His Bed Warmer Wife Novels & Stories

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

After Ramona and I made it official, life became something I'd only ever dreamed about. Every evening, I'd come home to a hot meal prepared by my wife—delicious, comforting, made with love. When my shoulders ached from long days, she'd massage them without complaint. And in the bedroom? She matched my energy perfectly. Whatever position I wanted, she delivered. Being with her made me feel stronger, more alive. That energy bled into my work. I was sharper, more focused. My income tripled in no time.

Continuing to look away, he gets a robe. “Is this something you needed to check off your checklist? Is this how low you think of me and our marriage?” He handed her the robe. “Cover yourself up. Please.” “What are you saying, Nikolai? You said you play husband and wife. Well, here we are. What kind of married couple doesn't sleep with each other?” “The kind that stays married even if one of them wants a divorce. You would be surprised how many married couples don't get to have a happily ever after, Isobelle. We'd simply be another non-significant addition to that statistic.”

"They've been married for five years, but he's still a virgin. Who would be willing to marry him? Those who don't know any better probably think that he has some sort of disgusting disease." I pathetically sank to my knees and numbly listened to their insults. I no longer had the heart to care about the promises of forever that Wanda and I had once made to each other. Just as I prepared to leave, the chilling sound of a beep resounded in my ears. Mason stood a short distance away in a secluded corner. He was holding the remote, waving it at me. The fine hair on my neck stood on end as I watched the numbers rapidly count down. I mustered all the strength I had left to scramble to my feet and

Boy, he was wrong. Being pampered all throughout his life, SJ decided to sleep on the bed beside his wife since the bed in the other room is not yet made up, gauging it to be wide enough for them not to touch each other. He looked at his sleeping wife, assuming, that Paige had given her a high dosage that she didn’t even stir when he pulled the covers aside.

Her husband was shocked to see his wife smiling at him. He looked at her in a daze and replied, "Good morning my wife, I slept well. Thank you. Did you sleep well?" Elizabeth indicated that she didn't sleep well because her husband was not in their bedroom. Her husband couldn't believe his ears and replied, "My wife has told me several times that I am suffocating her. Hence, I moved out of our bedroom. Also, she asked me not to touch her ever again. I am scared that if I stayed in our bedroom, I will be tempted to touch her and make her pregnant again."

"Wifey, staying up late is bad for your skin." "Hmm?" She turned to stare at him and her face instantly reddened. "Why... Why are you staring at me like that?" She suddenly felt that her voice was very loud, so she quickly drop her voice up at the last part of the sentence, afraid that her parents would overheard her. "We're husband and wife." Jate put on a pitiful expression. "The bed is much warmer. I've already warm the bed for you, so quickly go to bed!" Bam! Bam!

But as soon as he hugged her, he would start wanting more. Even at that moment, Jared could feel a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. "Forget it. I'm heading out." He just could not bear to think about it anymore. He needed to give Nicole the rest she needed that night. Nicole noted the pitiful look on his face and issued a sigh in resignation. "We're married now. Don't you think it's weird for a normal married couple to sleep separately?" Jared stopped in his tracks and turned toward her. "What's your plan?"

- AND… - We are actually husband and wife, - turning away, he walked on. Having trampled at the entrance, she followed him into the room, where there was a sofa, a table, a couple of armchairs. Putting down her suitcase, she went into the second room, where there was one, but a wide bed with white swans made of towels. I have seen many of these in magazines. Stopping at the bedroom door, she shivered, hugging her shoulders. Yes, it seems that we really are husband and wife, but only on paper! And I was not ready for such a radical development of events, at least not yet.

Gable stopped in front of the double doors of the master suite—the same room I had shared with Victor during our short miserable marriage. "I will leave you to rest ma'am " Mrs. Gable murmured. She gave me one gentle look before turning back toward the stairs. "If you need anything, just press the buzzer by the bed. I'll have some chicken soup sent up for the little one when she wakes." "Thank you Mrs. Gable. For everything " I said. I waited until her footsteps faded completely down the hall. Then I reached out. Pushed the heavy wooden door open with my shoulder.