The Wives Novels & Stories

Lori's tits were bouncing in rhythm to the pounding her pussy was receiving. By this time, Rosa was riding Dave's cock, fucking her best friend's husband. Carlos looked over at Dave smiling with Dave responding with a knowing nod. They were both okay with fucking each other's wives. Dave then flipped Rosa over fucking her with her legs over his shoulders just like Carlos was fucking his wife. The men kept looking over at their spouses getting fucked by another man without a twinge of jealousy. Dave and Carlos had been hoping, planning, and plotting for this moment for a long time and both were thrilled it was finally happening. It was obvious their wives were enjoying getting fucked by some

"Who are you calling the other woman? Anna is my wife. She was the one I married." Wilson moved to stand by me, his hand finding my shoulder. "Rowena, enough with the drama, okay?" It was a relief to hear him defend me, but the way he scolded Rowena, trying to hold back his anger, it still felt like he was taking sides. Suddenly, he seemed like a stranger to me. Maybe the love we had was just a mirage, nothing more than the sweet phase every couple goes through at the start. "What did you just say?" Rowena was even more shocked by Wilson's declaration than by the slap. Her eyes were huge as she pointed at me, her voice shaking. "You say she's your wife? Then what am I? We're married!"

"I know you don't want to, but I need a second opinion and you're the only one here. I'll buy you a new set too. No arguments, you can't keep wearing those awful granny pants you insist on. I do want you to get married one day baby and I'll have failed you if I don't help you keep your husband interested, you don't want him to start cheating on you the way William did throughout his whole marriage. His wife's lost everything now, just because she couldn't keep his attention away from the other women throwing themselves at him." I bite into my own panini so I don't have to respond. We don't agree on the causes and blame when it comes to cheating. The married men she used to bring home with he

The doors finally shut on Victoria’s architectural smile and I ride down seventeen floors alone with the word pressing against the inside of my skull like a headache that hasn’t fully arrived yet. Wives. She said wives. She said it the way you’d say employees or clients or assets – a category of people who are managed, whose behaviour is optimised, whose presence is calibrated to serve a function that somebody else defined. I walk to my car in the underground parking garage and sit behind the wheel but the engine doesn’t start because my hand is on the key but my fingers haven’t turned it. I sit there in the concrete silence with the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and the word wives and

Katina says. "I would love too," I say to her I turn to Luca and Whisper in his ear "I gonna try to find out from one of these wives who shot up our wedding," "Be careful," he says and kisses my temple and before I leave I say "Niko" and leave. "how long have my husband and yours know each other," I ask Katina "Oh they've know each other for a while their quite loyal to each other I do want to warn you about some of the other Mafia wives their a little Bertel some of them not all of them of course," she says

I heard Chris warning them on the table as I was playing with Liam. “No one, and I mean no one, should ever pose stupid questions to my wife again. Is that clear? You idiots can’t even keep your useless wives under control. My wife is ten times smarter than these fools you call wives. You’ll never be able to compare my wife to these cretins. Get your wives under control, fools.” Nothing was mentioned. Another lady was approaching me. “Hi,” she stated. “Hi.”

> "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

I tell her. She frowns. “What’s up…” “I need Simone Wells. David’s brother wants to hire someone to be his Fiancée until he gets his promotion…" I explain. Her frown deepens. “And you’re sure Simone could, do it?” she asks. “She’s one of the only women we have that could pass as a doctor’s wife…” I remind her. “Rather send in. Quinn Daily.” She says. I bite my lip. Quinn was gorgeous, long blonde locks, sea blue eyes her entire face was made to be a model. The only problem we had with her was that her clients always fell in love with the role she played.

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.

Who would believe Adrian De Luca the number 1 business tycoon in both London and new York would be so restless about a woman. Well not just any woman as the woman is his Wife.