Wife Fantasy Novels & Stories

Forbidden Fantasies

“So, based on your claim, you know almost everything that happened in this kingdom, right? As long as they are recorded on books… right?” “Yes, you could think so.” “Then, are you open to discuss something with me?” “Yes. Anything, Your Highness.” “I want you to share your opinion regarding the situation I will tell you about. So, I'm reading a novel with the background of life in the current Dracenthia Kingdom. In the novel, a wife gaves birth to a child not from her husband’s. Even though she was sure that she always sharing bed with her husband…” Fuschia take a deep breath before continuing.

And Jasmine wished she should be blessed with this power. But unfortunately she is just a normal delicate women, who enjoy love, passion and care of her Mafia Hubby, and she also feel the passion but too shy to even try any other positions, whenever Eric try to make her sit on his lap, and while moving kissing her shaking neck and lips, Jasmine felt like she can't continue because in that position Eric enter his whole ‘thing’ and she is too tiny for that ‘thing’, she started to put her hands on Eric’s shoulder and escape. But Eric wants to try many positions with his beautiful wife, but he knows he has to wait. At this moment, his big hands moved through her hair lovingly.

Her world crumbled right before her eyes. She immediately imagined herself pulling that woman’s hair and strangling her neck. She wanted to confront her and ask her why she would do that to her husband. Ask her where did she find the audacity to steal a married man. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and cry like no one was around. In reality, her self-worth was gone even when she remained composed. She wanted to put all the blame on the woman when her husband seemed to equally enjoy the ass that was on his lap. She could not even bring herself to defend Jack. He willingly kissed and did even more with another woman.

Tilting my head, I asked her gravely, “Are you sure you will live on your own or would you take your senior Andrew or your professor Vito’s help?” Juggling her wrist free, she said, fuming in rage, “Even if I live with Andrew, Vito or any fucking man or all under the same roof it shouldn't bother you, Mr. Xander.” I couldn't believe my ears. Was my wife hating me so much that she could sleep with countless men? Why are none of them not me, huh? My wolf was on the verge of coming to the surface and showing my bad wife whom she belonged to. “Zara!” I snarled before bending down to snatch the suitcase.

Now, with the help of an aphrodisiac, she can finally unleash her deepest, most secret desires. Iris wants to be not only a decent wife to Vince but also a little slut in his bed. For this reason. She has remained a v.irgin, not even holding hands with another man. In the beginning, her belief was to keep her v.irgin and innocent to Vince, but since she accidentally saw p.ornographic videos on the Internet last year, she began to have indescribable sexual fantasies about Vince. It was such a pleasure to be Vince's wife that she longed for his thick d.ick to enter her body every night, that her walls would clench around him, and that she would climax with a moan.

" Fachri acts as if Airin had sought his permission. He also points towards the entrance of the apartment building, further convincing Wiwit that what he said is the truth. "That's right, Professor." Wiwit smiles with admiration, increasingly impressed with Airin and Fachri's marriage. "In that case, I'll excuse myself, Professor. I'll go cook." Without waiting for any response from Fachri, Wiwit quickly enters her own unit. She daydreams about her husband being sweet and gentle like Fachri. Of course, she would be the happiest woman in the world. A truly beautiful fantasy but difficult to turn into reality. *** Approaching the due

She looked at me incredulously as tears streamed down her face. "It can't be, Daon. That woman has blinded you. She's bewitched you. Can't you see she's just a homewrecker?" Louyse accused, and I shook my head. "You say that because you're jealous of her. She's not a nobody, she's my wife, and nothing you say or do will change that!" I declared decisively, opening my office door for her to leave. She shook her head in disbelief, and I saw the fire in her eyes.

"This woman is so beautiful. She's even more stunning than Tilly. She's like a fairy. I had my eyes on her first, and if we're buddies, none of you will try to steal her from me." "Why should we listen to you? Let's compete fairly. Whoever manages to win her heart claims her." "I could marry her. What about you guys?" Yves watched the commotion behind him. The guys were fighting over Victoria. "Don't you guys look in the mirror before leaving the house? Have you no self-awareness? What kind of fantasy worlds are you living in? She would never be interested in guys like you." The others turned to Yves. "Mr. Homer, are you also interested in her? If you are, just say so. We'll fight for her fa

What an ass! “There's rarely a woman who wants to be like you, Feb. Maybe there won't even be one,” said Widya starting his sentence after a moment of silence. “You're willing to be married, but don't demand to be recognized.” “Because our marital status is hidden. Is that what you mean, ma'am?” Widya replied with a shake of her head. “You know who Ares is, right? Our husband?” Our husband? Even Widya said it so smoothly. Making Feby shudder in horror because she didn't know how to measure the depth of the feelings of the woman in front of her.