Bisexual Husband Stories Novels & Stories

I confess. “Yeah, I don’t think I could imagine making that choice for either Nat or Toni.” Max adds. “I still can’t believe you made a poly relationship with Toni and Nat.” I comment to lighten the mode. Max laughs a big belly laugh. “You and me both. I thought it was nothing more than a fantasy but then Toni tossed me the bisexual card and things changed. I’m a lucky bastard is all I can say.” “That you fucking are my friend. I think I ended up with some luck on my side with reuniting with Rosie.” I commnet looking at the sexy woman that is my wife as she sways her hips freely to the music.

I complimented. “Thank you but I can’t take credit for that. My husband is the green thumb, and I am the computer technician.” Whiz must have noticed my confusion when he said husband. “Yes, honey I am gay, have been since the day I entered this world” he told me with a small chuckle. “Oh no you shocked me that your married, you look so young.” The truth was he did surprise me by openly admitting he was gay, but I was also shocked that he was married.

Tricia didn't know when those words escaped from her lips, but when she met Janice's deadly gaze, her mouth went silent instantly. "Wow! You're not a home wrecker huh? Then, tell me, who are you? "A home fixer? A commercial sex worker, or a prophetess and a marriage counselor? Which of them, Tricia? Because only a woman practicing such occupations can have a deep discussion with a married man that can lead to him revealing all his marital and sexual affairs to her!" "Now, excuse me." Janice hissed and shoved Tricia out of the way to pass, almost making Tricia to slip to the floor.

I chose to deal with them one by one—precise and targeted. The first week. A female lifestyle content creator was exposed for interfering in another person’s marriage. On the sponsorship list, Andy’s name was written in black and white. Partner brands terminated their contracts overnight. The second week. The spouse of a political figure received an anonymous package. Inside was a complete chain of evidence showing her husband’s involvement with multiple women. Family and career collapsed together. The third week. A blogger who built her fortune on the image of an “independent woman” was exposed for having undergone multiple abortions during her student years—her sponsors showing a striking

It had been even longer since Bob had fucked his wife eagerly enough to leave her feeling it the next day. Teasing her husband about having a bisexual threesome with Freddie had worked like a charm. Bob had gotten so horny and excited, even after their youngest daughter had just made him cum, and for the first time she thought one of her dirtiest and most secret fantasies might actually come true. Although Bob had had his cock in her pussy when he said he'd do the threesome with Freddie so she couldn't be sure if he would really follow through.

Ryan stood beside me and read them off one by one. "All of this..." "Is that the last one?" "There's one more. It says you wanted a divorce because you..." "Because I what?" "Because you'd fallen for someone else." I paused. Then I started to laugh. I had spent every waking moment of my last life trying to be a good wife to Marcus. I'd learned to cook for him. And still he avoided me at every turn. Whenever he had a free hour, he was either out on business or with Selena. He'd cut off my contact with the outside world and then refused to come near me, letting me rot quietly inside that estate. And now the story was that I'd left him for another man.

“I shave every week. I just like the feeling that comes with being hairless.” Turning to his wife, he whispered something into her ear and they chuckled amongst themselves. I didn’t find it offensive though because I know I looked good both hairless and naked. Whatever they talked about that made them chuckle probably wasn’t about me. At least, that’s what I chose to believe. Soon after, the husband went for a walk. The wife came over to where I stayed and we chatted some more. “Are you gay or bi?” She asked while we were at it.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

I couldn't help but laugh. So, this was his so-called true love. They had not even been married that long and were already fighting each other. Who knew how long this love of his would last? Today, it was one slap. What about tomorrow? The day after? I was actually looking forward to it. When Regina came by later, she brought along a bottle of red wine. "Try this. It's this year's new product from the vineyard." We sat on the sofa and sipped on wine while going through financial reports. I had never felt better. Leaving that trash of a man behind, I lived every day in style and confidence. It was so much better than being a bitter, resentful wife at home.

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.