Bisexual Husband Stories Novels & Stories

Maximus said, making me smile. "Thank you so much, my love," was all I could say before kissing him deeply, which again sparked the heat between us, filling us with joy only we could give each other. I was happy to know that Maximus Lardizabal was truly my husband now and that our marriage was for life, no longer just a one-year contract for intimacy. This is the story of my love life, which started with a contract and ended in real life as true partners facing life's challenges together.

"This guy has no shame! He cheated, got caught, and now, he wants to go back to his ex-wife?" "Just look at him—he's obviously bad news!" "Disgusting! He cheated with another woman, then realized the baby wasn't his. Now, he's clinging to his ex-wife? What a piece of trash!" "Good thing she divorced him. Staying would've been a nightmare." The murmurs made Christian's face flush red, then pale. Taking advantage of the commotion, I quickly moved toward the car, intending to leave. "Shiloh Jackson!" Christian suddenly shouted, pulling out a gleaming knife.

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

“He's your husband's boyfriend, but he's willing to kiss you back. Do you think that means something? He probably did that not just because you threatened him, right?” “…” Jessica once again looked surprised, and she once again looked at her assistant who was still sitting in another chair next to her. She was silent for a moment, but then she opened her mouth again to ask, “What do you want to tell me?” As usual, the two of them could understand each other well even though their conversation sounded vague. Fortunately, Tammy answered Jessica's curiosity straight away this time, “I want to let you know that your husband's boyfriend may not be gay, but instead, he is bisexual. That's why he w

I answered she took care of our business for the day and she let me rest. What will I ever do without her? Today I will travel to my husband house to inform him about this, I have to tell him. When I get to my destination, my dear husband isn't alone. I think he have overcome his sexual problem and have moved on with that stupid bitch. They were very happy together. It was very painful seeing them so happy together. I couldn't confront them with my condition, they can't see me like this, no, they wouldn't.

“What trouble? It’s not like she’s capable of anything. Let her be. I think she enjoys being tossed around by the brothers.” “How wicked can my brothers be? Sharing one filthy blind girl. Can’t Kenny find a better woman?” I stood behind the curtain, frozen. How was that possible? Kenny would never do something like that, sharing me, his wife, with another man. “I told you she was stupid. She hasn’t even realized she’s pregnant,” Braine added. Nausea suddenly overwhelmed me. I stumbled back to my bedroom and vomited. Was I really pregnant? Had I shared two brothers?

“How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?” “That’s none of your business…” “Either way,” Arlington interrupted, his eyes never leaving me. “You’ve been married three years and no children. So, either you weren’t performing your husbandly duties or you have fertility issues. Three years is a long time without planting a seed, isn’t it?” “Remarkably long,” Adam chimed, shaking his head. “You two might think you know me, my relationship with Alice,” I stated, crossing my arms. “But you know nothing. That child is mine and nothing is going to stop me from being a father. Especially not my pathetic friend or my wife’s secret admirer.”

I should have noticed it from the way he expertly picked the right clothes for me, the right makeup, the right shade of lipstick and foundation, from the way he drooled over some handsome guy we encountered while jogging every morning! But I didn’t! My mind tricked me and insisted on believing that it’s impossible that my husband is bisexual because he married and tied himself to me. I felt how loved and sweet he was, and I felt lucky to meet such a perfect man in this huge world. But what happened today changed my perspective in life. I can’t see any positive reason to accept what I witnessed. Drowning myself in alcohol didn’t even help to forget that bitter memory, even for a moment. Then

At the gate stood a woman, speaking loudly and passionately, as if she were giving a speech. I looked more closely and then recognized her at once. It was the teacher from the video. She stood there in a white dress, putting on a show in front of all the parents, dabbing her eyes as if she were crying. "My husband and I have been married for six years. We love each other deeply—never even arguing. "A few days ago, he came back from a business trip and brought me a custom-made brick display. I placed it in my office, then a student from the next class saw it and insisted it was hers.

"How could you possibly have an heir for him?" He knew? Did the whole family know too? Am I the joke? I said nothing. "My husband is not gay," I finally said. "Ciara, why are you still in denial? He is gay," he repeated. "He’s not gay. We’ve been married for four years," I forced myself to say. "He could be bisexual," I added. "Why are you defending him? Why won’t you just sit in the truth that you—"