My Husband Is Gay Novels & Stories

He feared he was making a mistake that would lead him to lose everything for not being brave enough to fight for his marriage. “I know she must be devastated, but she’ll get through this and go back to being the strong Jimena she always was. Without me, she can flourish and regain the confidence I shattered,” he continued, his voice cracking on the last sentence. “I destroyed her, Kevin. I don’t deserve another chance because I know I’ll just screw it up again. Besides… Well, good or bad, I’m attracted to my secretary. If I truly loved Jimena, this wouldn’t be happening. I didn’t want to accept it; I felt so committed to fulfilling my role as a husband and father that I didn’t want to face t

I said, my voice coming out tighter than I intended. “Ophelia, I—” “It is okay.” I cut in, forcing a small smile even though he couldn’t see it. “You are happy and that is what matters,” Dave sighed. “We tried reaching you but we couldn't. Your husband won't return my calls and I came across a few articles about you on the web. Are you okay?” I swallowed. Articles? I didn’t even want to ask because I knew what it was all about. I nodded. “Really, I am happy for you both. Things have been hectic for me,” I admitted

"Calm down. We didn’t accept it, but I was shocked when I saw it aired this morning. I know you were married before the split, but don’t tell me your wife found out... and decided to blow everything up?" Now I was completely confused. Found out about what? That I’m gay? Does that even sound remotely reasonable to him? Why would he ask me such a thing? I let out a small laugh, thinking he had to be joking. "Is something funny?" he asked, frowning. "Do you hear yourself?" I shook my head. "Come on, I don’t expect you to believe I’m gay. I was married for four years." He stayed quiet for a moment, and just as I was about to speak, he finally responded.

I am a married, forty-five-year-old closeted bisexual man. No. You don't have time judge me yet. I always considered myself straight until my wife had to have a hysterectomy and lost interest in sex. I was too young to live in a sexless marriage, so I started playing around with married couples and found out that sex with another man could be exciting and hot.

I tell him, getting a little annoyed. “What do you mean, you are not gay, but you are getting married to another man. Sounds gay to me” Hank scoffs. “I’m only gay for him” I reply calmly and put my food in the microwave. Hank stands there for a while before taking his leave. He seems like a nice guy, and I can imagine many men falling for his charm. I’m just not one of them. For starters, I’m not gay. And secondly, I am completely, utterly, irrevocably in love with my mate. I only want his dick.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

“I wouldn’t want my husband shouting at me publicly like that to apologize to someone. He could have even apologized on her behalf.” “I heard he’s been abroad since the beginning of their marriage…” The voices faded as we got back to our table, Julieta caught up with us. “What are you doing, Gael? The people are already speculating that you don’t love your wife!” “Isn’t that the truth?” Gael asked her. “Do not make us argue right now. Behave, or else.”Julieta warned and walked back to her husband. I felt suffocated. I needed some fresh air.

He’d have to kill me first. “Because I’m your husband and you are to do whatever I ask of you,” he replied. “And if I object?” I retorted curtly, pulling up to my feet. A chuckle erupted from his lips. “You don’t want us to go that far, sweetie. Trust me, it will be no fun for you if you remain stubborn,” “I thought you were gay,” my heart pounded hard after asking the question. This time he laughed, uncontrolled. His laughter was deep-throated and unrestricted. It felt like he knew something that I wasn’t privy to.

My father always has his way with me but I also do not have any other option than to make it work, we are legally married of course. I headed to where my husband was, got down on my knees to beg him, but he never even raised his head to look at me. “ You are begging me now right? What if I had died? We are only married for a day and you planned to kill me,your plan and that of your family will not work, you will hear from my lawyer”.

Wenona said, shaking her head. “I don’t have any internal ones,” Celeste said, fastening her shorts. “They can do that?” Aislinn asked. “Doesn’t Jill have one?” Wynne asked. “Yes,” Jill said, speaking for the first time. “You’re a guy,” the shop assistant said. “My husband sure hopes I am.” He teased with a wink and a grin. “You’re gay?” several said at once. “Not me. But I’m pretty certain my husband is,” he quipped.