Novel & Cerita Spoil My Errant Wife

Eric asked sounding as if I just insulted his mum 'I didn't say anything out of the ordinary Eric. Your mum was being dramatic' I said raising my voice 'You will lower your voice this minute, you fool. Do you want to embarrass this family?' Eric's mum said l 'I can Just leave. I didn't want to come in the first place. You have your sex toy here. Why not present her as your wife for tonight?' I said starring Eric right in the eyes. I was tired of their insults and manipulations. 'I will gladly be his wife fool. Walk out and see what happens,' Adele said, smiling triumphantly.

From the way she winced and her thighs trembled, Eriantha for sure was too sore and I wasn't going to hurt her for the sake of pleasure. "My wife's too hungry, but temperance is the key Nectar, I was simply asking because, I wished to find out if you needed a warm bath or if a hot shower will do before we headed out for tonight's party. My naughty little wife seems to be in a mood for something else." I chuckled deviously. "Oh! It's so difficult to satiate a young wife." Eriantha's eyes widened and she smacked my arm, she was surely embarrassed and flustered for a change, "Who... Do you think you are fooling?" She tried to wriggle away but failed to slip from my clasp.

He pulled her close, whispering in her ears, “Somebody is becoming a rich, spoiled wife; who doesn’t want to spend time with her husband anymore, telling your husband to leave the house; are you waiting for another man?” She giggled, inhaling the oxygen to expand her chest as her pebbles greased against his ribcage. Her moist lips parted to answer him, “Yes, I am a rich, spoiled wife of a don. And going after his back with another man, I think it will be more exciting than anything else. After all, he is more interested in fireworks,” She smiled and pulled her earlobes gently, “What if he finds you with another man?” “Then I am sure he would kill me for betrayal, but I want to spend one nigh

"Apologize to me, or I'll send you back to your room." Sophia frowned. "Apologize for what?" "You tell me." "You're not still sulking over not getting clam chowder, are you?" Elliot snorted but remained silent. Sophia rolled her eyes. "You’re so petty." Elliot retorted, "You're my wife, so how could you forget to include your husband when you think about eating? Can I not expect that of you?" Sophia was speechless. "Mr. Elliot, our marriage is fake. It's all just for the show. Do you have to be so serious?"

Spencer, and he yelled in anger, “You clueless woman! Apologize to our son-in-law right now!” Mrs. Spencer had no idea what was happening, but the kick made her submit instantly. Before she could get up, she hurriedly apologized, “My dear son-in-law, I spoke out of turn! Please, go inside!” I finally stepped forward with satisfaction when I noticed the Grants and Xanders were watching this. At the dinner table, Mr. Spencer made no effort to hide his pride in showing off his son-in-law. Yet, three years ago, he and the rest of the Spencers had made my wedding a nightmare. It was almost ironic as I recalled it.

"Are you that afraid of letting me in? Afraid I'll see the bastard you had with that old man of yours? Or afraid your useless boy-toy will feel inferior when he sees me?" The insult to my son and my life stung, but I kept my face like stone. I needed him to believe the lie so he would walk away. "Yes," I lied, tilting my chin up. "My husband has a temper. It would upset him if he got the wrong idea about why you're here. Please conduct yourself accordingly." Eric's entire posture went rigid. A look of intense disgust flashed across his handsome features, and he let out a cold, mocking scoff. "Do you think I want to see it?" Eric growled. "A child born from a woman who betrayed me... I find i

"Sorry for your loss. By the way, why did you refuse the job offer when you knew you needed it so badly? Luther asked. "My wife was sick, she couldn't help herself she needed me by her side. But I failed her. I wasn't always there for her. I turned into a drunk the day I molested our girl" he said as another set of tears filled his eyes. This time he allowed them to drop down his cheeks. This usually occurs each time he recalls how he shamelessly molests his stepdaughter. This is one thing he will continue to regret every moment of his life "You did what!, Tell me that was not true," Luther exclaimed in disgust.

My holes gaped when they pulled out for a moment, red and swollen and leaking. My voice was raw from screaming their names and begging for more, my mind flooded with wild, untameable thoughts. ‘I’m John’s wife but I’m their slut now. I love how full I feel. I love being used like this. I was never meant to be pure—I was made for this corruption.’ John stroked himself faster, eyes wild with pride and lust, his cock leaking steadily. “That’s my wife. Look at you taking three cocks like you were born for it. Come for me again, Ava. Show me how much you love being ruined on our wedding night. Show me the dirty little whore I married.”

I turned up the volume slightly, listening to every degrading word that spilled out of their mouths. "Baby, you are so good," Chloe purred, her voice dripping with lust. She was lost in the moment, her face twisted in pleasure. "I’ve missed your touch so much," she continued, as if this was some grand romance rather than the sleaziest betrayal. Her words were shameless, like she had no remorse for the hurt she was inflicting on her so-called perfect marriage.

“I don’t want to see you with my husband again. I don’t care about how you gonna raise your child. I’ve disowned you.” I grabbed my bag and turned to leave. Then she spoke. “You think he loves you?” she sneered. “He doesn’t. He loves me. You were nothing but his trophy wife.”