Wife With Stranger Novels & Stories

I shouted. “Its Jana!” My eyes widen when I saw my wife at the door. "Wife!" "Hi there husband." She said then smirked

After various bad things happened to him, Eros suddenly came like an angel and offered to help him. "It's up to you to pretend to be my wife or whatever, as long as we get married and everyone knows you're my wife," Eros continued, this time Alea nodded her head firmly. He was completely sure and agreed with Eros’s offer. Compared to marrying an old man who has many wives, Alea prefers to marry a stranger she just met on the street. Eros stretched out his hand, intending to invite Alea to shake hands. Nervously, Alea returned Eros's handshake and agreed to the agreement between them. "Then, today we are shopping for clothes and your needs. Then fitting our wedding clothes." After saying that

Everybody started looking around for the groom. "Where is Carlos?", my mother whispered under her fake smile as she walked me to the alter. "I don't care", I said and then we reached the alter. Valerie reached out and took my hands. Everyone in the crowd gasped, shocked. "Hello Stranger", he said with a broad smile on his face. "Hello you", I said smiling back. "This is gonna be the best wedding ever", he said. Oh yes it is

the guy answered. He probably works here as a model. He had the looks and the height for it. While he was standing there, his back resting on the wall and his arms crossed, and as he lazily looked at Belle, she thought it would be a great shot. “Okay. I’m just wondering. Well, it’s nice to meet you.” “I’ve seen you before.” “Really? Where?” “At that unnecessary grand party your husband threw for you.” The stranger who hasn’t introduced his name yet said.

Chapter Nine. A man follows Natalia as she comes back home from Wendy’s place. Her social life only consists of her outings with her husband, and with Wendy. Natalia already noticed the man, but at first, she was not sure that he was following her, but after she takes a right turn and turns again to arrive at the starting point, she realises that the man has indeed been following her all the while.

Her moans were muffled, her ass bouncing as the stranger fucked her hard. The groom pulled out his cock and guided it into her mouth. Lisa’s eyes widened. Then she began sucking. Voluntarily. Ryan was in shock. He had never imagined he’d let another man touch his wife, let alone fuck her in front of him. And yet, here she was, being spit-roasted by two strangers while his hand pumped his cock like it belonged to someone else. The guy behind her groaned and started thrusting faster. Then he stiffened, moaned loudly, and slammed forward, finishing inside her.

I gape at the handsome stranger in front of me. Easily he stands there like he gives no care in the world; he’s staring at the man in my seat with a dark expression. “Leave before I make you.” The man returns the look with a hard glare of his own, “I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. Dude, no need to hammer me.” He stands up. “Wife.” The stranger corrects hardly, “she’s my wife.”

Neither the stranger or my wife lasted very long before orgasms shot through them. The stranger thanked my wife for letting him watch and finger fuck her as he zippered up his jeans. Before he turned to walk away, he closed the door and reached through the open window to pinch her right nipple. "I'm sure glad I came for coffee tonight he said as he walked away. I hope you two cum for coffee again."

It was a very recent entry of Aaron and it was after a long period of the previous entry. 'Hie, after a long time I'm writing in it. I don't know how and why but my feelings towards my wife are intensifying. Oh, I'm sorry I didn't introduce her. Well her name is Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. She is an MBA gold medallist. She owns a café with her best friend. She is crazy. She is a prankster. She is childish yet mature. Yesterday she said I love you to someone. I know when we got married I was the one who said that we will not be husband-wife but will be friends. When I saw her hugging that stranger and telling him I love you, I was so angry. I felt possessive of her.

Will you manage without me for a little while? The pastor’s wife answered, “Sure, I’ll be OK. The pastor bowed before exiting the room and turning around. The outsider waited and watched until he heard the door close and saw the pastor leaving the church out the window. Relieved, the stranger got to his feet, emerged from the shadow, and slowly made his way to the pastor’s wife. She didn’t yell or move when she saw him. She appeared to be waiting for him. She spoke calmly and said, “Who are you?