Thick Wife Novels & Stories

He looked like he could murder someone, and Tabitha knew she had gotten him. " Oh wait a minute! " Tabitha gasped, placing a finger on her lips with a teasing expression. " Is your wife also as ugly and fat as a pig? " She dabbed the steaks. " You know nowadays getting a pretty woman as a wife is almost so Impossible. " " We have only the pigs and the gold diggers left and I can bet on a million dollars that you probably got married to one. " " It's either she is a pig..." She paused, raising the fork. " Or she is a bloody gold digger from the pit of hell. "

As he stormed down the hallway, his feet pounding the floor like a drumbeat, Nathan's momentum sent him crashing into someone, his arms flailing wildly as he struggled to regain balance. The impact sent shockwaves through his body, but it was nothing compared to the seismic jolt that hit him when his eyes looked up, locking onto a face that made his heart nearly skip a beat. Natasha. His ex. ***** Nathan's eyes narrowed with surprise as he gazed at Natasha who was dressed in a Alexander McQueen brown suit, his mind racing with questions. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm here to offer my support, Nathan," she cooed, “And to your sister too. I heard what happened an

“Billionaire CEO Lucian Dhark wins legal battle against wife.” “The law is the law: Claire Dhark to receive just one million after the collapse of five years marriage to Dhark” I opened a comment thread next, against my best judgement. “One million after five years of being married to a multi-billionaire???” “Didn’t he also cheat on her? This feels unfair…” “Are we supposed to feel bad for her? It’s not like she was part of the company anyways.” I locked my screen after reading enough. They weren’t defending me.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

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.

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

Summary: I thought I was playing cards with our new neighbors. Instead, I watched my wife strip for three Black cocks and it was only the beginning. •••• Gareth's Pov~ I had no idea that my wife’s biggest fantasy was to get fucked by dark-skinned men until we moved into a new neighborhood. For years I thought Marina and I had a solid marriage. I thought I knew every corner of her body, every secret in her head, every desire in her heart.

Summary: I thought I was playing cards with our new neighbors. Instead, I watched my wife strip for three Black cocks and it was only the beginning. •••• Gareth's Pov~ I had no idea that my wife’s biggest fantasy was to get fucked by dark-skinned men until we moved into a new neighborhood. For years I thought Marina and I had a solid marriage. I thought I knew every corner of her body, every secret in her head, every desire in her heart.

When he pushed two thick fingers inside her and curled them against her G-spot while sucking hard on her clit, she came hard, biting her lip to stifle her cry. He stood, freeing his thick, heavy cock from his trousers. Without warning, he pushed her forward, bent her over the ornate chaise lounge, and thrust into her in one deep stroke. Isabelle cried out at the sudden stretch. He was big , thicker and longer than her husband. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He gripped her hips and started fucking her with hard, relentless strokes, the wet slap of skin echoing in the small room. “Such a tight little married pussy,” he growled, one hand fisting her hair. “Does your husband fuck you like th

She might be soft in certain matters but stood firm when someone picked on her husband. “Mr. Thompson, my husband gifted me this shop. We don’t need your money! He’s hardworking and takes care of the family now, giving me what he earns. From what I see, he’s the best husband in the world! “So please watch your words next time. Stop judging others with your old standard!” Nicholas blinked and carefully examined the girl in front of him. He hummed a while later, saying, “Pretty, it’s not that my standard’s old. It’s that your husband’s really awful!