Roleplay With Wife Novels & Stories

"Ok. Since we haven't had time for ourselves, I was hoping you'll just stay at home with me and we'll continue designing like we used to." "Ok then." Rodriguez gave her a smile and got ready for bed. She did the same and when she was comfy, she said, "And no phones. It always distracts you." "I surrender." Rodriguez remained awake until his wife drifted back to sleep. He really hoped Mrs. Contreras had a way to fix this or he would. *** Mrs Contreras paced around the room wildly and continued complaining to her husband on how betrayed she felt. "How did you even know she called them?" Her husband asked, sipping a cup of scented tea and being less concerned about what Ema had just done.

He asked for a hug which I gladly oblige. "I miss you wife!" He whispered then he kiss my temple. I softly hit him. "We're just together this morning!" He chuckled. “So what? I always miss you every seconds when you are not with me.” I rolled my eyes. "Liar!" I pulled him towards the sofa where the people who will do the costumes for the party is. "Good afternoon Mr. Ottave!" They said while giggling. I just shook my head. My husband is very handsome that’s why I’m so used to that kind of reaction.

I pulled back and giggled as I exclaimed that I couldn't go out dressed as I was, but my husband persisted in his attempt to lead me out into the open, telling me that I looked beautiful and sexy. "But what would anyone think if I should be seen," I exclaimed. "They'd think that you were a fabulous, sexy, sweet honey pot," my husband laughed. "Besides," he added, "no one is that close to our apartment. Let's fulfill one of our fantasies. We will roleplay, and you will play the role of a little fucking harlot." I laughed happily, enjoying the thought that I was described as a fabulous sweet honey pot and I would be playing a slutty harlot role.

I could imagine his expression perfectly. “Fine. You want the truth?” I asked, lowering my voice. “Yes,” he said softly. “Well… before I ever met you, I was looking for a wife,” I admitted. “Not a husband. A wife. That was the plan. But then you came along and everything turned upside down. The moment I saw your picture, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. When you barged into my office instead of your sister, something inside me just… shifted. I call you Wife because you’re the one I’ve been waiting for all this time. It’s not about making you sound feminine. It’s about the role you’ve taken in my life. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

I kicked him on his shoulder while making him look at me with wide eyes. "This is our time as a husband and wife." "Stop talking about others and let me love you and give me love back!" I rolled my fingers on his chest while sucking his lower lip with my tongue before pulling his lip between my teeth. He let out a moan in my mouth while clenching my hair in his fist before pulling my head up and flipping me against the bed. "I LOVE TO ROLE THE HUSBAND, BABY!" He pressed my lip between his fingers while spreading the wave of heat through my cleavage area down to my vagina.

I said looking at him in a challenging manner. "Fiorella, don't challenge me, because you know perfectly well what can happen to you , tonight I don't want any complaints , only smiles and kisses, let everyone see how you enjoy when I caress your body, not one more regret, you understood, the perfect wife that's your role and I want you to play it to perfection." he said getting too close to me. "That's the biggest lie of my life, the best role I know how to play, after pretending so many times, it comes totally natural to me" I said with a sarcastic smile on his face.

she teases, her laughter infectious. I playfully narrow my eyes at her, attempting to salvage my pride. "Uh, well, Colin usually fixes it for me." Fiona steps closer, still chuckling, and I can't help but be captivated by the way her laughter fills the room. She expertly untangles the mess I've made, her fingers working with grace. All the while, I find myself staring at her, admiring the effortless beauty that is my wife. It’s been a few days since we got back together and still, every single day, her presence awes me like she’s here for the first time.

Close enough to see the fear starting to creep into her eyes. "He's my husband, right?" My voice was quiet, deadly calm. "That's what you just said. My husband." She opened her mouth, but I cut her off. "Then how come you're the one playing the wife role? Staying up all night with him. Cooking his meals. Cleaning his room." I tilted my head, letting my smile turn cruel. "If you want the position so badly, Isla, you better step up your game. From now on, you make his meals. You clean up after him. You do everything a good little wife should do."

When I didn't say anything, he sighed and leaned back against the chair while rubbing his temples. Finally, I managed to get on his nerves. "Take it away, I'm not eating this." "B-But I made it with so much love...as a loving wife." I deliberately added 'loving wife' only to see how he would react. He paused for a good few seconds before snapping his gaze up at me. "Are you fucking mocking this roleplay?" He asked with a little frown, and I quickly lowered my gaze. "How dare I?" I asked, pressing my lips together to stop myself from smiling.