Wag Wife Novels & Stories

She wasn't nearly as bad as Mrs Helvig because she didn't participate in more dangerous activities against the law but Laura definitely had the adrenaline junkie genes from her mom. Before she was married to this tightwad, Mrs Helvig was a free-spirited young lady who started her own biker gang, famous for terrorising the highways and outracing the police. Having a female biker wasn't very common but Mrs Helvig proved that she could outrace any man on two wheels and earned herself the nickname "Freya". She never wore a helmet when she rode and the flaming red hair fluttering in the wind made her look like the charismatic Nordic goddess of war.

It infuriates me whenever he calls me by that endearment. But I. Am. No. Longer. His. Wife. I wanted to shout it at him right then and there. His face was only inches away from mine, but my nervousness vanished as he drew closer. It was replaced by irritation. Every time he called me wife, it made my blood boil. If it were in the past and he had called me by that endearment, I might have happily succumbed to his charms, eagerly waiting for the next sweet moment. I might have fallen for his manipulative gestures.

I shut her off with a beckoning yell, and she was perplexed. “Are you saying all this because of that bi..” “She isn't a bitch, Agatha! She's my wife!” Okay, never for once, have I ever thought I'll stand up for someone called Laura Karma when I normally called her a bitch, I hadn't even realize I addressed her as my wife. 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒕. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇 was wrong with me?

Clint was still waiting outside by the car, calm and composed. “Clint,” I snapped as the doors closed behind me, “do you have any idea if my wife has gotten home?” I couldn’t tell even him that the woman who was currently parading around as my wife was her twin sister. I trusted Clint with my life but this was something I wasn’t willing to share. Not yet at least. He didn’t miss a beat. “Adam informed me that your wife is in Vermont, sir. She was asked to be driven then.”

I murmur, unsure as to where he's going with this, "Good for him? I don't really know much about hockey." "Yeah, good for him. He's still one of us. And when one of us has a girlfriend, she's a part of the team too," he continues. Bram grumbles something and tries to pull me again but Grayson slaps his hand away, "There's a special girl group, called the WAGs. Wives and girlfriends. I've never had one of those either, but they're all very nice, you'll fit right in." "Sure, that sounds cute. But I'm SO busy with work and I..."

Others just stare. One of the men gives Agnor a curious glance. “And who’s this stunning woman? Especially with such an obvious glow.” Agnor smiles and announces smoothly, “My wife” That word still feels foreign. Even though I agreed to it and signed the contract this morning. Someone else chuckles. “You? Married? Never thought I’d see the day. We were starting to think you’d die alone.” Agnor smirks. “I always knew who I wanted. Just took a little time”

And that wasn't a good thing. Miles let out a sigh. “Now I understand my father's expression whenever he argued with Mom.” He slowly shook his head. “It's difficult to argue with the woman you love.” He shrugged. I let out a small laugh at that. “Yes. I guess it's good that you finally understand what your dad has been worried about.” I lightly punched his arm. “So, are you still going to let me work?” He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, if you're truly okay with it. But... hmm... now that everyone knows you're my wife, people at the office will probably keep asking you questions.”

I've done both and I loved doing both; I just hope that I'll be able to do it again. I've been watching my wife Aggie (don't dare call her Agnes) for years now, sometimes from the closet, sometimes from a chair next to the bed, and sometimes I'm in one hole while someone else is in another. I found out early on in our marriage that no one man was ever going to be enough for Aggie. Remember the ugly duckling story? One day an ugly little thing and the next day a beautiful swan? That is similar to Aggie in that one day she was a virgin and the day after we consummated our marriage vows she was a nymphomaniac.

Big fingers tighten on my hips and that’s the only warning I get before he impales me once more, filling me more than I think I can manage. “You just can’t help it, can you?” His wife sounds almost breathless, her nipples growing hard and prominent, almost visible through the soft material of her gown. “You’re an animal.” She can try to hide it all she wants but her body has betrayed her. She’s turned on from watching her husband fuck another woman. This is turning her on. “Ah, I can almost smell your arousal from here,” Mr Walter gloats. “You love seeing me fuck another woman so much? All you have to do is say so and I’ll give you a fucking show, sweetheart.”

He can see her beautiful pointed virgin breasts and her tiny waist giving her the shape of an African goddess. “Nathan! Hello..” Angela waves at Nathan trying to make him zoom out of wherever he’s lost in. “Hey! sorry, you’re done? Umm…can I get you a glass of wine?” “Yes thank you.” “Viper, this is my wife Angela.” “Angy, Viper one of my boys.” “Nice meeting you Mrs. Williams Always at your service.” “Thank you.” [smiles and sit down next to Nathan] “Sir you have a beautiful wife.” [Viper can’t stop staring at Angela.