Wet Wife Novels & Stories

"You know, I'm not all averse to the position. But I would prefer it better without any clothes on." Keerthi flushed,her cheeks turning red when her husband pinched the inside of her butt, dangerously close to her wet patch. Vikram gripped his wife against the wall,their hips sliding against each other at the exact right positions as he kissed her hard,letting the shower run,making their clothes wet. His eyes hooded when his wife breathed hard,water droplets teasing the valley of her neck as they disappeared inside the area he was yet to explore in a few minutes.

“Because I’m not a side piece. I’m the real deal. I have his heart. I will take care of him. We are really in love, not the fake for social media obsession he shows for you. We have the moment of quiet. Why can’t you see you are nothing anymore?” I chuckle. “You think you are special? That he loves you? Had you not insisted on him saying he loves you so much 100 hearts couldn’t contain it, he never would have. You are a wet pussy, nothing more. I’m the wife, the one with ring, the home, the title. You wont ever be more than a wet hole he gets to rub against.”

"After I fucked a stranger in our own bed?" "Of course not," he answered. "You'd be doing it with my blessing while I jerked off watching you." "How about if I got him to fuck me doggy style and then let him slip his stiff cock out of my dripping pussy and push it up my ass?" she said. "How about if I let him beat off in my face and blow his big load of cum right into my mouth? Would that make me your slut wife?" Jake laughed, finally getting that his wife was talking about being called a slut-wife as a good thing, and he said, "Yes. I think that would qualify you as a nasty, cock-sucking, cum-dump, nympho, slut wife!"

Fuck. Her hair is damp and sticks to her face in wet clumps, which makes her look like the literal definition of a wet dream and a mermaid rolled into one. Water beads trail down her shoulder and I can't help the way my eyes follow the path, tracing it until the droplet disappears beneath the edge of the towel she holds tightly to her chest Trakhni menya (Fuck me) Somebody down there must really hate me to deliver hell to my doorsteps. Because why else would my wife, the object of all my fantasies and the person who's been on my mind since I stepped out of the shower minutes ago, be standing In front of me?

“I don’t want to see you with my husband again. I don’t care about how you gonna raise your child. I’ve disowned you.” I grabbed my bag and turned to leave. Then she spoke. “You think he loves you?” she sneered. “He doesn’t. He loves me. You were nothing but his trophy wife.”

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

A slow, condescending smile curved her lips as she looked down at me, her eyes dripping with sheer contempt. "You really believe you're playing the devoted mother now, don't you, Abigail?" Vienna purred, her voice dropping into a dangerous, weaponized whisper. "It’s tragic, really. You wake up with a blank brain, put on a sweet little smile, and pretend the last ten years never happened." "I am her mother," I declared fiercely, holding my ground. "And I am Liam's wife." Vienna let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed off the high ceilings. "Wife? You are a temporary glitch in the system, Abigail. A broken woman living on borrowed time. You need to step back and stay away from Liam before y

Dove pleads, trying to push her wet core toward my lips. I chuckle and bite my lip as I pull the thin material away. “Whatever my wife wants, she gets.”

“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?” “Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.” Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me. “It’s only right to chill him out a bit.” Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr