Husband's Lover Novels & Stories

And in many ways, he was. “So you want us to choose for you? You want us to make your guilt easier to live with?” she asked, voice trembling. “I’m not asking for that—” “Then choose, Gabriel!” she shouted finally, emotion cracking through her restraint. “Choose now! Not tomorrow, not next week. I am not your comfort zone. I am not your default setting. I am a woman you married, and I deserve better than this.” Tears slipped down her cheeks, silent, steady. “You’re either my husband or her lover. You don’t get to be both anymore.”

He seduced her playfully. Soon, Pablo’s mouth was exploring his wife’s intimacy, whose taste had always been a delight to him; however, they had been distant for so long that he had forgotten how much he loved kissing, licking, and sucking her there. For her part, Jimena surrendered to the pleasure her husband offered her, forgetting all the negative feelings that had overwhelmed her during those days when he had treated her coldly. Although memories invaded her mind to warn her that the tears he caused her outnumbered the happy moments, she sought more than one justification not to tarnish that moment, and thus keep alive the hope that everything would change between them and they would be

I give relationship advice online, helping the lovesick and heartbroken work through their problems. One night a young man called into my livestream. A wealthy woman had been keeping him for seven years. Now he wanted to go home and get married, but she'd threatened to kill herself if he left. I gave him the standard advice. "You want out? Go to her husband. Tell him the truth. Give everything back." Three days later a property deed arrived, along with dozens of luxury-car keys and more than a hundred designer bags. Then my phone lit up with a transfer notification. Eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The note read: "Thanks for the advice. Returning everything to its rightful own

I stared daggers at him and yelled, “ l want a husband that won't leave his wife in the middle of the night alone, to spend a night of heated passion with his lover. Marriage is not a game, it’s sacred. Why tarnish its purity by defiling your body?” I was enraged with the way he was acting confused. What was there to be confused about? Could he probably be pretending about it? Or maybe he was trying to play with my emotions? I saw him holding her in his arms. I saw him kissing her. Then in the morning, his silly mistress had taunted me about it. Then what could he possibly be confused about? I tried reading his aura and expression but he was completely impassive.

My heels clicked in the dark room as I approached the hooded silhouette of a man waiting for me. I stepped into the light, a smile on my face. "Did you miss me?" The man, my old lover stepped forward, a huge grin on his face. "Hell yeah, I fucking did. I was bored and tired of pretending to be someone I'm not." "I have good news," He continued, his voice dripping with triumph. "She trusts me. She has no idea. And her husband is a fool. He’s so focused on me that he doesn't even see what's right in front of him."

Dropping the cup back in the bucket, he turned and looked at me. “Your wife was confronted by your lover.” I scoff at him. “You have not always been faithful to your wife.” “True, but I also did not give my lover preferred treatment. I deferred to my wife and did not allow my lovers to disrespect her.” I’m not sure what makes me angrier, the fact that I know what he says is true. Or the fact that I can feel how angry my beast is. He does not want to leave Isla. This is what I was trying to avoid.

He said casually while I looked at him intently. “Are you being serious right now? I’m married, and we are literally on our honeymoon right now, so how isn’t he a competition? You know what? You’re actually right. There’s no competition here, so my husband can’t possibly be one,” I said firmly while he just chuckled. “You just proved why I said he’s not one.” “What?!” I asked. “You wouldn’t be defending him this much if everything was okay between you two. It’s not hard to know two lovers in love, and you, my darling, are not happy.” He revealed, and honestly, I was mad at his audacity.

“I hope you like it.” Emily smiled and kissed Harold’s cheek. “Thank you. It’s so beautiful.” “I’m glad you like it. If you want, I can send you flowers more often.” She shook her head. “No, you don’t need to do that.” He let out a long sigh. “If I’m your lover, won’t you want to get flowers from me?” “I …” She gulped because she couldn’t give what he asked. However, she didn’t want to spoil the day. “You are my husband, not my lover.”

The man didn’t understand the warning at all and started shouting. “Ten thousand? Are you robbing me? Is it made of gold?” Then suddenly, his expression changed. He pointed at Hayes and sneered. “You… you’re Eloise’s lover, aren’t you? Your husband just got locked up and you’ve already found another man! He even came to your house!” That immediately stirred the others. “Eloise, you teamed up with this bastard to bully my brother, didn’t you?” “You’ve been cheating on him for a long time, haven’t you?”

He had grown tired of asking for Hettie’s help, but his Wife would not let up and wore him down with her moods and nagging, till eventually he relented. After consulting privately with Hettie, the Poacher took his wife’s Lover into the forest to hunt for deer. The poacher and his wife’s lover became separated in the deep, dense forest and lost sight of each other. The Lover saw what he took to be a giant stag, he drew his bow, shot at it and his arrow landed true. When he came to claim his prize however, the Lover saw that he had not shot a stag, but had mistakenly killed the Poacher with his arrow. The Poacher had failed to heed Hettie’s warnings. He had grown cuckold’s horns and as a conse