Our Wives Under The Sea Novels & Stories

She whispered. "You promise me first!" I whispered back. "It won't be that way. At least let me win a few hits!" She wanted us to have a little fight. "I promise you will leave the island safe and sound, and we won't bother you again about marriage in the future!" Her warriors were now watching us with confused looks. We had been whispering for a long time. When suddenly, in the middle of the sea, a strong and giant wave sprang out. The werebears near the seashore had to leave their stores and buildings for a safe place. Screams and roars devoured the area. The cubs and elderly ran everywhere. The other werebears scattered like ants.

The wives kissed each other messily while he fucked them, tongues sliding, moaning into each other’s mouths with every hard thrust. Marcus suddenly pulled out and sat against the headboard. “Come here. Both of you. I want you to ride me together.” Lila straddled his lap first, facing him. She sank down onto his thick cock with a long, satisfied moan, taking every inch until he was buried to the balls. Sophia straddled his face, lowering her soaked pussy onto his waiting tongue. The two wives faced each other, kissing passionately as they moved. Lila rode his cock with deep, rolling motions while Sophia ground her clit against his skilled tongue. Their hands roamed over each other’s breasts,

The deep sea was a realm of shattered black silk, a crushing, obsidian abyss where the light of the sun had never dared to reach. Outside the titanium hull of the Black Rose lead submarine, the ocean was a chaotic mess of cavitation and churning white foam. The low-frequency hum of twelve synchronized nuclear engines rose into a deafening, subsonic roar—a death symphony conducted by a woman who had finally run out of things to lose. Inside the command deck, the clinical red emergency lighting stretched the shadows of the crew into long, jagged knives, each one appearing ready to strike at the heart of the next.

I was also nervous about what my husband said because he is the only one driving and he has never experienced such a situation. “Hon, are you okay?! Can you drive even if the weather is rough?” “I’ll try Carina, Carmela, and Evelyn. Where are they?” “They’re downstairs. I’ll just go see them. The wave has gotten stronger. Maybe Carmela is scared. I’ll be back here, hon.” Worried about Loid. “Alright hon, be careful. Put Carmela and Evelyn on life jackets first.” My husband is kind because even our assistant is still worried about her. I went down and looked at Evelyn and Carmela. The waves in the sea have gotten stronger, so it’s hard to find them both.

I took action to show him more the manner of what I wanted to convey to him, he shook his head as if it was clarified. "Nothing." She chuckled. "There is no such thing under the sea." Huh? Isn't there something like that? I think I watched that on T.V, the ones with Dyesabel in the sea. "Our only companions under water are fish, big or small. Sea plants, and other creatures out there. There are male mermaids like us, if that's what you mean. Other than those there is nothing already." I looked away in shame, I won't watch T.V. they are ruining my life and reputation.

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

Jared shook his head as he followed her. The seawater was crystal clear. They could see to a great distance. Nicole slowly dived deeper as she enjoyed the beautiful undersea view. Jared watched Nicole as he followed her. There was a flock of yellow and blue color fish hunting for food not far away from them. Nicole did not disturb them. She gently recorded their food hunting process beside them.

“A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.” “YOU’RE NOT MY HUSBAND! I’D NEVER—“ His hand instinctively gripped tightly around her delicate throat, exerting an immense amount of pressure that caused her to gasp for air. The intensity of the situation was palpable as her eyes widened in sheer terror, desperately seeking a way to escape his grasp as he pushed her head into the water.