What The Wives In My Dreams Are Real Novels & Stories

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

Julian’s broad back was glistening with sweat as he ruthlessly pinned a blonde woman against the headboard, his hips slamming into her with a savage, breathless rhythm. She was screaming his name, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. It wasn't the first time I had caught him. I had found texts, smelled cheap perfume, and seen the traces of his infidelity for years. But now? Yesterday it was the teacher. Tonight it was another random whore. He had completely turned our matrimonial bed, the sacred space of our marriage, into a public brothel. Julian glanced over his shoulder, his eyes locking onto my crimson nightgown. He didn't stop his frantic thrusts. He didn't even look surprised.

I woke up, my eyes wide, my chest heavy with the weight of my racing breath, the remains of desire still lingering in my mind. It felt so real, his touch, his kisses…..the feeling of his cock pushing between my p*ssy lips and entering me. It felt so real…. Yet, it was not. This wasn't the first time I had this kind of dream or imagination of my husband f*cking my brains out of me since I got better. In fact, it became a recurring dream, one day I'll admit I anticipated every night I sighed heavily, twisting around and putting off the alarm clock. I groan as I fell back on my back, my eyes on the ceiling

My husband I'm sorry, yes, I have betrayed you in a wet dream. Sweat soaked all over my body. Oh my God, I hope my relationship is delicate. What are my strange dreams? I could not possibly report this to my husband, and he might go berserk and nightstand with wild women there. I don't want my husband's body to be touched by other people. Hah! crazy dream. How can this dirty dream enter into my sleeping flower?

"Nothing at all. Alex is another man's biological son, and Hazel has been sleeping with other men. Bryan is broke, and his mother was murdered." "Gosh! That's brutal. Turns out the one who played the victim the hardest was having the most fun all along." Many of the women in the courtroom watched her with disgust, and one commented, "With the extent of Hazel's affairs, she must've slept with someone to get named the town's model wife." In an instant, a flood of condemnation crashed down on Hazel. She completely broke down and began screaming at me. "I married you and worked myself to the bone! Is this how you repay me? After all these years together, are you so determined to ruin me?"

“I wasn't dreaming of fuckng you.” “Never said you were,” I shrug. “I said I brought your dreams to life.” Her lips part but she clasps them sealed before shaking her head. “I wasn't.” she says, her tone low as if she's trying to convince herself rather than tell me she wasn't dreaming of me fucking her brains out. I've got my wife figured out, she has an ego just as I do and she doesn't let it get bruised this admitting she dreamed of me in that way after explicitly rejecting me on our wedding night would bruise her pretty little five foot ego.

I didn't know if my now husband will let me continue pursuing dreams? "I know what you are, me and my mother know Omegas like you. A gold digger who only wants our money." I knew that time, that my future husband will fulfill all those fantasies of mine. I didn't know if my future husband will be as romantic as I had dreamed due to all those fan fictions I read about him. I didn't knew, what future has in front of me? Will mine dreams will crumble like a paper? My husband and my mother-in-law are already planning to kick me out of their life.

she whispered, her voice trembling. “I don’t need to understand,” I shot back. “What I do need is to get some damn sleep, Georgia. But instead, I’m sitting here, listening to my wife cry over a man who never even existed. Do you have any idea how ridiculous that is?” Her lower lip trembled, and she turned away, curling into herself. Something about that made me even angrier. I scoffed, shaking my head. “Do you even realize how absurd this looks? A woman crying over a dream while her husband, her real, living, breathing husband, sits right next to her?” My voice was laced with cruel amusement. She didn’t respond.

The baby ultimately died. The public was outraged. [I guess the mistress’ pet dog matters more than the poor mother and child to these brothers.] [I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t understand Austin and Aaron’s behavior.] [The brothers fell in love with the same woman. Their wives are the ones suffering.] [Kirsty claims to help strays while abusing them in secret. She’s one to screw with the wives and upset them into early labor. The bitch deserves to die.] [Kirsty is after married men, and not just one. She has her sights on a pair of brothers. She should be ashamed of herself.]

Natalia asked, holding her chest in mockery of her former self. “He does not realise that my husband has not done anything wrong! Instead, he is here, acting like a donkey. A very brave donkey, but foolish all the same. If I was not with Noah, maybe I would—” She cut herself off with a long suffering sigh. “Ah, I should not be thinking in such a manner. It would not do to be so greedy when the man of my dreams is already the man I’m married to. Obese people always want more cake and people with anorexia always want to get thinner. Too much of one thing and everyone dies. I am fine the way I am.