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.

… By the time I was settled in my own apartment, it was already 3:00 am. I curled up on the couch, exhausted, and unlocked my phone. Right on top of the trending list was a photo of Simon carrying Angela into a hotel. The articles read, "Domineering CEO's True Love", "Rising Supermodel Angela Stewart's Relationship Exposed", and "Angela Stewart Really Is Simon Jensen's True Love". I remembered the day I married Simon. He'd been drunk out of his mind and kept calling Angela's name in our bridal suite. Back then, I figured that everyone probably had someone they couldn't quite let go of. He did, and so did I. So what right did I have to demand so much from him?

I said, tossing the words over my shoulder without looking back. Charles froze. “What did you say?” “I said, I want a divorce.” I turned around and looked at him. “Charles, I’ve had enough of you and your ‘good friend.’ Since your bond is so deep and loyal, I’ll leave and let you two be a pair of ill-fated lovers.” “You are crazy!” Charles rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. “You want a divorce over this? Michelle is in such a bad state; can’t you show some compassion?”

Nala Age: 26 I look down at the man kneeling before me. As whispers ring out around us, I can't help but feel embarrassed by it all. "Stand up, Mr. Winters. You're making everyone uncomfortable." As my ex-husband looks up, I see desperate tears in his eyes. "Nala, please... give me another chance. I know I've wronged you this whole time, so please... let me make this up to you." I clench my fists as I watch this pitiful man. Once upon a time, I would have taken him back. Even now, I love him with all my heart. It's something I can't help. However, I can't get weak now. I'm not alone anymore.

It was more like a drug that I couldn't get enough of. And I wasn't going to lie, I loved getting under his skin, pushing his buttons just a little bit. It's not like I was walking around naked or anything. These bum shorts were cute and fun, perfect for a party like this. Plus, they made me feel confident and sexy and wasn't that what mattered most? If anything, Eric should be proud he got a wife like me who was confident enough to flaunt what she got.

When he saw how pitiful she looked, Darryl sighed secretly and said, "Why don’t we do this? Call me husband, and I’ll let you go and sleep on the ground today. What do you think?” At that moment, Lolita was blushing as she was embarrassed. ‘Darryl is too much. What we have is a fake marriage, yet he wants me to call him Husband. However, if I don’t do that, I’ll have to sleep with him on the bed tonight. What am I going to do?’ Darryl could not help but laugh when she saw her hesitation. “Will you call me Husband? If you’re not willing to do it, then just forget it. I’m going to turn off the lights and sleep,” he joked.

She was rewarded with a dull moan as he pressed his lips against hers. He grinned as he pushed his work pants down, his blue shorts tight underneath as he guided her hand towards them. With the heavy material of the pants removed She thrilled in the feel of her husband, her hand gently clasping him through the thin cotton of his shorts. The warmth was intense, and she felt the familiar rush of excitement as he stiffened knowing she was the reason for the reaction. He let out a deep groan as her hand worked along the front of his shorts. Helen felt her pulse rise, so aware of her heart beating in her chest. She hesitated a moment before slipping her hand inside and feeling him fully.

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