The Hunting Wives Book Novels & Stories

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

"Imagine if someone sees us," the woman whispered. "At this hour? Who's around?" the man replied. "Besides, who'd bother watching such a thing?" The village was small, and Tabitha recognized most of its inhabitants. But the couple before her were neither married nor lovers. The woman was the sister-in-law of the man, whose husband had been paralyzed in a fall two years prior. Unable to bear her loneliness, she had taken up with her brother-in-law. In the city, affairs were common—discovery might lead to divorce. But in the village, divorce was unheard of; if discovered, her punishment would be death.

The moment I pushed the door open, I stopped. A family dinner was underway, loud and lively. I ignored the stares and stepped in, eyes burning. "Olivia, did you tell my mom that our marriage is fake?" For a second, I still hoped she would deny it, say it was all a misunderstanding. She didn't. She met my eyes without flinching. "Yes. I thought you could get along with Randall, but you went too far. This is just a consequence." Whatever hope I had left broke apart. I let out a quiet laugh.

She expertly swirled her tongue over the underside of my cock when she felt my arriving. "YOUR FUCKING MOUTH." My cock began twitching violently as the first thick rope of cum poured right down her throat. She pulled away, licking her lips while more of My cum splattered across her lips, cheeks and breasts. She claimed me again, greedily swallowing the rest of my cum. With her eyes licked on mine, she sucked every last drop before pulling away. I dropped to the floor and picked her up, returning to the room. "Now, they're going to know that you are my wife."

Feby's mouth was half open because she heard the sentence that was considered quite strange. A normal woman who loves her husband very much would not be willing to be cuckolded. I don't know. That's what she could understand. However, Widya's situation was the opposite. Did her husband's first wife no longer have the same feelings as before? She wondered clearly. With his eyebrows knitted together and his forehead still furrowed, Feby ventured to speak up to resolve the curiosity in his heart. “Did you say thank you? Why?”

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

He had immediately gone to see Alpha Kincaid while his wife and tribe members were left with me. His wife, a slim tanned, and very pretty lady came to me. "Luna Adrienne," She bowed. "We brought gifts." She waved her hand behind her. Some of the younger boys carried a large dead animal. "We hunted it on the way here. I must say, my boys are very great hunters." I could see Helen, Chief Evian's wife ease closer. She looked at the dead antelope and poked it with her finger. She humphed and said, "Well it was a clean kill. I must give you that."

"It's the same on the ranch for the rifleman's club. We see the most visitors during breaks in March. Other than that, we get a few stragglers,mostly honeymooners and guy's trips" "I never understood Honeymooners going on a hunting vacation", she said. "To each his own, I guess". "Women In Taxas know how to handle a rifle",he said, and there was a disapproving quality to his tone. "And they like to shoot." "I know and I get it. But in your honeymoon? I can think of better things to do that shoot wild hogs", she said. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Colin's muscles tense. It dawned on her that he must be thinking about her own honeymoon. The one she never had and didn't want in the firs

“This isn’t what I was expecting at all.” “What is it?” Everly asked, her stomach tightening into a coil. “Well, we all thought that she had taken the book because it contained some sort of a way for her to reverse what Jack had done to make you into a wolf shifter, but it doesn’t. At least, that’s not what she was looking at.” “What was she looking at then?” Everly asked, not sure she even wanted to know at this point. “She was looking at… the similarities between the werewolf hunts and the witch hunts, and the means by which the villagers back in the time that this book was written went about putting each of those groups to death. This page is all about what was useful against each group.”