Swapping Wives Stories Novels & Stories

Within an instant, Catherine shot to her feet. The chair legs scraped across the floor with a piercing screech. “No! Simon, listen to me!” She turned to my parents with a pleading look before turning back to me. “Robert, we’ve been working together for many years. Divorce will only hurt both sides. Georgia’s only temporarily infatuated with that kid. I’ll teach her a lesson when I get back!” Jane snorted. “Catherine, looking at all the arranged marriages in our circle, no one can put up with such a disrespectful marriage! We’ve shown you enough respect!

Sofia’s P.O.V Roman stared at me for a moment. I gulped. “I-I was just— “ Within minutes, his hand reached and grabbed my waist. He pulled me to him, and I slammed into his chest. He shut his eyes before he placed his lips against mine. My eyes widened, but when I remembered I was his wife now I let him. My lips gave way, and his tongue slipped in. His tongue found mine, and they circled for a minute. One hand pressed against my back, and the other tightened the grip he had on my waist.

I knew in an instant that the man before me was Dominic—my husband in this lifetime. In my past life, I had seen Dominic several times at the Romano famiglia's social gatherings. I knew he always acted the part of a womanizer, engaging in frequent dalliances, but I didn't expect the wedding to turn into such a farce. Dominic raised his hand, and part of the crowd that had been heckling immediately cleared out. "You're not actually planning to marry this woman, are you, Dominic?" I looked toward the voice, my eyes falling on the blonde woman with blue eyes nestling in Dominic's embrace.

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?"

The lively chatter fell into instant silence, while his voice rang clear and commanding. "Tonight, I'm not here to tell a fun story. I'm here to talk about a case of swapped identities and a betrayal that has stunned the city of Bergdorf." The words instantly drew the attention of everyone in the crowd. On stage, the color drained from the faces of the three. The performer spoke fluidly, vividly recounting a tale of babies secretly switched at birth. A true daughter cast out to suffer, and a false daughter raised in luxury. He spoke of how the imposter later had an affair with the true daughter's husband, and how the family conspired to frame the amnesiac rightful wife as nothing more than a

' I made a face as my wolf purred that in my mind. 'What's there to cause confusion, Verity? It's clear as crystal. Don't you remember what Sam said. His mother was sent to different men every other day by his father forcibly. And this mail regarding flesh trade business among rich men... It clearly states that the wives are being passed around. It's not just about pleasure, they've also involved money. They pay each other after using their wives.' ‘This is nasty but it makes sense in their world. Instead of arranging women from outside, they've come to take each other's wives. And since in our world a woman is her husband's possession, they're openly tossing them around.’

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

She said proudly. "But I want to call him my husband because I love him! I want to call him my husband because he loves me! I want to be married to him, because what we have is real, not because I want to hold on to a title... He told me to leave! He kicked me out of my house, our house, a place we were supposed to have our family. Now he has in there another woman. He is going to raise his family with her!" I said shaking my head because what she said just didn't make sense to me right now.

"Instead of confronting him immediately, I decided to test him. To see what kind of man he really was. So I pretended to have amnesia. That I couldn't remember anything." "Wait, what?" A woman near the front looked confused. "She faked it?" someone else said. Grace continued. "And you know what my husband did when he thought I couldn't remember? He didn't comfort me. Didn't take care of me. He SWAPPED me." "Swapped?" Multiple voices. Confused. "He gave me to his brother Aiden. Told everyone that Aiden was my real husband. Not him. All so he could live openly with his mistress without anyone questioning it."

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River