Wet Wife Novels & Stories

Sebastian Once again, I saw her as she walked past me. She was dressed casually, a loose white shirt and short black pants. It was obvious she didn’t care that I had been here for two hours already, waiting to play with Miles. Meanwhile, I had been restless, thinking about something. Honestly, I enjoyed the beautiful sight of her. That messy bun only made her look even more attractive. I cleared my throat, my desire at this moment was quite dangerous. She would definitely be furious if she knew what I was thinking. Yeah… those dirty thoughts. Back when she was my wife, I never thought like that. I think I was really stupid for ignoring her incredibly beautiful body.

"Good morning my love" Janet whispered in my ear as i opened my eyes. Janet is my beautiful wife Shes tall, tan with curly hair and a smile that could light up a room. We have been Married for 5 years now and she has been more than i could have ever asked for. She is beautiful, kind and great in bed if i may add, in fact that is one of the things ive always loved about her. She can turn me on with just a touch.

I quickly turned my head to the side, pretending as if nothing had happened. Instead of reacting in anger, Celeste actually flashed me a smile. She faced me squarely and lifted a leg. Then, she positioned the showerhead beneath her to rinse herself, giving me an unobstructed view of her most intimate parts. My jaw dropped. Was this how liberal she was, not seeing me as an outsider at all? When did my wife become best friends with her? I was in such luck! I watched Celeste, a smirk also playing on my face. At this moment, my wife had her full attention on her phone, completely oblivious to what just happened.

“Get off! I’m not in the mood after you spent all day staring at me like a creep.” I laugh against her skin. The vibration makes her shiver. I pull my mouth off with a wet pop. “You’re my wife, Harper. And you’re wet. I can smell it.” I slide my hand down between her legs. Two fingers push through her folds. She is dripping. So slick and hot. My fingers slip inside easily. “See? Funny how your body doesn’t lie even when your mouth does.”

"Please... let's be friends at least... Friends call each other and text each other. Even if you don't want me to call you I'm okay with texts! I can manage texting, just... just don't cut me off please Valerie, please I'm begging you. I know I sound crazy right now, but this is how I f*e- "Friends?! Did you just say friends Hudson? Is it because I let you text me or because I act normal we meet to talk business? You think I'm happy? With you? Have you forgotten what you did to me? Have you forgotten how you treated me when I lived with you?! I was your wife, Hudson! I was your wife! And yet you continuously chose another woman over me! And now you want us to be friends? Isn't that too selfi

Violet's POV "I love you too wife." Barry says and walks into the bathroom, that instant I am lock in his sweet scent, my cheeks are spooking red, and I am blushing real hard. This isn't the first time he'd called me wife, but I felt so overwhelmed and bubbling with life when he said those sweet words. Such perfect words to ease my nibbling Vjay. Gracious! Barry finishes in the bathroom and walks out with a towel wrapped around his waist, water is dripping down his body, and I am having naughty thoughts. He brings out a jean and denim shirt, puts it on and walks out.

He chuckled as he thought of that. But he could not make the call, because the woman will find an excuse to run away again. In the end, he decides to make love to his wife in the sofa in his office without locking the door of his office. In few minutes’ time, all their clothes were on the floor. With his mouth still ransacking the woman’s mouth, his two hands on her two breasts, he was beyond himself in ecstasy, he totally lost control of himself. It has been more than six months since he made love to a woman, but that is not enough for him to lose control to this extent. There is something about this woman that always make him loose complete control of himself.

She hurriedly picked up the towel, her face turning crimson with embarrassment, and wrapped it tightly around her chest, holding onto it as if her life depended on it. “Whh…. wha…. what are you doing here?” she asked surprised by her own voice stuttering. “I'm here to see my wife " he said. "But who would have thought she'd be so eager to start our wedding night." He said moving even closer to her. Gritting her teeth “Don’t be mistaken, I was just drying my hair, you startled me and my towel dropped. Don't think too much, and besides this my room, You Mr Adrian De Luca should have common basic etiquette to knock before entering peoples room.” she said her ears were red from embarrassment and

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

The she was moaning again under her hot and insatiable husband. It seems like her husband is tireless in bragging in her femininity. His movements didn't slow down even a little bit, it became more aggressive and hard. And for the third time, she came hard. Hera thought that she and Clinton were done having sex because Clinton took wet wipes and used them to clean her womanhood which was already red, after cleaning her, Clinton followed by cleaning himself. That was why when her husband pulled her up gently from lying on the sofa to sit, she gasped loudly.