Naughty Wife Story Novels & Stories

Bella My husband had a lot of doors in the mansion. He kept all of them closed. I told myself it wasn't my business to knock. Then I started counting how many then he left the house at midnight. Alex was an outing animal. I always imagined having to marry a man that was grounded in his goals, little did I know I'll find myself trapped in a marriage with no emotions. His life was a cheat map, easy to predict but without knowing the outcome of each move.

Bored wife goes to a club with her friends and the unexpected occurs.. NB: This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and impregnation. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away with the details. eNJOY... >>>>>>

Fallon I forgot the time when I was talking with the wives. I only realized two hours had passed since I joined them when their husbands returned. I was enjoying telling the story of an innocent bar waitress seduced by a lustful, pathetic mafia man who almost begged to be wed to me. I held my laugh when I saw my supposed husband coming my way, dripping with sweat and unaware of all the humiliating fake scenes I told the wives. I covered my breath hitch with a smile when he immediately wrapped his arms around me as soon as he returned. I noticed the wives' eyes on us so I decided to solidify my stories by showing him so submissive of me.

“Only heard of his ex wife, he once had a wife and that was a past.” She shrugged apathetically. “Fortunately I'm still the only one he loves.” “Maybe?” “Tell me, did he pay you to pretend to be his wife? I know Richard would do anything to have me back, just tell me the truth darling. I promise I'm not going to tell a soul.” Charlene stifled the urge to laugh. She noticed that Henrietta was trying not to break down but her voice was about to fail her. “Pay me? That's ludicrous.”

“ Are you being serious here? You're doing all this because of this, this ugly, classless girl? Are you not ashamed being seen with her? I'm pretty disappointed in you, Nathan. We have sophisticated, elegant and smart ladies in this city but you choose to cheat on me with this piece of garbage?” The crowd were becoming more interested. Who thought the rich had dirty linens? They got everything recorded as more embarrassing things got spilled. “ I'm not cheating on you, Caryn. I do not even consider you my wife. I have never considered you my wife. We don't have s*x, we don't do anything together. I get guilty sharing a bed with you because you are not my wife. Aviva is my wife, Caryn. You sh

When they met my eyes, they naturally looked away and pretended clueless. Given Nocturne’s reputation, all know that he is a bastard who loves flirting with married women. Probably, they also know that I wouldn’t give in with this bastard’s temptation, which I wouldn’t call temptation but instead a disgusting act. I can’t kick his cr*tch though, not in front of the crowd. “You surely is smart woman,” Nocturne said. I did not reply and crossed my arms. “Last night, I heard an interesting story. This is about a wife who drowned in the pool while her husband is hugging another woman,” he said in low tone, as if not to let everyone hears his voice.

"You have to help me. I don't want to lose the baby." She barked out a laugh. "If I had a dime for every time I've had that stupid story, I'd be rich. You want help? Let me see some cash, or better still, go and complain to the one that got you pregnant." "Please-" She climbed back into her seat and hid her face behind her magazine. “I’m the Alpha’s wife!” I choked out desperately. “I’m Alpha Nathaniel’s wife. Please help me.” She lowered her magazine and eyed me from head to toe. “Really?” She asked, slightly amused. “And why is Alpha Nathaniel’s wife crying here without money? Isn’t your husband supposed to be wealthy, you fraud?!”

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

It was a deliberate choice—meticulously designed to conceal the faint, fading crimson marks Jaxon had left on the sensitive skin of her shoulder the night before. She stared at her reflection. Outwardly, she looked exactly like the pristine, quiet wife Julian demanded for his social functions. But inwardly, the fragile, neglected woman who had spent years enduring this marriage was completely gone. The secret reality of the east wing had rewritten her soul. She was trapped, yes, but she was trapped inside a tactical perimeter designed to execute her husband’s financial ruin. "Elena! Where the hell are my cufflinks?" Julian’s voice barked from the bedroom, sharp, impatient, and entirely obliv

She rushed in immediately, standing obediently with her head lowered and hands folded. “Ma’am,” she said softly. Victor employed Mary as my maid. Even so, I treated her like my own sister. I bought her clothes and sanitary supplies whenever she needed them. “Mary,” I said quietly, my voice trembling slightly, “ever since you started working for me… have I ever treated you badly?” “No, ma’am.” “Then tell me why my husband’s mistress was sitting beside me on my bed while I was asleep. You were standing there, and you didn’t even wake me up!”