Wife Dominates Husband Stories Novels & Stories

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Women who were used to that kind of life made sure they used their pussy to the best of its ability. My father once told me a story about what a man had done to keep his wife happy. According to him, there was this man who married a beautiful girl. He loved her very much. One day she developed a skin disease. And you do know what happens when stuff like that happens. Slowly she started to lose her beauty. It so happened that one day her husband left for a tour. While returning he met with an accident and lost his eyesight. However their married life continued as usual. But as days passed she lost her beauty gradually. Blind husband did not know this and there was not any difference in their

However, instead of Wilson returning, I got a call from my mother-in-law, ready to lay into me. I did not even get a chance to share my news before she lashed out, saying, "You useless woman! You can't even keep your man; you're no better than a hen that doesn't lay eggs!" The call ended with her sending me a screenshot from Wilson's social media. The moment I saw the photo, my heart stopped. There was my husband, arms wrapped around another woman like she was the only person in the world. I bit my tongue and waited out the six long months until I could get a paternity test. As soon as I had the results, I texted Wilson.

And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break. Emelia curled tighter into the armchair, her body trembling. She thought of her wedding day, of the Reverend’s booming voice as he declared their vows. She thought of the accident that had brought her into this family, and of the man who had rescued her from the ruins of her old life. Now he was asking her to ruin herself in return.

By five in the afternoon, she had already started preparing dinner. In the past week since they got married, her husband had never once refused to eat what she cooked. He always finished every meal she prepared, and that alone gave her a small sense of relief. At least her efforts weren’t wasted. At least she was able to take care of him in her own way. Because no matter what happened, she would do everything she could just to make him love her. But that fragile hope shattered the moment her husband came home…with another woman. Like always, Sahara was already by his side, ready to support him.

Maybe the reason why I never had an interest in him, he has too many girls to handle. Also, he seem not mind me at all. That’s why when Jana and Maru became a couple, many girls envied her. She’s the only girl that Maru took notice and the only girl he courted. I was busy recalling our childhood days when I felt someone's warmth. I smile when my husband showing his affection to me. "I miss you wife!" I chuckled. "Liar! We just had our lunch!” He pouted. "But we are not alone at that time. We had an unwanted guest.”

said Axelina. “Aren't you afraid of losing your husband?” Fatima asked Axelina. Axelina who heard it smiled warmly. “I believe in my husband, Fat, that my husband can surely take care of his love for me. Because we both have experienced many trials in our household. Starting from the love that only existed after we got married, the drama of my husband who was hit by amnesia due to an accident, until finally I wake up from my coma after three years of lying because of an accident that happened to me with my husband. And until finally we reunite with a love that is increasing day by day. So I'm sure that my husband will be able to keep his love for me. Until I come back to him,” said Axelina.

Ayra's mind wandered back to the stories she'd heard before. Heck, they were no stories - they were real history that any random Joe in the city had heard more than once or twice. Generally, the stories were mostly the same, only the names different. They were about the wives of the Directors of Orrery Consortium — the powerful men who ran the city’s corporate families like kingdoms. Generally speaking, no Director's spouse had lived fulfilling lives. Or just good lives in general. Four in particular stood out poignantly in Ayra's memory. Each man was Lucian's predecessor family-wise, each had lost his wife, and in each tale, tragedy seemed to nest not just in fate but in the very men who ha

Linda started wailing too. "That's right, Mr. Carter. Just look at her!" She pointed at me. "She's just your woman. Back where we come from, a wife is supposed to obey her husband. A woman who talks back to her husband like she does would've been strung up and beaten." I could hardly believe what I was hearing. What shocked me even more was that Ryan actually bought their ridiculous nonsense. A look of sympathy crossed his face, and instead of standing up for me, he turned and tried to persuade me instead.