Novel & Cerita My Dreamy Old Husband Novel Read

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 showed my phone to her. “I have a phone and their numbers.” She said and settled herself in the trundle once again. Oh,rude. Oddly, I see myself in her behavior. I thought I was being straight forward so far but from another person's point of view, I was a rude girl. I hate to admit it but that was the truth. At least I get to sleep in the same bed as my husband in this joyous honeymoon of ours that lasted only a day filled with horrors and nightmares.

And maybe on a cold, rainy night like this, I would sit at the dinner table with my wife, enjoying a cup of tea. My dream is simple. I just want to be loved and to love. I want to be hugged and treated like a husband. But I never got that. Bella seemed to ignore me. She rarely treated me gently and often ignored me. Luckily, Emma was by my side, so my world didn’t feel lonely. The sound of a door creaking and the footsteps of a man coming out of Candy’s room woke me from my reverie. I turned and saw a young man walking in front of me, zipping up his pants.

I bet my face is red. Damn, why have I been nervous around my husband lately? He brings different vibes than the usually ′gentle family man′ vibes, more like ′dominating'. Does it sin if I cheat with this new version of Dominic? The last time I felt him so dominant was when we were still dating. After marriage, he never looked so dominating like this anymore, I swear. He is usually just like another gentle husband out there. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

She turned her head to notice a big black man behind her. This man began to rub both his hands over her ass while she kept sucking her husband’s cock. Then the black man began fingering her pussy that was now wimping with her juices. Her husband grabbed her head with both his hands before to pump his dick in and out. She began to moan in pleasure as the black man began to push his huge dick in her wet pussy. Then she woke up. She asked her husband what he fought about her dream. Her husband dismissed it, saying that his cock was already enough for her.

“I’ll sleep with you… if you can find me in one of the 39 rooms in this mansion.” I didn’t look away from his eyes. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, with him gripping my wrists. For someone who preached that time was money, my husband wasted a good chunk of it staring at me. The worst part? I couldn’t read anything in those blue eyes. They were cold… and empty. “I’m too old to play hide-and-seek!” I replied. “You’re old enough to understand simple sentences, Stick-Figure… like: ‘I have no desire for you and will never sleep by your side… ever.’”

— JENNIFER— It was another day of waking up because of the devilish husband of mine. But unlike the other days it wasn't him barking over the phone but his sickly sweet smile and closeness to me in my dream. And it has to be the shitiest dream in the history of my shitty dreams. Another difference was that it was still midnight. As if last night wasn't enough to fill in the quota of my embarrassment, he had to come and scare me in my dreams also. That too, in this weird way that I think I was liking.

“What was the dream about?” “Well, I was dreaming about cleaning the study at the mansion, but I was old – like really old. All gray haired and wrinkled. I had let my life pass me by and . . . you had just got divorced from Ava Bartholomew. “ “A dream about me being married to Ava sounds more like a nightmare,” he quipped.

Hearing that sweet voice, I stupidly thought I was dreaming… his voice is extremely cooing and calm, so unlike him. But then again I heard his voice. That was when I fully realized that I'm awake. I wasn't dreaming, it's actually my husband's voice cooing to me. I never thought he could speak to me with such a tone. Slowly, I opened my eyes and met his mesmerizing black eyes. Those eyes had the power to hypnotize someone and make him or her fall helplessly in love with this charming young man. Everyday I keep asking myself if I'm actually married to this man and not dreaming. I still can't believe that this extremely handsome man is my husband.

I woke up, my eyes wide, my chest heavy with the weight of my racing breath, the remains of desire still lingering in my mind. It felt so real, his touch, his kisses…..the feeling of his cock pushing between my p*ssy lips and entering me. It felt so real…. Yet, it was not. This wasn't the first time I had this kind of dream or imagination of my husband f*cking my brains out of me since I got better. In fact, it became a recurring dream, one day I'll admit I anticipated every night I sighed heavily, twisting around and putting off the alarm clock. I groan as I fell back on my back, my eyes on the ceiling