all want." As I was still looking at my wife, I started to push myself into my mother-in-laws pussy. She was so tight it took a couple of in and outs to get inside her all the way, but once I did, she was moaning pretty loud. The louder she moaned, the hornier she was making me. My wife said, "I know you need this mom, that's why I'm going to share him with you all week." That was news to me but knowing that I'll be inside both my wife and mother-in-law all week was going to make this cruise very memorable.

Just a wife taking some lunch to her husband. I can hardly believe it. That word still makes my head spin. I'm happy, though. Really damn glad.

In the past, I would never have believed that there would come a day when Snow would actually try to stop me. She even sounded a little panicked. In this relationship, Snow and Richard were always the ones in control. The moment I showed the slightest dissatisfaction, I became the “ungrateful husband” who could not understand her. No matter how much love I had for her, it was worn down day after day. Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man.

“Isn’t she dazzling, Bray?” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. “Get inside,” Brayden snapped, not even looking at her. She pouted. “Oh, don’t be so cold. We’re married now. Sharing is part of the deal.” Her eyes slid to me, cruel and amused. “Though… some things aren’t worth sharing.” My stomach twisted. I turned, ready to walk past both of them. “Don’t worry. I won’t get in the way of you and your wife.”

L, I guess we really are meant to be together. I had already prepared myself for the worst. Even so, each post felt like a sharp knife cutting into my chest. Every word left another wound that hurt. Someone commented under the post. [You’re so lucky. Let me borrow some of your luck! I hope I can meet my true love someday too.] Felix replied right away. [You will. Let me tell you a secret. My wife brings me luck! She has helped me a lot with my Firefly Project. It’s almost finished and will be announced soon. Maybe I’ll become someone the whole world knows then.]

My wife, Ivy York, has an avid suitor named Chester Sullivan, who claims to have transmigrated into a book for her. Even though Ivy has rejected him 99 times, he doggedly continues to pursue her affections. Then, during his 100th attempt, he's severely injured while rescuing her from a traffic accident. He looks at her desperately and pleads, "Ivy, please love me just this once. I really won't survive without your love." She remains expressionless. She just coldly instructs someone to send him to the hospital. "Samson Child is the only person I'll ever love. You're not worthy," she tells him. Later, I get into an accident and end up in critical condition. She kneels at the entrance to