Hot Wife Ugly Husband Novels & Stories

All these facts always make my heart bleed in pain. I see ladies, especially girls from my college fighting because of my husband and I can't even walk up to them and say, “Bitches! He's my fucking husband!" But how will I tell them that he's a cold and arrogant husband who doesn't love me. My husband is not just for me, he's for everyone, he can never be mine alone. He is MR POPULAR. My name is Constance Williams and you are about to read my love story...

The jackass even went as far as planning a date for them. A rooftop date! Just how much more insults would he throw in my face? How was that slut better than me? She did not, could not and would never hold a candle to neither my beauty nor my grace. And then there was the case of her stupid husband who couldn't see what the hell was going on. His wife was being shagged right under his very nose but the idiot didn't realize and he pissed me off way more than Adam himself did. If Harrison kept his wife on a leash, she wouldn't be clawing her hands after my man like the greedy slut she was.

Eryna frowned and spoke to the half-asleep Micah, The women at his side looked at Eryna with disgust and spoke, “Who are you, Ugly?” She spoke. “Huh? What did you call me? Ugly? Which part of me do you think Is ugly?” She replied. “No! Why am I fighting with you? Get away from my Husband!!” Eryna growled. There was a pause and then They cracked into laughter. “You? His wife? Look at him, he is handsome, he is rich, why would he marry someone like you? Get out of my sight or I will-“

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

But a faggot is always a faggot, because with even stroking his dick, he was already cumming like a broken faucet as he watched his wife being used properly in a way he could never do it. "Harder daddy, fuck your married little slut, ruin my married pussy!" Cindy begged, pushing back against him. Chinedu spanked her ass hard, leaving red handprints. "Of course i will do that, my married whore. Now tell me slut, between me and your faggot husband who is much better I running your slutty hole." "You daddy you are so much better.” Cindy moaned. “His little dick never hits my spots like this. I'm going to cum already fuck me daddy." She moaned harder and louder.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

“Maya Delaney-Steele is still my wife. I haven’t signed those divorce papers yet. She still carries my name, she will always belong to me.” The words hit me like a slap. My stomach twisted. I felt heat rush to my face, the only thought crossing my mind was leaving a red mark across his face. A slap so hard that his classist of a mother would hear. My wrist throbbed where he had held it too tightly. I rubbed the sore spot, trying to shake off the pain, but the anger inside me burned hotter with the eyes of the onlookers settling on us. This was the worst place to create such a scene! What would the investors think when they see this?

' Darryl ignored everyone's gaze on him as he continued to stare at Matteo, "I have a question for you. Did you kill a woman named Lily Lyndon a year ago? Did you do it?" Lily Lyndon? The image of an ugly face appeared in Matteo's mind when he heard that name. He did a double take and said, "Heh! Now, I understand. You did all these because you are the ugly one's husband." Justin had mentioned that the ugly woman's husband was named Darryl; he remembered it just then. Matteo looked at Darryl with an arrogant expression and smiled lightly as he said, "That's right; I killed her."

He says he is soft-spoken for the size of him. “Back up. You and our woman have been in a sex club for three fucking days? Is that right?” I feel my rage building. If she is to go to a sex club, it should be with me and Dylan. Not a bunch of Russian bears. “Are you hard of hearing? That is what I said. Besides, I don’t find her attractive and I’m sure my husband would castrate me if I touched her or anyone else in that kind of manner.” He says chuckling it should calm me, but it doesn’t. Now he is saying she is ugly. I’m angry again.

He slammed her even harder, and she responded to his increased pace by asking him, "You like watching your hot-wife get her pussy pounded by a strange cock? Does that turn you on, baby?" "Holy shit! I'm gonna cum, babe!" he growled in reply. "You make me so fucking hot!" "In my face, Harry!" she shouted at him. "I want my hubby to watch you splatter my face with your hot cum! Jerk off your fat cock right in my face!" Bob pulled his dick out of Jill's pussy, and began to jerk it off as Jill quickly slid down the bed, and off onto the floor, so that she was sitting on the floor with her face inches from her husband's flying fist.