Wife Fantasy Novels & Stories

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

"Are you still technically engaged to Adrian?" "No. I ended it. I thought Vivienne told you." "She did. But there's ending it in private and ending it legally. Papers signed. Assets divided." His voice dropped. "I need to know what I'm working with here, Seraphine. Because this—whatever this is between us—I need to know if I'm allowed to want it." My breath caught. "Are you asking my permission to want me?" "I'm asking if wanting you makes me the villain." "You could never be the villain."

My wife loved having me suck and lick her freshly fucked pussy clean. Tonight, she asked me if I had any new fantasies. I have for years fantasized about watching my gorgeous wife being fucked by at least 2 other men while I watched. I also loved thinking about my sexy wife having sex with another sexy woman. My wife, Kim, knew of these fantasies and loved to tease and taunt me by talking about it – many times at inappropriate times. While out in public, we would see an attractive woman, Kim would notice me looking at her and then would whisper, "I'll bet you'd like to see me suck her big tits!" She would give a sexy, little grin and my cock would immediately stiffen in my pants.

I grabbed her again, pulled her toward me, and the words ripped free before I could stop them. “You’re my wife!” The word echoed through the villa, raw and primal. My wolf snarled in agreement. Sophia flinched. I didn’t spare her a glance. Aria’s expression hardened, her voice like ice. “Alpha Nathan,” she said quietly, “our marriage is a façade. I don’t question you bringing other women back to Hemsworth Villa, so don’t question where I go.” The moment her words hit me, my eyes flickered. My wolf pushed against my skin, claws scraping at the edges of my control. My grip on her wrist tightened. I could feel her pulse there, steady, unbothered… and it infuriated me.

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

At the company's eighth-anniversary livestream, the host asked Derrick, "Mr. Waterson, you started in a tiny 12-square-meter shop and built all this. Who deserves the most credit?" At that time, he took my hand in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers and said, "My wife, of course. I wouldn't be where I am today without Lydia." The comments flooded with praise for our perfect marriage. However, he pinned a "Co-Founder" badge onto Natasha's chest himself while mine was just a "Mr. Waterson's Wife" badge. In my previous life, I had confronted him right after the livestream. "She has shares. What about me?" Derrick pushed a 5-million-dollar guarantee agreement toward me while saying,

Blurb Waking up inside the body of Emma Carter, the tragically neglected wife from a web novel, was the last thing I thought could ever happen to me and my very first nightmare. The second was remembering her canon ending: a mysterious, brutal murder shortly after her divorce. When my powerful billionaire husband, Ethan Hayes, throws the divorce papers on the table, he expects me to beg for his affection. Instead, trapped in a dead woman's shoes with a clock ticking down on my life, I decide to turn the whole game around. Ethan wanted a clean break. Instead, he's about to find out what happens when the wife he threw away holds all the power, and he's the one left waiting on her answer

“Mr. Dean, sir, this woman is lying. She’s my wife, you see and she’s just throwing a tantrum. As a matter of fact, I told her to tender in her resignation last night and come home to her family but she refused. And now she’s putting our daughter’s life in danger.” My brow twitched as well as my lip. How could he stand there and lie so casually? But then again he’d do so, so flawlessly it took me ten years to find out. He was testing my patience and it would soon run out. What he had done to me was a crime that was punishable by law, had he forgotten? Maybe he just doesn’t care. Or maybe he thought he would get away with it, because after all, I was just June. A nobody. Just someone talented

Crazy Wife Gotta be brave! Barry!"I ran inside to hug him so close as more tears ran through my eyes wetting his cloth. No. Mum isn't right. I wouldn't leave Barry. I wouldn't get married again. I refused to be a ball passed around. I refuse to become useless I feel Barry's hand rubbing my back slowly soothing every pain I had. But I cried the more tightening the hug I gave him We might remain like this till God knows when!

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."