Our Wives Under The Sea Novels & Stories

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

She nods, “Okay, I will bring you some aspirin and water. Take it in the morning.” “Fine,” I reply sharply as I make my way to my room. I throw my clothes in the middle of the floor, then lie down in bed. Ellie comes in and looks unbothered at seeing me naked. “Hey, you know wives are supposed to do certain things for their husbands,” I tell her. She looks at me and nods. Pulling the covers over me as if she is tucking me in, she says, “Husbands are supposed to love their wives. Neither of us is fulfilling our roles.”

Sarah stared blankly at the man above her. Her blue eyes locked with the brown gaze of the English-born man who had become her husband. It had been a few weeks since they got married, but Sarah couldn’t let go of anything whenever they made love. She couldn't reach climax, and everything ended in pretense. “I’m going to finish, darling!” Louis’s groan marked the end of their heated sex that night. Or at least, that’s what they did as part of the formalities of marriage on top of business matters. Louis turned and rolled over to Sarah’s side. His breath was still heavy from the remnants of their activity together.

EPISODE THIRTY SEVEN THEME: One million dollars IN THE UNDERWORLD Little mermaids and mermen swimming in and out of the rocks. They sang beautiful songs which echoed under the Sea. Almeta and Adamaris move away from the other mermaids. "What's that over there?" Almeta pointed towards a dark hole. "My mother said it is the dark cave of Scylla." Adamaris replied. "Dark cave of Scylla?" Almeta arched her eyebrows as she curled up her tails.

Waving and pointing where I am sitting at. I'm on the shore. Underneath the nipa cottage and just like that. My thoughts were drowning over my perfect wife. How cool is that! I'm embarrassed that I'm the man. I should be on top of the food chain, but some things didn't go as we plan. I shoved the discouragement thought, and I started to acknowledge that I'm in a paradise. I close my eyes and feel the gentle breeze of salty air. And all I could hear was the sound of the waves crashing the shore, children laughing, birds chirping, and the sound of the leaves dancing. Perfect ambiance to relax. After all the harsh world he was living in.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

"Five years of standing by your side through every storm. Very moving. But here's what I find interesting." I deliberately paused and looked at Owen. "While I was at home sacrificing everything for my family, putting on weight and running myself into the ground, my wife kept telling me the company was at a critical stage and that she had to sleep at the office. Turns out she was weathering those storms with her Director of Administration." The whispers spreading through the crowd could no longer be contained. Adeline's face shifted from pale to livid. "Quentin, whatever this is, we can talk about it at home…"

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.

, he said with pure annoyance. Dia smacked his chest and detached herself feeling shy and embarrassed to be caught. Their bodies snaked around each other with their foreheads joined when they came and yelled behind them 'Bhai!!' "Sorry.. Bhai!! But you know how shameless and troublesome we are. So, you should have thought about it before letting us enter your island?", Sammy and Ariha said together. "Yeah.. yeah I know you all very well but this innocent and kind hearted wife of mine had no mercy on her poor husband and let you all in despite me denying", he said with a sad pout pulling Dia close to him again.

"Show me how the women of this island do it!" "Yes! Look at how your cock slides inside me, Jason! I'm milking you so hard! Ahhh! Ahhh!" she screamed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as her pussy walls tightly squeezed my shaft with every thrust. Once in a while, between her wild bounces, my eyes darted across the burning bonfire to the neighboring platform. Through the flickering orange flames, I saw my wife. And that man who was hovering over Kess, his massive, dark body driving relentlessly into her. Her legs were pinned high against his shoulders, her bare body shaking violently with every single slam. The sight hit my brain like an electric shock.