Clingy Husband Novels & Stories

“What do I mean? I have a three-year agreement with Pearlie Turner, if three years later she still wants to marry me then I will. But you have to make things clear with her, the life that you are having right now is a portrayal of her in the future!” He dropped his words and left.

"What?! Get away from me!" "What if I don't want to? Come with me!" He tightened his grip on my arms. "I said let me go!" "Dude, let go." I narrowed my eyes at the man who approached us. "Why, who are you, huh? If I'm yours, I won't try to interfere." "I'm her husband. What are you going to do now?" I felt the man gradually let go of my arms. "Tsk! Next time, take care of your wife." I covered my ears and then walked away from them.

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

He continued to look at me. "Mr. Sterling?" My voice came out calm, professional, as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times. Because it had. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Your wife spoke a lot about you." "Indeed I did." Claire laughed, a forced sound, as if trying to disguise the tension. Her hand still resting on his arm, her fingers squeezing the fabric of his jacket. "My husband doesn't talk about anyone. Especially beautiful women. I get jealous."

When I reach the climax and my special liquid comes out, I make her swallow it all without mercy. "It's been a pleasure, darling." I gather up all my clothes and get dressed in record time. I don't want to mess with anyone's husband, and I have my own problems to solve. One, actually. Pryia. My clingy, lying ex. "Aren't you forgetting something, darling?" I peek over my shoulder and find the woman still with her breasts out, her lips swollen by the thickness of my cock, and sigh. Time to be a son of a bitch.

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.

Why can't I read? She's really beautiful and that's not boring to look at even if we're married. Hershey Point Of View After a while he turned around to lie down. He was at my feet while I was busy watching. I didn't pay attention to him even though he was lifting my small thigh. My husband is very clingy and a perv. I didn't even notice that he had ripped off my panties. OMG! He licked my middle after putting chocolate on it! Tickling! But it got hotter as he licked it again and again. I could feel it more because of the heat of his mouth and breath.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

Clyde tapped his shoulder and spoke. “ Women in our family are stubborn as hell, brother. Just agree with them so you won’t have a problem.” “ You're lucky with your wife Clyde.” He complimented which made my damn brute of a husband broadly smile. “ Don’t think I'm a pushover, Mikhail, Clyde knows his limit, and when he goes beyond that, he is out of the room sleeping here in his office,” I said as I looked at my husband daring him to retort my words but he just surrendered easily and pulled me closer to him.

With a sigh, still groggy, I roll out of bed and head for the door. Sleep vanishes when I see my husband in the kitchen. His tie hangs loose, his shirt is creased, and his face is pale with exhaustion. I pour a glass of water and hand it to him. He drinks slowly, as if each swallow takes effort. “Rough night?” I ask. He nods. “I went out with the boys. My best friend’s in town, so we went to the club downtown.” “Oh. When did he get in?” Felix pauses mid-breath and looks at me as if the question is out of place, his gaze sharp, almost defensive. The silence stretches, and for the first time tonight, I feel the weight of something unsaid pressing between us.