The Wife Is First Novels & Stories

She could, but he couldn't. Enjoy.. ****** There is wife watching and then there is wife watching. They sound the same, but they are way different. The first one for example, is watching your wife spread herself for some one else while you either participate or hide in the closet. The second one is watching some one else's wife do the same thing while hiding in the closet. I've done both and I loved doing both; I just hope that I'll be able to do it again.

He sat on the edge of her bed, bracing himself for the scolding he knew was coming. “You know,” Grandma began, fixing him with a stern look, “you’re the first man I’ve ever met who would abandon his wife right after marital activities to go and work. That’s not how things are done, Alexander. You need to prioritize Aria. She’s your wife now, and she deserves your attention.”

"Rosalie, where's Damian?" Rosalie slowly looked up. "He's at the villa." Celine was Rosalie's best friend and our mutual friend from college. "Then, why isn't Damian answering my calls?" Celine asked. Rosalie gave an indifferent smile. "How would I know?" Compared to Rosalie's calm demeanor, Celine appeared anxious. She grabbed Rosalie by the collar and said, "Rosalie, you're his wife. If you don't know, then who does?"

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

She was small, energetic, and carried herself with the unmistakable confidence of someone who had earned the right to ignore her age. “There you are.” She embraced Elena warmly before stepping back. “I was beginning to think those important meetings had stolen you.” “They tried.” Elena laughed. “But I escaped.” Only then did the older woman notice Adrian. Her eyes narrowed with theatrical suspicion. “And who is this handsome stranger?” Elena looked momentarily uncertain. “This is my husband…” She paused almost imperceptibly before finishing. “…Adrian.” The hesitation lasted less than a second. It still reached him. Mrs. Alvarez welcomed them inside without another question.

“A good wife never says no to her husband.” Oh. So that’s where this was going. I barely stopped myself from scoffing. Instead, I pressed my lips together and kept my expression neutral, even as irritation started bubbling in my chest. You just open you mouth and let whatever shit you have in your head come out. “Lucas is a strong man,” the first woman continued, “but even strong men need a soft place to land, that’s where you come in. A wife should always be available to her husband, no matter what.I'm sure his people told you that when you both hot married. Poor Lucas, he must be suffering. Now I regret asking him to not marry Lady Santoro after her husband died, she was willing to give hi

Immediately, they looked away and I felt my wife stiffen as she put her hand atop mine and looked at me with a too sweet smile. “What are you doing?" She asked. “Staking my claim on my wife," I replied. “Unfortunately for you, there is no claim to stake," she said as she joined her hands with mine and pulled off my hand from her thigh. By now, she must know that the guest are looking at us and she's appearing very disobedient to them. In our world, a woman's obedience is ranked highly and if she isn't careful, her disobedience will have dire consequences on her. I waited to see what she would do and was shocked. She put my palm on her lip and kissed it, whilst looking at me before placing it

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag

The venom in her voice wasn’t even subtle. My shoulders dropped slightly as I turned to face them fully. The first woman, clearly the wife, looked at me with that familiar mix of insecurity and rage I had seen in too many rich circles. I knew the type. Desperate to control what couldn’t be controlled. Namely, their husbands’ wandering appetites. “I see we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot,” I said calmly. “I was only exchanging pleasantries with your husband.” The shorter-haired one stepped forward, tone sharper now. “It didn’t look that way from where I was watching. People easily disappear here. I’d hate for that to be your fate.”

Adrian sighed, placing the box into the woman’s hands before stepping forward. “Rosemary… you shouldn’t be here.” “Shouldn’t be here?!” She fought to steady her voice. “I am your wife! I have every right to know why my husband is flaunting his love for another woman in public!” The whispers grew louder. Phones were raised, recording the scandal. The woman in red smirked. “Maybe because I am his first love, while you… were just a late arrival.” “Silence!” Rosemary shot her a burning glare. “I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to my husband.”