Secret Play Wife Novels & Stories

My wife Cynthia Bolton's voice was soft, but her words hit my chest like a ton of bricks. I stared down at the floor, my mind racing as I tried to process what she'd just said. Seeing my sheer disbelief, Cynthia let out another sigh and explained calmly, "The night before the divorce went through, we didn't use protection. You and I weren't married yet, and it was all consensual. I'm sorry I kept it from you." Her words left my brain completely numb.

Sophia practically gritted her teeth as she squeezed those words out. "But do you know that the assistant you're holding onto is a married man? Wouldn't his wife be upset seeing you clinging to him like this?" Celeste feigned surprise, then said with a smile. "Of course, I know who his soon-to-be ex-wife is! If it weren't for the company's arrangements today, he wouldn't even be here. If you ask me, Ms. Monroe, you should be thanking me for bringing him!" Celeste knew exactly how to get under Sophia's skin.

"You're so annoying, Harold. Remember to turn off the camera by the bed. I don't want to be filmed." "Okay. After all, I only installed it for your useless husband and Sarah." The man actually dug out a hidden camera from the cabinet across the bed. Then, he started to undress Winona. Soon, the room was filled with Winona's lustful moans and the man's dirty talk. With a loud clatter, I locked the tablet. At that moment, I felt like a real clown. I looked up, meeting Sarah's eyes. To my surprise, I did not see any sign of derision or pity in them.

The woman doesn't know where to start to convey what her husband needs to know. Even though Justin was actually very curious, he remained calm and patiently waited for his wife to speak. Selena took a deep breath and then looked at her husband. "I've told you before, I suspect our son has another secret, it turns out that my guess was right and the secret that I found cannot be accepted by logic. Dear." The explanation given by his wife, to be honest, made Justin confused and curious at the same time. Something must have happened and it wasn't a good thing.

The reporters were clearly eager to pressure us and force us to reveal secrets ourselves. But just as I was about to get into the car, I heard someone’s voice that made me freeze. “Are you actually husband and wife?” Suddenly, everything around me turned into a dull buzzing. I couldn’t hear anything else except that question repeating over and over. Being husband and wife was a secret that didn’t need to be known by others. Even our marriage itself had been kept hidden. In the past, news about Sebastian having been married had once spread, but in the end it completely disappeared.

I felt panic well inside as she walked seductively towards me. "But, but I'm married," I protested as I pushed my chair back from the desk. She looked pointedly at the lump at my crotch causing my trousers to tent upwards. "Well, I suggest you don't tell your wife. I'm pretty sure none of the other partners tell their wives about what their SWs do for them. It can be our secret," she added as she knelt gracefully between my legs. "Why don't I start by using my hand, Kenneth, and then let's just see how it goes." She looked up at me with those big green eyes. My heart was pounding. I licked my lips and nodded at her.

But what they didn’t know in their curiousness was the bomb he just dropped. As soon as his words reverberated in the large hall, the media people had their jaws dropped to the floor. An evident mix of shock and surprise washed over their faces. “What?” That came out in chorus as everyone sitting over there gasped at the same time. The secret wife of Viaan Adams, the woman they had all been talking about and asking for two days was finally sitting before them for the last hour, narrating the story of the most talked about hidden marriage herself, and none one had an idea.

“So… when you say no one knows–” “You’re the only one,” I assure him. Taking my partially full plate, I step to a more secluded area of the room, hoping no one other than Cliff follows. He is right on my heels, but everyone else seems to understand that we are having a private conversation. Though we are still getting lots of curious stares, no one approaches as I continue. “Only Mr. Biglesbee and my mother share our secret.” “Really?” His dark eyebrows raise over amused chocolate orbs. “Well, isn’t that interesting? Not even….” He leans close to my ear before he whispers my husband’s name. “Grant?”

"Sierra just locked herself in the guest room. She won't even look at me. She thinks I got Vivian pregnant, Nigel. She thinks the whole three years were a setup." Nigel was quiet for a second. I could hear him shuffling papers on his desk. "Boss, look at the wording they used. They called her the 'Wellington Heiress.' The press thinks the secret wife is Vivian because she’s the one who’s been seen staying in your office. The public doesn't even know Sierra exists." "Yeah, because I kept her hidden like a fucking criminal," I muttered, bitterness coating my tongue.

“Remember Sophie? You dated her for, what, six months? No one knew until we caught you two making out in the library.” Wren laughed. “Yeah, and you had the nerve to act like we were the ones interrupting.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “And my mom found out and never stopped bringing it up. She still thinks Sophie was perfect for me—and that I should’ve married her.” “Exactly,” Jake said. “So no, man, hearing you had a secret wife? Not exactly shocking. You’ve always liked keeping your cards close to your chest.” Wren gave me a sly look. “The difference now is that the whole world knows your secret before we do.”