Wife Fantasy Novels & Stories

They turned her into a cold ruthless person who had no feeling, and she was going to pay them back in folds for what they did to her. Now she's Lilian Facci a renowned powerful woman in the business world, the word smart, intelligent, and hardworking is the best word to define Lillian she has been a workaholic since she started building her empire. The beeping sound from the coffee machine jolted Lillian out of her thoughts. Lillian decided it was time to take her bath then retire to bed.

Bored wife goes to a club with her friends and the unexpected occurs.. NB: This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and impregnation. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away with the details. eNJOY... >>>>>>

On their third anniversary, Lucia opened a drawer and found the same box of condoms she'd bought before the wedding—still sealed. Not like they forgot protection. They just never had anything to protect. Three years, and Jared hadn't touched her once. So that night, she got bold. New lingerie, three glasses of red, and she wrapped her arms around his neck the second he stepped out of the shower. "Babe," she whispered. "Let's—" He shoved her off. "Seriously, Lucia? Have you no shame?" His voice was ice. "If you're that desperate, go hump a stick."

Darcy, seeing him shaken, thought it was her victory and eagerly explained, “This woman had plastic surgery to look like me. She snuck into the villa to try to seduce you. She even tried to paint like me and made a mess of the walls! She knew you hated sunflowers, yet she put them everywhere in the yard. Even worse, she claimed to be your legal wife… Felix, I want to stay and be with you tonight. I want to be your only legal wife.” In reality, Darcy had been planning this for a while, using the video of her ‘defeating’ me to solidify her position and press Felix into marrying her. But after hearing what she said, Felix looked blank and distant, lost in disbelief. “What did you say? You ruine

I have trusted him. It’s hard... so hard to just see him as the villain. Especially when he says he wants to talk. Especially when he says he's regretful, that he wants me back, that we can work this out. But after sitting here, watching him perform this entire charade that he believes passes for an apology... I can’t ignore it anymore. I’ve been married to a man I never really knew. This has always been a movie. No, probably a fantasy. He gave me a fantasy. A carefully constructed illusion of the life I thought I was living, the life I thought I had… all while he took everything from me.

I added. “But someone else owns you, you have a wife.” she whispered, her fingers gripped my shirt, she was looking like someone that was at the verge of tears. “You are my wife, I don’t have any other wife. You are the one I want to get married to and you are the only one I’m getting married to. Athena is a sham, whatever you think is going on between both of us is business, just mafia power toss. Even if I get married to her, there won’t be any relationship between us.” I assured her.

The whole experience was completely surreal to Wren. It felt like something that had happened to someone else and she was only a spectator in her own body. Wren stood barefoot in her kitchen, waiting for the coffee machine to finish gurgling. The experience continued to replay in flashes. She lost her virginity to Dean, of all people, on a random Tuesday night. She remembered Felix, and how she used to have this childish fantasy of her virginity to her husband in a beautiful room, maybe with rose petals and champagne. She’d held on to it throughout her entire marriage to Felix, waiting for something that would never come, clinging to an idea of how things should be instead of accepting how f

On our wedding day, Ingrid Walton and I each fold 50 paper stars that have our wishes on them and drop them into the same glass jar. We promise not to open them until our fifth anniversary. And today is our fifth anniversary. She says she's got a meeting at work, so we'll celebrate when she's done. As I can't wait any longer, I twist open the lid and start unfolding mine first. "I hope we celebrate every anniversary together." "I hope I'll always be the number one person in her heart." "I hope we grow old together." Still smiling, I start on hers. The first one says, "Remember to buy him an almond milk latte every Wednesday afternoon." The second one says, "Remember, he has a sensit

"She's nothing! She's just some Italian whore your grandfather forced you to marry. She doesn't deserve you. She doesn't understand you like I do." Cat's expression didn't change, but I saw the slight shift in her stance. The predator calculating. "You tried to kill my wife," I said, my voice deadly quiet. "Multiple times." "She was in the way!" Fiona was crying now, mascara running down her face in black streaks. "Don't you see? Once she was gone, you would have seen me. Really seen me. We could have been together. We could have had everything." "You're delusional."

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.