Wife Beauty Novels & Stories

Through the curtain, I heard them. "Is that your wife?" Isabella whispered. She'd seen me before, knowing I was Aidan's girlfriend. My beauty made people unforgettable but made her jealous. "Nah," Aidan replied.

It turned out that Wilson's other woman was a reporter. I had seen her on TV, grilling interviewees with her sharp wit, a stunning beauty with an iron will. I kept tabs on her every move once I knew she was my husband's mistress. Every time she was on air, I was watching. Her looks and killer instincts had made her a star in the news world. They called her the Beauty Sniper online, a nod to her ability to make any story she touched explode into the limelight. The next night, she became the lead story on the evening news.

-Who is that lady beside her- -Oh!my gosh, I think that is his wife- -She looks so beautiful just like an angel- -I love her curves- -Those dress are just perfect on her- -I can't believe he made his wife public today- -Why has he been hiding his wife, she is such a goddess to the hidden- -I think he had a secret wedding and I wonder why-

For a secret voyeur like me, it felt like winning the lottery. My wife Sophia is 41 years old and still an absolute knockout. She stands at 5’6” with a soft, curvy 170-pound body that drives me wild. Her long, fiery red hair flows down her back, framing a pretty face and those heavy, full D-cup breasts with small, sensitive pink areolas that harden at the slightest touch. She visits the spa every two weeks for a full wax, leaving just a thin, neat landing strip above her smooth, plump mound. Her pussy is beautiful..puffy outer lips that stay mostly closed until she’s aroused, with delicate inner petals that swell and peek out when she’s dripping wet.

Pride swelled inside me. "That's right!" another guest chimed in. "More than four hundred beauticians have confirmed that Mrs. Wade never had plastic surgery." "And she's spent years being recognized as the most beautiful woman in this country without cosmetic procedures," another guest added. Then the woman shot Mia a look filled with disdain. "But you?" She let out a mocking laugh. "Your case is obvious. Anyone with eyes can tell you've had work done. Even a blind man would know your beauty is fake."

"Then I met a woman." Patricia's heartbeat quickened. The pieces were beginning to move. Slowly. Dangerously. "What woman?" Obadiah's expression softened. A mixture of pain and regret. "Her name was Grace Akinyi." The name meant nothing to Patricia. Yet somehow it felt important. Very important. "I loved her." The confession surprised everyone. "I truly loved her." The billionaire's voice cracked slightly. "But I was a coward." Patricia remained silent. "I promised her many things."

Plugging it in, she clicked the 'play' button. Facing the approaching journalists and onlookers, she smiled gently and said, "New Chesire Group proudly presents the 'Crystal Elegance Skin' skincare series. Please enjoy." The large screen instantly lit up. Clouds billowed, mist dispersed, and with incredibly pleasant classical music, a slender figure emerged slowly from the clouds. The azure sea naturally parted before her, gradually revealing a captivating figure that seemed obscured by a veil of mist. It was Wanda. On the big screen, her skin was as white as snow, breathtaking and flawless.

“Thank you, my friend. I feel very happy because now you are on the right side.” Rossalie also tried to smile after hearing Argo's words pretending to be in front of Edward. “Then, where is Tiffany now? Is my child's womb okay?” Argo and Rossalie immediately fell silent when they heard Edward's question just now. They were silent because they did not know what to answer. “Tiffany is resting at home. So you don't need to worry about your child's womb because she's fine.” Until finally Rossalie told a lie. “It's fine if it's like that. She must rest regularly so that my child's womb remains healthy and can be born normally. I can't wait for time to pass quickly. I no longer want to have this m

My heart misses a beat as everything quietens in my head. I stare at a picture of my wife in an emerald-green bikini, standing amidst lights. Her blonde hair is wavy and wet, shorter than it is now, and sticking to her oiled, glassy skin. Her face is plain, yet so ethereally beautiful. The only sign of makeup is her glossed lips.

Zeenat could see the jealousy in the eyes of unmarried girls for her; she even noticed some married women glaring at her and that made her only hold Zarun's hand more tightly. Zarun smirked knowing well that what made her do that. She was clinging with him all the time like a leech and was smiling ear to ear. She was definitely enjoying her walima more than nikah. On the other side Shayari is looking at the couple with a smile. She just prays that they stay like this always only. "hello begum (wife) !" Aarif said standing beside her "Future begum (wife)," Shayari corrected and added "hello to you,"