The Wife Is First Novels & Stories

On the other end was her husband’s frantic tone, “Mary, why aren’t you here yet?! The few important leaders brought their wives over, and you’re the only one who’s late! Don’t forget. You’re not the main character today! No! Come here this instant!” “Ah, hubby!” Mary said to her husband cutely, “I know I’m not the main character today, but which of the wives are prettier and younger than me today? Which of them have your rank? Although I’m not the main character, I should at least be in second place.” “What nonsense are you talking about?! Come here right now!” Sean was so angry he was about to scold his wife. Everyone sat there and looked at the cold tyrant seated in the most important part

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

“Layla, what can I do to make it go away, I don’t like these feelings when I see you with him, what should I do if you don’t feel the same, I am losing patience and it doesn’t make sense if I let you go and be with him, you are my wife and nothing, not even him can break us apart.” I expressed how I felt and wrapped her in my arms and we kissed as true lovers. I slid my fingers into her wet vaginal and for the first time I was touching my wife slowly when she moaned, I got so hard that I can make love with her out here but no, she is my wife and I need to respect her, she is not a whore I can just sleep with within any place. I whispered to her ears. "Dear wife, you are mine." She jumped on

I didn’t want to show her that I did feel like kissing her. “Are you ok? You look a little nervous,” I tell her, a little serious. She looked at me, a little confused. “Yeah, why did you do that? Is that what you do with all your gourds?” she tells me with some disappointment. “You can only have one mate for the rest of our lives, that woman will be our only Luna, the head of our pack, she complements our being, without her a wolf has no balance, the pack would have no balance, if a wolf’s mate dies, that wolf would be a solitary wolf for the rest of its existence,” I answer her with a lot of sincerity, since apparently, she believes that I am an inveterate womanizer, something that before I

We haven't danced and now the guest has almost left. Is that a tradition? What regular wedding is there without the husband and wife having their first dance? Is that the normal way right people do? Even those who don't spend half of what they did in this wedding do have their first dance. It's symbolic and I found myself wishing for it. Even though this isn't a normal marriage. Even though everything is a facade, I still want to feel it. I might never have a second chance at it. Just like the way mom does. "Life doesn't offer a second chance, it's either you get it at first or you don't. If you then see a second chance, look closely, it might be your actual first"

she said to me with an unfazed tone. "A friend?" I scoffed in disbelief, as I knew that she didn't have any friends, talk less of a male friend. She spends most of her time at home, so how on earth did she get a male friend who now takes her out? The thought of any man taking her out and spending time with her while we were still married only added to the anger that I was feeling. "And since when does a married woman have a male friend that makes her ignore her husband's call? " I thundered angrily at her.

And I’m not about to let some skank bitch take my husband. Period. I finish eating, clean up after myself, then head back outside. I sit with the kids for about an hour, staying out there just to avoid being inside with his family. But even while I’m out there… I’m still on her page. Still looking. Still thinking. And finally, I sigh to myself. “Yeah… I’m gonna get you, whore. You are gonna leave me and mu family alone, period. Women come and go, but the first wife is forever the only wife.”

"that you don't have to deal with my ex wife..as that never happened and also you are not my second wife.... But first and only wife" My cheeks heat up at our proximity and his words. "and I see it coming" he whispered again. "What!" "The look...of relief and the happiness of being the first."

The other woman, twenty-nine, had spent the last hour letting her foot rest against the first husband’s calf; her partner, thirty-four, had stopped pretending he wasn’t staring at the first woman’s mouth. The decision arrived without a formal speech. A longer look. A nod. The first husband leaned in and kissed his wife once, slow, then stood and offered his hand to the other woman. She took it. The second husband moved at the same time, settling onto the couch beside the first wife. The initial awkwardness lasted less than a minute. The moment each of them watched their own partner being touched by someone else, the last of the hesitation burned away.