Wifey Novels & Stories

Aiden ordered. "You are going to send me out instead of this tramp," Mrs. Frazier yelled. "This tramp is my wife," Aiden yelled pointing a warning finger at his mother. "I don't care what you think about her or what you feel towards her, she is my wife." Selena's jaw dropped at Aiden's word, did he just call her his wife? Was this an act to get his mother out of the house or did he really mean it? "Your... wife?" Mrs. Frazier stuttered worried that Aiden might have remembered something. "She is a nobody, she wanted to divorce you, I am certain she even did, you can ask Axel."

Alice questioned, confused by Siya's hesitation. "I'm scared. I know he loves me and we're married, but..." Siya's voice trailed off nervously. "Stop with the negative thoughts. What's wrong with you? You need to tell him," Alice urged, frustration evident in her tone. She couldn't believe Siya was still so unsure about Alex. "I know, I know," Siya replied, feeling the weight of Alice's words. "You're telling him tonight, and that's final. You can't be selfish, Siya. You know how much he loves you. If he finds out later or from someone else, he'll be hurt," Alice insisted, emphasizing the importance of honesty in their relationship.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?”

Laura beat him to the punch and it frustrated him how quick she was at these things. "No take back," she reminded him. "I was tired of being your fiancée so I decided to upgrade my status to wife. It took me a painfully long time to actually ask my father for some help to get everything done legally so don't complain! At least now you don't have to go through that blockhead to make me Mrs Boey. I did all the muscle work. Aren't you glad?"

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

I could see her cheeks turn pink, wifey is blushing! 'She's not your wifey' 'She was and soon she'll again be' 'How?' 'We can remarry, I love her, she loves me, together we can make a happy family' 'Keep dreaming' 'shut up!' ☆ 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒- 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟. 𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑢 𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟.

with a heaviness emoji. In just two or three seconds a reply flashed on his mobile screen, “ THEN PACKED HER LIPS. SHE WILL BE QUIET.” “ KISSING A TIGRESS. I LOVE MY LIFE.” He texted. “ THAT TIGRESS IS YOUR WIFE.” “WIFE? SECRET WIFE, MAD WIFE, PSYCHOPATH WIFE AND BLA BLA BLA … IN MY LIFE, IF I EVER SCARED FROM SOMEONE SO MUCH THAT IS SURUCHI.” He exclaimed.

She is not like Kier or any other woman, in fact she is not like anyone else I have ever known. She is Celestine. My wife. The mother of my unborn children. And believe me world, I am never letting her go. Never.

Summary: My Wife Turns My Friends Into Her Personal Army Of Cocks, And I’m Forced To Watch It All Unfold ••• I have a confession. My friends are obsessed with my wife. Scratch that. They badly want to fúck my wife. We golf a couple of times a month, and every time we are together, the conversation circles back to Vivienne. I cannot lie. It turns me on as much as it makes me furious.