Provocative Wife Novels & Stories

She surprised me by wearing only a bikini. "Babe, what's going on?" I asked my wife, surprised to see her in just a panty and bra. The red bra provocatively showcased her full breasts, and she grinned, smelling of alcohol. She looked so tempting, intoxicated, and my brows furrowed, thinking maybe Michael was inside my house with her. "What does it look like I am doing? I am practicing on how to become a prostitute. Let's get a divorce, Franklin," she said in a drunken manner, and my anger boiled at hearing her mention divorce with those sexy pink lips of hers.

When she didn't reply right away, I looked over, and saw her staring at me with big grin. "What?" I said a little reluctantly. "Your wife said that it turns her on to watch you jerk off, right?" she said. "And she's obviously into exhibitionism and into girls, too, right? So what if we send her a video of both of us on your bed jerking off while we're watching her new p**n video? I'll bet that would really get her pussy humming! She'd have the voyeur thing going by watching us jerking off, and the exhibitionist thing going knowing that we were watching her eating cunt while we were doing it!"

"I..." "You have the gall to protest?" Vittoria scoffed, "I recall our previous encounter well. I warned you that my husband had no qualms in discarding women when he was done with them, yet you persisted, latched on to him with the tenacity of a leech, draining the life from his marriage." She opened her mouth to respond, "Mrs. Alessandro..." "Don't you dare!! I've not finished!" She cut her off, "Listen well," Vittoria warned, "Stay away from my husband. He belongs to me and me alone."

Everything in her body language suggests fear, yet she's brazen enough to put on a brave front while demonstrating her ability to be so fucking daring. She always has some provocation that keeps me captivated. When I discovered that she was capable of such a feat, I was taken by surprise. I have always been able to get the ones that have gotten my attention and have been able to dispose of them as soon as they no longer piqued my interest. I kept my lips sealed as I savored every drop of ecstasy that came with hearing the words I'd been expecting to hear. "I will be the wife you want me to be." Wife.

I leaned forward and nibbled on his neck, making certain to make him whimper just a bit before I let go. “I don’t think you two should be doing that in here,” the old woman said meekly. I craned my neck to see the woman from the slot machine standing behind Cillian with a stern scowl on her face. “I don’t care if she is a prostitute. You just don’t go about making a scene like this.” “You think my wife is a prostitute?” Cillian laughed. I glanced at him in shock. Being called his wife thrilled me more than I’d thought possible and just made me desire him even more.

I fought back a smirk and waited. “Well, if you hadn’t shown up like a freaking bouncer then no one would have had the slightest idea who I was to begin with!” She fired back, fuming, it was a lovely sight, it was a change from the dull, emotionless woman I had to endure for five years. “Well, if my wife woke up and decided to go on a date with another man, no one would blame me for putting an end to it.” I shrugged. “I am not your wife!” She forced in one harsh breath like the possibility was an abomination. It was all an act. I’m certain.

Let them have their moment of drama. Then came the inevitable: “What do you think you’re doing?!” That one was definitely aimed at me. Still, I didn’t turn. I kept looking outside. At the sky. The trees. The places I’d rather be. Anywhere but here.....Anywhere but inside this house, in this moment. Because here I was, the wife, sitting quietly, while my husband’s mistress stood behind me, screaming in my bedroom, acting like she belonged here. The ridiculousness of it all hit me. And I smiled.

Pinned down, I could only raise my head to lock eyes with Krystal as blood trailed along my lips. “Krystal, you promised to love and protect me for so long as we shall live. Is this what your word is worth?” Keeping her face deadpan, Krystal said callously, “You got it coming for attacking your father-in-law and talking smack about your wife.” With Krystal speaking up, the Markham extended family echoed her sentiment. “It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?”

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

She hissed. She don’t care? Tsk. “Your husband is here in The Elements. He’s so drunk, maybe you want to fetch your husband??” I was suddenly nervous. Waiting for my wife’s answer. “Mara what are you saying?! He is your husband but you don’t care at all?! Did you fight?! I will let him here but what if someone took advantage of your husband’s drunk state?” She scolded her. “Mara!” I can hear frustration in her voice.