Claimed By Her Husband And His Bestfriends Novels & Stories

Poor, worn out Misty still managed to reach down and give my worn out cock a squeeze. I took my wife by the waist and lead her back into the house. "That was quite a nice unexpected offer," I told her. "Purely selfish." She told me. "You got a thing for them?" I asked, curious. "No, you ninny! Let me ask you a question." "Shoot." "Do you know anybody who would let their husband fuck their best friends, especially friends that look like those two?" She asked me, sitting down on the bed. "Are you kidding? Of course not."

“What rumours?” Leaning against the headrest, I thought for a while before saying. “Some say she's not actually your wife and you're not married. Others say she was married to two different men at the same time. There's also rumours you're being blackmailed into pretending to be her husband-”

Two can play this game. “But I know your husband, we have been friends since childhood as early as we could talk.” She responded defensively. I saw the hidden glitches of daggers in her tone and the way her eyes mirrored jealousy as she saw me lying on the bed. “And I don’t care if you share an umbilical cord. You have to understand he’s my husband, and he has a wife who is capable of making multiple breakfasts if he wants. He married me not you so next time before you move around speaking of invitation remember which grounds you walk on. The kitchen you borrowed, and whose man you call a best friend.”

In his words, she’s been eager to meet me, and seeing me might “loosen her up a bit.” I had to take a long walk to clear my head and think things through. Because I have a sickening feeling that if I meet Nadia officially—as her husband’s best friend—I’ll never get the chance to be with her again. Nadia might deny it all she wants, but a part of her still clings to that marriage. A part of her still belongs to him. And the truth is…I’m terrified that if it ever comes down to choosing, she’ll pick her husband over me.

Bella doesn’t care to get their names because she doesn’t think she’ll be too aquantainted with them since they’re all her husband’s friends. “Guys, this is my wife, Bella.” Gabriel introduces the smaller woman to his friends, his hand around her waist and Bella has the urge not to lean to his side. “That’s one pretty wife you’ve got, Gabriel.” One of the men says and she doesn’t miss how they’re all good looking. Gabriel sits and his friends sit across from him, on a couch, drinking. Gabriel pulls Bella on his lap, his hand still on her waist as he communicates with his friends.

Something I desired so much. "I'm at a friend's, by the way---" "What fucking friend are you talking about? The last time I checked, Claire is your only friend, and I already went there to check on you but you were not there," "The last I checked, Claire is my only friend that you know. That doesn't prove that I have no other friend," I shrugged casually, tucking my hair away. Silence played in his end for the next few seconds before he finally spoke up. "Do you realise that you are no longer a single woman? Have you forgotten that we are married? How could you be out this late while your husband is alone at home?"

Sienna’s mouth touched her hair. “Hold. We are not done with this house. We are done giving him our eyes.” The door stayed open. Jimmy stayed in the chair. And Hale had its picture: Lily shaking under Sienna, the old husband watching, and a claim that was dirty, public, and still standing.

“How long has she been there?” “Long enough to make a fucking scene,” my best friend replied, amusement lacing his voice. “Your wife is… let’s just say, she’s enjoying herself.” My jaw clenched. “Who’s with her?” “Besides your enemy?” He let out a low chuckle. “Her guards, but they’re keeping their distance. They don’t seem to know what the hell to do with her.” I cursed and switched the call. My men had one job—keep her in check—and they failed.

I pushed him gently, "Great, I'll go pay a guy for a night stand.” He scoffed, “Are you shitting me?! You have a husband.". “He has a best friend….with benefits." I retorted immediately, barely even waiting for him to finish. “He has a best friend with zero benefits.” He replied. I retorted again, "He's only using his wife for his benefits and she won't allow that.". He smirked, "....and then the conversation went on and on. And then he screwed her at the dining table.”. I laughed. “What a great story.".

I already disliked the look on his face. Whatever he was about to do, it wasn’t going to be good. “I’d like to officially announce the end of my marriage.” The words echoed through the ballroom. I went completely still. My gaze snapped toward Elena. Even from where I stood, I saw the color drain from her face. She hadn’t known. The fool hadn’t even warned his own wife. My jaw tightened. Then Adrian kept talking. He blamed her. He humiliated her. He accused her of failing as a wife because she hadn’t given him children.