Novel & Cerita Bisexual Husband Stories

Chapter 164 Sasha's POV While Sienna and her husband were going through their own problems, I was also going through mine with my husband. I just discovered a shocking truth. I had been married to my husband for a few months now and everything seemed perfect. We were in love and I thought we had a strong foundation of trust. But, I just found out that my husband was the son of a billionaire.

I had decided that I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I even thought about lying to my husband if he changed his mind. Now I was going to do something irreversible. I know my husband had said many times for me to enjoy myself, and I had read all his stories he thought he had hidden from me on his computer. In almost every one of them, the wife ended up pregnant. I was hoping I wasn't reading too much into it, but yet, here I was about to take his bare cock into my fertile pussy.

The frequent outings with Jane had already fueled speculations of an intimate connection, a misconception I wasn't ready to confront. I grappled with my own truth, a secret I guarded closely. The revelation of my bisexuality was a chapter I wasn't prepared to unveil, especially in the wake of my husband's recent passing. Jane, seemingly impervious to potential consequences, urged for the public acknowledgment of our relationship, regardless of the repercussions it might entail. In the hotel room provided by Jane, contemplation filled my mind about the possibility of leaving with her. An unexpected interruption came in the form of a knock on the door, revealing Victor on the other side.

And after we became a couple, he truly kept his word. He put me first in everything. Never let me feel neglected. Never hurt me—at least, not then. People admired us. To them, we were the kind of love story everyone secretly wished for— from youth to vows, from campus hallways to wedding rings. I believed it too. That was why I accepted his proposal. Why I stepped willingly into a marriage I had once sworn I would never enter. Then, I discovered the truth. He had been hiding another woman from me. In that instant, my belief that true love existed collapsed completely.

I didn't ask because I knew she was his daughter with how he asked after her mother, and she said they came together, and suddenly, he left us there, running to meet her as a woman in her early twenties popped her head out through the tiny door. They hugged tightly, and kissed. From what Beta Bachrill said, she left her husband because he was experiencing a medical condition called Erectile Dysfunction (ED), and he couldn't perform his conjugal duties as a man and she's the type who loves sex. She needed to get her engine properly washed regularly, possibly, on dailies. As a matter of fact, no one knew who that boyfriend was, but that is what all believed. I'm not sure of that story though,

“No touching. No pulling me close. Nothing. I lie there in that huge bed alone feeling like a stranger in my own marriage.” Koko’s eyebrows rose. “Macho? The same Macho who swept you off your feet with private jets and tiny diamond bracelets? The Macho who gave you a deep french kiss and was groping your ass in front of his parents because he couldn't keep his hands off you. That Macho is suddenly celibate?” I laughed bitterly. “I know how it sounds, Koko. But it's exactly what it is. My husband is thirty-six, ridiculously successful, controls half the tech investments on the West Coast.”

I was born with a natural scent, and had a birthmark shaped like a camelia on my shoulder. My husband, Lawrence Ashford, was obsessed with it. He would rain kisses on it every single day. We had fallen into each other's embrace over and over during our 10 years of marriage. We've had fun in the kitchen, on the couch, in the car, and even in the public restroom. He never forgot a single anniversary. In fact, he had even given up the chance to study abroad just to stay with me.

He finally ejaculated his hard penis into my wet honey pot and gave me the best fucking of my life and I love every experience of it that night, he cummed and landed on the bed with his back. “ You are the best, I love how you gave it to me” my husband said with a smile. I was also happy that I could satisfy him, but to my surprise, he started caressing my body, kissing me which is definitely going to lead to another round of sex because I can see the tension in him. “ I am tired and exhausted, probably from the stress of the wedding. Let's just sleep tonight and continue from where we stopped tomorrow please”. I said to Lawson.

"There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you." "Go ahead," I say, though I know exactly where this is going. "You know, I love my wife, Julie, so much." He says it like a confession. "There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for that woman. She and I, we’ve been through some storms together. Friends storm, family storm… even a literal storm." "A storm?" I ask. "Yeah. A giant tornado. Almost died. Best near-death experience of my life." He laughs. "And through it all, we’re still waxing strong."

Time flew by quickly. When we both came out of the bathroom, the sky was darker, blocking out the sunlight. Raindrops wet the large windows surrounding us. Hugo hugged me from behind again, but when he was about to kiss my neck, I stopped him. “No. I don’t want my husband to get suspicious.” “Ah, I’m curious about one thing,” he said. I turned around and looked at him with a curious expression. “About what?” His lips formed a sly smile. “I’m curious about Mrs. Lisa Walker’s sex life. Does the honorable and wealthy Mr. Chris Walker not satisfy his beautiful wife’s sexual desires? And how many men have already enjoyed your beautiful body?”