Wife Seduces Husband Novels & Stories

His words, his gaze, his body, his deep voice and over all himself seducing me and hypnotizing me. “ Don't be shy, Wifey! We eventually have to consummate our marriage.” His sexy mouth curved into a smirk, pulling my attention towards those lips and I bit mine as the sudden urge to taste him overwhelmed me. I know it's my wolf who is having these crazy thoughts because I will never desire this man. “ Stop lying to us both, Felza!” My wolf growled, making me wince in embarrassment and shame. I turned my attention from this beautifully ugly man who is now my husband.

“You’ve been bewitched by this bitch! She’s clearly cheating on you, and you want to overlook it just like that. I know you’re trying to save face, but I don’t. I need compensation for marriage interference. Your wife seduced my husband, so she deserves to be punished. I know a hundred million is a lot of money, you can simply divorce her, and I won’t sue.” “And after that, then what? You think you would have a chance?” I sneered. “I…” the woman blushed. “I mean, since my husband is a cheat, I wouldn’t mind–” “I see… so this is what this is about. Not only are you two fraudsters, but you also think you stand a chance with me. Listen here, woman. I only have eyes for my wife…” “Even if she wa

It's getting late so his mind is to bring his wife to their house and bring her to his bed. He swallowed when he saw that his wife immediately took off her clothes leaving only her bra. He swallowed several times and his pants were tight. He released a few cheap ones because of his companion inside. He is getting hot with his wife who looks like Sleeping Beauty sleeping beside him. The living temptress, the innocent queen of seduction. Sweat is forming on the forehead of Mr. Shein while walking the way home to them. "Mr. Shein?" He turned to his wife and saw her looking at him while smiling.

In fact, I flaunted it—this man they’re speaking to is my husband. “You’re so damn sexy, my wife. I want to claim you right here, right now,” my husband whispered seductively after our lips parted. My smile widened. He’s getting a reward later. “You’re falling in love with your wife again,” I whispered back, smiling flirtatiously. He squeezed my waist with playful intensity and helped me sit beside him. He even looked like he wanted me to sit on his lap. We were seated across from Jasper’s guests—two long sofas facing each other.

You had an affair during your marriage, lavished me with gifts, and reveled in my affection. "You said your husband lacked emotional value, and I was the one you truly loved. You seduced me, slept with me, and even talked about having a child with me! Even this wedding was something you forced your husband to arrange for us, wasn’t it? How dare you blame it all on me!" Sean screamed in a hoarse voice, “You seduced me! I have the videos! Whether you admit it or not, you have no choice but to face the truth!”

This horrific and bizarre humiliation—his own wife coming to him drenched in the seed of another man, a slave at that, and panting as she reported her pleasure—was now the ultimate aphrodisiac, far more potent to him than any love potion. Kneeling demurely on the floor, In-young smoothly pulled down her husband's silk trousers—taut and ready to burst from his erection—below his knees. Then, with the very red lips that until moments ago had ravenously tasted the slave's seed. She opened wide, took her husband's flaccid length deep into her mouth. And began to suck, smoothly and expertly rolling her tongue.

I was surprised, it was not familiar to me. "Who is that?" I whispered to myself. Out of curiosity I opened the message. My mouth dropped, my hand trembled when I saw a photo. "N-No. It's not true..." My lips trembled and I sat on the edge of the bed still looking at the photo. It shows my husband with another woman, who is holding a baby, standing together. Both of them are beaming with sincere joy. My chest drops, until the anger starts to build. I can't believe what I am seeing. I don't want to think that he's having an affair. I am convincing myself that it is not true. It simply isn't. This does not mean that he is cheating. He loves me, I know that Lucas loves me.

"I wish I could have been there, watching it all happen again. I really like the idea of watching you fuck and not being a part of it. I want to watch my naughty slut of a wife take another cock." She moaned at his words, feeling her orgasm build. The thought of her husband getting excited at her infidelity was driving her crazy with excitement. "You're going to make me cum so fucking hard baby," she groaned. "I want you to cum with me. Fill my pussy up with your cum baby. I want it so bad."

I turned my head stiffly. I tensed up when I saw the woman at the door. She wore an off-white cashmere coat. Her makeup was delicately done. Her hair was permed in a stylish curl. She was my wife, Sloane, whom I had missed dearly for over thirty years. The man beside her wore a dark gray suit with a tie. His hair was meticulously combed. I recognized him at once. It was Wallace. Back in the day, he was a loafer in the neighborhood. He often stole things and harassed widows. He even served two years in prison.

Sedar cast a sidelong glance at his wife as they stood at the top of the staircase, facing the influx of paparazzi forming in front of them, armed with cameras and microphones, eager to obtain the full story of his secret love affair, which resulted in him eloping in a foreign country without family present. She bit her lip as she stared out into the open, looking like a scared kitten. He watched as her chest rose and fell, and he took her hand in his. Bringing it up to his mouth, he brushed his lips along her knuckles. She gasped with wide eyes, fighting the urge to pull away from him. "It's showtime, Askim." (My love) He whispered, his words masked by the kiss he gently placed on her fever