My Best Friends Husband Is My Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 My Husband Suggested A Threesome… But I Only Crave His Best Friend I’m lying in bed beside my husband, Ryan, but my mind is miles away — wrapped around his best friend’s thick cock. Ryan is kissing my neck softly, his hand sliding between my legs, rubbing my clit in the same gentle, predictable way he’s done for four years. It feels nice. Comfortable. Safe. But it’s not enough. Not anymore. “Baby,” he whispers against my skin, two fingers slipping inside me. “I’ve been thinking about something… What if we had a threesome?”

“I’m not sad.” “You’ve been staring at that same sweater for ten minutes.” I looked down at my hands. I was holding the gray hoodie—Ethan’s hoodie, the one I’d never been able to throw away. “Old boyfriend,” I said quietly. Chloe didn’t pry. She just nodded and said, “I have one of those too. His name was Mark. He told me he loved me and then kissed my best friend at prom.” I blinked. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” She shrugged, but her eyes were soft. “It gets easier. Not all at once. But eventually.”

The wine tasting ended.A passerby knocked over the wine rack in the hallway. The rack toppled straight toward me and my best friend,Lena.My mafia husband and our son both yanked her behind them first. She walked away unharmed.I crashed hard to the floor. Lena hurried over toward me. “ Seraphina, are you okay? ” My son grabbed the hem of her dress. “ Aunt Lena, don’t go over there. You’ll get red wine on your pretty dress. ” “ But your mom fell. I have to help her up! ” Lena insisted. Dante pulled her back against his chest. “ Calm down. She’s a grown woman. She’s not that fragile. She can clean herself up and stand. ” My left arm hung limp at my side.Blood seeped through the spilled red wine

“Yeah, I hooked up with someone. It was outside work, and I didn’t cheat on anyone. What are you even talking about?” “You didn’t cheat?” Lucas’s tone was sharp. “What about your boyfriend?” “My what?” Kieran’s jaw dropped. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” Lucas’s face paled, his confidence faltering. “What about… the blond guy who drops you off at work? The one who called you on Monday?” “That’s my best friend,” Kieran said flatly. “My very happily married best friend who just got back from his honeymoon.” “Oh.” Lucas’s voice was barely audible.

He grinned. "No, no. What I mean by a friend—I mean a real friend." He leaned forward like he was revealing some grand secret. "I want us to be close. Like, I want to be able to pop up where you live, hang out, talk. A real friend. You know? I’ve never had a real friend before. And when I saw you, I knew one thing—you were either going to be my wife or my best friend. Since I already shot my shot at the whole husband thing, and that failed… spectacularly…" I stared at him.

“You’re magic, you know that?” She tilted her head. “Magic?” “Yeah,” I said quietly. “You always know how to pull me out of a bad headspace. Even when I don’t realize I need it.” She smiled, then bumped my knee with hers. “That’s what best friends are for, right?” I looked at her a beat too long. Best friends, she said. But the way my chest tightened… it was something else. I didn’t say it out loud, but in that moment, I knew:

Instead of feeling relieved, he was now annoyed. "You don't believe me, do you? My whole life, I've never even thought about having more than one wife. And now, suddenly, my wife is asking me to marry another woman." Laughter was still etched on Alvin's handsome face. "You should be happy then. You can have two wives without having to sneak around. Ethan grimaced. His friend was responding too casually. "The problem is, I'm not the type of guy who likes to share love. One is more than enough, and now you want me to have two? It would just be troublesome."

“Oh my God! Who is that?” I stammered, trying to come up with an explanation that didn’t sound ridiculous. “This? Oh, it’s nothing, really. Just a joke. He’s not... you know, a real husband.” She raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Sure, sure. I get it. Boyfriends are called husbands these days, right? You’re only 23, so too young to get married. But a boyfriend? That’s exciting! When did you get one? Spill the deets!”

I looked over to Haneefah the best of all Bestfriends Allah gave me as a gift and I smiled at that. I looked back to my husband, the love of my life who I had fallen in love with from the very day I set my eyes on him and am still falling for him every passing second. The most doting and understanding man you could ever wish for. "Alhamdulillah" I silently said. My mind drifted back to the past. How I had already given up on him not knowing he was my husband but it just wasn't yet time. How I nearly gave up on my Bestfriend before Allah brought her back to me.

They were both surprised to see me standing there but I was more surprised to see my husband having sex with my best friend. “Selene?” My heart gave a loud thud.