His Bed Warmer Wife Novels & Stories

"It's warmer inside." Javier only noticed that his wife was only wearing a thin pajama. It was now winter and the place where the villa was located was colder. He hugged Suzie tighter to provide more warmth to her. The couple entered the room while not separating from each other. ..... The separation made the two realize how painful and sad it was to not be able to stay on each other's side. Their mind always wondered about the other person. Their hearts were never at peace and they could not sleep well at night. Their eyes would wonder at the empty space beside them.

then she smiled. They allow me to stay the night in the guest room. Then I heard noises from the other room. I can't figure out the noise it's more like muffled sounds. Then it hit me that they probably doing their snuggle time. Even though it's I just heard those noises a bit... I keep myself wide awake for the whole night, imagining what they are doing on the other side. What actually happened... Dohyung moved closer to his wife. "Hmm, Ji-Ha..." He whispered.

I emphasize every word to let him know that Hyacinth is my wife. As I turned back, my kind smile faded as I headed back to my wife. Something was off to that man. Those big eyes… it felt like I had seen it before. Upon reaching the guest room that we are occupying. The room felt a little cold but my wife was snuggled to the duvet. This is what I had in mind, walking to the bed where my wife sleeps peacefully. I climbed over the bed and kicked off the slippers as I pulled up the duvet to snuggle to her back. I spooned her and kissed her left shoulder. Every inch of it.

Feeling a knot in my chest, I opened our chat. [Hey, man, are you sure that package went to the right place?] [Yeah! Harborview Estates, Unit 2502. Didn't you guys already sign for it?] Then, he sent me another photo. Right away, my blood was about to boil. My brain just shut down like a clock with a broken spring. In the picture, my wife, Phoebe Reese, was wearing a skimpy black lace nightgown, holding the roses I sent her with a seductive smile on her face.

No other sound filled the quiet house. "Seth?" I whispered as I entered the bedroom with a thudding in my chest. He lay on the bed, his back to me, pulled-up covers forming a tent around him. At first, I assumed he slept, but then felt the quiet rise and fall of his chest, as if his breaths came in short, labored gasps. "Seth?" I said louder this time, with a touch of worry creeping into my tone. I drew closer, reached out to touch his shoulder, and just as soon as I did, I could feel the heat that was seeming to emanate off of his body. My heart, striking my chest. The man was on fire with fever.

His right hand tried to reach him, but he could only imagine him stroking his head every night when they slept together in the special royal house. The sun shone brightly through the bedroom window, waking Charlotte from her sweet dream. Her eyes immediately opened wide as she stretched her arms up limply. Her eyes were fixed on her husband sleeping soundly on the sofa with his blanket slightly unkempt. The air conditioning temperature was very cold, afraid that she would suddenly catch a cold. Actually he wanted to cover her, but because her body still hurt, it was a little difficult for her to get out of bed. After all, she was determined to try to get out of bed with her husband.

The door wasn’t locked and he opened it only to left shell shocked. His wife lay on the floor naked as the shower kept running. He rushed to her and checked her breathing which was slow but the temperature of her body was too high. She was burning. He picked her up in his arms and ran back to the bed. He quickly got her robe and put it on her. He checked his wife forehead which was burning. He got panicked and and then called the doctor. He quickly wore his clothes and looked at his wife in worry who was shivering. He covered her with the duvet and anxiously waited for the doctor.

HER: ______ The warmth was giving me a lot of comforts. I was half-conscious but very well knew that I was getting it all from my husband who survived my full weight throughout the whole night. I smiled hugging him tightly like a baby hug the teddy. It was so warm. He kept his firm hold on me like I will vanish in the air if he would lose it a bit. Next time I woke up, I realised I was alone in the bed which made me upset. Did he really leave me?

She hurriedly got off the bed, but her husband was faster. “Where are you going?” Zion asked while hugging his wife’s waist. “Babe, can it be tonight? I still have work, and it’s embarrassing for the owner of this room, and he might suddenly come in and—” She didn’t finish speaking, and her husband picked her up. Before he was drunk, he picked up something that looked like a remote control and pressed it. “The CEO is busy; don’t disturb.” She heard a voice from the door. “That’s great!” She exclaimed absentmindedly.

“Breakfast in bed? What’s the occasion?” “Do I need one?” he countered, setting the tray down and climbing into bed beside me, his warmth seeping into my side. “Only the best for my wife.” My heart stuttered. *Wife.* I hummed, nudging him playfully. “I like the sound of that.” Jack scrambled onto the bed, his small body pressing against mine, and Xavier followed, stealing a strawberry from my plate with that infuriating grin of his. “Good,” he said, popping it into his mouth. “Because you’re stuck with me.”