His Bed Warmer Wife Novels & Stories

Even the TV was one of those big, bulky ones. It had two bedrooms—one for the couple and the other for their son, who was still in high school. His son was probably still studying at school and hadn’t come home. Meanwhile, Graham's ill wife could occasionally be heard coughing from the bedroom as she lay in bed. She sounded very ill, so ill that she did not even have the strength to cough. Javier went to say hello to Graham’s wife. After having a brief chat, he returned to the living room. "Rowland, you're so stubborn. Your wife is so ill, can’t you just compromise?"

he asked, narrowing his eyes as he focused on the girls. I placed the box of the Cinnamon rolls on his bed side and stood next to him, my hands on my hips. “I cannot choose. They all are hot,” he whispered next to me. “Pick one for what?” He sized me up and as if I was an alien that I didn’t understand. “For what?” He coughed. “I am a man without anyone to respond to my body needs.” “My wife is too cold…” “I am not your wife…” His eyes dropped to my back. Seemed not listening to me, “Even though this wife has a hot ass.”

His long fingers danced nimbly over the screen before he thrust it right in front of my face. "Take a look at this before you keep ranting, Sweetheart," he said flatly, his deep voice carrying a soothing weight. My eyes blinked slowly, darting to the phone screen. In an instant, my entire body froze solid. On that high-resolution display, a video recording several minutes long was playing. It was a tape of the scene inside Zeena's room last night. There, captured with crystal clarity, was Alex, my husband, taking Zeena with absolute wildness and lust upon the bed.

she said and tries to remove his hand from her, but he pushed her at the edge of the bed, making her sit as he stood in front of her. “You’re drunk, you need to sleep,” Carden answered in a low voice, but enough for her to hear it clearly. The man cleared his throat, walking at her side to pull the blanket up. He nuzzled her upwards, determined to tuck her into bed. Dalmi’s eyes narrowed and inched her face close to his husband. She could see how the man refuses her offer, bringing her nothing but disappointment. “Why?” she asked. “You are my husband, I am your wife. Why are we sleeping in a different bed? We actually need to share a room already.”

He usually gets up from bed before I do. I then went straight to his room to check on him. Strange right? Husband and wife, newly Weds for that matter, are sleeping in different two rooms. I opened the door to his room and he was still asleep. Then I sat beside him on his bed. I was about to wake him up when he said something that caught my attention. I took out my phone from my pocket and recorded everything.

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

he begins to say but I cut him off. “It’s not like that. I’m grateful to you and everything you’ve done for me. When my parents kicked me out of their house and I was sleeping in my best friend’s dorm room you took me in, married me and you gave me the best gift of all, Kira. I’d never trade that for the world.” I was truly grateful, I might not have a house full of children, but I have a husband I love, I don’t want the whole picket fence anymore, I have a beautiful home, David spent his time off, renovating, it’s so much better than any house on the market in my opinion. Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard.

He looked at her like he was seeing her again, not just the wife who stood at his side at galas, not just the partner who carried their world with him, but her. Bella slipped her hand into his and tugged him gently toward their bedroom. The city hummed below their windows, New York alive with blinking lights. Their room smelled of jasmine from the diffuser on the dresser. Jason paused, still caught between exhaustion and something else, as Bella unbuttoned his shirt one slow clasp at a time. His lips curved faintly. “What’s this?” His voice was rough, as though unused all day. Bella leaned close, her lips brushing against his jaw. “A reminder,” she whispered. “That not every battle is fought

She was very happy to be with such a sensitive, selfless man. Raymond just laughed at his wife's little chatter, he often stayed in hotels like this so he wasn't that excited. "The beauty of your body excites me more than enjoying the beauty of this room," he whispered. Like it or not, a struggle in bed occurred between them, her husband's caresses and touches made Ara float, this feeling of tiredness and laziness turned into a burning desire, the desire to achieve and enjoy the pleasures of the world could no longer be contained.

she was in deep thought. Weekends were the best days for the master to be with his wife as they can sleep in or make love the whole day long inside their bedroom. It was the best day for her wife to get naughty when she woke up, giving him a hard erection in the morning. They only leave their room when they felt very hungry after the morning hot ecstacy exercise.