Wife Stroies Novels & Stories

her hand started imitating the shaking motion of the stool when she stepped too high; “if I get high Basey .” Even as my hand dripped the hot cum from my explosion, I looked down and saw my wife holding a note in front of the camera that read, “Hold it for her.” I smiled down at her as Mary had turned around to continue her dusting. I smeared my wet cock over my wife’s face on the phone only to have her reply by licking her tongue up her own camera. Believe me when I say that my wife can suck a cock like a pro…and she loves to swallow my cum. How I wish she were home more.

said the merchant's wife, standing at the burning stovetop; finishing up her cooking by adding a little salt, pepper, and more herbs to their favorite meal of fish stew. “Truth be always told. Maria is not as attractive as her other sisters,” the wealthy fisherman's wife said, sighing while mixing up not so vigorously with a wooden ladle the last ingredient she had placed into the fish stew, scrutinizing and lamenting again on their youngest daughter's unfortunate ugliness.

Jim whispers to his wife. She just shrugs her shoulders.... “I don’t really know the answer to that question, honey, but you are a very smart guy, so you will figure this out... I have faith in you.” “Dad!” Stella yells from upstairs and I can tell in her voice there’s something wrong. We all haul ass up to Stella’s room. When we get in there, she is setting in the floor with her phone in her hand and rocking back and forth and tears running down her face.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Noah said Natalia opened her mouth to answer but Noah beat her to it. “My wife enjoys cooking and singing to herself when she doesn’t have company. Not very much.” Piero noticed it all, but he decided to not say anything. Maybe he just felt that his wife was shy, or uncomfortable and was saving her the stress of answering herself. Even if that seemed very unlikely, he decided to go with that. “Do you read with your words often?” Piero asked and Noah scrunched up his face. “Of course I don’t read with my wife. I have my own things to do, and she stays on her own, sometimes with her friend, Gwendolyn.” Noah answered.

I watched the recording, fists clenched so tight my fingers went white. So Grandpa knew. He knew the whole time. And she let him find out something that dirty. Then why didn't he tell me? The guy swallowed hard. "Ms. Sweeney wasn't scared. She snapped, 'You old bastard, your grandson can't even have kids, and you won't let me borrow one?' Then she said, 'Be smart. Right now, only I know. Expose this, and everyone will know your grandson can't give you a great-grandchild.'

If only Stella could control the words that were coming out of her mouth. He hated hearing her imply repeatedly that Belle was dead. He just wanted to rest, but that doesn’t mean he’s giving up. Maybe Belle has gone away and taken a break too. He would understand. If she comes back, whenever that may be, he would welcome her with open arms. “She’s my wife, Stella. You’re talking ill of my wife. I know she’s somewhere and she will come back to me. So, enough. Just stop.” “I was the one you promised marriage. Don’t you remember? Those words mean nothing to you now?”

I quicken my pace to reach her, the urgency and dread linger in my voice as I inquire, "How is Stacey?" Roxanne's eyes betray a sense of sorrow as she lowers her head, a heavy weight settling in the pit of my stomach. Desperation drives me to grip her shoulders, shaking her gently as I demand, "Tell me, how is my wife?" She takes a deep breath before delivering the devastating news, her words shattering my world in an instant. "She is in a critical condition and has lost her baby."

Frank was left stunned as he looked on, while an awkward look appeared on Cid's face. In the distance, Wilk was even more confused—when did his wife get so close with Cid?! Meanwhile, Mrs. Sturgeon was sobbing hysterically, as if she was about to fall apart. "T-That's him, Cid… He hurt my husband and my son—" "Shut up!" Cid snapped at Mrs. Sturgeon despite his awkward reaction. "Get out! This is none of your business. "What?!" Cid's attitude left Mrs. Sturgeon sobbing even harder. "Y-You scoundrel! You told me you could help me if I'm in trouble! But now that my son and I are being bullied, you're snapping at me instead of helping?!"

He very much wanted to teach her a good lesson. "What a coincidence. Let me tell you, there was also a child bride same name as Darling. It's Stella!" RK retorted. "Really? With the same name as Darling?" Adrian's eyes lit up. "Of course, I wouldn't lie to you. That Stella is so pitiful. Every day, she was beaten and scolded by her mother-in-law, and she had to do all the housework. She had to cook and wash dishes, and her husband took concubines behind her back. She cried in her room every day. Every time she saw me, she told me, "Rene, save me. I can't live anymore."