Wife Next Door Novels & Stories

Lesley was 5'5", with fair skin, striking features, and an excellent figure that often drew attention when she stepped into the elevator. Even when dressed conservatively, her figure had a certain allure that caught the eye. She had the kind of grace and charm that a married woman exuded, a contrast to the energy of a single woman. Women always have plenty to talk about, while men tend to bond over work-related discussions. So, my wife and I often hung out with them. One day, I was in Joe's kitchen, flipping a spatula as I prepared a dish from my hometown. The dish needed more salt, so Joe went downstairs to buy some. "Honey, I'm back. What are you making today?" A cheerful voice called from

Distant. Her gaze drifted to the unfamiliar faces. She already knew Gisselle. The other two, she didn’t. Thelma followed her line of sight. “That’s Patience Kingsley,” she said, pointing subtly. “My next-door neighbor. I brought her because her husband asked for a divorce, and she’s refusing to sign the papers.” Victoria gestured toward the other woman. “And that’s Lila Hawthorne. Also my neighbor. Her marriage is abusive.” Cassie’s chest tightened.

“Darling, congratulations on your anniversary. I wish you guys many happy years as a beautiful couple.” I smiled. That would only work if I could talk to my husband right now. “Thank you, I smiled.” “And it looks like there’s a little one coming soon.” She looked at my tummy and I smiled. Fuck I wanted to be out of here immediately. The woman, who I remember her name to be Mrs Huston, is a family friend and I didn’t want to be rude to her but I had to see my husband before he made a mistake that could ruin both of us.

Mrs. Adams was the kind of woman who loved the thrill of being caught. She had a husband, a nice house, and a life that looked perfect from the outside. But inside, she was restless. She wanted what she wasn’t supposed to have. Two weeks ago, a new family moved in next door. The man, Mr. Andrew, was tall, fit, and looked like he followed every rule. His wife was a busy professional, and they had two kids. To Mrs. Adams, he wasn't just a neighbor; he was a challenge.

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

But soon she will have a new relation in her life with nuptial chain on her neck and vermillion on her forehead making her turn into a married woman and be called as 'Wife' his wife. Her trance and bubbles of thought broke when she heard a hustle bustle sound from outside. She stepped out of her room closing the door slowly as Farha hates her sleep getting disturbed. She looked around she saw her mother, father, uncle, aunt, cousin brother's running here and there seeing the decoration. A smile crept on her face and soon it turned into a sad teary smile as she realized this is the first and last day after so many years seeing them together.

And not even the perky breasts and round ass of the most beautiful woman on the planet can derail me from that. I smile. “Zefiro.” I make a point not to look at the woman again. “Have a good day.” Just as I turn to leave, the woman says hastily, “Would you care to join us for Thanksgiving tomorrow?” I stop walking. Very slowly, I turn around. It is clear her husband is displeased with her sudden request, but he tries to mask it with another smarmy smile. However, my eyes aren’t on him. They’re on his wife and her grey eye that sears into me. I know what she’s doing. If I say yes, Jaxon won’t touch her tonight. He won’t hit her, until after Thanksgiving.

Humiliation held my tongue captive. My silence only made him impatient. "Are you going to cry again? Is that all you know how to do?" His gaze sharpened, towering over me like a Beta scolding an Omega. "Grace, you're a grown woman, yet all you ever think about is that. Maybe you wouldn't be so desperate if you weren't so idle! "Doing the same thing with the same person always—don't you ever get bored?" The words echoed in my head, but the real blow had landed long before tonight. Our neighbor, Amy Reed's voice slithered back into my mind.

My neighbour's wife is a young, very good looking half Chinese girl called Clara. She is slim and barely 5' tall, and so looks tiny. But she has thick black hair and brown eyes, nice little tits, long slender legs for her height, and a neat figure with a very cute round bum. Her husband Jack is a little older than Clara, and to my good fortune, he has developed a desire to see his young wife getting used. Last night he invited me along to watch and take notes about what was going on, when he and Clara were to visit a couple that he knew, Roy and June.

It was a warm summer afternoon and Jenna was home alone, her husband away on a business trip. She was in the kitchen, washing the dishes and humming along to a pop song on the radio, when the doorbell rang. Jenna dried her hands on a towel and made her way to the front door, opening it to reveal her neighbor, Mark, standing on the welcome mat with a friendly smile. He was holding a casserole dish in his hands. "Hi there," he said, his blue eyes twinkling. "I heard you were home alone and I thought I'd bring over a home-cooked meal for you to enjoy. My wife Cindy is pregnant and can barely stand to be in the kitchen these days."