Thick Wife Novels & Stories

Every small motion screamed apology, yet it drew him in closer without him realizing. “And tonight...” she hesitated, voice barely audible. “What Marcus said at the club...” Adrian paused, noticing her fingers tighten around his sleeve. “He said your wife is more elegant than me,” she whispered. “I know he’s right,” she murmured bitterly, lowering her gaze. “She comes from a powerful family. I’m just... someone your family helped. A sponsored student.” Adrian’s eyes darkened, though he didn’t move immediately. A flicker of old hurt from years ago surfaced, just enough to remind him that some wounds never fully heal.

asked Benita in a voice that trembled shortly, shocked to see her best friend's recklessness. "Of course," replied Vivienne with an extremely tight hiss, a satisfied smirk carved on her chubby face. She leaned her full back against the bed backrest. "The caption is very clear: *'The legal wife of the Thorne clan fled from home because she could no longer bear the pain of seeing her husband's affair with his first love'*. The public loves drama like this, Benita."

He still stubbornly held me, which made me strike his face. At last, that managed to make him release me, but his eyes were still filled with determination not to let me go. I knew his unyielding nature too well. “Sir, I don’t know who she is. But touching someone else is a crime.” “You are my wife.” This crazy bastard. Now he was claiming me as his wife. I truly wanted to scream those words in his face, but I forced myself to control my breathing. “Your wife? Wasn’t she already dead? I don’t know who she is.”

Dad queried all of a sudden who is sitting in the center of the table on his wheelchair since he had a stroke. “I finished in Bachelor of Science in Business Administration, major in Marketing,” my Wife replied respectfully, and she immediately got her glass of water as nervousness get to her. I can tell that she’s getting nervous, so, I grabbed her hand under the table to calm her down or give her comfort a little bit. “Where do you live?” my elder sister questioned next, and I gave her a look because how dare she to interrogate my wife? “She lived in the Philippines, where we met. Please stop asking questions. Do not pressure her,” I spoke out so, they could stop asking my wife, who is hav

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

The menace in those words was not lost to Jasper. Thane? He is here, tired, but in one piece. Wrapping his big arm around my waist, he pulled me against his chest, “ I didn't remember that I invited you to my home? Nephew, why are you here?” He asks Jasper. “ Uncle, you can't possibly love that woman, s-she..” cutting him off, Thane said, “ What she is is my wife, you have a problem with that, I can help you solve it.” He took a step towards him, making it clear that he wasn't welcome here.

"Welcome home, sweetheart." "I'm sorry for returning late again." Thugh stretched a little, standing on her ties as she pulled my head down for a kiss. "It's okay, Festin. I understand you more than you give me credits for." "That is why you're my fresh mango. Thank you." My arm wrapped around her waist while the other pressing against her head, when I caught her lips and roughly kissed her silly, the witch cleared her throat and we quickly detached our bodies. Our breathings were ragged and I could feel the need to take my wife uo to our room and gave a good fuck with her. A while day without seeing Thugh was more like a feet on hot coals. There won't be oeace until you take them off.

"What's wrong son?" "I have the most generous wife in the world. The things she has done for me; from Lisa to Rhonda to Dawn to Zoe exceed all bounds. I could not love her more than I do. She gives me everything and I can't give her nearly as much as she gives me." I took a deep breath. "As a result of Mr. Thornhill's generosity, my wife offered to suck his cock if I would agree to it. At first I thought, 'Shit, yeah, what a great guy. I'd almost suck his cock myself, he's so fucking fantastic.' I told her 'you should have asked me. I would have told you yes.' Now I'm sitting across from you wondering if and when she'll ask again if she can suck your cock. I imagine her with her lips wrapped