I Love My Husband Shorts Novels & Stories

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.

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

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.

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."

he was annoyed. "HAHAHA!" "What's funny?" he asked, frowning and annoyed. "I love you too." I answered while staring into his eyes. Suddenly his face expression changed and I noticed that his face turned red and then he turned in another direction. "Yeyyyyyyyy! Why are you blushing? hahaha!" I growled and poked his side. "Tss." he just answered and I just laughed at him, because he's cute and Shy. Few hours passed, we talked a lot, just like the first time we met and got to know each other at School, the time he became my husband, his rudeness and cursing... about his family, close friends and also my closest friend.

I knew that there were maids coming to fix everything, but I couldn’t let the ladies do everything when I was just simply sitting in my husband’s arms. “Washing the dishes” I answered stating the obvious. I could practically see my husband rolling his eyes at me and I laughed turning my face to kiss his cheeks. He smiled, his beautiful dimple showing as I put the glass to dry before turning around in my husband’s arms, I was wearing shorts and his black shirt while he wore grey sweat pants and a white shirt.

Maybe it seems manipulative now, but it’s all I’ve got. "Please, Seb," I whimper, my voice trembling with carefully placed need. He sighs, rubbing his temples. I have him, just a little more. "What about Philip?" His voice turns sharp. "I’m sure your heartthrob won’t be too happy to see you in my arms, rubbing your head on my chest, would he?" This is a trap. He wants to see if I’ll falter. I scoff, tilting my chin up. "I no longer have feelings for that man. Don’t mention his name to me," I say, my voice laced with disgust. "All men are scum—except you, my darling husband."

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!