Wag Wife Novels & Stories

“Why have I never heard about it? He’s kept it really low-key.” “His wife is from Australia, owns a farm with thousands of dairy cows, and she’s eleven years older than Fame.” Sophie showed me a picture on her tablet. “This is his wife.”

she shouted again, her footsteps getting closer, but Maverick didn't reply. It was sick and twisted but I could not help the way I clenched around him. "You like that?" Mr. Wolfe whispered in my ear. "You like the idea of my wife being mere steps away." He thrusts deeper and I almost cry out but I remember his wife who's standing outside. "She could catch us you know? All she has to do is walk in right now and she'll see her husband buried balls deep in the nanny's soaking cunt. Ah, fuck!" He groans loudly when I clench around him again.

I downed several gulps of water, staggering to my feet. Just as I stumbled toward the door, Emily appeared again, ready to confront me. She spat, "Slut! You lost your husband, and now you're throwing yourself at mine? Serves you right that William and your child are both dead! You should've joined them!" With those words, my rage instantly ignited. She was the one who stole my husband and caused me to lose my baby. Yet, she was accusing me of being the other woman. Fueled by intense anger, I grabbed her collar and slapped her across the face. I snarled, "You destroyed my family! You're the real slut!"

It’s not my business or my father. It’s my wife… and someone else. There are five pictures, all of them shots of her bare back and her head of blonde hair thrown back in pleasure. She’s riding someone. My wife—who I buy flowers for every weekend and make sure her closet allowance is never smaller than a million a month—is giving someone the best cowgirl of their fucking life.

She warns me as she walks out. I sigh as I shake my head at how turned on I am right now. My wife is a little tigress!

"That cake is for Ashton. Why did you take it without asking?" "Oh my, Mrs. Anggia. Everywhere, whatever belongs to a husband automatically becomes the wife's. If this cake is for Mr. Ashton, then it's no problem for me to taste it too. After all, I am his wife," Alice emphasized the word 'wife' directly in front of Anggia to make her realize not to keep trying to tempt her husband. "Besides, why are you so persistent in bothering another woman's husband? Mrs. Anggia, aren't you available or something?"

I started to look at the wife, who was way more interesting than the game; she wasn't getting much reading done, shaking her head at her husband's discomfort and smiling at me, a smile I could easily read. She appreciated the predicament I'd put hubby in and was enjoying watching him squirm. Which he did, literally. And soaked his shirt with sweat. And drank more beers, and cursed his team, the idiot coaches, the fat-assed linemen, even the sportscasters and the cheerleaders, who had suddenly turned ugly. WU mounted a long, slow drive that netted nothing but used up eight minutes on the clock. During the drive the wife went into the bathroom. When she came out later she had changed from the

I looked at Megha and she was looking at Mehul with a shocked expression. " What???? What do you mean ....your wife?" Sagar asked. " Wife means a girl with whom a person is supposed to spend his whole life. She is my wife. We are married. " Mehul was still holding her hand. I was totally shocked and embarrassed at what I did. Though it was not my fault as I did not know that they were married.

Michael pushes. “I’m married to Maxwell Sturgis, I am a rich woman. I don’t want to be on a poster or billboard, I want to be next to my husband,” I reply. Max grabs my hand, “Michael, please take your foot off mine and refrain from talking about my wife’s body.” Michael has a smug look, “Tell you what Max. I will sign your contract, plus I’m willing to give your company a little more liberty if you loan me your wife for just a night or two.”

It was just a joke, after all; she would stop mentioning it. Nicole shook her head with a light chuckle, gesturing for Patricia to come inside the company with them. The day of Stanley and Tia's wedding arrived. Holding a traditional Hustuaburgian wedding wasn't common, so Stanley and Tia's ceremony attracted a lot of attention in San Joto. The invited guests were eager to witness the event, while onlookers could only hope to catch a glimpse of the grand occasion. Tia, adorned in a traditional Hustuaburgian wedding gown tailored by Mrs. Wallace Sr., was overjoyed to become Stanley's wife. The continuous blessings from the guests and the couple's radiant happiness filled the air, painting a p