Real Hot Wife Stories Novels & Stories

, he said and left. "Mr. Karan Kundra.. now you will see how everything you have will be mine and you will be left with nobody. I will take every single thing you have including that pretty beautiful wife of yours who has an amazing business skill. But don't worry she will not be my partner but my whore for life", he seethed flashing a sadistic smile.

He looks expensive. "Yeah, I see him." I say "Well, that's my husband. We had a fight at home, and now he's trying to make me jealous." "Is this a thing now? Like a trend for couples?" I ask, unable to wrap my head around it. "Oh, no, not at all. We just happened to be with weird partners." She says easily and laughs. "My name is Carol." She says, observing me. "What's your name?" "Uhh... My name is Barry" I respond, trying not to tear my attention from Violet.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

A LOVING HUSBAND AND A BIRTHDAY PRESENT 1 I knew exactly what my wife needed for her birthday. For years I had watched Elena, my beloved wife, lose herself in gay p**n. The first time I caught her, she was on our bed with her legs spread obscenely wide, three fingers buried deep in her soaked pussy while she pinched and pulled her heavy tits. On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor.

“Nah. Man…he’s so fucking hot” “That, I agree. Tell me. I’m in for the juice” “Bitch, he’s good at it” “Good at what? “Come closer” “Oooh! Confidential. Ha, ha. Tell me babe” “Damn, he’s good at hitting the G spot. He’s wife goes moaning loudly but in a def demure way. Guess what? “What? Tell me all of’em. Don’t hide nothing from me”

“So… congrats on your new accomplishment, this means I’ve gotten a new hangout spot whenever I’m stressed.” “Speaking of being stressed, what do you do?” “Well, I’m a manager at the famous M’Hotels, and I’m doing pretty great. “ “Really?” “Yeah really.” “How about you join me as my wife, let’s rule this large empire together.” I was dumbfounded for a little while. Did I just hear him correctly? “What?” “Yes Adina, make me the happiest man on earth and be my wife, you should know how long I’ve bottled this inside, and now I’m coming in the open to say this…”

I read the text of the email, and the world seems to tilt on its axis. “Meet the real Violetta,” the message begins. It goes on to detail a sordid narrative I don't recognize. It claims that my divorce isn't a result of my husband’s betrayal, but my own. It says I have been in a long-term, clandestine relationship with the man in the photo. It claims I moved to this city not for a career, but to continue an affair that began months ago. It paints me as a calculated cheater who fled my home state to hide my infidelity while draining my husband’s assets.

"Don't let it go to your head!" "Too late," Liam whispered teasingly, his warm fingers casually reaching down to slide into mine, locking our hands together in front of Anna. "It's already there." Anna smirked knowingly, raising her champagne glass toward us. And as I stood there in the backstage lounge, flustered, embarrassed, and completely flushed under my husband's intense, undivided gaze, I realized there was no escaping it anymore. He had me—completely, utterly, and undeniably. ***