Wife Seduces Husband Novels & Stories

“Hey, old fart, you were the one who claimed to like me so much! You gave me expensive gifts, treated me to meals, tried to please me, and even gave me a lot of pocket money. I only reluctantly got together with you, because of your shameless pursuits! How could you accuse me of seducing you? “Even if I were to seduce someone, I’d go for a young and handsome guy. Why the hell would I seduce an old fart like you? Are you saying that I’m attracted to your shriveled banana?” The woman retorted, walked over, and huffed a puff of smoke in Hunter’s face before speaking to Belinda, “You’re his wife? You’re so old that your husband finds you unattractive and lacking charm. He said that he likes some

He asks, and just then, the footsteps descending the staircase lazily pulls his attention, and a wide exciting smile spreads on his lips as he watches his ever beautiful wife walking up to him. "Welcome home, honey. How was work," She asks after she hugs him. "It was fine. Come on, let's go inside," He says to her and takes her hand. "I want to have a word with you, Alex," Alexa springs up to his feet and says to him, after she glares daggers at Wendy for some reason best known to herself. "I'll be back, Alexa. I need to change my clothes upstairs in my room," He says to her before he finally walks away while holding his wife's hand.

But you threw away my love for another man, and I’m sure you’d gladly serve him in bed in the name of love. Jason, you bastard! I won’t let you get away with this. I have to teach you a lesson for seducing my wife, even though you’re married to Hannah. You don’t deserve to be called a gentleman. You’re just a coward who doesn’t know shame, sharing your love between two women without feeling guilty and pretending to be good in front of everyone.

“Liam does it better, huh?” “Don’t,” she whispered. His hand slid to her waist, slow and deliberate. “Your husband cheated on you with your sister. What’s a better revenge than moaning under the one man the Walters pretend doesn’t exist?” She swallowed hard. Her body trembled—betraying her. Her pulse drummed in her ears. Her thighs clenched. Why was she feeling this way? So out of breath. So overwhelmed. She has never been turned on like this. “I could make you feel so good,” he whispered, letting his thumb trail the line where her top ended. “You look sex-starved.”

Diana moaned, throwing her head back, and then leaned down to capture Simone’s nipple in her mouth, sucking hard while her fingers found Simone’s cunt and began to fuck her in time with my thrusts. I stroked my cock, already hard again, watching the two women devour each other. Diana was a fucking natural, her hips grinding against Simone’s face while her fingers pistoned in and out. It was the most depraved, beautiful thing I had ever seen. I was about to erupt just from watching. “Enough!” I barked. “My turn.” Diana moved aside, and I positioned myself between Simone’s legs. “This is what you wanted? My cock in your married pussy, Simone?” I didn’t wait for an answer.

Thomas pulls some papers out of the folder, “I have the contract here. As you can see, Maxwell signed his. The contract explains that in the case of abuse or infidelity that you are allowed to file without penalties. In two years, if you have no feelings for my son, you are welcome to divorce him without penalties and I will continue to fund your father’s care. If you divorce him before the two-year mark, then you pay back everything that was invested plus penalty fees. You won’t be entitled to any assets until five years of marriage. If he files for divorce before the two years, then you are not liable.” My mind is racing with different thoughts. I pick up the contract and begin to scan thr

Then she remembered that day, how his gaze darkened when she teased him, how he nearly lost control, how he kissed her back like he had been starving for her. Her knees weakened a little. “Okay,” she whispered, “we’re doing this. We’re seducing my husband.” It shouldn’t have been an epiphany. It was basic marriage protocol, right? Seduce spouse, enjoy spouse. But for Elena, deadliest assassin on the east coast, this was war. And she would win. New mission: Make Roman make out with me again. She smirked to herself. “I’ll kill a dozen armed men without blinking, but asking my husband to kiss me is somehow where I draw the line. Jesus.”

Suddenly, Sebastian sprang up like a man possessed and reached for them with his hands, kneading them, playing with them, like they were his personal fruits. He kissed down her body, circling her waist to support her movements. He was overpowered with desire and astonishment as his normally conservative wife displayed herself all for him, riding and jumping on his cock like it was the most natural thing she’d ever done. This beauty was seducing him with every movement and he reveled in it. He was enjoying himself so immensely as she started fucking him to the moon and back. Her pussy juice seemed to drip down, soaking his crotch and the bed beneath.

They stood in the hallway like a perfect family portrait, Mom in her designer suit, Dad looking distinguished in his work clothes, Rose wearing concern like the latest fashion trend. "Hello, sister." My voice came out steady. "Shouldn't you be comforting your fiancé?" Rose's eyes widened. Always the performer. "Camille, please. Let me explain..." "Explain what? How you've been sleeping with my husband? Or how you set this whole thing up from the beginning?" "What is she talking about?" Dad turned to Rose, who already had tears forming. Perfect, delicate tears that never smeared her makeup. "She's upset," Rose whispered. "Lashing out. You know how she gets, Daddy."

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.