I Want A Husband Novels & Stories

My hands curled into fists, wanting to grab something, or even someone. My feet were already moving of their own accord, ready to put distance away from them. I tried my best; lord knew that I did, but there was something about this moment that had me all claws and teeth. I had never had issues with Izaak; he was one of the newest additions to the department and a very important one. He was pretty much chill, but right now, seeing him so close to my wife, all of his niceness dissolved. However, for my wife, I tried. Tried to be a perfect husband even though my hands remained possessively fixed on her waist.

Get closer to her and just have the time of our lives away from all these shenanigans. I was actually curious how a week with Lois would be. No work, nothing at all, just us. I wanted to know who she was behind the fierce Lois I know. I want to see her goofy side, her cute side, I want to see her laughing her hearts out. I want to see her genuinely happy to be in my presence. I also wanted her to see me as a friend , not just her contract husband, but someone she can confide in, someone she can turn to for comfort whenever she feels down. Someone she would not hate by any gestures made by them.

All of a sudden! "Hell no! Never! You don't even know the guy! What if he tries-" "I'll never know the guy until I spend time with him!" "But why so sudden? You never showed interest in men and sex before!" I narrowed my eyes at him, anger flaring to earnest inside me. "Unlike what you think of me, I actually want to have a husband, kids and a family full of love and happiness! And all of it in real, not a thing which would be fake!"

The new outlet which is p**n that I just found has also confirmed that I still have a lot to explore. My husband is a pastor and thus we are expected to be really holy in all our dealings. The role models people are meant to look up to but we are married and married couples are supposed to explore right? Please don’t judge me, I don’t need anyone doing that right now. I just want to be fucked right, is that even too much to ask? At thirty eight, I’ve lived a boring life. Spending my youth and days buried in church activities and my nights in prayers for the people who don’t give a damn about me and yet my husband can’t do the one thing I need.

I want him to remember my smiles. It hurts my heart to see him act like this. It's so unusual and he is a mess. Where's my handsome husband? I want to see my cool and cocky husband. Ah, a sudden memory of us in the past came back to me. I want to have a date with him again. Hold his hands, eat with him and live with him. Wow, that's a dream I can't fulfill now. I'm afraid he will be too sad to live by himself in our house. Just the thought broke my heart into pieces.

he asked as if she could ask for a piece of the moon and he would find a way to give it to her. "I want you," she said simply. "You know me better than any woman. I want all of you," she insisted, shaking her head. "I want you to love me like a husband loves his wife. I want you to wake up in the morning and find me, not because your body longs for my body, but because your heart beats for mine. I —I want you to kiss me, not because you like it, but because your soul has a secret that must be shared with me. I want this marriage to be real not only because of the contract. I want you to be my husband because the thought of being someone else is torture."

“Don’t you fucking blame me⁠—” “I do blame you,” he barked. “All you had to do was say no.” “I want a husband who doesn’t want anyone else but me.” “Well, that’s not going to happen. All men, at some point in time, desire someone else. It doesn’t mean they love their wives less.”

Just an order, delivered and expected to be obeyed. But beneath the irritation, something small and fragile stirred inside her. Happiness. It was ridiculous, she knew. It was irrational. But the thought of walking beside him, even for an hour, even if it was all an act it made her heart flutter like it hadn’t in years. The idea of pretending, just for one evening, that they were a real husband and wife. She sat up slowly, pushing the doubts aside. Maybe this time is different. Maybe this time he actually wants me there.

"Little brother-in-law is captured again!" "Shall we chase after them? Why don't we get someone else to be your husband? Darryl is such a nuisance."

Just the sight of their soft cock's bulge makes my pussy drool, I have endured years of mediocre sex with my husband. My husband is a good man but a bad fuck, he never knows how to keep me sated and I really need to be fucked good till I see stars. I sit up straighter as a shiver runs spine just from my hot body remembering that I haven't been fucked good in a long time, yet I am surrounded by so many sexy young men. “Are you okay baby?“ My husband asks me softly and I almost roll my eyes at him, I wish Stephen would step up and do something with me but he is such a bore.