Novel & Cerita Twitch Wife Book

"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!"

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

She pulled herself back and wiped her tears before saying her makeup is waterproof and won't come out even if she gets into the swimming pool now and they both laughed together. Her eyes darted to the decorations she made again prepared for them the same he did last night and slightly hit her forehead. He looked at her with amusement for a sec and then darted his eyes to the direction she was looking at. "Ah... I just forgot to see the beautiful arrangement which is for sure nothing near my dear wifey. As you may not know, my wife is the prettiest and most beautiful lady in this world. And guess what I got lucky to have her all myself", he said pulling her to himself in one jerk and she gasp

My fingers found the edge of her towel as I pulled it off her allowing it to fall silently at her feet My hand moved over her tits, grabbing and fondling it hard. 'It's not as firm as the one I touched six years ago,' my stupid mind chimed in, making me squeeze harder on my wife's boobs, eliciting a whimper from her. Yes, Tilda fucking disgusts me, which is why I have never fucked her when I am sober, but why does every part of her body seem to be imprinted on my head- why do I have to remember how firm her boobs were when touching my wife's own? She is a whore, a gold digger, a fucking whore who opens up her legs to anyone

TO fight this feeling but its so fucking hard and looking at her eyes water from taking me so deeply has me ready to explode. My hand begins to twitch as I mute my end. I have to turn the camera and turn in now. I slide the screen to it faces the bookcase and I lean my head back as I thrust inside her mouth. Down her throat over and over trying to limit the noises I make. I look down at my wife trying to swallow my load. She better not leave a mess.

Tasha became my escape from the loneliness and neglect I felt in my marriage. Mary, my wife, had been a loyal and devoted partner. She had always supported me until her whole life became consumed by work. I knew deep down that I was betraying her trust by sleeping with her kid sister but I couldn't help it Because Tasha... Tasha was like a drug I couldn't resist. Her mere presence ignited a fire within me, a passion that I had longed for but never found in my marriage. She filled the void that had grown between Mary and me, and I found solace in her arms.

Thankfully, Zivon was able to dodge in time, and after raising a slight brow, he was prompted to say, “Drink a bit slower…” Watching as the worried man began patting her back, Xavia couldn’t help but squint. Was he seriously not aware that he was the reason why she had accidentally spat out all that fruit tea?! Shaking her head, she then took the book from Zivon’s hand to read its header… ‘Pleasing your pregnant wife down to her soul. During pregnancy, women tend to be less sexually active. Here are a few tricks to-’ Slamming the book shut, the embarrassed woman then grabbed another book from Zivon’s pile… and to her dismay, this one was titled, ‘Getting your pregnant wife high.’ W-what were

He loosened the buttons near the wrist of his shirt once before his eyes settled on me first. And instantly, his expression hardened slightly. “You look upset.” The simplicity of the statement nearly made my throat tighten embarrassingly fast. Before I could answer, Chloe spoke first. “She saw the articles.” Drake’s gaze shifted toward Chloe slowly then toward Vivian. “What articles?” Chloe picked up her phone casually. “Apparently your wife is a manipulative gold digger destroying men emotionally across the city.” The silence afterward turned sharp instantly. Drake held his hand out calmly. “Phone.”

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“He doesn’t deserve to be with you, Sandra.” As I heard what he said, my jaw tightened. He truly wanted Cassandra, and his actions could even be called the actions of a madman. I quickly stepped toward them. “You’re still trying to force my wife!?” I immediately grabbed his hand, pulling that insolent hand away from Cassandra and pushing Cillian back. This rough action surprised Cassandra, but that man clearly wasn’t someone who would listen to words alone. Without even looking at me, Cillian shouted, “Damn it! Who is your wife!”