I Love My Husband Shorts Novels & Stories

Okay, a lot. Another look at him as he drags me to the dining and the knots tighten in my belly. He didn't plan to stay the night but I am glad he did. If not, I would never have gotten this opportunity to watch him in my clothes. A blue short that fits him more than it does me, even the shirt. My eyes lower to his backside, I let out a low whistle. I need to tap that. Tap what? I need to calm down. But I am not wrong, he is my husband and I can't resist casting another glance at his buttocks. I have to admit, the shorts were made for him.

He came out of the shower shortly after, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, I gulped down hard and tried not to stare. ‘You can stare if you want, I am your husband after all’ Aaron said, catching me off guard. ‘You wish’ I said as I stood up to leave. ‘Wait’ he called out, and I looked at his face, trying really hard not to stare at his abs. ‘I am sorry about the cafe, she kissed me, I was caught off guard, i used to date her’ he said and a hint of relief swirled through me. ‘And why would I care, like I said this isn’t a love marriage, you can do whatever you want’ I said, then the look in his eyes changed, an expression formed on his face, an expression i couldn’t read.

I want him to take a long and good look at me so whenever he closes his eyes, he'll see no one else but me. I don't even know where I'm getting these ideas from. I just want him to be the one to love me like I never imagined. He'll treat me better and I'll have zero worries. It's gonna be a perfect marriage. The husband madly loves his wife and would do anything for her and her baby while the wife enjoys the attention and won't return the love. Yippee!.. I was finally done and withdrew my hands from his collar. "How do I look? S*xy, right?" He asked winking at me.

He whispered in my ear, trailing kisses down my neck and lifting me, so I could wrap my legs around his waist, causing the towel I was using to cover my body to fall to the floor. My husband carried me to the bed, laid me down and started to kiss my feet. Before I knew it, he had kissed my entire body in a way that made even my soul feel kissed. We made love, remembering that there were sensations we only found in each other's arms. We lay side by side, staring at each other, feeling the post-sex euphoria. His eyes sparkled at me, and he stroked my face, making me feel loved. He closed the space between us and gave me a gentle kiss, leaving his face just inches from mine so that our lips met

It was true that the two of them knew each other from their parents, but Jessica was confident that she knew everything about her husband. They dated for almost half a year before deciding to get married, and she always believed that that period was enough to know everything about the older man. They had known each other for almost four years, and Jessica believed her husband was a loyal man. He never paid attention to other women no matter how beautiful and sexy they were, and she felt relieved about that. She didn't expect her husband to never pay attention to other women because he actually liked men. "So, you never loved me?" This time, Jessica immediately asked the question, and her hus

From there, I clicked into the recommended articles to see a rundown of Angela's love life. Her new husband was listed as the vice president at a publicly traded company. According to the article, he'd gifted her a yacht worth over a million dollars. In the photos, the vice president didn't look that bad with all that money to polish his appearance. The only issue was that his balding head was hard to miss. I supposed that if a 50-year-old man had enough money, then his flaws wouldn't seem so important. In the wedding photos, Angela's smile didn't even look half as natural as when she was posing on the yacht.

We sat there for a while until my wife came skipping down the stairs. She was wearing a perfectly see-through tank top and some tight little booty shorts. Her nipples were poking through her shirt, hard as a rock from all the excitement, and the bottom of her ass was hanging out the bottom of her shorts. “I’m back.” She sang as she walked over to us and stood in front of the couch, letting us look her up and down, as she took in our gazes. Probably thinking of how much she would enjoy these two cocks in her cunt. “Oh baby,” I smiled as I looked at her over. “Look at you, you’ve gotten your shorts all wet.” I pointed out, I knew she knew and she wanted me to point it right out.

😩Husband’s Coming Home 😩 “Shit,” I whispered. Marco noticed the change in my expression. He was still shirtless, his muscular torso glistening with sweat, work pants hanging low on his hips. His massive cock was still semi-hard, hanging heavy between his legs. “Is there a problem?” he asked, voice low and rough. “My husband,” I said, showing him the screen. “He’s coming home early. He’ll be here in probably twenty minutes.”

I lift my shirt and put down my shorts until my manhood shows twitching at him. "Yah!" He laughs at me and throws a hit towel on my dick. "That's for later, you pervert, haha." After that, we are just happily teasing each other, and I hug him. "I love you." I kiss his cheeks. He looks at me and kisses me back. "I love you too. Even you are a pervert husband."