Clingy Husband Novels & Stories

I could hardly believe that Colin—my straight-laced, old-fashioned husband of more than a decade—had such a twisted fetish. I remembered when we once stumbled across a post about this kind of kink online. Colin's face had been full of disgust. He'd even said those people were sick. But when I scrolled to the woman's post from a month ago, she had written gleefully, 'The aloof, mature man I've been chasing finally agreed to be my puppy! Guys, tell me I'm not dreaming!'

"Forget about it, Lev. It's fine if Ms. Freeman doesn't want to serve us lunch now. I can wait until she's done with her tantrum before she apologizes to me. "I don't want to eat her cooking anymore anyway. But I've been craving crab legs for the longest time since my pregnancy. Can you bring me and sweetie to a seafood restaurant instead?" Claudia pleaded, shaking Levi's arm as she acted coquettishly with him. I glared at the despicable pair and never felt so hurt and angry in my life. I balled my hands into fists. If I didn't divorce this bastard of a husband now, then I would be subject to more provocations and humiliation in the future!

I teased, "Did you plant some kind of surveillance device on me, Mr. Rivers?" … When I got home, Simon still hadn't returned. The dim, silent living room was so quiet that it was almost frightening. I slipped the ring off my left ring finger and tossed it aside. It hit the floor with a crisp clink, then rolled off somewhere. I didn't bother to see where it went. I headed upstairs and pulled my suitcase out. But when I opened the wardrobe, I suddenly realized I barely had any decent clothes. Ever since I married Simon, I'd become a full-time housewife. Aside from loungewear, I hardly had anything I could actually wear out. Even the engagement ring he'd given me back when he proposed didn't fi

During a visit to my in-laws with my husband, Simon Sader, my mother-in-law, Tiffany Moran, stealthily tugged me into the kitchen, where she asked if I had been taking supplements regularly lately. I forced an awkward smile, allowing her to rake her gaze across me. Tiffany sighed loudly. "Then, why aren't you pregnant yet?" Whenever she pestered me about having a baby, I would simply tell her that I had difficulty getting pregnant. The truth, however, was that Simon was asexual. The most intimate thing we had ever done in our ten years of marriage was kiss.

"You are growing quite bold with these gifts, Clark. Does the thought of me crossing into rival territory turn you on?" Clark Kent's trousers are already bulging heavily, his small manhood hardening into a tight, strained knot against the fabric. "I am fully aware of my physical limitations compared to the heavy soldiers in the field, Rodolpho. My cock cannot stretch you the way you need." "You serve your purpose when you kneel and use your mouth to clean me, husband," Rodolpho says, pulling Clark's hair back to expose his flushed face. "But we have not engaged in standard penetration since you confessed your twisted hotwife network rules."

His voice is small, but deeply laced with hurt. Clyde smacks his lips, acting as unbothered as ever. His flaccid cock is in his pants as he stands over the pool of Sheryl’s creampie that leaked down her feet. “Who?” There’s a moment of hesitation as if he’s doubting himself even after deeply sniffing. It's like hoping against hope that he is wrong, but the evidence is too clear to ignore. “My wife.” He groans, holding back from releasing the emotions that may drown both of them.

Pregnancy somehow made him worse. More attentive. More controlling. More protective. More… husband. A faint smile almost appeared on my lips at that thought. Unfortunately, Liam noticed. “What?” I quickly looked away. “Nothing.” “You smiled.” “I didn’t.” “You did.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re annoying.” “And you’re avoiding my question.” I grabbed a pillow and hugged it tighter. Then muttered quietly “You’ve become clingy.” That finally made him smirk faintly. “Only now?” I stared at him.

Morina, " Yes, so much preparation has to be done, how will it be done in two days ? " Henry, "Everything will be done, this is the boss's order, the marriage will take place after two days." Saying this, Henry goes away. Tia, "Now get married in two days. To me, this marriage seems like a target which has to be completed in two days." Bella said to herself, "It is the target." Bella takes a look at everyone and then goes to her room. David thinks something and goes away. Someone talking on the phone in a room.

"However, I never expected that my husband would plagiarize the paper I spent six months writing to help his little mistress secure her position, and even hired online trolls to slander me." With that, I clicked on a video. "This is one of those times when I'm glad my husband doesn't love me. He never noticed that I like to record my entire thought process and writing process when working on papers. "Thanks to his 'indifference', I have evidence to prove my innocence. "Of course, I also have several recordings and chat logs where both Zayn Smith and Candace Jones admitted to colluding to steal my work and bribing the dean."

~~Julie~~ My husband, Ryan, is standing on the karaoke stage, making a fool of himself. His shirt is unbuttoned halfway, his tie long abandoned, and his cheeks are flushed from too much whiskey. “And I………will always love you…..” he sings, closing his eyes. His voice is terrible.