Wifes Fantasies Novels & Stories

It was not one of my fantasies to see my beautiful wife having sex with other guys. Let's face it, if she ever had sex with someone outside our marriage under normal circumstances, I'd divorce her in a heartbeat, no matter how much I loved her, and I loved her to the moon and back. I'd always questioned the stories of men who didn't care if their wives slept with other men, and even enjoyed watching them do it. So, I wasn't fond of imagining her with someone else. On the other hand, I'd offered to let her live her fantasies, even if at the same time, I would be living some of my own. I'd gone back and forth on it a dozen times, usually changing my mind a half dozen times in just a few hours.

“Sounds like you’ve got a good one at home. So tell me… what’s the fantasy? You want to watch her with someone else? You want her to watch you? Come on, give us the details.” Another long pause. I could almost hear him breathing. Then he spoke again, slower this time, like he was forcing the words out. “My three older brothers,” he said. “I want to watch them fuck my wife. I want to sit there and see them give her the kind of pleasure I can’t give her by myself. I want them to touch her everywhere. Taste her. Fill her up. I want them to claim her while I watch. I want her to look at me while they’re inside her. I want her to know I’m hard just from seeing it happen.”

He is looking at me; I have so many questions. "Ask away; I can tell you have plenty of questions, Lisa." Nodding, I find the first one to start. "These women are not prostitutes, then?" I honestly thought they were. "No, the women are not paid; it's not just women – there are plenty of men here too." Okay, that is good and eases my mind a bit. "Okay, you say fantasies. What sort of fantasies?" He laughed at my question; I was serious. "Sexual fantasies of course Lisa, fetishes, all those things – surely you have a sexual ntasy." My face is getting red, it is, but there is no way I am talking about it.

I am okay with how the things are in my bedroom. As long as he gets satisfied it doesn't matter to me whether I reach the orgasm or not. I am not in love with Brian I am doing it to because it's one of my wifely duties.I might use it the day I meet the love of my life. We put on our sun hats and ate outside to go see the animals. I had my binoculars with me. Oh the fresh air and tge sun kissing my sun. We spent months cooped up in tall buildings. We have even forgotten that there I actually life apart from work and having kids and husbands. There's is more to life than being a wife.

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

As far as Madeline knew, couples who got divorced once usually ended up in divorce again. If their first marriage didn't work out, how could they be happy in their second marriage? Therefore, if there was any misunderstanding or conflict between them, they might break up again. Madeline believed she could break them apart sooner or later and then steal Julien away from Sydney. For any man that Madeline laid her eyes on, she must have him. Madeline's heart pounded violently, and her breath went short as she thought of Julien's handsome face, his power, and his wealth. Ambition filled her eyes.

She's beautiful. "Are you talking to me?" I ask her. "Yeah, I see the way you've been looking at her. I know that look. Do you like her?" I laugh and rub my neck nervously, a little embarrassed. "Well... Funny thing is she's my wife." "Oh." She says a bit surprised. "Your wife?" "Yeah. I think she's trying to make me jealous on purpose, I don't know, I just don't understand." "Oh, it's that kind of night. I totally understand. You see that man over there?" She says, pointing up to a man sitting in the VIP section, surrounded by three girls. I look up and see the man. He looks expensive.

"The arrangement was always for you to marry Miguel Antonio. That was the deal we struck with his family. A wife is a wife, Mara. It doesn't matter which sister he gets. The merger goes through either way." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "A wife is a wife?" I whispered. "Mother, he doesn't want me. He wanted Clara. This entire marriage is built on a lie, on deception. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to wake up every morning next to a man who didn't choose me, who thought he was getting someone else?"

Tyler leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. “Good girl. Tell us one fantasy you’ve never told your husband. Something dirty that gets that married pussy wet when you’re alone.” I laughed a little, shifting on the couch, feeling the damp spot growing in my panties. My mind raced back to nights touching myself thinking about rough hands and filthy words. “Okay, truth. Sometimes I imagine getting fucked by more than one guy at once. Not gentle. Hard, pinning me down, taking turns until I’m shaking and dripping everywhere. Jake would freak if he knew I thought about shit like that.”