I Love My Husband Shorts Novels & Stories

"Come on, honey. A little excitement doesn't mean I don't love you. I'll settle down after this trip, I promise. You'll always be my wife—I'm never leaving you." How ridiculous. Men and their empty words. I hung up and blocked his number. … A few days later, Melanie's social media lit up again. There she was, wrapped in Steven's arms beneath the dazzling northern lights, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Her caption read: [Someone who loves you will always fulfill your wishes, step by step.]

My name is Sheryl and I've been married for four years now. My husband is hardly around, he works round the clock and I don't get the full attention I desire from him. I love him, I promise I do but love doesn't keep you warm at night or shut the ache between your legs. Zack my husband's best friend walked in unannounced one afternoon and me on the couch, skirt hiked up, fingers bruised deep, chasing a release my husband didn't give me in weeks. I froze, he didn't. He stood there watching my dripping pussy.

Thankfully, he didn't force me. My mouth watered at the v-cut muscled trail leading down his low riding shorts. Droplets of water cascaded his chest as he raked his hand through his hair to get rid of the excess water. My husband was a sight worth drooling for. "Are you sure you don't want to change your mind? The water is amazing" He teased as he finally reached me. I laid on my elbow and shook my head while he took a seat beside me. "No, thank you," I said with a roll of my eyes "I prefer when I can see whatever sharks and whales are out to eat my parts"

I'm glad nobody knows that we seek to make each other suffer. After setting the table, I called in the minister and my husband. "I can see now that you guys are in a springtime of love." The minister's wife said. "What's the springtime of love?" The minister asked. "It's a season when couples can't stop pouring out their love." She answered. "Venessa told me about it." Martin held my hand. I wanted to push his hand away but I smiled at the minister and his wife. "Venessa, what do you like most in your husband?" The minister's wife asked.

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.

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.