Husband Swap Novels & Stories

"I didn't know. I really didn't..." "Captain!" An officer jogged over, holding up my alarm device. "Found it." Captain Larsen hit play. "It's just me lending out your battery. You're seriously calling the cops over that?" Hampton's voice blasted through the speakers. "Woo. Three points." Then the rest rolled out. Every word crystal clear. "Where's my medication?" "Juliet, don't be like that. I saw you only had two pills left. It looked... kind of sad. So I swapped them for the vitamins I take..."

Staring at the ceiling, I suddenly smiled. My husband, Bruce Brighton, wasn't some easy target.

Simba snuggled comfortably in my arms. I cried until I was completely worn out and eventually dozed off. The next morning, Seth and I were woken up by a strange noise. I quickly ran to the bathroom once we saw each other. Inside, I saw Seth's face staring back at me in the mirror. I pinched my cheek. It hurt. This was not a dream. A counter with the number twenty on it suddenly appeared on our wrists. A book of instructions was lying on the coffee table in the living room. It informed us that this was a game to bring married couples closer together. If we hit a hundred points and told each other 'I love you', we would be able to switch back.

Now. “Michael,” I said, my voice coming out steadier than I felt. I forced a small, tight smile and gestured to Andrew. “This is Andrew Price. He’s my lead partner on the Henderson merger. One of the people who helped me get this far.” I turned to Andrew, whose polite expression was starting to look strained. “Andrew, this is my husband, Michael Sotheby.” The word ‘husband’ did something to Michael. I saw it—a slight, almost imperceptible loosening in his shoulders. A flicker of something possessive and satisfied in his gaze as it swept over Andrew. He likes the claim. The public stamp.

"Instead of confronting him immediately, I decided to test him. To see what kind of man he really was. So I pretended to have amnesia. That I couldn't remember anything." "Wait, what?" A woman near the front looked confused. "She faked it?" someone else said. Grace continued. "And you know what my husband did when he thought I couldn't remember? He didn't comfort me. Didn't take care of me. He SWAPPED me." "Swapped?" Multiple voices. Confused. "He gave me to his brother Aiden. Told everyone that Aiden was my real husband. Not him. All so he could live openly with his mistress without anyone questioning it."

I said spelling out my words. "I just..." He started talking again and I increased the volume of the song in the car to the highest that I couldn't hear anything he was saying.I looked out the window and sighed. This was just my life. Barry is my husband and of course I'm his wife. Don't be too surprised, it was not my decision nor was his. It happened because it had to happen. Matchmaking by our parents. The most annoying thing is the age difference between Barry and I. He is a successful 27year old accountant and I'm a 17year old student at college

Wife finds herself attracted and banging the new Neighbors. This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial, and impregnation. This story is meant to be enjoyed. **** It all started last month when my husband John was assigned the swing shift at work. He went from working days for the last 5 years at his job to working the 6pm to 2am shift. He knew it meant that I would have time on my hands, but it was a promotion to supervisor and the bonus that came with that shift was well worth it.

I jerk my head away, the smell of his expensive cologne making my stomach do a somersault. "Stop it. You can't keep doing this. You can't keep pretending that any of this is normal. We aren't a happy couple on a getaway. You’re a felon and I’m your prisoner." He looks at me with a pained kind of confusion, as if I’m the one being difficult. "What’s abnormal about a husband offering his wife a drink? About a man wanting to dance with his wife and enjoy a quiet evening? You always wanted my time, didn't you?"

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

And I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Her excitement was making me equally excited. If my husband thought suggesting an open marriage was a good idea, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.