R/wifebutt Novelas e Histórias

I’m such a bad wife. . A. Gupta

As I left the room, I heard shouting in the parking lot. “I suggest you back the fuck off if you aren’t looking to lose what you pitifully call a dick.” Yūri’s voice carried up the stairs as she scoffed. I sighed. Great. What trouble has my wife found now? I hurried down the stairs arriving just in time to watch my wife knee a burly-looking biker in the testicles before she roundhouse kicked his face knocking him to the ground.

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

I should be too but surprisingly I'm not and that was why I wasn't thinking when I went home and showed up at his house where he's having a party. If I have to be the pretend wife, then I'm sticking up my games and doing it right. Two can play this game Sean Walters

"There have been some... severe internal concerns raised regarding the surgical wing." I closed my eyes. Of course. The infection was already spreading. I leaned my weight heavily against the kitchen counter. And with a clinical tiredness so deep it almost felt like pure, terrifying acceptance, I finally spoke. "Let me guess," I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. "My husband's name came up.”

Lillian said looking at him. “Yes, anything wrong with that?” Adrian asked innocently. “Gosh Adrian, there’s something called privacy.” She said blushing. “What there to private about, I’m your husband.” Adrian said smirking. Lillian couldn’t get annoyed at Adrian he keep using the ‘I’m your husband card’ and she couldn’t do anything but be left speechless. “I’ll take a bath.” She said changing the topic. “Okay,I’ll change into something too.”Adrian.

“You sound like you have everything figured out. Almost like you already knew there was a possibility that something like this might happen.” “If you don’t have any plans to help the company, fine. Suit yourself and continue distracting yourself with that woman you married.” “Isobelle. Her name’s Isobelle.” “We have too much on our plate already. If it’s not worth talking about, let’s not talk about it.”

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

"Geral, this is my wife, Sienna. Sienna, this is my friend and soon-to-be business partner, Geral Buttole." "Butthole!" she exclaimed, letting out a loud laugh. I shot her a furious look, but she only laughed harder. "That’s such a funny name. Mr. Buttole... it’s almost like 'buttho'—" "Okay, Sienna, that’s enough. Geral, I apologize for my wife’s... personality. Sienna, why don't you go use the restroom like you said you wanted to? Mr. Buttole and I have a meeting, and I know you get bored easily," I said, shoving her toward the direction of the bar. As soon as she walked off, Geral spoke.