Wag Wife の小説・ストーリー

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

Sydney, Australia. The city glittered beneath the evening sky. Inside a modern apartment overlooking the harbor, Stephen Wao stared at his phone. It had rung seventeen times in the last three hours. Colleagues. Relatives. Former friends. Even people he hadn't spoken to in years. The latest message flashed across the screen. IS IT TRUE YOUR WIFE IS CONNECTED TO THE NAKURU CASE? Stephen closed his eyes. Slowly. Painfully. For twenty-six years, he and Mercy had lived with secrets.

Mark had a perfect view of that huge black cock stretching his wife's pussy lips obscenely wide. Her inner walls gripped him, creamy white pussy juice coating his shaft, he whimpered softly, as he tried to stop his hands from stroking his tiny dick. But a faggot is always a faggot, because with even stroking his dick, he was already cumming like a broken faucet as he watched his wife being used properly in a way he could never do it.

Crazy Wife Gotta be brave! Barry!"I ran inside to hug him so close as more tears ran through my eyes wetting his cloth. No. Mum isn't right. I wouldn't leave Barry. I wouldn't get married again. I refused to be a ball passed around. I refuse to become useless I feel Barry's hand rubbing my back slowly soothing every pain I had. But I cried the more tightening the hug I gave him We might remain like this till God knows when!

Agatha could not care less. Nelson grimaced. “Shut up!” Nelson cried before turning to Buffy. “I’m sorry, Ms. Gwake. My wife was just acting out of ignorance. She is mistaken. Please pardon her.” Agatha rolled her eyes. “Mistaken? Why can’t I call her out?” “Just shut up!” Nelson yelled angrily. Her husband’s anger was directed at her, leading Agatha to realize the severity of the matter. “The daughter of the Viper’s Den deputy chief?”

Quentin said through the quite hall opening the door and stepped aside. Stepping in the room the first thing he noticed was that all the tubes had been disconnected. His wife once glowing face still looked glowing, if not more. For a moment he thought they could all behave mistaking, she could only be deep in her slumber. If only it was. He could remember the first day he met her beautiful transcending face of nature. Memories of Florida still vivid in his mind. The image will forever haunt his life, that he was sure of. The baking, the knitting, the painting all going down the drain. The ray of sunshine hitting her blond hair, a free-flowing beauty at the clock of twenty. No woman has ever

"You—you! What do you think you're doing?! I'll call the cops for harassment!" I yanked up her sleeve, revealing the familiar mole on her wrist. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Still pretending? I'm your husband, Hilary. I know every inch of your body. Most importantly, why are you pretending not to know me?" Her expression darkened, lips pressed tightly as she glared at me. "Husband? Are you insane? Keep this up and I'll scream for help." I chuckled coldly. "Go ahead. Let everyone hear. Let's see if they believe me—or better yet, we'll let your new man come and see for himself."

want cash when there's a easier form of transaction." Rachel stated. "I want to see you, silly. Don't you want to see me too?" Sara laughed manically and Rachel let out a low groan of frustration. "Why would I want to see you? Is there anything else worth seeing you about?" Rachel muttered harshly. "You keep hurting me with your words. Don't make me reconsider. If I do, you might not be able to hold on to that title of a billionaire's wife. Do as I asked. I'll tell you the location, okay. You are in Los Angeles right? I saw on a gossip blog that you have arrived here. You look good by the way. " Rachel had just had enough of her sister and her annoying tone. She finally clicked her phone sh

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

He turns to me, anger radiating from him. "Is there a reason you think it's okay to tear into my wife like that? WAGs are off-limits." I snort a laugh. "Just because you've been married for like three minutes doesn't make her a WAG in my book." I take a swig of my beer and lean against the counter. He won't fight me. He knows better. "I don't give a shit what your book says. You ever disrespect my wife like that again, and it'll come out of your face."