Wife's Seduction Novels & Stories

Freya asked, feeling a bit shy. "No, I mean seductive loungewear. Silks. Lace. Things that look effortless but make him stay awake at night thinking about you," Anastasia explained. "But here is the most important part: Make him crave you. Make him want you, and then... starve him. Men love the chase, Freya. They like women who are confident and seductive, but they hate it when it’s too easy. If you give it to him on a silver platter, he’ll think you’re cheap. You have to be a prize he has to win."

"You are not going to rape me, are you?" "You are my wife. Come to bed." He held my hands together. He turned me around making me to face him. "Can you swear that you don't want this?" His eyes rambled on my semi-exposed breast. He brought his face closer to my breast and rubbed them with it. I moaned, the feeling weakened me. "Are you trying to seduce me?" "It's not a crime if I seduce my wife." With his teeth, he unbuttoned my nightwear, his hands still clutching on my both hands behind my back, making my breast shoot out to his face.

I set it down beside him, turn it so the back is to him, then straddle it. "What does that mean?" His voice is weak. "What does that fucking mean!" He screams, shaking in place, and I regret not cutting his tongue out. "It was a decision your wife came to after learning of your activities outside the holy bond of matrimony." "Ahhh!" His scream fills the room. "This one's loud, boss," Leon contributes from behind me. Brandishing the saw, I speak. "They all are. Let's cut Marco here some slack." "Humph!" He huffs but doesn't complain further.

The warmth of her skin instantly startled the man. Iblis's mind went blank as his wife trailed her foot over his leg, then wedged it between his thighs. Before he could react, she snaked her arm around his waist and leaned over to litter kisses on his jaw. His rod jumped at her provocation. Iblis painfully closed his eyes, internally cursing his wife as a vixen, as he allowed her to seduce him. Her hand reached for the fly of his zipper. He reacted subconsciously and gripped her wrist to urge her. But she might have perceived his action as his attempt to stop her.

she yelled at her too. I love my wife's enthusiasm; she loves doing anything she puts her heart into. “How do you guys want me to seduce him, the first time I am getting close to him?” “Use your feminine touch” she persuaded. “I will try my best, mother” she replied I walked out of them in annoyance and started planning plan b in my head in case they messed with my plan.

My eyes darted to the movement but I immediately raised my gaze to her eyes. My wife may or may not be loyal to me but I am for her. This woman's seducing is not as arousing to me as my wife's subtle, innocent actions. She's the only one I will be seduced by. I let out a small, condescending laugh. "Mrs. McConney, you shouldn't act so suggestively when we are in the topic of someone's passing. Please, have some respect for you dead husband." She visibly gulped and uncrossed her legs.

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag

“Tell me exactly why you’re sucking your stepson’s dick while your husband waits upstairs.” I gasp for air, voice hoarse and broken. “Please, Sir… I need your cock. I’ll do anything to keep you quiet. I’m a dirty cheating wife. I married your father but my pussy still remembers how you fucked me raw.” Marcus laughs darkly, clearly loving my submission. “Good girl. Such a honest little whore.” He shoves back in, fucking my throat harder now. My nose presses against his pelvis on every thrust. I’m gagging, drooling, mascara running, completely ruined.

vulnerable? She swallowed hard, trying to push aside the urge to feel sympathy. “You’re asking me to pretend to be in love with you. To pretend to be your wife. And you think I’ll just agree because you’re throwing money at me?” Her voice rose slightly, but she didn’t back down.

“But it has a secret and special section. Quite expensive, but open only to a few. It is called The Art of Subtle Seduction and Sensuality.” I felt a flicker of hope, small but bright. “Really?” Lucia nodded, her eyes serious. “Once you allow yourself to be trained by the instructors in that class, your husband will have eyes for only you. Eventually, you will have him eating out of the palm of your hands.” I smiled, the first real smile I had felt all day. “That sounds like a much better plan than drugging my husband and having him sleep with me.” Lucia shook her head, her expression dismissive. “That is a cheap stunt for classless people. You are too beautiful for that. All you have to do