Provocative Wife Novels & Stories

Then, the Mafia Don grabbed his Woman, gripping her hands behind her back as he held her, to his chest facing him, and roared, “EVERYONE OUT!!!” And as his sons hesitated, he thundered, hauling his wife into his body purposefully, even as she continued to struggle, ”GET OUT OF MY F*CKING ROOM, DAMN IT, YOU MOTHER F*CKIGN BAST*RDS.” Proserpina shut her eyes and shuddered. He was in a fury but she was also incensed at how his old lovers regularly turned up like bad pennies. She had been through a lot for this man but this, today, had been something like a tipping point

His fists clenched tightly. "If that's what you think, I won't deny it. It's useless. Why should I argue with all your words that go beyond limits? Feel free to fill your mind with fantasies where I intentionally did all this—provoking your anger. And while you're at it, imagine me busy meeting many men out there. Being easily touched here and there. Ignoring my husband, who works and meets clients to advance his legacy. Or getting acquainted with random men who can be easily manipulated."

One article focused entirely on Caroline: "Friend's Violent Outburst Raises Questions About Influence on Wife's Behavior." They'd found her social media, were dissecting every post, constructing a narrative where she was the secret villain manipulating me away from my "devoted" husband. *"This Caroline woman is clearly the one pushing for divorce. Look at her posts—she's one of those man-hating feminists who thinks all marriage is oppression."* *"I feel bad for Adrian. His wife's friend probably convinced her to leave just because he's disabled. Disgusting."* My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped the phone.

Big fingers tighten on my hips and that’s the only warning I get before he impales me once more, filling me more than I think I can manage. “You just can’t help it, can you?” His wife sounds almost breathless, her nipples growing hard and prominent, almost visible through the soft material of her gown. “You’re an animal.” She can try to hide it all she wants but her body has betrayed her. She’s turned on from watching her husband fuck another woman. This is turning her on. “Ah, I can almost smell your arousal from here,” Mr Walter gloats. “You love seeing me fuck another woman so much? All you have to do is say so and I’ll give you a fucking show, sweetheart.”

“It seems fraudsters approached my wife the moment I stepped away for a quick dive.” The woman's eyes lit up when she saw Lucas. “Don't be blinded by your wife, Mister. She was seducing my husband! If you punish her by divorcing her, I'll let her go and won't take her to court. You don't need such a promiscuous woman anyway.” The air around us turned cold. “THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?”

"Are you... provoking me right now?" She returned my gaze, eyes challenging. "What if I am? You've been holding back for 9 days. It's a record. Think you can keep it up?" I scoffed. "You're acting like a whore, wife. Stop. And this is not whether I can hold myself back or not—" "Then how should I act? You bought me like a prostitute and hid that fact by marrying me. This is not a normal marriage. This is all over after a year so why treat me like a person when you know I'm basically just your slut?"

The comments section was a war zone. @SocialJusticeQueen: That blonde woman was CLEARLY the aggressor. The wife was just defending herself. Props to her for not backing down. @RealityCheckPod: This is what happens when mistresses think they can publicly humiliate wives. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. @BusinessInsider2024: Isn't that Damien Castellan's wife? And his secretary? This is going to be a PR nightmare for Castellan Enterprises. @GossipGirlNYC: THE WIFE DISLOCATED HER SHOULDER. I'm both terrified and impressed.

A dull throb started behind my eyes. "She’s my wife," I said through clenched teeth. "And she is not a slut. She’s only doing this to get a reaction from me. She’s angry... and she’s trying to make me jealous." "Well, congratulations, darling," my mother snapped. "It worked." She shoved her chair back and stood with a regal air, her sharp eyes pinning me down. “Now tell me, what’s this nonsense I heard about an open marriage? Is that true, Graham?”

Using me to provoke your ex-girlfriend. Do you have to do this, using your wife to provoke your girlfriend, I’m done I want to go home. “She has some strong feelings for you, I can see it in her eyes,” she added. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I came here to be with my wife and coincidentally saw her. I was here with you when she walked in with her date. How is that my fault?” “I love and have eyes for one woman and her name is not Veronica but Callista Everett,” He said angrily. “Next time you want to piss me off. I suggest you pick your fight wisely,” he advised.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.