Ninja Braless Wife Novels & Stories

“You look like sin, baby. Every man here is jealous I get to take you home.” I tilt my head, voice soft but sharp. “And every woman here is wondering how long until you get bored with your new wife.” He chuckles low, fingers pressing possessively into my back. “Let them wonder. They’ll see my marks on your neck and know the answer.” Svetlana finds me near the string quartet. She’s draped in white sequins that probably cost more than a small country’s GDP, hair piled high, diamonds flashing at her throat and ears. Three other wives flank her like Botoxed bodyguards.

Recalling that this was the same lady that has made her marriage life miserable some time ago, she couldn't have the hatred that clouded her mind against her. "What is that your name again? Lisa?" She asked Nina as she rubbed her fingers together while staring at her confidently. "You must know who I am, right? I am Jason's wife... The famous CEO of Prestige modeling company," She further said as she slowly tucked her hair behind her ear. "Yes... I know you," Nina replied to her, and she nodded her head. "Right... You should. I mean, how can you know the wife of your concubine? It'll be ridiculous. You know Jason is married, don't you?" She asked, maintaining a straight face this time.

The negligee was short,it would most probably stop at her butt crease,the material was filled with lace, transparent everywhere. Her husband would probably see everything even if she wore it,it was that transparent. The neck was deep,the bust area looked like it would fit someone who just hit puberty,her breasts would spill out of it, and was there seriously a thin strap that covered her modesty downstairs? Though Vikram had seen her naked, she didn't know if she was bold enough to carry something like this. She blushed when she heard her husband clear his throat, shyly looking at him. Vikram was relieved when his wife blushed, smiling at him,glad that he didn't hear a, "You are just like an

The way her hands were wrapped around my neck, returning the kiss with the same passion, the way her legs were wrapped around my waist pulling me closer. I could feel her heat pulsing between her thighs and the way she would buck her hips whenever my bulge would invade her hidden treasure. I was desperate to explore it, to claim it as mine. But she was even more desperate, willing to give it all to me. And I would be a bad husband to not give what his wife wanted. So I didn't waste anymore time and ripped her out of those those T-shirt. My heart stopped beating, when I realised she wasn't wearing bra. I was so engrossed in my own painful growth that didn't noticed it.

His wife was only wearing thin black underwear without a bra. Altezza gazed at his wife's body with passion. Her breasts were fuller than before. Altezza touched them with both hands, caressing her sensitive nipples with his thumbs. Adaline sighed, choosing to close her eyes and feel her husband's touch. And the lower part of Altezza pulsed again.

I just sat back and watched. She peeled the fabric off her skin slowly. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, nervous breaths as her bra came into view. Her breasts looked so full, held by black lace that hugged her tight. I stared like an idiot, my pulse thudding in my ears. She was stripping in front of Duncan and me. My wife. In front of another man. "Jesus," Duncan muttered. He glanced at me with a crooked smile. "You're a lucky bastard." I couldn’t even argue. All I managed was a breathless chuckle and a nod.

I said laughing, and felt Hassan’s hand undoing the knot of my hijab. “I remember a time, brother, when our wife wouldn’t let us breathe. Remember when she was pregnant with Zara?” I burst into laughter. Bruno brushes a few strands of hair from my face, smiling mischievously. My breasts begin to feel heavy with desire, and I move aside to give Hassan space to sit next to me on the sofa. I give in to the desire, needing to satisfy my husbands before handling everything else. I feel Bruno’s hands lift the hem of my blouse, pulling it over my head, leaving me in just my bra, the only intimate piece I wear.

And more importantly, he had no reason to see me as a threat. Because I wasn’t. At least, not to her. My mind had been claimed, and it wasn’t by Nina. We were still dancing when Maya stormed up. She wore a bikini top the color of dried blood, and a sheer wrap clung to her hips. It didn’t cover much. “Married women should stick to their husbands,” she said coldly, eyes locked on Nina. Nina didn’t flinch. “Maybe desperate women should borrow some self respect,” Nina said, lips curling just enough to provoke her.

The outfit highlighted her figure and showcased her long legs, causing more than a few heads to turn at her beauty. Considering the occasion, Jayden, also ditched his usual formal attire. Instead, he opted for a more casual yet stylish look, wearing ash-blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a brown leather jacket. The outfit gave him a youthful and relaxed appearance, making him stand out in the crowd. As the husband-wife pair entered the venue, they left everyone in awe with their heaven-defying looks and undeniable chemistry. Though an introvert herself, Nora knew how to party to the fullest. In a joyous mood, she dragged Nina on the dance floor and took it upon herself to ensure that the latte

Only then was he able to see it clearly, and it was enough to make him go crazy. His wife had on floral lace cutout underwire lingerie, the color a vibrant red. The thongs, if they could be classified as one, had a net that covered the crotch, and they were held together by three tiny ropes. The bra was a mesh net, and he could see her pale, creamy boobs from the net, not that it covered much. If you focused hard, you could see her pink nipple hardening into a bud. "Wow." He exclaimed, feeling heat all over him even though the weather was cool. Who had given her all these. They hadn't gone shopping, so there was no way she would have gotten it herself.