Provocative Wife Novels & Stories

" Look, my wife is my wife and our of whatever gimmicks you're planning. If you want to have an altercation with me, you face me and me alone. My wife is off limits. Don't you get that?" " She didn't say that to me though. What can you do about that now?"

“The fucker wants a quick death, so he’s trying to provoke you into pulling the trigger.” I know he’s only trying to provoke me, and the annoying thing is that it’s working perfectly well. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Insinuating that you had sex with my wife is a very big insult to her,” I grabbed his lower abdomen and dug my finger into his wound. He screamed loudly “and I do not take it lightly with anyone that dares insult her.” “Ask her yourself! If you think I’m lying, ask her yourself!” My index finger disappeared into his wound as he continued to say nonsense. “If she really loves you as you think, she’ll not to be able to lie to you.”

Aldric said softly, staring at my lips as his lips slowly came down just when he was about to claim my lips… “What the fuck are you doing to my wife?” I gasped, wife? I turned to see Adrian fuming as he stared dangerously at Aldric. Shit, I thought he was in a business trip, what was he doing here now?

"Nobody's forcing you to work. You don't have to." Piper always took her mother's side, and this time was no different. "Yeah, Dad. What else can you even do besides sit around the house? Just listen to Mom." Nobody remembered that it was Renee who talked me into being a stay-at-home husband. Nobody knew I'd given it all up so she could chase her dreams. Nobody saw any of what I'd done. I stared at the two of them, frozen, and something inside me finally snapped. "Enough. What I do with my life is none of your concern."

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

The kitchen was suddenly a mess of shards. Her hands were on her hips as she pointed at our house, the one we considered a symbol of our life together. "This house is joint property. Even if we get divorced, I'm taking my half to give it to my brother to buy a place," she declared. I was shaking, fury coursing through me. She would divorce me for her brother? "Fine! Let's divorce, then!" My anger flared, and I wasn't backing down. This house, which had once held love and laughter, was now a battleground for our bitter fights.

"You—you! What do you think you're doing?! I'll call the cops for harassment!" I yanked up her sleeve, revealing the familiar mole on her wrist. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Still pretending? I'm your husband, Hilary. I know every inch of your body. Most importantly, why are you pretending not to know me?" Her expression darkened, lips pressed tightly as she glared at me. "Husband? Are you insane? Keep this up and I'll scream for help." I chuckled coldly. "Go ahead. Let everyone hear. Let's see if they believe me—or better yet, we'll let your new man come and see for himself."

Howard's wife spat and then extended her finger to poke Clarice's head. Then, Clarice hid behind Brandon and his wife again. She dodged Howard's wife's black, rough and dirty finger. Howard's wife was furious. "Denna, do you want me to beat you up? How dare you dodge! Come out! I'm going to teach you a lesson." Howard said, "Did you hear what your mother said? Come out!"

Erin Greer values a good joke more than boundaries. She always says that we have to keep things fun if we want our relationship to last. So she and her childhood friend, Mark Levine, have a standing arrangement. They will orchestrate a surprise every year on our wedding anniversary—with all their friends playing along—just to see if I'll fall for it. Three years ago, she told Mark in front of me that she regretted marrying me. When I turned to leave, she laughed and pulled me back, saying I was too easily teased. Two years ago, she had Mark put divorce papers beside my pillow. After I signed them with a trembling hand, she laughed and said it was just a prank. Last year, she and Mark hel

At the depraved confession that his wife felt arousal at the insidious defilement by a strange man, Scholar Park's member throbbed as if it would burst. In-young roughly grabbed her husband's hand and shoved it deep into her slick folds, which was already drenched in sweet moisture. "Hah... Feel it." "This lewd cunt, drenched from being violated by the gaze of another man." Taking it a step further, In-young wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, whispering directly into his ear. "Scholar Lee... please ruthlessly pound your cock into my wet cunt...!" The ultimate peak of terrifying lust—a wife calling her own husband by the name of another man.