My Dreamy Old Husband Novel Free Novels & Stories

My husband I'm sorry, yes, I have betrayed you in a wet dream. Sweat soaked all over my body. Oh my God, I hope my relationship is delicate. What are my strange dreams? I could not possibly report this to my husband, and he might go berserk and nightstand with wild women there. I don't want my husband's body to be touched by other people. Hah! crazy dream. How can this dirty dream enter into my sleeping flower?

I'm damn sure what's waiting for me . Especially ady .I'm afraid he will get angry with me . Let's deal with him first thing in the early morning . With that i slipped into deep sleep leaving my husband uncomfortable sleeping on the coach . I'm not so cruel, ok .He is just too stubborn . Let him sleep there .I will guard him . Lol Me and my sleep are best friends .So as my head hit the pillow I slowly slipped into a handsome hunk dreamland .

At the mention of his favourite mistress, he pauses to look at me, wondering if I'm seriously ok with the extra women in his life, little does he know that I'm grateful for them taking his attention from me. The beautiful, youthful, black hair and teasing dark eyes of my dream taunt me as I stare at the real life version in front of me. My husband, a man old enough to be my father. Actually, my grandfather if I'm being entirely honest, and perhaps that wouldn't be a problem if he was anything like the man in my dreams, kind, attentive, mischievous. But no, my husband is a strict, authoritative man who I'm fairly certain is incapable of love and my sole purpose is to produce an heir, which I

Leaning in until his breath tickled my ear, he murmured huskily, "Your body doesn’t tempt me, my ugly wife." The words hit me like a cold slap. My eyes flew open, and the dream shattered. Reality came crashing down. I was back in my room, drenched in sweat, haunted by yet another fantasy that could never be real. I wiped my forehead and let out a bitter laugh, mocking myself. "I dream about the man who despises me, the man who happens to be my husband." Dragging myself out of bed, I stood before the mirror. My long hair framed my face, cascading down my back. Emerald-green eyes stared back at me, filled with sorrow. I was beautiful by most standards, but to Areen, I was ugly.

At that moment, it felt as though my heart was being ripped apart. "Your husband is calling you. Do you want to answer it?" The policeman's voice pulled me back to reality. I looked down and stared at my phone screen, at the word "Hubby."

"You've been unfaithful to me everytime you chose your job instead of me. You are unfaithful when you refuse to fulfill your duties as a husband, neglecting me. You might think I am a stone, without feelings but you are wrong and if you don't want me, other people will!" Her response caused the dream he had to force itself into his mind again and he could not help imagining someone else pleasuring his wife and she moaning and screaming with pleasure and ecstasy. It hurt more than he cared to admit. But that was ridiculous because he was just imagining it and it was just a dream but why did it feel so real?

He breathed out, relief softening him, before leaning back to kiss me again. He caught my gaze, holding it with that infuriating mix of mischief and charm. “What?” he murmured, voice low and playful. “Admiring how thoughtful—and handsome—your husband is?” I pulled my blouse back on, smoothing it over my shoulders. “Yes,” I said. “I just want to see clearly—whether the man who claims to love me has room in his heart for more than one woman.” He stiffened. Fear flashed across his eyes—just for a second—before he masked it perfectly.

Smut warning⚠️ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ DOMINIC Morning comes again, and I wake up next to my beautiful wife, my love, and finally, she becomes my submissive too. I don't expect how open-minded she is about this. If I knew she would be this open, I would ask her to become my submissive after we married, but everything in this life has a destiny.

"I promise to be present. To be the father our children deserve, the partner you deserve, the man who chooses family over everything. I will never leave again. I will never be the unseen husband. I will be here, in light, for all our days." Alessia was crying openly now, and Sebastian's own eyes were wet. The Prince turned to her. "Lady Alessia, do you have words for your husband?" Alessia took a shaky breath. "Six years ago, I married a stranger. I barely saw his face. I knew nothing about him except his name. He left at dawn, and I thought he'd abandoned me forever." "But I was wrong. He didn't abandon me—we were both deceived. And the man I've come to know is nothing like the distant, unc

She blinked rapidly at the ceiling, trying to clear the memory of the wet dream. Though it had been a month since the pool incident, she was still dreaming of Beck and Jared. Three long weeks since she'd watched her husband’s best friends fuck each other like a creep. "...Until you can’t take it anymore and beg me to allow you cum." She heard the words that Jared said to Beck that day echoing in her ears, "You’ll take whatever I decide to give you, won’t you, Beck?” She reached down between her thighs, hissing softly as she stroked her swollen clit. She stopped herself, let out a shaky sigh, and pushed the sheets off her body.