Wife Seduced Stories Novels & Stories

She felt so ashamed because deep in her heart she wanted it to happen again. She shook her head several times, trying to get rid of the dirty thoughts.! How could she expect such a thing from an annoying person like Nicholas! But since she was no longer a virgin, she could have tried it with another man. Maybe with Trey Cole? But how? Soon in everyone's eyes, she was Nicholas Anthony's wife, she wouldn't be able to make love to anyone for the next two years. "Oh shit!" she snapped angrily. She just wanted to explore her sexual desires but she was constrained by that damn contract! She had to talk to him.

The seductive scent of perfume was already distracting her husband's common sense. “Don't ask about the kids first, Mas. I really miss them,” whined Feby spoiled. Ares blinked when he saw his wife approaching. In an instant now Feby was on his lap. Doing a finger dance to fulfill his original intention. “You're getting prettier.” Ares began to be lulled. His hand was about to unbutton Feby's top dress. However, the woman held it back with a lightning movement. It seemed that his wife wanted to play around. That's what was in the mind of Ares who was already aroused. With a single jerk, he had carried the synthetic body to the room.

Two days later Kirsten Herrington POV My sister’s wedding reception was a complete bust. I spent most of the day texting plane girl. She kept texting me facts and I kept trying to find it. I finally found her book two days ago. its really romance and no one has died yet, but I kept on it. It was about a couple meeting in a club they had sex, like really steamy sex. God the way she described it, I couldn’t help myself. I was half chub at the thought of doing that with her. she’s very descriptive and almost leaves nothing to the imagination.

"Serena, you were the one who seduced me! You did it for 30,000 dollars, remember?!" His words stopped me cold. Yes, I had seduced him and gotten into bed with him for 30,000 dollars. I needed that money for my dad's surgery, so I grew desperate and manipulated him. But everything that happened afterward was beyond my expectations. It made me see now how wrong I was from the start. I should've done anything, literally anything, but got involved with Jethro. Now, here I was, stuck in a secret fling and living a life that no longer belonged to me. Was any of this worth it?

he whispered, his words barely audible, yet it was enough confirmation for her. Her gaze fixated on the brown envelope, deliberately placed on the dining table by her husband. She reached for it and slowly opened the envelope. "D-Divorce papers..." “I want to see Lazare. Take me to him,” she commanded with distinct certainty and determination in her voice. “Are you out of your mind?” The tears she had been holding back rolled down her cheeks as she forced herself to sit on the bed. “C’mon, don’t be stubborn, Vlada. You just lost your baby…”

I mumbled, sniffling, unable to look him in the face. “Did you marry her?” Amelia asks, approaching Damian, I looked up, and blue eyes looked at me worried. I looked away, I felt an immense desire to cry, to be alone. “Yes” He answered, he has lied to him, I fixed my gaze on him again, and looking directly at me, without hesitation he said, “Abigail is my wife.” By name alone, he tells everyone the same thing. That I am his wife, but she doesn't trust me.

I ask, I've never heard her story and everyone knows mine, so I'd like to hear hers. "Oh man." She situates herself in the seat, crossing her legs. "You know those stories where women don't know they've been cheated on until three days before their wedding?" "I've seen enough Hallmark and Lifetime movies to know what you're talking about." She raises her hand. "That's me. I came home from the salon, after getting everything waxed and plucked, was packing the small bag I had for my honeymoon," she emphasizes small, "when I heard a noise in the spare bedroom of my house. I honestly didn't think about it, but we had a dog so I went to check it out. Imagine my surprise when my best friend and my

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.

Everything seemed ordinary on the surface, but there was an undercurrent—something unsettling, a subtle wrongness I couldn’t put my finger on. Elena Williams. Her name was bold on the first page, and her story laid bare in black and white. On paper, she was just a woman—a girl, really—whose life unravelled far too soon. Her mother had died young, leaving her in the care of a father and a stepmother who didn’t seem to care enough. She’d been engaged once, to Jackson Miller. A good match, by all accounts. But that had ended abruptly because out of nowhere, Elena had turned up pregnant—by another man. She was cast out, shamed, and left to fend for herself.

Liam was exuding a bone-chilling air and staring right at Hunter's shifty eyes. He grabbed Hunter's collar so tightly that his knuckles were popping. His eyes were filled with an overwhelming desire to kill as he bellowed, "What did you say? My wife seduced you on purpose?" Hunter stood his ground and shouted, "That's right. She was the one who seduced me. I rejected her sternly, but she just wouldn't give up. She deliberately took off her clothes and collapsed in front of me. I don't think your wife has truly fainted."