Share My Wife Stories の小説・ストーリー

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.

"I had heard that the wife eats food after the husband. And in my case did I have my dinner or not she doesn't care about it at all. When I reach home late at night, she went to sleep having her food. Doesn't even wait for me. In the past, People use to give the status of God to the husband and in this era, wives do not even consider us as human." Sharad put his painful story in front of us. And I was listening to their story with enjoyment. As I don't have any story to share with them. "And my girlfriend loves to spend my money like water. She is a very very demanding person. Always insist to take her shopping. And she is dying hearted fan of jewelry. Whenever she goes on shopping with me

I am married,that to a innocent soul. She is My wife. My Wife. It sounds alien to me. But I have to reveal everything about me. I can't ruin her life keeping her in dark. I have to share my secret to her which I hidden from my family. Then only I can move forward my life with her. Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. Sounds cool to me. ----------

“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!”

she added. Sasha sighed, its not like she doesn't want to share but that nothing actually happened, if she should tell them that her husband actually gave her three rules on their wedding night, they will not believe her and besides, she can't get herself telling anybody that "well" she looked at their expectant eyes, come on Sasha, it's not like you are a virgin, find a story and tell them, she thought "he actually did more than I expected." Hey words actually got them leaning more closer to her, their eyes were shining like that of a two year old promised a candy if she got something right, she chuckled "he kissed me."

she says pointing at Mr kings, G mama and the man that calls himself my father. “Do you all have any idea of what it was like for me to struggle and sweat for my husband love and not get it, Only for my husband to go running to her at the snap of her finger?” She questions. “Do you all know what it felt like for me to eavesdrop on my husband’s conversation when Jayden Connor and his business wife’s marriage was announced that year?” She adds to her question. “You guys have no idea right” she questions and suddenly starts to laugh like a maniac, making us stare at her in shock.

Husband and wife experience a renewed sexual awakening. Enjoy.. *********The following is a true story about how I got to know my wife after twenty years of marriage. My wife Lisa is a beautiful woman. We have known each other since 3rd grade as we both grew up in the same small Texas town. I can honestly say that I have been in love with her since I first saw her. It started out as a puppy love crush then advanced to dating and finally marriage after we left college. Now twenty odd years later she still has the same cheerleader figure. At 5'7" and 128 lbs with dark brown she looks more like a thirty year old hottie than a forty-three year old mother of two.

"Have you heard? The Ice King Daniel Crusher married some young girl - bet she's after his money." "That marriage won't last - he's way too cold to keep a young wife happy." "Word is she had a thing with his brother before landing him." That was the kind of gossip making the rounds in their social circles, and Camila heard every whisper.

I just nodded. “How about we just take a minute.” I shook my head. “It can’t be that bad.” I nodded. It definitely was that bad. “If I had a dime for every time my wife wanted to leave me, I would have a skycraper full of dimes. If I had a year off my life for every time she wanted to kill me because I did something stupid, I probably would’ve been dead before I was born.” I sniffed. “It can’t be that bad. I think over the 30 years I’ve been married, my wife has run to her sister, her mother, or her sister-in-law 15 times, and we’re the happiest couple that I know!”

"Why won't she let you open your own pillow?" Mason asked. He pushed his lunchbox aside, sending crumbs scattering across the desk. I said, "My mom told me not to touch it either. The tone of her voice on the phone would've given you nightmares." "A mother and wife teaming up to keep the husband in the dark," Mason said, slamming a hand on the table. The young lady at the next cubicle jumped and looked up. Mason continued, "I've been through this three times. It's always calm before the storm."