My Husband Is A Gary Stu Novels & Stories

I calmly told him the truth he had never known. Alexander staggered backward and hit the chair behind him. He collapsed into it and buried his head in his hands. “This can’t be... You always said your parents were blue-collar workers...” I laughed mirthlessly. “Did you ever truly know me? For ten years, your eyes were only on Stella, your career, and that hollow fame you chased.” He looked up. “Eve, we can fix this, can’t we? We’ve been together for ten years—”

I was comfy in that position, my legs swinging playfully, and when I got too turned on, I’d squeeze them together, feeling pleasure. I touched his firm, oily arm and grinned. “Not even two hours at the gym daily would get me this… hard.” I made sure to compliment him. Then, out of nowhere, the door flew open. Or rather, was ripped off its hinges. Wow, Gabe must take martial arts classes! Who else could kick down a door? My sensei husband, of course! Why the hell did you take so long, Gabe? I almost had to sleep with these three… all at once! Next time, don’t be so late, husband!

“Coffee’s already made,” Gabriel called out from the kitchen, his voice unusually chipper. Andrea stepped out of the bedroom, towel still draped around her shoulders. “Wow. That’s new.” He grinned, leaning against the counter in a crisp polo shirt. “Trying to be a better husband. Fresh start, right?” She blinked, caught off guard by his lightness. “Fresh start?” “Yeah,” he said, walking over and planting a quick kiss on her temple. “Got a lot on my mind during the trip. Made me realize I’ve been… distant.”

I complimented. “Thank you but I can’t take credit for that. My husband is the green thumb, and I am the computer technician.” Whiz must have noticed my confusion when he said husband. “Yes, honey I am gay, have been since the day I entered this world” he told me with a small chuckle. “Oh no you shocked me that your married, you look so young.” The truth was he did surprise me by openly admitting he was gay, but I was also shocked that he was married.

Holt and Gary’s location. Stephen instantly rushed to the scene. In the underground parking lot of Gary’s company, Mr. Holt pointed a gun at Gary. “Gary Lynch, where’s my wife?” Gary saw the gun and trembled violently. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was streaked with tears. He was frightened and quickly asked, “What are you doing? How would I know where your wife is? Calm down.” Mr. Holt’s body turned cold. “Even now, you’re still playing dumb!”

“I miss your spaghetti with tomato sauce and guava juice you made.” “Okay, Mommy will make it for you soon, honey.” “Thank you, Mom,” replied Alex with a smile. Mrs. Luna then went to make the food that Alex wanted. “How about your wedding, Alex? Are you happily married to Adaline?” “Yeah, I am very happy married to her, Dad.” Mr. Justin smiled at that. “Then how about your honeymoon?” “Because of Chris' accident, we decided to cancel our honeymoon.” “If your honeymoon is canceled, you better start tomorrow back to work, Alex.”

I muttered. After saying those phrases, Gary came out from his hiding spot covered with blood stains from his men. He walk and stop kilometers away from us, and then thrown his gun to the right side. "Killing your dogs is my only option to get to you, however, I wanted to keep you alive because I know exactly the pain of losing someone very important. Your sons won't accept it, if their father died because of stupidity." He smirked, "My wife left me not because I lost everything and fall with nothing remain in my hands, she left me with my sons because she cheated on me. Now she's laying on the ground with that b*stard!"

Gary retracted a moment, letting his wife get a breath, and then he leaned forward and pushed the length of his dick balls-deep into her mouth. Beth lurched a bit as her husband's fat cock-head pushed into her throat and momentarily triggered her gag reflex, but she quickly relaxed and accepted his entire length. Marge smiled as she felt Beth's neck bulge, and with Gary's balls held firmly against her chin, Marge began to stroke her neighbor's stuffed throat. "Such a wonderfully obedient sub," Marge said as she felt Gary's dick slide back out of his wife's throat so she could get another breath. "I'll bet you'd like to cum again, wouldn't you?"

He said as if to remind her. "I'm sorry my staff probably wasn't able to locate where to send the invites, they probably didn't think you'll be interested to go. My apologies." She said. "No problem." He replied but his gaze is lock with the man on her side who holds her protectively. " Honey this is Mr. Harvey, Robert Harvey that is., a friend of mother. Mr Harvey this is my husband Tristan Hewitt." The two man lock eyes on each other. One a little bit older, another two decades younger but both have strong personality. Both are successful in their chosen field, both are good looking that are being chased and desired by women.

Stacy widened her eyes in excitement "Holy fuck!.... that's Gary's kid!."She gasps, coming over to sit beside Hazel and handing her a glass cup. "Does that ring a bell?.". Lesley mused, holding her cup as Stacy poured wine into it. "Nope dearie.... it sounds a trumpet actually." Lesley chuckled and took a sip of her wine. "Gary Gaughtier is Newyork idol!. He owns over half of the state's companies around." Lesley bats her lashes.