Novel & Cerita Bisexual Husband Stories

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?”

"Aretha! Don't tell me you had sex with that bastard Alex, okay?" Bertha's words calmed Aretha's mood a little, she leaned against the edge of the bed, her beautiful legs resting on the pillow. Aretha fiddled with the thin shirt she was wearing. Then leisurely answered Bertha's question. "You got 50% of the story right. It's true that I had sex with a man. But that person wasn't director Alex." "Then who is it?"

If my marriage fails my friends would mock me and also we are still praying for a child. My anus hurts a lot, however, it's a pain I'm willing to bear for the sake of my marriage, I will do anything to make my husband happy. ****************************************** Jude was still angry about Bisi's failure to honor their appointment until Bisi gave him the reasons why he failed to come. "You mean your wife allowed you to bang her through the anus." He asked laughing. Bisi joined him laughing.."Since I married her that was the only time I enjoyed sex." "I love it both ways comes with being bisexual" Jude said still laughing.

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

"Yeah, I am. So what? Why did you have to love him and not me? He was my older brother; why couldn't he give you up? And he still had the nerve to ask me to leave you. How dare he!" He smirked, the darkness in his eyes flaring. "But he's gone now. You're my wife, and you're carrying my child. Nothing can change that!" I'd suspected this awful truth for so long, but hearing it finally confirmed still hit like a bolt of lightning. My husband of all these years… had murdered the man I loved. And I was pregnant with my lover's killer's child. Revulsion boiled inside me, a loathing so deep I even felt it toward the life growing within me. How could I be so blind, so disgusting, to bring this man'

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

APRIL 8, 2025 Dear Diary, Oh, where do I even begin? So much to tell you, especially after today. You know, I've always been one of those women with a rather high sex drive, and thankfully, my husband Ryan and I, both in our early forties, are perfectly matched in that regard. We're both bisexual, and we've cultivated this wonderful open relationship where inviting another man or woman into our bed is quite common. It keeps things wonderfully vibrant, if you know what I mean.

I said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.” … My husband, the award-winning actor Jonas Yves, held a grand confession ceremony for another woman. He publicly declared their relationship on the Internet, making headlines and moving hearts. As for me, his wife of eight years, I could only watch the raucous interview from the side like an outsider. The journalists on the scene were in an uproar. The fans in the front row were celebrating. The next second, Jonas put a matching ring on her finger. Under the spotlight, they looked like a perfect couple.

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

He once cared for me like that, but right now, Evelyn was the only person he cared about. Not wanting to see them anymore, I turned to leave. When I got home, I passed some of our neighbors and overheard their conversation. "Evelyn has such a wonderful husband. Ever since she got pregnant, Kyle has been doting on her in every way!" "I pity Judy. She became a widow at such a young age. She doesn't even have anyone to look after her, even though she got hospitalized." My nose prickled as I nearly started crying. They were right. I lost my husband the moment Kevin decided to lie to me.