Swap My Wife Novels & Stories

Wade said. “Yes, I am the woman everyone is talking about. I am Sarah Washington is?'' Wade pointed at her," Yes, this is my wife.'' I kissed her and rubbed her stomach. We are going to be expecting our third child. I smiled at my wife, kissed her nose, whispered in her ear, I love you! She giggled and moved away from my reach. "Oh No! You don't, you. I grabbed her, and I was spinning her around; she was laughing, and I was laughing. We stop spinning," I love you too, big Mario"

"Derek—look. She got married. To someone else." On the screen was Megan's social media post from ten that morning. She was in a white blouse, beaming, leaning against a man's shoulder. His face wasn't visible, but both of them held up their marriage certificates. Derek's mouth opened. Nothing came out. His hands started to shake.

Our marriage was on the skids until my wife role-played her fantasy of being my Dominatrix My wife, Freya , and I had been married nearly ten years. We had been happy, our sex life had been good, and finances secure. But lately, the spark was gone. It used to be that when we had sex, it was exuberant, frenetic, sweaty, fuck-till-you-drop raunchy humping. Now, the sex was routine. It was the same thing every time, over and over. Nothing was new and it wasn’t exciting anymore.

I don't blame anyone but myself for being blind and loving the wrong person. "But what I never imagined was that my wife would help her lover secure his professorship by plagiarizing the thesis that took me six months to complete, and then hire online trolls to spread rumors and slander me." With that, I clicked on a video. "Here, I find myself grateful that my wife doesn't love me, because she never noticed that I have a habit of recording my entire thought process and writing progress whenever I work on a thesis. "Here, indifference has become the most direct evidence to prove my innocence. Of course, I also have several audio recordings and chat logs here. In them, both Anna and Josh admi

She finished her tale. "We swapped and fucked and sucked till we collapsed. We woke up in the morning, straight now. I leaned over and sucked Jack's cock. That got us going for another hour or so. Well, that was the beginning. We graduated, married, moved to the same town, and we've been swapping ever since." My fingers were wet, running up and down mom's soaked slit. She was panting, slowly masturbating me. She was staring at my cock. "What about Lauren?"

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

“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!”

I say. “No need, I will handle that,” he smirks, reaching into his jacket for something. His phone, and damn it because he calls Sofia, her phone rings in my pocket and he rises from his seat with a knowing smirk. “Would you look at that?” “No,” I shake my head. “I swear I'm not Sofia. This is her phone, I swapped phones with her this morning.” “Why?” “Because I needed to get some air without my guards and she agreed to stay home with me.” I lie, not wanting him in my business, he's already in Father's plans, I can't give him a front row seat to my marriage drama.

“You know this isn’t real.” Luna turned to him, her expression unreadable. “This is real, George. Accept it. I’m your wife now.” That word. Wife. It clanged around in his chest like a death knell. It should have been Emily. It was always supposed to be her. But now, he wore a ring that said otherwise. He looked at Luna again truly looked. She was beautiful. Strong. Calculated. But she was not the woman he loved. “What happens now?” he asked, the hollow ache in his chest expanding.

But that wasn’t what had me so turned on. It was the fact that I was getting fucked at the same time as another woman. Watching her take it, hearing her beg, feeling my own pussy clench around Roman, it was all so hot. “Do you want to swap?” the woman suddenly asked, voice shaky from the pounding she was taking. That made me freeze for a second. “Yeah, that would be hot,” her husband agreed. I felt Roman stop moving inside me. This was new. Completely unexpected. I didn’t know what to say… but I wasn’t against it either.