Clingy Husband Novels & Stories

He asks, and just then, the footsteps descending the staircase lazily pulls his attention, and a wide exciting smile spreads on his lips as he watches his ever beautiful wife walking up to him. "Welcome home, honey. How was work," She asks after she hugs him. "It was fine. Come on, let's go inside," He says to her and takes her hand. "I want to have a word with you, Alex," Alexa springs up to his feet and says to him, after she glares daggers at Wendy for some reason best known to herself. "I'll be back, Alexa. I need to change my clothes upstairs in my room," He says to her before he finally walks away while holding his wife's hand.

Lyon's wife looked back at him with a grin, and I swore she was about to stick her tongue out at him. "What the hell? Clayton's woman is a nut. She thinks I won't belt a pregnant woman?" I smiled when Flanagan slapped Lyon on the shoulder, and Lyon didn't rebuff him. "Face it, buddy, we're outnumbered here, and from the movements, I've seen my wife making since we got up this morning, their dress code is the least of our worries." "What do you mean?" Lyon asked, but I was already on the move. I thought they were on the beach doing yoga crap? F*ck!

“I—I’m just feeling nervous now that I'm meeting new people. What if they hate me? Oh god, what if the media roasts my looks?” Clyden chuckled and held my hands tighter. “What are you talking about? The last thing that people could roast about you is your looks. I mean, look at you!” I glanced down at my white body con dress and leaned on the car seat. “I don’t see anything special.” “Hey, don’t say that. You’ll be the most beautiful woman in that event,” he said. I looked at him incredulously and chuckled. “You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re my husband.”

A satisfactory grunt reverberated in his chest as he found me slicking wet for him. Tangling my fingers through his hair, I held it tightly as he thrust his finger inside me. I moaned his name and was rewarded with another finger burying deep inside my pussy. He was still pressing my hand into the desk, refusing to let go of that. With my other hand, I dug my nails into his shoulder as he plunged his fingers in and out of me, picking up the pace. His lips, however, never left my skin for once. God, my husband was so fucking obsessed with me.

His position with his wife is very clear to him. Her sitting on the chair while legs are wide open and her husband, in bent knees as he keeps on licking and svcking her. He was clinging to the hair that Mr. licked. Shein is her jewel and she emphasizes herself more. A deep moan escaped from her lips, "Ahhh. Keep doing that," he said confused. When Mr. Shein heard his wife lustfully pleading him to go on, he only became more aggressive. His tongue was going in and out, and Lorelay unknowingly met every movement of her husband's tongue inside her.

The touch on my lips doesn't last as long as I would like, but I'm still smiling a little more lightly when he moves away. "Beautiful acting" whispers to disguise my embarrassment, looking away at the dress. With so much heat I can't wait to get rid of all this mess of cloths and sparkles. "It quite matches the image of a passionate groom that everyone believes. "Maybe I'm more worried about what you believe, girl," he's upshoots, arching his eyebrow with a touch of humor. “Ready! "Glenda appears at the door, this time without the baby. "My husband is a mule who doesn't know the difference between Ham and Turkey Breast, and calls me every time he goes to the market. Did I miss something?”

"I love you and you are making me choose between you and my job." "Maybe, I should start working again. I feel worthless just being your wife. I am an independent woman and I feel that I'm becoming very needy and clingy. I don't know I think I'm going crazy." She stated sadly. "Sweetheart, you are not worthless." I sat on the bed and let her sit on my lap. "You are the most special person in my life. I'm your husband so I believe that it's normal for you to feel needy and clingy towards me. I don't mind."

And so, I grab my phone, typing his number, and press the button 'call'. Within a split of a second, I smile when he picks the call. "Why?" He asks with a stern voice. "Prude. I can't call my husband? I just miss you." "Wow. You're so rude to me a while ago and now you're very clingy" I chuckle when knowing that I'm being rude a while ago but it's his fault. He mentions his toy, that's why I get furious. "Sorry. Can I come over?" "Of course. You're my husband after all but I know you know where Drianna is."

“I just… she called earlier to ask about something, and I was wondering if I should call her again.” Richard’s smirk widened. “It’s so good seeing you as a married man. Why don’t you call her? If you miss her, call her.” “It’s not that simple,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “What if she thinks I’m being clingy?” That made him laugh, a deep, hearty sound that drew the attention of a few nearby coworkers. “Clingy?” he repeated, shaking his head. “Orchard, you’re the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company. You’ve negotiated mergers, closed deals with some of the toughest clients, and somehow, you’re worried about being clingy?”

I chuckled coldly and replied, "Even if I have lost my mind, I was driven to it by you two adulterers. Anna, are you so eager to have me thrown out because you're feeling guilty?" Hearing this, she just stared at me for a long moment before suddenly letting out a light laugh. Then, she took the microphone from the emcee and spoke loudly to the audience below the stage. "I'm sorry, everyone, this is my husband. He has developed a severe case of delusional disorder due to the thesis plagiarism incident. Mr. Tanner is aware of his condition, which is why he was suspended and sent home to rest." Mr. Tanner immediately chimed in, "That's right. I've seen Mr. Huffman's medical records. It's clear