Thick Wife Novels & Stories

Our marriage was going from a WWE match to a lame video game. My husband was a workaholic earlier now he basically lived in the office. The days we meet face to face is very rare. I was burning in an inferno I haven't sinned but yet I was suffering maybe loving Dane Wellington was my sin and I ought to be punished for that sin. Fathima had unwavering faith in our marriage even when we didn't have any. She filled me in on Dane's where abouts. According to her a wife should know what her husband was upto. Though I didn't hear my sister's name in his schedule so Fathima is definitely missing my husband's complete time table for his to do list.

It was then I noticed that idiot making a pass at my so called wife and that damn stupid woman seemed to be enjoying it from where I stood and could see them. There was no way she was going to ruin this for me. Not after I've reached this far and so close to getting what I want. I kindly excused myself before walking to Joel and my wife who went by the name of Sierra. Her tastes were even more pathetic when it came to choosing men. Seriously? My useless brother of all people who couldn't keep his thing erect. I really had a dumb wife. No wonder dad chose her to be my wife.

Samuel's voice dripped with sarcasm. "What's there to be happy about? That girl got married and didn't bother to tell her own family. Winter says she's been Mrs. Charles for over six months now, but she kept quiet about it. Winter and I have been running around playing matchmaker while she's already tied the knot. It makes us look like total chumps. How can I be thrilled about having a daughter like that?"

This was my life and I had made peace with it. That's not me being dramatic. I mean it genuinely. I was thirty-two years old, a junior partner at Hargrove and Sloane, the legal guardian of a three-year-old who drew cats on everything, and I had not been on a date since the Obama administration. But I had a routine that worked. I had a daughter, not biologically, not legally in the strictest sense, but mine in every way that mattered — and I had a job I was good at, and I had an apartment with enough counter space to actually cook, which I had learned to value more than I ever expected.

“I’m his wife. Mother of his two kids.” The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. For a moment, everything went silent except for the low hum of the TV. My chest tightened painfully. “His… wife?” I whispered, looking at Richard. “You’re married?” He wouldn’t meet my eyes. The woman his wife stepped closer, her expression twisting into disgust. “Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you didn’t know. You think a man like him doesn’t have a family? The late nights, the ‘business trips’… you really thought you were special?”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

and that I wasn't experiencing those kinds of dreams once more. I couldn't help but wonder how my husband would feel when he learned that I was finally bringing him a treasure. Davis Gates, my spouse, is the only heir to the Gates Group and a third-generation billionaire. I have been trying hard every day to win his heart, even though he has been aloof and uninterested in me. Even though he has been distant from me, I have never considered abandoning our family. Now that I was expecting his child, my hopes for a change were even greater.

I whispered “Aren’t you?” One hand came up, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my cheek. The touch was startlingly gentle, a stark contrast to the hardness in his face. “You are my wife, In the eyes of the world. That makes you a target. And today, you handed him a glimpse of a soft underbelly, I don't like it”

His nuts slapped into my clit. Sparks flavored. My boobs swayed back and forth as he thrust into me. He plowed into my snatch. It was just so glorious. He rammed his large rod into my pussy. It was just amazing. He was so huge. So thick. So long. "I've never had such a big dick in me!" I whimpered. "Oh, wow. That's it. Shit, shit! Pound my young cunt with your big dick!" "Yes, yes, fuck her," whimpered the wife.