Seduction Of Wife Novels & Stories

I drop the fake whimpering instantly, my voice turning flat, venomous, and dangerously sharp. "You called me—your husband—to deliver a threat because of a glorified grease monkey? Is he really that good in bed, Violetta? Is that what this is? Has a few weeks in a cheap loft completely degraded your standards to the point where you're begging for a man who smells like exhaust fluid?" A sharp, audible breath hitches on her end of the line. I can practically feel the wave of disgust rolling through the phone, but before I can double down on the insult, her voice cuts back in, lower and deadlier than I have ever heard it in my entire life.

, he says with a sad pout but his eyes held mischief. She clenches her jaw and hovers on him this time taking him fully surprised. "My dear husband, it was you who seduced me for a kiss. So, now don't play all innocent at all! Anyways I know you were dying for it from long ago", she says with a smirk and he gasps in amaze. "Hmmm.... feisty!", he replies as if more in a complimenting way. "I'm everything which you can't even imagine, dear husband. Feisty, fierce, submissive, dominant, caring, loving and lot more which you'll slowly get to know", she says and gets down of him and bed.

And the evidence that I'm just another fool who succumbed to the seduction of someone who only needs to reset power. Do I condemn him? Of course! But only because he hid that he was married. Also, where is his wife? For some reason, her imagination portrayed her as a slender, graceful brunette, with long hair, a seductive smile, probably somewhat similar to Viola, but many times better.

"My apologies. Now listen to me. What I'm about to disclose to you is the secret to a sweet marriage. You know men need three things in their lives. Food, true love and sex. If a man gets a lady who's a great cook, loves him and good in bed...trust me... he'll never let go" "For real? So, you're saying to capture my husband's soul, I have to make out with him? That's nice but it won't be possible. Trust me. He dislikes me and won't come close to me. We only hold hands during family events or when we attend parties. He won't do that. So it's not possible" "And who said it's impossible? It's very possible, trust me. No guy can stand series of seduction and seeing his wife nakedness. No man"

And he was bare-chested, she could see his strong and muscular upper body in front of her eyes! “Don’t you remember what happened last night, Cherry?” His voice was more like a whisper, husky and passionate. “You pulled me to bed. You seduced me, saying you’re cold, asking me to warm your body. And you moaned in pleasure as we kissed….” Siena felt her heart beat faster as if it wanted to jump out of her chest. No! That was impossible! Had she lost her mind? Ah, she remembered taking too much sake! Then her head felt heavy and….

They both were acting like marriage was a trophy to be held, like they haven’t gotten into any argument with their partners or encountered different challenges, or one threatening to divorce the other. I know a lot about the Whites, Sasha shouldn’t test me or I will open that book. Someone who her husband has another woman elsewhere is here been worried, her news were all over, right when I was still Salome, I easily got rumors on this women who acted holy in public but wild in private. You would be surprised to know what Sasha has done and many other women as well. “Would you two excuse me, I would like to visit the rest room” I politely took an excuse and they both allowed, escaping this n

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

“You seduce him.” I blinked, startled. “What?” “You heard me,” she said with a small laugh. “Sage, men like him don’t just need a partner—they need someone who matches their strength. Someone who’s not afraid to show them that they’re just as powerful. Dress up, look stunning, and show him what he’s missing by ignoring you. Make him see that you’re not just his wife by title, but that you’re worthy to be his wife in every sense of the word.”

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.