Crossdressing Husband Novels & Stories

"And no panties." "It's a good thing you're not." Dex pressed his cock against my ass. "Those panties would be wet right now, wouldn't they?" "Do we have time for a quickie?" I asked, watching my breasts rise and fall in the mirror. "Bend me over right here, Father Jones"—I frowned—"where's your priest costume?" My husband laughed as he said, "I can't wear that while I drive." "I thought we were wearing our costumes to the party?"

“No…please.” Her response only got him angrier because the next second, he barked out, “I SAID FUCKING TAKE THE DRESS OFF!” She wrapped her hands around herself, trying to shield herself from the monstrosity he was exhibiting. “This is what you wanted right? You wanted me trapped in your little web…right? Don't act all so innocent. I'm your husband, right? Since you're good at pretending…then WE SHOULD ALL FUCKING START PRETENDING!” He scowled.

There he was. My husband. My Adrian. Holding court on the red carpet, dressed to the nines in his Tom Ford tuxedo I had taken to the dry cleaners just yesterday and left hanging in his closet. His arm was slung around the waist of a woman I'd never seen before- all legs and slick hair, and a dress whose price tag lay beyond the value of our mortgage. She was looking up at him as if he was her sun. And he was looking back at her the same way.

For the first time in a long time, I felt free. And this time, I wasn’t just Adrian Hale, son of Richard Hale, heir to a collapsing empire. I was Adrian Cross' husband, partner. And I was exactly where I was meant to be.

"Haha! Dorothy's talking to the doll, and Laura doesn't understand what's going on!" "Darling? Is she talking to herself? She had a fun night inside that doll." "Laura's still scrambling eggs in the kitchen. How considerate. Her husband's fooling around with another woman, and she's here making breakfast for his lover." "Feeling sorry for Laura? Well, don't. She's just an overglorified maid." I put the scrambled eggs onto a plate and brought them to the dining table. Dorothy had already taken her seat. Calvin had woken up as well, and he showed up for breakfast wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

“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!

"Exactly. Everyone knows what it is like in this industry. Besides, Ms. Kidman is Mr. Moore's wife. I'm sure she would know better than us, right?" Every one of them fancied themselves to be a chivalrous gentleman with upright morals, when in reality, they were just seasoned veterans in a world of power and profit, experts at reading the wind and shifting their stance. They tried to wash their hands clean in just a few sentences. Yvonne could not be bothered with them. She nudged me with her chin, hinting for me to deal with it on my own. I snickered and looked at Jason. "You hear that? All the VIPs recognized me as your wife. Care to explain this new family member?"

"Next time, my husband is waiting for me-" "And you want me to actually believe that you are married? No husband will let a wife go out alone wearing that dress! Oh wait..." he looked sticky as he rubbed my whole body. "Maybe you're seducing me." "You're delusional!" Using all my strength I pushed him away. He almost fell so I took advantage of that to cross the distance to the entrance. I kept walking and wasn't satisfied until I got into the elevator. Maybe Edmund is drunk. Because if not, it only proves that he's a real asshole.

Bella couldn’t take it anymore. She knew Gabriel was working in his study and she went to meet him, to talk to him but after seeing the man in just small shorts that were inching closer towards his thick thighs and his black tank top hugging his body, she lost it. She shuts the door, stepping closer to her husband and then gets on top of him, basically straddling him. The man is surprised because Bella has never come into his study. She’s straddling the man and she grabs her husband’s free hands, dropping it on her waist and her own hands circling the man’s hands.

She smiled sweetly at her husband and said, "Hubby, you have fifty minutes left before you walk our daughter down the aisle. Please dress up." August smiled at his wife helplessly, then he went to the bathroom and took a cold shower. A few minutes later, he walked to their bedroom in a bathrobe. His wife was dazzling in a custom-made knee-high blue dress and a hat. She helped her husband dress up. Her husband was handsome in a navy blue custom-made three-piece suit, a white shirt with a plum tie, and black shoes. He handed a diamond necklace to his wife. Caia was overjoyed. She asked her husband to help her wear the diamond necklace.