My 3 Husbands Novels & Stories

“Honey, I would like to have a threesome," my husband suddenly said while we were cuddling. I was stunned by his sudden request but didn't revoke the idea. In this marriage of ours, we were three. Me, my husband and his twin brother. He always spent time with us even now that my husband and I were cuddling, he was on the other side of our large bed. “Sure, I don't mind," I muttered, kissing him lightly on his lips. His brother Harry initiated the first kiss, touching my breasts while my husband teased my clit with my lingerie, pulling it in between my folds.

were just too strong. I’m so happy to be calling them my husbands now. Although I’m only legally married to Luan, I treat them both as my spouse. We rushed the wedding because of the pregnancy, and my friends were so happy for me. Even Ambrosia is pregnant and married to her former son-in-law, who is now her husband as well. “I’m getting annoyed… I always have to pee. I can’t control my bladder,” I said grumpily. “It’s your fault for doubling up on me!” He just laughed and kissed my head.

She must have seen that her acting doesn’t affect me. “Let’s go,” I say to Mark. “Where are we going, sir?” he asks, starting the ignition. To face another hell. “The family house,” I say as I rest my head on the headrest, in thoughts of how to get through the hell they call “dinner” at my father’s house. I wish I didn’t have to face those witches and bastards today. My father married three wives; mine is the third, and I’m her only child. The first two gave birth to one son each, too. They are both older than I am, but somehow manage to be the most stupid people I've ever met. The mothers are not better off.

“He’s your husband. You guys have been married for three years.” My eyes roamed his face, searching for a sign that he was joking. There was no glint in his eyes. My chest tightened. He was serious. Three years? I shut my eyes, feeling every iota of energy leave my body. “H–how?” I leaned close, my ears ringing. “How’s that possible? I don’t even remember getting married. I don’t remember him.” Jace’s eyes widened in amazement. “You don’t remember Christian Hale?” he asked loudly, his voice filled with sarcasm.

With a sigh, I shut the door and followed her. "As I said, I'm here for you." "For how long? I mean, won’t your husband miss you?" The rumor was that she had been through almost four husbands in the years since she had left my father. She was opening the cabinet doors and the refrigerator. What was she looking for? "Oh, no. I'm free as a bird now. Why do husbands become such a disappointment when you marry them? You're lucky that you know the type of man you're dealing with. It's just unfortunate that you can't fully get rid of him now that you're having his baby."

Dangerous if you hold her too long. “You’re joking,” I said. “This is some messed-up test or prank or something, right?” Christain shook his head. “No, Nadine . I’m not joking. I married Sofia years ago. We had problems. Took a break. I met you. Things happened fast. I thought it was over with her, but we reconnected. This is what I want now.” "My throat went dry, like every drop of moisture had been sucked out of me in a second. “So what was I? Practice? A placeholder?”

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

[Man Produces Wedding Photo, Internet Discovers Bride Is Wearing A Motorcycle Helmet. I rubbed my forehead. The comments section had already descended into complete chaos. “WHAT IS GOING ON?” “Wasn’t Aiden Harrison her husband?” “Forget husband. At this point, Annalise apparently has enough spouses to start her own village.” “Current count: twenty-three husbands, six mothers-in-law, three fathers-in-law, four brothers-in-law, and one grandmother demanding visitation rights.” “I’m crying.” “No seriously. Which one is real?” “Every minute someone new appears.”

I just wanted to sleep. Over the past 3 years, we’ve gone from having a potentially broken mating with a messed up family and an unfaithful ex baby mummy to being in a loving, happy three way marriage, with three children, and another two on the way and the family I had always wanted- granted, I’d never imagined or considered I’d ever have two mates, but I wouldn’t wish it any other way.

Present but not present. "So, married man," Marcus said, nudging me with his elbow. "How's the wife?" I took a sip of my drink and turned to him. "Which one?" Danny let out a sharp laugh. "The one with three husbands." "Ah, her." I set my glass down. "She's... adjusting." "Adjusting?" Marcus raised an eyebrow. "To what? Three men in her bed?" "Something like that." Cole leaned forward. "You're living the dream, man. Three of you and one of her.