Spoil My Errant Wife Novels & Stories

"I know I've made mistakes, Chloe. But I just want us to clarify things so you would know why you are leaving." This statement pissed me off, like really mad. "Wtf... are you serious right now, Aiden? You know what? You are just a coward, that's what you are." I could see the surprised look on Aiden's face, but I didn’t care. I wanted to just clear my mind right now. "Yes, you are a coward. Your wife was basically molested under your nose and what do you do? You throw her away like trash all because you don't want any stain on you as the throne is all you have in mind. Like what sort of insensitive man is that? I'm so ashamed to even call you my husband. And trust me, I swear this to you, yo

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.

"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.”

“Look, this was her back then. I went to her mother’s funeral. That poor woman walked in on Sloane sleeping with that thug in the house. She had a heart attack and passed away. “Her husband went off to the military. He was sent home due to his wounds, and he thought she had died of an illness. He raised their son on his own while being crippled. And guess what? She was living the good life overseas with that thug. Then, once the son grew up, he came back with her to swindle his father out of the house.” Charlotte’s voice was not loud, but everyone in the hall heard her. The women who were preparing for class exchanged glances.

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.”

A faint blush crept into his cheeks, and he looked thoroughly embarrassed. "I originally planned to give it to you on your birthday in a few days, but now it's ruined. The surprise turned into a shock, and also…" He glanced at the onlookers and dropped his voice to a whisper. "And now everyone thinks I actually went bankrupt and that my wife had to collect bottles to support the family." I fell silent. At the thought of the closet I'd emptied and sold back home, the way I'd sobbed my heart out over the phone, and then at this priceless island contract in my hands, a massive wave of shame washed right over 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!”