My Flirtatious Substitute Husband Novels & Stories

William is also grateful because now he can see another side of his wife that is more attractive and cheerful, no longer gloomy like when they first met. “So, this is the real Laura?” “This? I'm the same as I was before,” replied Laura. William shook his head and slapped his wife, who was enjoying the view from the balcony of the hotel where they were staying. He hugged her from behind and kissed her lovingly. “No, you used to be quieter, gloomy, but now you laugh more often, and I am grateful for all the problems that have happened, because I can have you,” said William. Laura turned and looked at William, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck. "And I am grateful that my choice was no

It still made me scared, and I reminded myself to enjoy the moment. "I won't leave you again, Hubby. You're my husband," Celine said with a blush. "That's fine. We'll have another wedding. This time, it will be Celine weds Jace, and not Clara," I said, sitting up on the bed and hugging my wife. She moved away from me and agreed, "Alright. If that will make you happy. But you know that I have work in Banana Island. I won't like to quit my Resturant."

Grabbing the spoon from Silas' hand, I started feeding him. He closed his eyes and sang as he was eating the oatmeal, "Mhmmm…" I thought he was going to praise his cooking skills but my husband didn't leave a stone unturned to praise me. "This is so amazing after I got a taste of you." He said in his throaty voice. Wow! My husband's flirting skills are top-notch. He said, stroking my lips with his thumb, "Always keep smiling like this, wifey. Let others get jealous of you."

he flirted "guess what, how about you come to New York, I miss your romantic touch and need to feel your hardened dick inside my vagina one more time. My husband is too weak to satisfy my urge and you are just the man for the job" I flattered him he laughed seductively and I smiled, knowing that he had just fallen for a bloody trap he wouldn't escape from. "why do I feel like this is a trap, your husband would know of my presence in that city, what's your game here Rose" he asked

I'll have a hard time trusting him until he states or reasons for his past actions. After cleaning our faces, he successfully carried me back to bed and fed the whole avocado toast with his hands " I have hands you know " " yeah, I do. But I want to spoil you. You my wife and you should be spoiled "Did my heart flutter at his phrase? my husband is officially an international flirt! since when did he get good at his games? I cleared my throat and diverted the topic " Do you plan on getting dressed anytime soon? " " Do you want me to get dressed ?" he raised his eyebrow at me, I almost choked on my own spit. Why does this man turn the question around?

Whoever was watching us right now would think he was my husband, the way he was close to me, the way he looked at me like I was everything to him, the way his silent touches made me feel I wanted it all, I didn't care who saw, I didn't care what anyone would think, all I wanted to kiss him in this very moment. “Couldn't even wait till I consummate my marriage and you're already flirting with my wife” I hear behind Matteo, drawing me back to reality, “not fair now is it, Cousin?” Fucking Dexter!

' I pushed him away and said that I didn't feel so good. My husband became unhappy because I didn't satisfy his needs, so he pretended to take a call and said that he needed to go to fix a car. I saw him leaving and entering Fiona's house with cold eyes. As expected, I couldn't believe his words. I felt disgusted after my husband had touched me, but due to what happened between Jason and me that night, I became easily aroused. I quickly became aroused and wanted to be satisfied. I called Jason, but he refused my request.

It seemed he kissed me from Bryle's angle. “Wait… he didn't—” I tried to explain but he cut me off immediately. “Don't you have any shame on yourself? I'm your husband but you dare to flirt with some other man? Is that how you play, huh? What? Was there another problem in your company, and that's why you approached him? Why didn't you ask for my help then? Why do you need to ask someone else? Do you have to approach a man for them to help you solve—”

Who give me the rough intense passionate sex I've been craving since I was a teenager. So judge me if you want. Call me a cheater. Call me a whore. Say I'm destroying my marriage. But I know the truth. My marriage was destroyed the moment I saw my husband on his knees with another man's cock down his throat. I'm just making the best of the situation I was forced into. And honestly? I've never been more satisfied in my life. The mechanic. The neighbor's brother. Both of them give me what I need in different ways. Both of them make me feel alive and desired and completely satisfied.

"To my son Marcus and his new husband Damien. May this union bring prosperity to both our families." Prosperity. Not happiness. Not love. Just money. Everyone raised their glasses. Drank. Damien's hand found mine under the table. Squeezed once. I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Relax," he said quietly. Only I could hear him. "You're shaking." "I'm fine." "You're not. You look like you're about to pass out." I pulled my hand away. Tried to smile at the guests who were watching us. More toasts. More champagne. More people congratulated us on a marriage that was nothing but lies.