Married To A Porn Star Novels & Stories

she whispered. His hands moved down her back and under the waistband of his shorts. Marina lowered herself to her knees in front of him, tugging the shorts down. His cock was already large, semi-hard. "You're married, huh? Are you sure you wanna mess around with another guy in your home?," Marina ran her hands along his thighs and up to grasp his cock. She looked at him. “I've always wanted to. My husband will understsnd. I want you to fuck me” she said, panting

"And I, for one, wouldn't appreciate a potential treat near my husband." "Your husband?" She leaned closer. "Yeah. We are married with a beautiful kid." My heart dropped straight into my stomach. "We got married after his rehabilitation..." She kept talking like she hadn't just ripped a hole through my chest. Her voice faded, swallowed by the ringing in my ears. Aiden was married. I thought his memory loss and having a kid were enough shock, but I was wrong. I blinked, but she didn't come back into focus. Her mouth kept moving. She laughed, shrugged, another smug.

Now she had confirmation he was back with his ex. The actor's change, but the story remains the same. Kind of sad. The girl was just a kid, barely twenty, already married for 2 years. Probably would be divorced before she could legally buy a beer. As much as the curiosity was gnawing at me, sleep was calling as well. I'd had a long hard day of work in the yard, and we'd been cleaning out the attic much of the evening. The upstairs was still a complete mess.

I opened my phone and watched for the umpteenth time, the pornographic video that had been sent to me anonymously. My husband of almost two years was in bed, having sex with a woman that wasn't me. His face was revealed in the video, while hers was concealed. The only thing I could make of the woman was her slender wrist and the gold bracelet around it. It seemed oddly familiar but I could not remember where I had seen it. For two years, I believed my marriage was the best in the world because my husband, Tony adored me and worshipped the ground I walked on. I was the richest woman in the city and my company, RAY INDUSTRIES was the number one in the country, yet, my happiest moments were the

“Get that away from me. I don't want anything from you.” Tears kept falling, blurring his face—that smug grin, those dark eyes raking over my naked body like I was meat. Cristian sighed, like I was being a stubborn kid. He set the spoon down and leaned back, crossing his arms. “Fine, starve if you want. But while you're at it, let me tell you what's been happening out there. I'm married now. To Marisol. Tied the knot yesterday. Big ceremony, the whole cartel showing up. Andrade was there too, the idiot.”

then I saw her eyes flicker to my finger where I had gotten rid of the ring, and my fingers lay empty. “What happened?” she asked curiously and I was drunk enough to let my tongue loose. “I divorced him – ” I was saying when Pearl cut in immediately, holding her phone up for the group to see. “You married Marty?” she exclaimed and I tried to keep her face in focus in my blurry alcohol induced vision. “He has an OnlySex account, you married a fucking pornstar”

I rubbed my stomach as I kept laughing. There was no way I was going back to that house. I tapped the search bar on my phone in a bid to look for cheap accommodation. I stared at the top stories column with blurred vision. The one at the top position read “Billionaire Eliott Wisconsin's Marriage Invitation.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and tapped on it. The photos popped up and I almost lost my balance. Right there was my dear husband who I divorced a few hours ago wrapping his arms around my sister's waist. Her left hand was raised and on the fourth finger laid a beautiful ring. I tapped on a video and I cried as I watched the video. They announced their wedding in a video which was uplo

If he hates me then why his expressions are different? Relax. Should I ask him? " You were happy with me?" I exhaled. " We were happily married." He blurted out. Uh...Okay? His tone was telling me a different story like he was lying. But why would he? " We met in college and since then we are together. Later we decided to take our relationship a step further so we married each other. We have adopted a daughter and her name is Claire." He made me drink water after his words and then once again, continued.

"You are back after sleeping with him that night. It's been long so I'll fill you on a few things,he's now married,to me." "I fail to understand why you are giving that lecture to me. He's over there,remind him that he's married because he's the one who begged me to be with him in here." "You…" "Something about you not making him feel good enough?" She leans in to whisper to Myra's ear. "Rumors have it that you have never made him cum" Myra gasps. "You!" She rolls her eyes. Like a really good 360 degrees roll. "If I've never made him come then explain how I'm pregnant."

“No touching. No pulling me close. Nothing. I lie there in that huge bed alone feeling like a stranger in my own marriage.” Koko’s eyebrows rose. “Macho? The same Macho who swept you off your feet with private jets and tiny diamond bracelets? The Macho who gave you a deep french kiss and was groping your ass in front of his parents because he couldn't keep his hands off you. That Macho is suddenly celibate?” I laughed bitterly. “I know how it sounds, Koko. But it's exactly what it is. My husband is thirty-six, ridiculously successful, controls half the tech investments on the West Coast.”