Crossdressing Husband Novels & Stories

"You said it yourself: I'm not taking advantage of you." He walked into the bathroom, adjusted the temperature and started running the water. Silently looking at Charlotte, who looked sleepy, he removed all her clothes; after all, he had seen it that night. As he took off his clothes, he found that he reacted. It seemed that he was allergic to women only when he met Charlotte. He felt that his marriage proposal to Charlotte in the morning was essential. He would not waste what he saw with his eyes now and looked at Charlotte unscrupulously.

Jayden explained, trying to show indifference, and the wrinkle of distrust between my husband’s eyebrows seemed to disappear. Daon hugs me, smiling, and shrugs. "What do you mean let? What a sexist thought. Are we in the Stone Age? I’m her husband, not her owner. She can wear whatever she wants. After all, anyone can look. That doesn’t change the fact that she’s my wife." Daon explains, joking and pointing to our rings. "Yeah, Jayden, don’t be sexist, women are free to be vulgar," Louyse says in a mocking tone and a smile on her face. I see Daon giving her a reprimanding look, but he doesn’t correct her.

“You have no idea who my husband is. He’ll bury you for this.” The guards just laughed without caring. They took her down a long hallway that smelled like bleach and fear, then pushed her into a big open room with drains in the floor and shower heads lining one wall. Julian Cross was already waiting. He was bigger than she expected, tall, scarred up, arms crossed over his chest like he had all the time in the world. His eyes were dead cold. “Adriana Locke,” he said, voice low. “Thirty years old. Married. Got caught riding another man’s dick. Your husband paid a lot of money to send you here so I can fix that greedy cunt of yours.”

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

"Sorry for disturbing." The two of them had just reached the entrance when I stood up and raised my voice. "Since all the leaders of the fashion media industry are here tonight, I'd like to say something. "Simon Jensen and I are legally married. And while our marriage was still in effect, he cheated on me with Angela Stewart."

“He’s right. You were such a good girl for us. Moaning and begging like the perfect family slut. Your husband has no idea what a filthy, cockhungry wife he married tonight.” I blushed deeply, but the dirty words sent another fresh pulse of heat through my core. Their cum continued to drip down my thighs as I stood there naked between them. “Get dressed, sweetheart,” Dom said, his tone softening again as he handed me my wedding dress. “You need to sneak back to your husband before he wakes up. But know this — this isn’t the end. Not even close.”

He was wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, he was still so good-looking, his aura, elegant. When he saw me, his eyes darkened. My fist clenched and I reminded myself not to appear weak in front of him. I guess we were back on the hating game. This time, I needed to hate him too so I could finally move on from him. “Long time no see, my husband.”I teased, sarcastically. He glared at me. “Don’t call me that.” And then he looked sideways. I followed the direction of his eyes to see the woman dressed in a white dress walk slowly to stand beside him.

Concluding my inspection, and not finding my husband in the room, i proceed to the closet in a haste, to grab and wear my clothes, before his return to the room, however, fate is against me this morning, I find my sexy husband in the closet, dressing up for work, in a black tuxedo. I proceed to make my way out of the closet secretly, I turn my back towards him, as I tiptoe slowly out of the room,seeing as he hasn't noticed me, or so i thought, I stretch my hand out to turn the knob of the door, satisfied with my success, when the towel slips off my body, startling me.

My pussy stretched around his thick cock as it clung to every inch. I looked into my husband's eyes while Conrad slowly thrust in and out of me. My moans rose and fell with every movement. My husband unzipped his trousers and freed his hard cock. Watching his wife being taken had left him so excited that pre-cum already glistened at the tip. He spread it over himself and began stroking in time with Conrad's thrusts. Meanwhile, Conrad pulled my top over my head until my breasts spilled from my lace bra. He ripped my top over my head and tossed it across the room before unzipping my skirt and sending that flying after it. Seconds later, I was straddling him wearing nothing but my black lace br

Lexi noticed it and tried to leave, but I grabbed her. After everyone listened to the recording, they were stunned. I pulled Lexi to the center and spoke clearly, word by word. “Everyone, listen carefully. After my brother passed away, she crossed all boundaries, constantly pursuing my husband and sabotaging our marriage. “I could not take it anymore and wanted a divorce, but my husband refused. She caused my miscarriage. Now she thought I was pregnant again and tried to drug me. She got caught red-handed, yet she denied it. Luckily, I recorded everything!”