Bisexual Husband Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

Isa was so annoyed and just barely escaped from the nosy Neil. Chadwick’s secretary talked so much; it is obvious he’s purposely talking to her so that she would not follow Chadwick anymore. “Until now I can hear his voice,” Isa complained while shaking her ear. Walking beside the pool near the villa, Isa recalled what Adira told her a moment ago. [“But that someone rejected him. My husband told me this story before. That he likes a woman, but that woman likes someone else. But the other guy likes another woman too. Then, my husband met me, and we got married.”]

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers. "My husband and I grew up together. My dad died saving his life. That woman has no shame! She tried to seduce my husband…" I lifted my gaze and looked at Miles, steady and cold. He fumbled and shut the stream off, guilt written all over his face. "She's making things up. You have to trust me." I gave a short, dismissive laugh and picked up my phone, dialing. "Hello, I'd like to file a report for defamation…"

He hesitated for a moment before adding somewhat awkwardly, "Eanes came by several times an hour ago. He said he was your husband and that he wanted to take care of you. "But I knew he was the one who pulled you in front of the knife, so I didn't let him in." For three years, Eanes had gone to great lengths to keep our marriage a secret. Aside from his close circle of so-called friends, no one knew about us. But today, he admitted our relationship in front of Leon. If this had happened in the past, I would have been ecstatic to know that Eanes was worried about me. But now, all I felt was a creeping coldness down my spine.

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

Found that out on our wedding day when I caught him getting his back blown out by his executive assistant in the bathroom. The boy was destroying my husband like a bull. Yeah. That happened. My perfect traditional husband who wanted the white picket fence and the two kids and the suburban life? He's gay. Or at least bisexual with a strong preference for men. We never talked about it. He pretended it didn't happen. I pretended I didn't see it. We went through with the wedding because what else was I going to do? Everyone was there. The deposits were paid. My family would have been humiliated.

Michael admitted he was really getting off fantasizing about cocksucking. I knew it all along. But, when I asked him specifically if he would like to find another man to suck his cock, he hesitated. It was then that I realized that although my husband was truly bisexual, he was also submissive to me. Michael wanted me to set it up and make him cocksucker – just like in those DVD's we loved. I then began using the internet to find a man to feed my husband his cock. Within a couple of weeks, I had found 2 very promising prospects. We began sending pictures back and forth.

I whispered, then louder, “This is why you’ve been sleeping in the fucking guest room every night? This is why you turn me down when I’m begging you, when I’m dying for you? I thought you didn’t find me attractive anymore. I thought I was the problem. I’ve been lying there every night feeling disgusting and broken and unwanted, and you’ve been coming home to fuck men in our bed?” Richard took one hesitant step forward, still naked, still breathing heavy. “Jess, please. I’m so sorry you had to see it like this. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for months. I’m bisexual. I still love you, I swear, but…” “Shut up.” My voice cracked. Tears burned hot in my eyes but I refused to let

“With this video and the evidence I provided earlier, is that enough?” Lucas and I had been together for ten years, starting as high school sweethearts and eventually becoming husband and wife. Before our wedding, I spent an entire month compiling our love story into a heartfelt, touching memoir. However, reality hit me hard. Looking back, all those seemingly sweet memories were full of cracks. At some point, Lucas lost the patience and tenderness he once showed me. The man who used to prioritize me began criticizing me for not being considerate or supportive enough.