Blood In My Husband's Boxers Novels & Stories

I can never forget this beautiful memory with my husband, we finally consummate our marriage. He fell asleep already and I had to take the bedsheet to wash in the washing machine because of the blood stain and had a fresh bath wearing his big shirt I saw in the wardrobe. I knew his clothes were there since I saw his little luggage in the room. I caressed his face and kissed his lips before going to bed.

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO After he had stopped, he went straight to clean himself. I was still in his room because everywhere was full of blood. What do I do? Blood is still coming out from my p#ssy, is it because I deflower late, or it is natural? I was just looking at myself like a fool. He came out of the bathroom, and he was surprised to see everywhere full of blood and blood still rushing out from me. “What do we do, why is it still rushing out this way”

Is there happening anything personal that you are stopping me. I asked her... But she remained silent. Move.. I said & after pushing her aside softly. I entered in his cabin. I barged & instantly regretted my decision to come here. My husband was lying under a women & his shirt two buttons were opened. several marks of her lipstick was printed in his shirt & face. I felt disgusted.. In never thought in my worst dream that one day I will see this scenario. After noticing me that lady stood up Who the hell let you enter here....

my mother-in-law said. Bella's POV I stared at all of them and wished the discussion would come to an end because it reminded me of the day I saw his corpse with a white substance in his mouth, thinking about it almost made me puke but I held myself back. "Is everything alright my love?" my husband asked He quickly took me out of the living room and we went to the bathroom together "Are you having any issues?, I can get a doctor to come check up on you right now, how about that?" he asked.

I explained. I felt hot liquid running down my cunt I instinctively put my hand there and took it out I saw blood, I looked at Vincenzo and he looked bewildered. He used his hand to rub his length and there was blood. “Why aren't you giving your virginity to your husband? Why are you giving it to me?” His tone was stern and I was becoming uncomfortable.

He is now breathing heavily and his sweats started dripping from his body. " Today's sex was more interesting," he said licking away my tears very nastily. A whimper left my mouth when he pulled out his manhood from my vagina which is continuously bleeding. I saw blood on his manhood as well and I felt like vomiting. But, now I'm in so much pain that I felt like my lower abdomen has paralysed. " I am going to take a shower," He told me and left for the washroom. I looked at the bed sheet and it's now covered with too much blood. Seeing so much blood, anyone will assume that someone was murdered here.

I followed the sound and reached a cage type room which was screaming danger. I knew I shouldn't enter the room but it was like my legs had minds of their own. As I entered the room I saw something which was enough to push me back to my darkest days. There was my husband standing in the middle, drenched in blood as he was taking the eye out of the man who was tied to the chair.

He continued, "About your divorce…" Oh! My husband had been cheating on me, and I was the last to find out that he wanted a divorce. I finally could not take it. I stood up suddenly. "Even you know about the divorce?" "W-what's wrong, Seth?" I grabbed Frank by the collar, my eyes red. "I’ve always treated you well when you visit us. When your mother had a relapse after her heart attack, I went to the hospital to help you with the fees just because you called me! I can’t believe even you know about the divorce!”

I reached for his belt buckle, my heart hammering against my ribs as I undid it, the metallic click echoing in the room. He helped me, pushing his trousers down until they pooled around his knees. As the fabric fell, I gasped. His boxers were already stained with a dark, wet patch of precum. The sight of it, the physical evidence of how much I had him affected sent a surge of power through me that was almost dizzying. Julian had never been like this. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. They joined his trousers at his knees, and then he was there.

“Are you for real? That’s kickass! Lets do it.” “ I love your enthusiasm.” An hour later, I’m sweaty and sore lying on my back in the huge boxing ring that adorns the centre of the room with Kyle pinning me to the ground. I love that he doesn’t go easy on me but I swear I couldn’t move even if I wanted to right now. “ How would you defend yourself in this position?” “I cant move Kyle” I say breathing embarrassingly heavy. “What the fuck is going on here?” We turn from our position on the ground to see my husband glaring at us from the doorway. He’s still shirt less with his black joggers on and hair ruffled.