Claimed By Her Husband And His Bestfriends Novels & Stories

Her arms folded, head held high. “Now try to get involved with her and see everything you’ve ever worked hard for go up in flames,” “In the eye of the public you’d be a liar, a cheat, untrustworthy, wicked, for cheating with your wife of three years with her best friend,” “Now who would want to invest in such a person?!” She snorted, she slowly reached forward and traced imaginary lines on my chest. “Right now, you’re the perfect man. The man who was able to withstand temptation from his wife's best friend for three years. The righteous man. If I were you, I’d take it! It’s time for you to count your losses and be my husband!”

He was the one she had called for. She had screamed at me to get my hands away from her, but she’d fought so hard to get me away from her, and somehow she was fine with Cassiel. Are they really just friends? My throat tightened, fury and grief tangling in my gut like wires. She wasn’t his wife. She was mine—wasn’t she? Well, not for long, but as of right now, she’s still my wife. It’s wrong for her to be coupled up in bed with another man.

Her eyes were friendly and kind even with all the stress I've been putting her through since we started our lesson. According to her, we were friends and honestly I believed her immediately because I could vibe with her the moment I saw her. I also learnt she was married to my husband's best friend. News flash! My husband has a best friend. I couldn't fathom how a man like him could have one with his brooding personality but I figured his best friend must be like him. "Usually, when we attend events like this, you usually avoid talking to anyone except Damien and I. So, you might want to keep that font" She was saying after we went through our first introduction class.

The more she tries, the more it pops up. She was never once seen together with her husband again, before OR after the wedding. Everytime she makes her way to the news with a new movie, another ad, or anything like that, it was almost certain that her husband would make it, too. Except it has always been pink news for him, travling here and there with different women by his side. Some say he hated her, some say that he has a secret mistress hidden somewhere, and others just shrug and say that’s just how billionaires are.

I shook my head immediately. “No,” I said firmly. “That’s not what happened.” He tilted his head slightly. I swallowed, my throat suddenly tight. “My husband pushed me,” I said slowly, each word heavier than the last. “Off a balcony, because of his mistress, my best friend” His smile faded a little at that.. “That’s not what he told the press,” he said calmly, leaning back in the chair like he had nowhere urgent to be. “And it’s a little weird you’re still calling him your husband.”

she went on, “and soon, his wife died. That made things easier for them to be together.” She paused, took a drag from her cigar, smoke curling lazily from her lips. “But…” “But what?” I pressed, my heartbeat quickening. Dread started crawling under my skin. “Well,” she said, leaning back with a sly smirk, “her husband found out his best friend was having an affair with his wife.” I scoffed, disbelieved. “So you slept with both friends? Guess you’ve been the one who always had eyes for big things, weren’t you?”

"O, no I can not expect that of you." "O, nonsense. What is the use of having a queen for a best friend, if you cannot use her power." I winked at her. She pulled me in for a hug and I couldn't help but laugh. This is truly the best day of my life. Not only do I have the love of my life as my husband, but I also have my best friend back in my life.

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-”