Pretty Little Wife Novels & Stories

She of course believes that what Joel said is true; he has no reason to deceive her, and moreover, Winnie's embarrassment and regret are the clearest proof of what Joel said. "I just don't understand; how can you marry a perfect husband like Joel? Primrose, you are just an ordinary woman with no talent; how did you have such a perfect marriage?" Winnie's eyes showed cruelty, didn't want to continue pretending, tightened the thin blanket on her body, and choked out a scream.

She parts her thighs in invitation and who am I to decline? Her pussy lips are puffy and pink, her little clit peeks out from beneath its hood and even the bathwater can’t hide her wetness from my seeking fingers. I tease around her entrance while I press my thumb against her clit. I haven’t even breached her opening yet and I can tell I’ll have a hard time working my cock into her. She’s so tight and small. I picture her pink lips spread around my thick cock as I fuck her and nearly come in my pants.

◇NO POV◇ early in the morning three couples are sleeping peacefully, Don's mobile started ringing, he hurriedly took the mobile and went away to answer the call, because he is not ready to disturb his sleeping princess after speaking in call, he came back to the bed to see his little wife, but she woken and searching for him with sleepy eyes and cute pout don chuckled and kissed on her forehead, she crunched her nose like a kid and sat on his lap while holding him don caressed her hair and said "someone wants to be my wife but here getting pampered like a kid" srinithi bitten on his neck and asked "you loves whatever I do right" don nodded his head while saying "because you're the cutest mir

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

Walking over to near my desk, my assistant says, "Mr. Meyer, Ms. Victoria Miller has come to speak with you." Turning from the window to face my wife, I am slightly surprised to see her. She did not look like that tearful little girl I encountered the day before, who threw a tantrum over finding out she was getting married. I met a young and serene woman, who had long brown hair neatly combed, a calm but serious face, and dark-colored but quite elegant clothes. This girl looked nothing like the girl I met the day before and who gave me such a bad impression. "Thank you, Lisa, you may go," I say to my assistant.

He took just two steps forward and then the footsteps coming from the stairs held him back. "Hello Handsome" his pretty wife said standing at the 8th stair. Mr Loverboy turned to his wife and he was all Wow! What a beauty! He looked at her carefully from her head to her feet and he just couldn't stop thanking God for such a beauty in his life. The red dress fitted in very well on her curvy body, a kind of body shape we normally call figure eight. Her seducing legs stood erect in those silver stileto. Her sparkling eyes all Dazzling at the same time. Her luscious lips, was all inviting with the red lipstick, her beautiful hair.... He is just so blessed to have such a Queen in his life.

I stated, sombrely. "Honey," she dragged in her pretty little accent, "everybody wants to be us," she pointed around the table, "servants wherever we go, respect gained simply from just holding the title of Mrs to some billionaire. Just because we're "trophy wives" doesn't mean we've got to be actual wives. "

James, who always bragged about her satin long tight dresses that her beloved husband had bought her from London. "Are you suggesting that I and this, um... boy-girl look alike? Are you losing your sight, darling?" mimicked Ms. James walking up to her husband. "What's your name, girl?" "Bisila ma'am," she uttered, trying to keep her peace. "I didn't believe you would be so quiet, dear. Tell me. Are you afraid of my wife?" smirked Mr. James, pinching Bisila's humor. "Of course not, James. She is a very impressive lady. I was listening to her talk. She explained—"

Sebastian “So, how was she today?” I asked quietly. “How was my wife?” I could feel Smith shift in the front seat, turning slightly toward me. “Pretty, sir,” he replied. “As usual.” I nodded slowly and rested my elbow against the window. My fingers found their way to my lower lip, and I pinched it slightly, smiling to myself. She was probably the prettiest, alright. Rose had said it often enough, and never once changed her mind. Every single day, she reminded me that her “new mommy” was the prettiest in the whole wide world.

amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. I’m sorry about the way I ended things maybe I could have done things better. A part of me would always care for you.” Natasha stepped a step closer finally meeting his eyes. Then silence again. It was comfortable like a silence between two long-time friends. A slight cough brought them apart and their heads around. Rachel had heard everything. So this was the Natasha. She looked like she belonged to a magazine cover. She was tall with the most alluring brown eyes. Her wavy blonde hair rested beautifully on her shoulders. She was perfect. Natasha held out a hand to her. “Oh hi, I didn’t know you were here. I’m Natasha.” “Hey I