Wife Adult Story Novels & Stories

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

She said in an exaggerated tone. I laugh at her reaction. “Go! Laugh at me!” She pouted her lips. I rolled my eyes. “Just continue your story.” "Hmph! As what I am saying, your husband rejected me because as per him he’s already in love with someone else.” I raised my brow. She grin. “You will like what will I tell you. You don’t need to raise your brow.” I smiled at her. "Tsk. Obviously he is referring to you!” Then she pointed her finger on me.

Jackie was a white woman married for ten years. She was married when she was eighteen years old. Therefore, her husband was the first man to sleep with her. Even though she was happy in her marriage, she had a weakness towards huge black dicks. She was spending several hours daily on the web reading stories and watching pictures about huge black dicks making love to white married women. Every time, she got finished reading and looking to p**n stories and pictures, she was feeling so horny that she could not hold to finger her pussy and dream of a huge black dick inside her.

A Hot wife uses her charms to close the deal. NB: If you've read the previous episodes on Eva, you will know that my wife Eva and I began exploring her showing herself off in various manners which led to her beginning to fuck other men while I watched and joined in. I had always been present to enjoy her sexual adventures until recently. We talked about the possibility of her having sex with another man then coming home to tell me all about it. It was just talk and fodder for our fantasies. Neither one of us ever thought it would happen. We are both in our mid-30's with a couple of kids and those opportunities don't happen to people like us or so we thought.

She volunteered as a guidance counselor in the Westbridge academy after leaving her coperate job at Unity Banks. Their marriage looked ideal from the outside. In private, it was a source of deep, aching frustration for Tamara. Her tyrant husband Richard, was nothing more than a 5-inch cockie man…….and a two mins man in bed. Sex with Richard, has always been a toture to Tamara…..she married him as a virgin, and had Always felt a void in her whenever he sexed her. Once during an annual women enlightment, held by Joyce Major…..Tamara learnt about the afterglow of orgasms in a woman's life…and she ernestly longed for it….but unfortunately her cockie couldn't fulfill her wishes.

"You have to help me. I don't want to lose the baby." She barked out a laugh. "If I had a dime for every time I've had that stupid story, I'd be rich. You want help? Let me see some cash, or better still, go and complain to the one that got you pregnant." "Please-" She climbed back into her seat and hid her face behind her magazine. “I’m the Alpha’s wife!” I choked out desperately. “I’m Alpha Nathaniel’s wife. Please help me.” She lowered her magazine and eyed me from head to toe. “Really?” She asked, slightly amused. “And why is Alpha Nathaniel’s wife crying here without money? Isn’t your husband supposed to be wealthy, you fraud?!”

I just pressed my eyes closed, knowing nothing how to react at this. "Mhmm so where I was. Yeah right, then his hand keeps on crawling till it reaches the bare back of your wife. And your wife being completely naive, she'll get little uncomfortable but soon dash her discomfort when she'll notice the friendly smile that hot guy would be faking. They both will dance to the beats of some dirty lyrics and soon that guy will start bringing his face closer till it would be only inches apart from your wife's face." My face flushed as she continued with her stupid story.

Elena's question caught the attention of everyone sitting around table number 12. "Elena," Theresia growled, throwing a jab at Elena. The woman shrugged with an innocent face. "I need a portion of food for me and the child in my stomach. So... it's only natural that I need more portions than before." Jonathan, who was embarrassed by his wife's behavior, just snorted while shaking his head. Bryan's handholding didn't make him turn his head or lessen his embarrassment in the slightest. "Let's face it, Jo, your wife is pregnant," Bryan muttered, looking down at Jonathan's face.

Well, why not give it a try? On a sudden impulse, I traced my fingertips lightly over Orlando’s hand, moving with such gentle caresses that I could see his reaction—his eyes widening in disbelief. “This is how you pay for your wife’s mistakes,” I whispered, flashing a sly, teasing smile. “That accident cost me dearly.” “What do you mean, Miss?” he asked. My smile deepened, more provocative than before. “I demand compensation.” I stepped closer without hesitation. My fingertips lingered on his hand, and he didn’t pull away. So, he didn’t mind, huh? Typical hypocrite! Can’t resist a beautiful woman, can you?

Julian's POV When my wife, Monica Jackson, said those words, I finally raised my head to look at her. We'd dated for four years and been married for five. We'd shared the best years of our youth. I never expected that things between us would end up like this. I curled my lips into a bitter smile. But Monica, acting as if she didn't see it, asked darkly, "I'll give you one last chance. Where is Billy?" I wanted to sneer at her. But my one moment of willfulness had already dragged my entire family down with me.