Wifes First Dp Story Novels & Stories

I said as I looked at Daphnie, who looked at me with a smile. "That's right, you're married." Quinn turned her attention to Daphnie. "How on earth is that possible?" Staring down at my wife, she worriedly asked, "Is this marriage forced? Did he kidnap you?" Daphnie burst into laughter while I glared at Quinn. I would have gotten rid of her if she wasn't Chad's sister; the woman was a psycho in my book. Once Daphnie finished laughing, she grabbed my arm and said, "why does everyone find it so hard to believe that I married him out of my own free will?"

At that moment, I felt a surge of energy and tried to sit up with what little strength I had left, but Maria pushed me back down again. “There’s no need to push yourself, Dylan. Just rest.” As if being underestimated, I pouted. “I can do it. I’ll come after you later.” I said it as if to convince her. The woman in front of me only shook her head softly before leaving me. I wanted a warm marriage and a partner who would stay faithful. I felt like that would truly happen. This was the right choice, and I let out a small laugh thinking about it. But things didn’t go as I expected… I fell asleep without even realizing it. And when I woke up, I could smell something sweet—along with coffee.

She gripped his hair, moaning loudly, hips rocking against his mouth. When she came the first time, it was sharp and sudden, her cry echoing off the glass windows. Kyle stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and lifted her. He carried her to the big bed in the master suite and dropped her onto it. He stripped off his own clothes. His cock was thick and hard, leaking at the tip. He climbed over her, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and thrust inside her in one deep stroke. Aria cried out, back arching.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

Daniel POV I sip my tea slowly, my legs resting on the stool in front of me. The newspaper in my hands. I am in my bedroom, and no one is with me. On the floor is my unconscious wife Ashley and on my bed is the box of Stefan's head which Kayden sent to me. I am reading the newspaper again. Amelia Blackwood is a slut. And the source of this whole gibberish is meant to be the woman who is lying beside me unconscious.

He laid down on the bed and lifted her up onto him and slid his cock deep into her ass. I heard my wife moan on screen saying fill my ass. Then the other guy came out and climbed on top of her. He slid into her pussy. My wife was getting DP’d by these two. They all started rocking back and forth fucking her. The guy on top started to choke her while fucking her. That’s when she started to shake for her first orgasm. By this time, he had my shorts down again and my cock out. His friend was sitting next to me focused on my cock while he started to stroke his own. I was thinking to myself that these guys had no idea I was this girls husband, that this slut was my wife.

"She faked her death and burned down everything I'd built over twenty years, including my savings, just to marry him." My voice rose with intensity, despite the pain that still lanced through my chest as I spoke. "I thought I lost my wife and daughter in a fire. The trauma broke me. I was diagnosed with depression." I placed a medical report and a paternity test on the table. Reporters began murmuring, and those who had doubted me rushed forward to examine the documents. I continued, "After my parents found me, Ross, afraid of losing his place, set a trap to drive me out of the company, regardless of the damage it would cause.

"When did this begin? Does he… hit you? Just tell me whatever you can." I swallowed, my throat tight. ‘Well… we’ve been married without a problem of violence for years. But then, like I said earlier....it all started with Ariana...." " His sister’s best friend?" I nodded, " A family friend. Someone I never really knew. I’d only heard about her. And then, when I finally met her…" My voice trailed, and I pressed my fingers against the edge of the table. ‘Everything came downhill when I suspected there was something going on between Ariana and… my husband.’

Her eyes widened in panic. “ Are you okay? I'm so sorry.” I chuckled, earning a frown from her. “ You're so crazy!” “ What— I'm actually in pain,” “ Then why are you laughing?” “ Because my wife is adorable when she worries for me.” Her cheeks flushed as she avoided my gaze. My lids grew heavy, my body felt weaker. It was then I remembered I had wounds that needed to get treated. My lids closed as I fell into her arms. ____ DAPHNE

Dapo had always been the power oil that lubricated their outings as he had mainly been the money machine spewing out the language that their women understood but now, no thanks to a clutching wife, all that was drastically reduced to the barest minimum presently. Dare could not help feeling a great dislike for Dapo's wife and was more than glad that she would soon be out of his friend's hair for some months, at least when she travelled out to England to have their first child. He wondered why his friend ever bothered with her in the first place. He saw his friend's marriage to that lady as nothing but a great mistake. Or, of what good was a woman who could not bring out the animal in her man