Married Woman Love Another Man Novels & Stories

She moaned his name, over and over again. I stood there, staring, with my legs frozen. The man I married. The man I cooked for, worked for, loved more than anything, was right there fucking another woman in our matrimonial bed. He didn’t even notice me at first. He was too busy, too deep into her that he failed to hear my heartbeats. Their bodies slapped together. The sheets were tangled under them. My sheets. My home. He finally looked up and out eyes met, but to my shock, he didn’t stop.

Without being asked, it should be understood that a married woman should not have another lover. To be continued...

She remembers little stuff on what her husband likes just to avoid any conflict. Some ended their marriage because of too much love. Their partners loved another woman and that made her cousins crazy knowing their husbands infidelity. Even though they knew that men were allowed to have 1 or 2 lovers. She learned that women who are in love were crazy to no extent. So she never entertained any emotions like having a crush or liking anyone. She reached her debut without having any romantic emotions. For she settled to put her interest in books.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

"Yes." Naomi stood abruptly and began pacing, one hand pressed to her forehead. "Elara. Elara, what the hell. You don't just wake up and marry a man like that. People marry Rowan Blackmere for power, not love. That's not even gossip, that's common sense." Elara watched her pace without flinching. "I didn't marry him for love." Naomi stopped mid-step and turned sharply. "Oh my God. That's worse." Elara's mouth tightened slightly. "Naomi."

“Inga, it’s over! Let’s not drag this out any further. Let’s leave each other with some dignity. “I’m married now. My wife is Olivia. I love her.” I looked at Olivia lovingly. I had never realized love could mean meeting each other halfway, and not just one person always giving in. Inga’s voice rose as she screamed desperately, “No! You can’t love her! “You’re pretending! “Stop with the act, Martin. I was wrong. I’ll get rid of the baby!” Inga recognized Olivia. She remembered that Olivia had pursued me back in college, but I had turned her down. She was certain I was only pretending to be with Olivia to spite her.

"I had no idea Alicia had any ties with you. As a matter of fact Dani..I’ve been hoping to find you” Danella scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. "Find me? Don't try to play innocent with me. I can't believe I was so stupid to think our night together meant something to you." “How could you let me sleep with you knowing you were married” Daniella tosses out angrily "Married? not married yet, Danella," Lucky interjects, his voice horse. "And this engagement…it’s complicated." "Complicated? So complicated that you couldn’t tell me," she snaps, her voice cracking with emotion.

She was silent for a moment and then she said, "I don't honestly know. I love you and I hope you believe that, but I love Ron's cock too and he can have me any time he wants me and if it means I have to fuck all his buddies to get him to give it to me I will." So now I have a decision to make. Can I live with the fact that the woman I love is a slut for another man - an asshole with a big cock - who can make her fuck whoever and however many he wants? Or do I say goodbye to twenty years of marriage and the only woman I have ever loved?

Looking down, she said softly, "I don't think anyone will come in without knocking- and it doesn't feel right that I am sitting while you are standing." "From here the view is better... don't worry I won't faint standing here... and even if I do, you are here!" Markrum teased. Elena bit her inner cheeks from blushing and looked down. She lightly asked, "Before our marriage was arranged, did you ever like someone?" "Yes, I did like someone. But the woman I cared for didn't feel the same... now she is married," Markrum replied calmly, no hurry. Elena looked up with complicated eyes as if she was not expecting this answer.

Earn it, that's all I have to say to you. What a pathetic person you are! You want respect? Did you respect your wife when you were with another woman while she was just a stone's throw away from you? Did you respect your wife during your honeymoon when you slept with two prostitutes in front of her? What do you think she is made of? Wood, maybe? That she has no heart? That she has no feelings? What married man could do that to the love of his life? Or do you have no heart? Put yourself in her shoes, think about how you would feel if another man laid his hands on your wife?