R/wifebutt Novels & Stories

I was expecting a message from Hames but it instead a message from an unknown ID and it read: *** Hey, hey, hey, new 'wife'. That title of being a wife might not last for as long as you think because I'm on a mission to eliminate your husband. If you really love him and care about his life, you should return home because I'm in Paris right now, it'd make the job easier. I still want to have a little fun and not kill him on time, so you should return because you'll be tagged as a widow if I bump into him here in Paris.

Bob chuckled as his wife began to ride his cock. "You know it, baby. I'm always yours first," she moaned. Bob pushed his wife's top up over her large, wobbling tits and cupped them in his hands while she started to ride his cock. Ellen's pussy felt so good squeezing up and down his cock shaft that Bob couldn't help thinking of how much he missed it. She rode him vigorously, quickly building up her speed until she was grinding hard and fast on his rigid pole. His eighteen year old daughter's hole might have been tighter, but Ellen had years of practice with her inner muscle control and she knew how to milk a throbbing cock with her hot pussy like no one else.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Dawn pulled her face up and quickly climbed on top of me, mounting my staff then leaning over and pressing her huge tits against my chest. I watched JT take up position between my legs and guessed what was coming next. "She wants a taste of what Beth got. Who am I to say no?" JT explained, and I felt his tiny, 100 pound waif of a wife shiver as he buried his long cock inside her butt. "Stop. Just hold it there," she cried out to her husband, slowly growing used to her newest invader.

the same. I turned to Geral. “Geral, this is my wife, Crystal. Crystal, this is my friend—and soon-to-be business partner—Geral Buttole.” “Butthole?! ” she blurted, laughing obnoxiously. I shot her an angry look, but she kept laughing. “That’s such a funny name. Mr. Buttole… almost like Buttho—” “Okay, Crystal. That’s enough,” I cut her off. “Geral, I apologize for my wife’s insanity. Crystal, why don’t you go use the bathroom, like you said you wanted to? Mr. Butt—Buttole and I will be talking business, and I know how easily you get bored.” I nudged her toward the bar. Once she walked off, Geral leaned closer. “Your wife is… interesting, my friend.” “She is,” I muttered sarcastically. I pr

Laura also didn't know what she could do to increase that. When in doubt, do what you can. Win the small battles and break the big battles down to conquer the hill. That has always been the Dirt Queen's life motto. It has never failed her before and it wouldn't fail her now either. "Let's start with cleaning, this place is a pigsty!" she decided. Although Laura's understanding of XP sharing was slightly wrong, the system did not correct her. Sharing XP only meant that while she levelled up a wife skill, half the XP will go to the wife skill and the remaining half will be shared among the rest of her purchased skills evenly. The system was also smart. It didn't want to let Laura get away with

The stocks, the bonds, the accounts I'd barely had four years to enjoy before the cancer came. "He'll take care of everything," I whispered, more to convince myself than Whitmore. "He's my husband. He loves me." Whitmore's silence spoke volumes, but he gathered the documents without argument. He'd tried to talk me out of this three times already. Suggested trusts, stipulations, safeguards. But I was tired. So tired. And I wanted to believe that my life hadn't been as lonely as it felt in this sterile hospital room. "There is one more thing," I said, my voice cracking. "My last wish. I want to see Adrian. One more time. At the estate."

"Much better to have a diaper on than a different man inside you every day, isn't it?" "This level of projection is crazy. Like you're not inside a different woman every day. You must be a walking STD at this point." "Says the woman who couldn’t even stay faithful to the man she married," I said, feeling anger bubbling in me once again. "Coming from the man who paraded his mistress around a gala while his wife was there. You didn't even have the decency to hide your affair," she bit back. "So you're so much better just because you kept yours hidden?" I moved the gun from her forehead to her neck.

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.

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.