My 3 Husbands Novels & Stories

There was something gentle about his presence—safe. “This is Peter,” my mum said proudly. “My husband.” I blinked. “You… remarried?” She nodded. “Three years ago. He saved me in a way I didn’t know I needed.” Peter smiled and offered me a firm handshake. “She talks about you every single day. I’ve been hoping we’d meet.” “I didn’t know,” I said quietly. “I wanted to tell you,” Mum said, “but I didn’t want to overwhelm you.” Peter looked at her like she was made of light. He kissed her temple, and she leaned into him easily.

Jimena retorted, looking at him with distaste. “Well, for some reason, three of you are married to us. We must have that je ne sais quoi that drives the Gutiérrez women crazy,” he said with a proud grin. “Conceited idiot.” She grumbled, eliciting laughter from her husband, who got out of bed and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Let go of me, you moron!” She squirmed in his embrace, which only made him hold her tighter. Pablo placed a loud kiss on her neck, which only made her angrier. “Let go, Pablo!” she growled. He slowly released her and turned her to face him.

The first time I had called him Hale was seven years ago, and in the times we have spent together, the times I had called him that could be counted with one finger. “Isn’t that your name?” I shrugged, feigning ignorance. “You said it yourself that it is only a name. Besides, I think I like the name Hale.” My husband looked at me with narrowed eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t be like this, Red; can we just forget about all this? I want to have a proper rest after today.” “Oh husband,” my lips widened like a Cheshire Cat. “I am only just starting.”

Claire said, gesturing to them with a casual wave of her hand as if she were introducing a new set of appetisers. My eyes went wide, my hand freezing as I reached for the glass of water. "Husbands?" I asked, the word feeling clumsy and heavy in my mouth. "Yes, husbands. Mark, Philip, and Carl," Claire said, her tone as effortless as if she were describing the weather. I blinked, trying to make the math work. I knew Claire was unconventional, but this was a reality I hadn't prepared for. "You have three husbands?" Claire let out a soft, melodic laugh. "Well, three are on the document and one is not. I have four husbands, Eden."

The imagination of his hard dick inside of me again, making me moan. “ Continue babe, you wanted to say something about your ex-wives. What really happened?” This whole thing about my own husband having a number of ex-wives is just fucking scary. Like how can I marry a man before knowing he’s been married multiple times? Is it really worth my attention? I’ve successfully turned him on. He should speak soon. “ I actually killed one of them. She… she…” he said halfway, he had falling on my chest, his eyes dropping waters. My pussy tripping.

“And this time I want you to thank your husband for sharing you.” “Thank you, Jimmy,” I moaned loudly between each hard thrust. My voice broke with pleasure. “Thank you for letting this biker ruin your wife’s holes.” Jimmy was standing nearby now, stroking himself again as he watched his wife get completely destroyed by another man. His eyes were wide with lust and love mixed together. Seeing him like that only made me wetter. Jax’s thrusts became faster and more erratic. His muscles tensed, and his breathing grew rough. “Gonna fill you up again, slut.”

I nodded. She glanced at me. "Is it your first?" My fingers tightened around the edge of my hoodie. I nodded. She smiled warmly. "This is my third." "Your third?" I repeated before I could stop myself. She laughed. "Me and my husband promised we were going to stop at two, but after that frisky night in Ohio, I don't know what got into both of us." She laughed again. I managed a small smile. "Congratulations," I said. "Thank you."

I braced myself, thinking he was going to ask for more money. “What is it?” “I have married three wives,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, strange tone. “Three women. And not one of them could give me a child. I have spent my whole life being told I was empty. I have prayed to the Moon for a son for decades. I thought I would die childless and alone.” I felt a chill run down my spine. This wasn't about gold.

I don't want this life anymore. “My head is pounding,” I said in a tired whisper, glancing between them with disbelief in my eyes. “Ah, forgive me,” the one on black said with a smirk on his face. “I am Vlas Aetrakis. And these are your other husbands, Kias and Aion.” The room became dead silent as I stood frozen. Husbands?! There were three of them? I had married three men? My mouth fell open. “Huh?”

Lucifer told me my time wasn't up yet and that I shouldn't have died here. The problem was, I'd already died three times. And every single time, it happened after I got married. My first wife was a powerful leather factory owner from out west. But she had a crippling gambling addiction. After blowing through all her assets and my entire life savings, she let the debt collectors cut off three of my fingers to cover her debts. I ended up bleeding to death. My second wife was a respectable, glasses-wearing university professor. She even beat me with class, leaving no bruises and never hitting me in the face. I died from ruptured internal organs. My third wife was a quiet, blue-collar welder