My Husband Is Gay Novels & Stories

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

Hoping my ears were lying. They weren’t. And my eyes confirmed it. Ethan was inside. Naked. Muscles glistening with sweat. His body moving hard, fast, and rough. But not with me. Not with any woman. With a man. My husband was gay. I wanted to scream. To burst into the room, to demand answers. But my feet were frozen. My chest ached. My pulse thundered in my ears. Ethan’s face twisted with pleasure—never like this with me. Never like this. My heart shattered in slow motion, a sharp, unbearable ache.

"My husband doesn't fuck me like a man would with his wife. Fuck! He can't even get hard most days." "Yesterday.... " Her breath hitched. "I was so wet, he was finally fucking my pussy the way I loved, then all of a sudden he went limp. I love sex, I love getting fucked. I always want the feel of a cock in me. But it seems my husband can't give me that anymore." "But I thought you were in an open marriage? Why not find someone all these while to fuck you properly? " Taylor asked, confused. "Uhmm... I lied about that actually. My husband wouldn't agree to that. He's a pastor."

I had thought he was working hard for our future, but in reality, he had been traveling across half the world to visit the woman he truly loved. For three years, we had been in a hidden marriage. He had told me it was to protect me from unnecessary trouble. Yet, on his secret account, he had publicly shared their wedding photos, personally announcing their relationship. Even his friends and subordinates all addressed Riley as "Mrs. Lawson". Jay had never once explained. I closed my eyes, tormenting myself by replaying everything I had just seen. In my email inbox, an invitation from my brother was still waiting. Ever since my family moved overseas, my brother had never stopped persuading me

My husband is not, as I've believed for the past two years, a corporate consultant who travels frequently for boring meetings in boring cities. My husband is a killer. I should be terrified. I should be calling the police, packing a bag, running as far and as fast as I can from the man I've been sleeping next to every night without knowing what he really is. But I'm not terrified. I'm not running. I'm aroused.

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

Evelyn added softly, "if you are so concerned about marriages being destroyed by younger women, perhaps you should spend less time watching me—and more time checking your husband’s private hotel receipts in Geneva." Rita's smile disappeared. She gasped out loud, her hand flying up to her mouth, her eyes widening in sheer horror as she looked at her husband Marcus. Marcus froze, his arrogant smile vanishing instantly into a dark, panicked scowl. Arthur let out a quiet, deep rumble of satisfaction in his chest. He wrapped his broad arm around Evelyn’s waist, pulling her closer to his side. "Enjoy the Gala, Marcus.” He stepped past his stunned brother and sister-in-law without looking back even

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It looked much worse than my little poke should have. “I don’t have a wife,” said Grayson. “Then don’t tell your husband.” Ice-cold silence. I pressed and felt him flinch. “That was a joke. Not that I think there’s anything wrong with two men, you know...” “You have issues with homosexuality?” asked Grayson as I rubbed his body. “No, no. You just can’t trust them, because, you know, they’re always having sex behind each other’s backs.” “Another joke?” asked Grayson.

“I never did.” “But, I do.” He paused for two seconds to see if Luciana had something to say but she didn't interrupt, then he continued. “A lot, mum. Your opinion isn't important in my marriage. She is my wife so whatever issues you're having with Kathleen it's for you to deal with, it's none of my flaming business. I'm sorry, but Henrietta is my ex wife and Charlene is my wife!” She was stunned by his outburst, he leaped up abruptly. “What the hell are you saying, Richard? This is about Miguel.”