Wife Adult Story Novels & Stories

“There’s something about your wife. Something you need to see.” He froze, eyebrows drawing together. “What… what do you mean?” “I can’t explain over the phone,” she said. “Turn on the TV. The story is on. You’ll understand.” Adrien’s jaw tightened. He hung up, silent for a moment, then reached for the remote. I moved closer, my pulse picking up. “What is it?” I asked quietly, but he didn’t answer. The television clicked on, the channel switching, and then the headline hit the screen: “Vale Wife Seen Dancing Loosely in Club with Men.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

The sun will rise again with all its glory and honour her one day, fulfilling her wish. She would have a child and that her husband himself would ask and give her this gift. But until that she won't complain nor demand she would just act as if everything is right and absolutely perfect. "Afterall I already lost my baby accidentally but can't afford to lose him, my husband", she whispered to herself. "I'll be a good wife and wait with patience for my reward", she said. "So, yeah .. Dia you are not going to ask for a child ever again by yourself", she says locking her wish in one of her lockers in heart and throwing the key away.

I've done both and I loved doing both; I just hope that I'll be able to do it again. I've been watching my wife Aggie (don't dare call her Agnes) for years now, sometimes from the closet, sometimes from a chair next to the bed, and sometimes I'm in one hole while someone else is in another. I found out early on in our marriage that no one man was ever going to be enough for Aggie. Remember the ugly duckling story? One day an ugly little thing and the next day a beautiful swan? That is similar to Aggie in that one day she was a virgin and the day after we consummated our marriage vows she was a nymphomaniac.

Few words left her throat which froze his whole being. “It’s wrong. A sin. I-I am married. I am someone else’s wife. Please.” _____________________________________________ Lmao, why am I laughing? A wife telling her husband she’s someone’s wife when the dude is right above her. It’s funny to imagine. You guys aren’t liking and following me as much as you should. You guys better start following me and liking the story otherwise I will not upload this story often like this. Till the next Adios.

At the same table, Chadwick and Isa fell into silence. Adira’s last words left a deep impression. [“But that someone rejected him. My husband told me this story before. That he likes a woman, but that woman likes someone else. But the other guy likes another woman too. Then, my husband met me, and we got married.”]

I stood at the door of the church chapel and watched my wife, Olivia Spencer, lean into the arms of another man. That man was my younger brother, David Spencer. David complained, “This rosary really digs into the skin.” “Then, take it off for me.” Olivia had always treasured her rosary. She would not even let me touch it. Yet, my brother was teasingly lifting it between his lips and pulling it from her neck. He tossed it to the floor like it was worthless.

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"What's with Ginny anyway? Is she blind? When Mr. Warde Senior was still around, the family was doing very well. "She was very beautiful. She could've picked any man to be her husband, but she chose to marry that man who came from nothing. Well, look at her now. Her husband has been imprisoned and she returns in defeat. "She gave birth to a good daughter who could've changed her fate, but she chose the road that led to her ruin instead. Honestly, fate tried to help her, but she just wouldn't accept it. Her foolishness is written all over her face," a lady declared.