Husband Sex Story Novels & Stories

“I just want to see you happy. I want us to be okay.” He nodded slowly, a look of smug satisfaction settling over his features. “Yeah. That’s good.” His voice turned stern, the classic husband-tone returning. “But you have to promise me: no sex with anyone else. You’re still my wife, after all.” “Of course,” I said, crossing my arms loosely. “As long as you do the same.” He didn't answer right away. For a heartbeat, he actually looked like he had to weigh the options. Finally, he nodded. “I can do that.”

“Adrian-“ He got on top of her pinning her down and kissed her getting between her legs. “I have to fulfill my duties as a husband. I know you want me, and I want you to..” She giggled. “Next time, I won’t be so forgiving.” He kissed her again, rubbing himself on her and… *** At Judith’s house, She opened her legs wider on her bed, pushing the vibrating dildo deep inside her, her eyes closed as she imagined it deep in her. His breathing, his grunts. Her toes curled followed by an intense orgasm. .

At the gate stood a woman, speaking loudly and passionately, as if she were giving a speech. I looked more closely and then recognized her at once. It was the teacher from the video. She stood there in a white dress, putting on a show in front of all the parents, dabbing her eyes as if she were crying. "My husband and I have been married for six years. We love each other deeply—never even arguing. "A few days ago, he came back from a business trip and brought me a custom-made brick display. I placed it in my office, then a student from the next class saw it and insisted it was hers.

"Audrey? What are you doing here?" I stared fixedly at the glob of pig manure dripping from his collar. "If I hadn't come, how could I witness your dedication to education?" I spat out, slamming the divorce papers I'd brought right into his face. "Sign it. Don't you dare bring AIDS home to me." Beside him, Paige sized me up before suddenly breaking into a grin. "Well, well. So, this is your wife. The one who only knows how to spray perfume? She looks like a plastic doll. No wonder you said you can't get it up looking at her."

"Fuuuckk!" Slowly, I retract my fingers and fall to the rug, too exhausted to remain sitting. Though exhausted, I manage to look toward my dear husband. He looks out of sorts. His chest rises and falls in hard beats, almost as if he were having problems breathing. His hair sticks to his forehead in thick, dark clusters. And, oh my God, the way his dick holds his pants up—that definitely hurts. When his eyes finally leave the mold of my breasts and meet mine, his are glazed over, coated with raw desire.

The thought was so erotic, that her pussy flooded with moisture. She had certainly never considered her Step-son a sexual being, or partner. She was happily married, and although her husband had had a stroke three months earlier and the doctor had suggested no sex for a period of six months, she was not sexually frustrated. Her husband's fingers and her vibrator had provided all the sex she required.

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.

I couldn't believe what I was witnessing "Harder! Ugh," that was Jullian, my husband. The one I had looked forward to cooking for. The one I had been married to for three whole years. I shivered involuntarily; My husband was having sex... With a man! I couldn't believe it; I couldn't believe my eyes. Jullian was being pinned to the bed by a man! A man I had considered a friend. Mr William, Jullian's personal assistant. He was pinning my husband down and drilling into him so hard they were both grunting and groaning. They looked so into it that they hadn't noticed me standing there or the sound of the grocery bag falling to the ground.

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

"I'll explain everything, you listen carefully. Don't ask questions if I haven't permitted you." Anya just nodded in response to the man's words. Fortunately, Anya still remembered that Dimas was her lecturer. Otherwise, she might have landed a slap on the cheek of the handsome lecturer. "I already have a girlfriend named Anna. We've been in a relationship for the past two years, but I've never introduced her to my family. Now my parents have insisted and given me three days to bring Anna home to discuss our relationship. If I can't bring Anna to my family within three days, then I will be married off to my papa's coworker's daughter. You must know that if I get married to my papa's coworker