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I needed comfort in case my darling husband left me in bed and left the house just like that. I smiled halfway down the staircase as I heard the sound of a hip-hop song blasting the house down. I jogged all the way down and followed the music to his gym. I opened the door to behold my husband working out. He was shirtless as he used one of the equipment I do not know the name of. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my baggy shirt and swayed into the room with a satisfied smile.

He asked for a hug which I gladly oblige. "I miss you wife!" He whispered then he kiss my temple. I softly hit him. "We're just together this morning!" He chuckled. “So what? I always miss you every seconds when you are not with me.” I rolled my eyes. "Liar!" I pulled him towards the sofa where the people who will do the costumes for the party is. "Good afternoon Mr. Ottave!" They said while giggling. I just shook my head. My husband is very handsome that’s why I’m so used to that kind of reaction.

How much longer could I hold myself from falling, he was teasing me. After we came from the restaurant he had changed to only shorts no shirt, I was basking in the beauty of his body… we were married, it wasn't a sin to admire and lust after my husband, he was mine wasn't he?. I wanted to hold his dick in my hand and stroke it till it grew harder and bigger in my hand, I wanted to take it in my mouth and tell him, your fuckboy life is over now this cock is mine to enjoy.... And then he had caught me staring.

This is what we should have had from the beginning. “You forgot to ask me if I’ll marry you,” I tease, and his cheeks stain red, but he laughs, and it’s an easy, sweet sound that makes me believe that everything is finally right in the world. We make short work of losing our clothing, and he shows me just how much he truly loves me. A bit later, warmed through and through and cozy in my old bed, which isn’t really big enough for both of us, especially a man his size, I snuggle close to my husband, my mate, and trace lines down his bare stomach, imagining the kisses I left in those same places only moments ago.

He said and he turns around to go to the bathroom. As he was taking a bath I take my time to prepare his clothes. I choose classic-fit shorts and a white shirt. It felt like I was his devoted wife… Damn! What am I talking about… I feel so awful because of course when I was a child I dreamed of having a husband of my own... But this man that I’m with, has trust issues in a marriage... So being married is a traumatic experience on his part. Am I that important person enough for him to be an exception for his oath? I know it's hard to overcome that but for me will be willing to forget that nightmare of his past?

Only five seconds are remaining and Aarush will be here in four, three, two and. The door of the room in which I am living opens and my husband steps in his casual denim trousers. Everyday, he doesn't wear anything above his waist. It shows that he also waits eagerly for loving me the way I do and moreover, he is always on time, as if he has almost by hearted the IST.

he said with a teasing grin. Oh, he has a lot of will. But I also can't deny that I agree with what he said. I like him, I love him. I like the way he keeps making me lulled, forgetting myself and doing crazy things. This is a public place even though it is closed. No one can see my body. I hope my husband doesn't come home anytime soon because my love is blooming. I don't want to stop this mischief. A meaningful moment in my life. Real love, is closed, full of secrets.

Lucas and I have been married for three years, we've had a happy marriage, but I've noticed that for the past few weeks something seems to be different about him. He used to be a loving and caring man who always makes me smile. He is that man who can hardly take his eyes off of me, that's why my mother-in-law always tempted him not to come home to them, and that temptation was also one of the reasons for speeding up our marriage.

Too practiced. Then he said it. “She’s not just a friend, Nadine . Sofia is my wife. My real wife.” My jaw clenched before my brain caught up. “What?” “She’s my real wife,” he said again. “You… you were just… filling in." A substitute, I guess.” I waited for him to laugh. For Sofia to roll her eyes and say we’re messing with you. But nothing. No punchline. No wink. No twist. Just silence. And that’s when I realized. I was the only one laughing.

I loved to share a bed with my husband, to feel his warmth after he left for work. “Yes I can, on second thought, I’ll move. The bed disgusts me anyway.” He said as he strode out of the room and slammed the door. His words stung, my juices didn’t seem so disgusting a year ago. A sigh escaped my lips, maybe that’s what marriages lead to anyway.