My Cold Husband Novels & Stories

“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 ask. He steps toward me instead of answering. One step, then tell and three. My breath shallows despite myself. “I want to understand,” he says softly, eyes locked on mine, “when exactly my wife decided to start treating me like a stranger.” I hold his gaze. “When exactly did my husband start treating me like a transaction?” There it is. His expression darkens slightly, but not with anger. He just smiled. “You’ve been cold,” he says. What's funny man?

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

She blushed furiously as she felt a heat she hadn’t experienced in years rising in her chest. Her husband was her husband in name only. Two years of marriage, and he had never touched her—not once. No caress, no lingering kiss, no whispers of desire. The cold emptiness of their bedroom had become a daily torment. She had tried to ignore it, convince herself that marriage wasn’t just about sex, but today, the yearning clawed at her, its claws sharp and unrelenting. Her gaze returned to the gardener who still hadn't noticed her presence. His strong shoulders, the curve of his biceps, the way his shirt clung to his torso as he bent to lift the heavy bags—it was all too much.

he could be gone any minute from now, and I would be left broken because I hoped for too much. “Thank you for coming, Matt. Seriously,” I told him and opened my arms for a hug. He smirked and came to hug me. “I am glad that you still like me. Why am I suddenly cold?” He asked, and I smiled, but my smile faded when I looked ahead and saw Nathan standing by the door and glaring at us as if we were doing something wrong. “Your husband is here, right? That’s why I am so cold. He is going to kill me, isn’t he?”

"Why are you getting shocked for everything!" "Tell me everything, you know about her", when Ellen leaned closer to him for an answer, his heart skipped as words slipped through in front of her mesmerizing eyes, "I just saw her one time", he felt his voice fail when she smiled and winked, "I don't even know her name" Vivian who stood in the side and looking at the lovey-dovey couple spoke, "My my, it seems like the cold-hearted cousin! Relly is a great wife who gets easily jealous"

I closed my eyes and felt the warmth from the blanket. I then heard his footsteps. Yes, indeed, right now, he is wearing his everyday style. Long sleeves that is not bright in color. ‘Are you cold? You want me to turn off the air conditioner?’ I shook my head. Why does his face seems to be telling that? Maybe I am just sick and is imagining things. With that, I just shrug and ignored him. I wish I could lie like this all the time. Not moving, No work, No annoying husband. Just a potato. I badly want to sleep but my head hurts so bad…

The wife kept complaining about everything in the restaurant while the husband was trying to comfort her. “Everything sucks! And you , why are you still here?” She frowned at me and I flinched. “I’m sorry” I uttered and walked away. “How is he coping. That woman got some attitude.” Hudson said. Hudson is also a waiter in the restaurant. He is really friendly and we got along well. “He is her husband, he would know her to handle her.” I replied him. “Uhm camille” he called. “Yea..” i answered

Seeing me like that he smiled and whispered in my ear " If we stand here like this in snow overnight sure we will catch cold the next day..." I blushed with reddness in my cheeks and pushed him back and told him to come inside . I fastened my way towards the door . After entering the door I asked him to sit in the living room and ran into the kitchen to get a glass of water . I drank it in a sip to lower the temperature of my burning hot body. Even though it is snowing outside I feel too hot inside me because of his sudden actions.... I came to living room a while later and saw him near the family photo hung in the wall . He was staring at it with the sadness in his eyes. I came behind hi

Claire sighed softly, “Nancy...” “Don’t tell me you’re going to turn down my idea,” Nancy squinted her eyes. “I’m just trying to make this situation a little better. We used to have fun at Christmas in Toronto, didn’t we? Why don’t we try doing the same here?” “I’m not saying I’m turning down your idea,” Claire smiled briefly. “So?” Nancy raised an eyebrow. “I just wanted to say that… he’s not my ex-husband.” “Oh God,” Nancy covered her mouth and looked at her in disbelief. “He’s your husband,” she murmured softly.