My Husband Is Gay 소설 & 이야기

Tony let out a low, guttural moan, his fingers tangling deep into Maxine's hair, pulling him closer. My husband is gay? The realization hit me like a physical blow. All the times he avoided me, the lack of intimacy, the way he never looked at me with desire it wasn't because he was a "gentleman." It was because I wasn't a man. I watched him work, the wet sounds of him sucking his fellow man's cock echoing in the quiet night. Maxine pulled back, the spit glistening on his lips as he climbed out of the pool. "Come on, baby. Let me ride you," he groaned.

“If only I could find the right words to describe him. I don’t understand why he doesn’t feel the same way I do. Could it be that he never wanted this marriage in the first place and only agreed because of his parents? Could it be he feels nothing for me at all? Or worse... maybe I’m not appealing enough to him as a woman. Maybe..." she swallowed hard, her eyes lowering in shame, “...maybe he prefers the opposite sex. I don’t know what else to think, Gina. I’m so confused. “If you ask me, I’ve done everything. I’ve tried to look beautiful for him, dressed up for him, smiled through everything. Even played dirty. I mean slotty dirty for him, but nar, nothing gets to him. The other day, I thou

SERAPHINA. ”What kind of answer do you need? Is it not obvious? Do you want us to be intimate in your face before you believe it?” Gideon hissed, obviously sickened by me. He didn't want me here. None of them did. It was Valentine's Day, and they were lovers. I gasped, realization hitting me. My husband was really gay. I had been with a man who loved men. “You… you never loved me?” I asked, my legs almost giving out. I stared at the man I loved all these years but he wouldn't raise his head and look at me.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

My fingers paused on the window frame for a beat before I pushed it all the way open. “I’ve thought it through.” He snorted, laughing under his breath. “About time.” He got out of bed at an unhurried pace and started getting dressed. “In families like ours, marriage doesn’t mean much anyway. It’s always been everyone doing their own thing. You accepting it makes things easier for everyone.” I turned around. Four years into the marriage, he was still handsome, that careless, nothing-ever-matters air about him remaining fatally attractive to young women. “Tonight?” I asked.

We had a one night stand once and while I’d merely thought we were just two strangers exploring the chemistry between us, I found out later in the worst possible way that he’d known who I was hence why he’d targeted me that night and he’d even gone as far as recording us having sex. Now, that may not seem like a lot for the average woman. But for a woman married to a fairly prominent figure, it’s cause for scandal. My husband, Jake, and I are in an open relationship, although we keep it under wraps. Our marriage is one of convenience. He’s gay and doesn’t want to open himself to the public speculation so he’d proposed a marriage offer to me, his best friend and the person who understood him

After my husband cheated on me for the 99th time, I finally completed my collection of 99 Hermes bags. That was just his way of compensating for his guilt. I was a high school advisory teacher, working from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. every day. After going home, I took care of his parents, who were both paralyzed and bedridden. To outsiders, I was a perfect wife. He figured he could keep me in the dark for the rest of his life. Little did he know, the mistresses he chased for a thrill were all arranged by me.

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

And I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Her excitement was making me equally excited. If my husband thought suggesting an open marriage was a good idea, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

A faint smile rose upon his lips as I shielded myself from Veles's prying eyes. "Wife, you call me. Do you really see yourself fit to call my husband? My soulmate? When you have done nothing but caused me pain!" I snarled, backing away. My sepia orbs settled on his bright ones, his gaze wild, he suddenly looked every inch of monster who did not ponder twice before masticating my whole family, he represented a warrior, a beast. "Watch your mouth, butterfly. I may not be kind enough to listen to your words," he took a threatening step towards my direction. "But I can assure you how much of a husband I can be."