Novel & Cerita Doting Husband

his dong with gentle strokes for a bit longer than was necessary, as he obviously knew he had an audience. I glanced over to the other couples, and sure enough, the woman on my left was now stroking her husband’s cock, as she fingered herself, never taking her eyes off the big black cock dangling on the other side of the pool from where she sat. Her husband continued reading, but seemed to be enjoying the attention she was giving his prick, occasionally moaning and humping her hand as she jerked him off.

*Miles* There were very few things that I enjoyed in life. But getting under my wife’s skin had to be one of my new favorites. I liked watching her get flustered. Her cheeks turned the most adorable pink as she bit down on her lip nervously. “Sorry?” Her voice went up about an octave higher. “Are you single, Dove?” I pressed, loving just how flustered she got. “I…um…” she responded, lifting her left hand to show me the ring that I was dying to get a closer look at. “Married…me…I have husband—man. I mean, I have a husband. Yep, that I do. A whole husband is what I have.”

My past with him flashed before my eyes, but in the end, the memories all merged and transformed into the image of Ethan's face. I shook my head firmly. "Jonathan, none of that matters to me anymore — not Henry, not Linda." I looked directly at him, and as he looked at me furiously, I took Ethan's hand, interlocking fingers. The diamond ring sparkled on my finger. "Let me introduce you. This is my husband, Ethan." Jonathan rushed forward like a madman, but Ethan kicked him away. Ethan and I had just returned from the hospital, and he carefully protected my belly. I smiled to reassure him.

My husband,. ***

This is just so good. Dominic was petting his dear wife.

“Dillon’s rested up. You can see your husband now.” Husband. The irony wasn’t lost on me.

“My husband calls me love.” He hummed. “Your husband…” “Yes. My cheating, piece of shit husband.” “Ah. Now I see what the large problem is.” I was about to have another shot, but he stopped me, placing his hand on mine. I turned to him with my teeth bared, ready to curse him out when he leaned down, getting so close to me, I could smell his expensive cologne and feel his warmth, and whispered, “Your husband is a damn fool, letting a work of art like you slip through his fingers.”

I could feel my scalp tingling and burning from all the heat. I screamed again. “Please!” “I must say,” the man continued as if I weren’t dangling above death. “Your husband is quite the difficult man to corner. So many men, yet he killed them all. But you…” He tilted his head. “You make all of this so easy.” My pulse trembled in my ears. “Detroit – WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HUSBAND!!” I shouted. A cold laugh slid out of him. He didn't answer immediately, instead, stalked calmly towards a chair and lowered himself. He crossed his legs, took another drag of his cigar and puffed rings in the air.