Wife Novels & Stories

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

The man said in a pleading voice. Bonnie sighed, "You sure your wife won't mind?" "I'm sure." "Okay. I'm Bonnie, by the way." "I'm Blake. Pastor Blake." Bonnie smiled as she, Egg and Blake walked to his car. *** "Honey, I'm home!" Blake happily said as he walked into his house with Egg and Bonnie. A petite woman with blonde hair and blue eyes appeared. "Oh, hey. Uhh, who is this?" "Babe, this Bonnie and her guide dog, Egg. They'll be staying with us until Bonnie gets back on her feet. Is that okay?" Bonnie's cheeks reddened.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

I was glad she walked away. She would get hurt if I didn’t go easy on her. Katherine was a twig: no meat on her bones. She was one of the girls who overestimated their abilities over me. Not to brag, but I was over one hundred years old. She was merely 15-17 considering the last time I saw her. This gave me an extensive advantage over the girl I have been beaten by many vampire women, but never alone werewolf. Especially, not a lone werewolf who had just been hit by a car. She had a very slim chance considering her frame and accident yesterday.

He can see her beautiful pointed virgin breasts and her tiny waist giving her the shape of an African goddess. “Nathan! Hello..” Angela waves at Nathan trying to make him zoom out of wherever he’s lost in. “Hey! sorry, you’re done? Umm…can I get you a glass of wine?” “Yes thank you.” “Viper, this is my wife Angela.” “Angy, Viper one of my boys.” “Nice meeting you Mrs. Williams Always at your service.” “Thank you.” [smiles and sit down next to Nathan] “Sir you have a beautiful wife.” [Viper can’t stop staring at Angela.

the girl grumbled, showing a sullen face. Wira then walked towards the woman, hugged her with a faint smile, he was amused by their current condition. Be honest, Wira really still loves Juliana, at first he was very serious about Juliana and they were even saving together to get married later, but as time went on Wira also became more aware that he also could not live without the woman who was currently in his arms.

Her friend was munching on the grape that had been added to the various platter of tonight's menu and she ate in such a slutry and seductive way. She seemed to be blind to what was happening or pretending she had not seen it yet. My breathing got heavier and my dick stiffer. It was hard to endure that torture my wife using only one foot to rub my dick, slowly, always with a sly smile on her face. She tried to unzip my pants with one of her toes. “Is everything okay?” Chomzy my wife’s friend asks me, and I swear she made it sound like a really snarky question, as if she was absolutely aware, loving it and teasing me about it.

“Actually, what bothers you is not that I have the support of my wife, but that no one else can count on such a good battle card. Rain is a woman, yes, but being a woman doesn't make her weak and that's what bothers you. >> Because while other people's wives concentrate on giving their husband massages and taking care of the kids, my wife does a lot of other things. That's why you know that if she's around, your chances of winning are zero and that's what makes you angry. Because your shame is to be defeated by a she-wolf.

Oanez let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat as Aleric stepped trailed and slipped a finger inside Oanez's wide open p*ssy. Then the old woman laid on the floor, and she watched as her husband mounted her, his manhood disappearing and up into the woman, and appearing seconds later. Horror, fear, anger, and disgust held her in place as they continued their tryst. Dimly, she became aware that the other witches in the hall were now engaged in different sexual acts of their own. "Wanna Join, cunt?" laughed a witch in her face as another stopped dove n and began to s*ck the woman's

"Now I'm sure you have lots of questions for me, Riley, and I am happy to answer them all. But first, I need to explain myself and why all this torture has been brought upon you." Riley looked at this woman, trying to figure out what she wanted. However, there was a hit on familiarity with her as well. Like she knew this woman and had met her. She had the same brown hair as Riley, but her hair was up in a messy bun and dreaded in places, with stray hairs sticking out everywhere. She wore baggy clothes with a long shawl. She also had tons of rings and bracelets covering her hands and wrists. She looked like a hippy. Maybe this woman had been smoking too much or eating too many shrooms. She wa