My Husband Is Womanizer Novels & Stories

For a second, I felt this flicker of hope— Then bitterness swallowed it whole. The affair still sat in my chest like glass. I didn't know if I'd ever stop bleeding from it. And honestly? I hated how pathetic I'd become. Caught my husband cheating, and somehow I'm still here, handing out second chances like candy. I didn't even recognize myself anymore. But after ten years, the thought of letting him go felt like free-falling. He was all I had left. While I sat drowning in that, his phone rang—loud and sharp, slicing through the quiet.

He was well respected in his field of work, a few years ago he had a torrid affair with random women, one after another, most of his conquests are in and out of his line of work, always between widows, even daughter’s lonely women, wives and even husbands with their dead wives. He hid it to some extent from his wife, who in the end ended up discovering some cases, all this so that she had to solve the problems, in which her playboy husband was a damage control. During the last 15 years of marriage, he got involved with a series of random lovers, he was always discovered, simply, for squandering and showing off, in addition to sometimes supporting women and call girls, who was always caught,

Without waiting for my answer, he turned and left, following Henry's repeated calls. It was not a request for my opinion, but a notification. It was so firm and so unquestionable. I suddenly remembered the year we first met. Jonathan had firmly grasped my hand, telling me that I would be his only love for life. He defied his family for me, and reformed his playboy ways for me. That Jonathan had once braved everything for me countless times. I thought we would not repeat the mistakes of others, but it was also Jonathan who, in the seventh year of our marriage, brought home an illegitimate child and turned me into a laughingstock.

My heart wouldn't stop thumping so fast as I took each steps till I got to the room, I opened it wide and it was just like I had predicted, the sight of it made my heart ache as it felt like everything inside of me was burning in rage. He had done it again, Haynes Chadwick had done it over and over again! Fucking another woman on our matrimonial bed when he had never even touched me. It doesn't surprise me anymore; the fact that my own legally married husband is a womanizer who doesn't even care about my feelings and how heart wrenching it is for me to always enter this room to meet him in this position.

A man like that wouldn't go to a sex club. I was outside, standing by the curb, when some woman stormed up to me. She didn't look happy as she asked if I was the owner of Obsidian. “Yes,” I’d said cautiously. “You need to cancel my husband’s membership,” she replied, like I was a restaurant manager who got her order wrong. “Ever since we opened our marriage, it’s the only place he wants to be. He’s in there almost every night. I agreed to explore other people, not lose my husband to some brothel in disguise.”

I glanced back at the man who offered his hand and back to the serious face of my husband. "It's okay, cousin, I just love helping a lovely lady like her." the man smirked. I can't help not to raise my eyebrow. -'Tsk.tsk. A certain line of a womanizer.'- "Yes, she's indeed a lovely lady but I can assure you she doesn't need help your help, Mike." He paused and returned the smirk to his cousin. "Because I can do that to my wife." He said emphasizing the last word. But the man didn't take his words seriously and just laughed at him.

Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”

James encourges his wife to take lovers. This is a true story as related to me by one of my readers. He commissioned me to do the story and agreed that I could post it (with his wife's permission). It is the story of how he encouraged his wife of ten years to take lovers. He felt that he was incapable of satisfying her completely and worried that she would find other lovers. I have changed the names and situation to protect their identities, but much of it is true, according to him, and I have no reason to doubt his story. He wanted me to do the story in first person as if he were telling it.

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

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?"