Feminized Husbands Novels & Stories

But now, hearing it spoken so plainly, the truth pressed against her ribs. “We had our sons within the first year of marriage, Lucia. Yet, it did nothing to stop our husbands from seeking pleasure elsewhere,” Madam Facci said, “This isn’t about men in general getting frustrated with women. It’s about certain men. Men who never learned how to be faithful.”

“I still don't understand what you mean.” “Here it is,” I answered, trying to think of the best way to massage his ego. “I know of certain gang men who change once they are married. How many they kill and what they do suddenly seems to matter. They start rushing home as early as they can, trying to be with their wives instead of going on night operations. They even stop sleeping with other women. That is the thing about women, Damian. They try to change a dangerous thing into something docile, something they can wrap around their fingers at home.”

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

Not from the forgotten presence. Not from the First State. Something personal. Something human. Her husband. The memory appeared without warning. His smile. His eyes. The way he looked at her on the day they married. Emma frowned. Why now? Of all moments— Why him? The forgotten presence stirred again. LOOK CAREFULLY. Emma blinked. "What?" The memory sharpened. His face became clearer. More detailed. More precise. And suddenly Emma realized something she had never noticed before. Something impossible. Something absurd.

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

" I was so furious I nearly rolled my eyes. He wanted to know what donating sperm felt like? What kind of idiotic excuse was that? I took a deep breath and forced down the urge to deal with his stupidity right there and then. At that moment, all I wanted was peace and quiet. "I don't care what your reason was. Deal with this immediately and get them out of my sight." Ryan nodded and was just about to speak when the two women instantly put on pitiful expressions and began their performance. "Ryan, you can't send us away." Martha burst into tears. "We're just country girls. Our family's poor, and life hasn't been easy. "To come to the city, we even sold the dozen chickens we kept back home. Th

My back arched and breasts jiggled, knees buckled and I bite back a moan. “I gave you a choice, be my slave or wife, and here you chose the former. Tell me, Hazel, what am I ought to do if my wife is squirming in the arms of another male, batting her lashes at him, and pressing this,” he smacked across my bare bottom hard and I winced shutting my eyes. “This body of a temptress against him,”

He ran his fingers through his hair, getting close to her. “Great. If I get pregnant now it's not going to affect my studies in any way. Moreover, if it happens it doesn't matter. I'm ready to carry your child. You don't have to worry about me. You're just being selfish in this marriage.” “I'm not worrying!” He snapped. She flinched back anxiously. He noticed that he had given her a fright which wasn't supposed to happen. He didn't know why he was getting worked up inside his head. Perhaps it was because he thought the past was going to repeat itself which was his fear. “I'm sorry if I startled you. I'm just not sure. Don't get pregnant now, I'm not ready to father another child. We'll visit

Wiping away her tears, Hilda proceeded, "I believe each and every one of you are curious about who my husband is and are wondering whether it's true that he is an old and unattractive coal boss. Right now, I can tell you that my husband is a young and handsome man. He is also the kindest and best man I have ever met in my life! He is at the scene today, but I couldn't announce his identity because I don't think I deserve it!" She doesn't deserve him? Everyone was puzzled. The champion of the institution's Miss Misty Pageant, the most excellent belle in the whole city, is not worthy? Is her husband that powerful? Upon hearing that, Nathan knitted his brows. But he heard Hilda continue to say,

' I asked him. 'I was able to do that because of you and God. Here is what you made me understand. With love, care, and especially romantic sexual intercourse, a woman, that is, a wife, inscribes her image in the mind, even the soul of her husband. This inscription becomes permanent and unforgettable. She becomes what her husband thinks about all the time, his mind is alone, and her picture or image reflects in his mind, all the time. And at this point, his eyes will not see any other beauty no matter how attractive. He will refuse his heart to go or lust after any other woman.