Wet Wife Novels & Stories

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

Adrian asked me while still focusing on the car's steering wheel. "Well, you shouldn't be, Adrian," I said to him, and with that, he turned and swiftly looked at me before returning his gaze to the car's steering wheel. "It's not as if I'm your wife, girlfriend or sister that you should be getting jealous about other men chatting me up or asking me out. In the same way, I can't also be jealous to learn that other women are chatting you up and asking you out in addition to Melissa," I said to him.

The words were coming out slowly from Marias fingers on the keyboard. I think what people really mean by this question is why do people need a wife. Getting married has to do with having someone you can talk to in good and bad situation in life. A wife can be a friend and companion. People need a wife because they want someone to care for them and be there, for them when they need it. A wife can make a person feel happy and loved. The person sent a response away. The response came quickly. Business. The woman was so unhappy with the response she got. She was not satisfied, with what she had written so she typed again. The woman was trying to get her words right and typed again.

amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. I’m sorry about the way I ended things maybe I could have done things better. A part of me would always care for you.” Natasha stepped a step closer finally meeting his eyes. Then silence again. It was comfortable like a silence between two long-time friends. A slight cough brought them apart and their heads around. Rachel had heard everything. So this was the Natasha. She looked like she belonged to a magazine cover. She was tall with the most alluring brown eyes. Her wavy blonde hair rested beautifully on her shoulders. She was perfect. Natasha held out a hand to her. “Oh hi, I didn’t know you were here. I’m Natasha.” “Hey I

One of her hands leaves the counter and reaches back, burying her fingers into his hair, holding him exactly where she wants him. “More” she breathes. “Deeper…please, sir…” I imagine it’s me down there. My tongue licking, my fingers fucking, and my teeth grazing just enough to make her yelp. I imagine pinning her wrists behind her back so she can’t control the pace, so she has to take whatever I decide to give her. Dad pulls back just long enough to speak, voice rough, thick with her on his lips. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. You love being my dirty little wife, don’t you?”

A LOVING HUSBAND AND A BIRTHDAY PRESENT 1 I knew exactly what my wife needed for her birthday. For years I had watched Elena, my beloved wife, lose herself in gay p**n. The first time I caught her, she was on our bed with her legs spread obscenely wide, three fingers buried deep in her soaked pussy while she pinched and pulled her heavy tits. On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor.

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.

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.

Laura beat him to the punch and it frustrated him how quick she was at these things. "No take back," she reminded him. "I was tired of being your fiancée so I decided to upgrade my status to wife. It took me a painfully long time to actually ask my father for some help to get everything done legally so don't complain! At least now you don't have to go through that blockhead to make me Mrs Boey. I did all the muscle work. Aren't you glad?"

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.