I Love My Husband Shorts Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

I said. "What's the meaning of my love? Better quit the pretense." "You and your wife aren't on good terms and you want the contract." The minister said. "My wife over here is crazy, I'm crazy too, so that makes us crazy couples." I chuckled. "She was the masked girl in the video. In that video, you will see that the masked girl had a tattoo on her leg and my wife also has the same tattoo, look," Everyone stared at Venessa's leg. "And I like said earlier, we are crazy couples. Kicking me on the groin is just one of the crazy stuff we do."

He said. “You scared me!” I said. “I’m sorry, I just want to surprise you.” He said. “Well, I was surprised,” I said. I looked at him, he was only wearing boxer shorts. This man can really make women kneel in front of him. “What are you thinking?” He said. “Nothing, just how lucky I am to have you by my side as a husband,” I said. “I’m even luckier and blessed to have you as my wife. I couldn’t ask for more. You are more than enough.” He said.

That gap doesn’t shrink. @olívia_ He’s my husband! I like him just as he is, with his 30 years, gorgeous blue eyes, and Kiton suit. @isabelle_ Bet even his underwear’s designer. @rita_ Definitely. @olívia_ As soon as I see it, I’ll let you know, with pleasure. @isabelle_ You haven’t seen your husband’s underwear yet? @isabelle_ was removed from the group @olívia_ Poor thing! She’ll be back in a minute.

“And what about you? Are you happy?” I turn to my wife, who is wearing her favorite pair of short black shorts she likes to wear around the house and a white tank top with no bra. She has her hair pulled back and is wearing absolutely no make-up, which is how I like her best, as it allows me to fully appreciate her natural beauty.

I glanced down and caught a perfect view of her smooth, round breasts, bouncing gently with her every movement, their elasticity impossible to ignore. I took a look at myself in the mirror and started laughing too. Her husband is 5'7". On my 6'5" frame, his T-shirt fit like a tank top. And those board shorts were way too small—they squeezed me uncomfortably in the crotch and bulged conspicuously, drawing way too much attention. "Take it off," she said, her eyes curving into crescent moons. She shot a quick, subtle glance at my crotch and reached over to help me pull off the T-shirt.

“This isn’t a Boy Scout exhibi- tion. Untie me.” “Oh, I’m no Boy Scout,” my husband said and tugged the tie on my shorts. “Don’t do that,” I said, but there was no steel in my voice. It was all breathy and…expectant. “This?” He tugged once more to get a final bit of stubborn bow to pull free. “How about this?” He pushed my shorts down to my bound ankles. Now I was standing in his cluttered mind fuck of a workroom in my pale-yellow panties. “Pull them back up.”

I must admit I liked it this much but I restrained his hands from moving further or else we would be missing in action at the party and just imagining Cecile’s face was exhausting, “Love…not here. People will see us.” He clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Fuckshit! I would have gotten inside you by now if not for this stupid party.” I smiled at his frustration. One thing I loved about my husband is how he openly expressed his love for me, “For now, let’s endure it. I will satisfy you all you want. You can put it in every hole you can find in me.” I naughtily exclaimed and quickly grabbed his balls and rubbed his already-hardened penis. Then I escaped that room while my husband chased after me

I feel like I have been talking for hours, I am surprised he is still listening with full concentration. "People love in different ways, maybe that's his way of loving you." He should do this professionally when he stops playing basketball. "I know my husband loves me, it's not even used for debate but he is so passive at showing it." Right from the beginning, I get it he is shy but how long is he going to be shy? We are fucking married. I stretched my legs sitting down comfortably on the elevator's floor with Wilder beside me. "Can you believe my husband has never gotten possessive over me, gotten jealous or ever had to fight for me?" Like seriously dude, I am a fucking hottie.

Aisha, late nights of investigation, and the growing strength I found in my work. “I do love you,” I said finally, my voice soft but clear. “Or at least, I love the man I married. The one who looked at me across that crowded gala like I was the only real thing in his world. The one who danced with me in this very room at 2 AM, who made me believe that love could be intense and consuming and worth every sacrifice. That Khalid — the passionate, focused, protective man — I still love him. Deeply.” Hope flickered briefly in his dark eyes. He leaned forward slightly, as if the words were oxygen.