My Husband Is Womanizer Novels & Stories

"I want you. Don't deny me this. Make me feel like a woman again." "And what about your husband?" I swallowed hard and managed a feeble answer. I didn't want to disrespect her. Her face clouded with uneasiness and she took a sip of her drink. "What about him? Do you think I was lying to you when I told you I have a deadbeat as a husband?" I could tell she was getting annoyed from her tone and her brows that pulled into an annoyed frown. "He's nothing more than his sperm donor. Do you know how many girls that idiot has cheated on me with? Apparently, he has a fetish for younger girls. You know how insulting that made me feel."

I said uninterested “You are not just sex to me and I care about you, that might be hard for you to believe but I do” he said “Fine, you wanna know, here it is, my husband is having an affair, he prefers the company of his mistress to mine, he wouldn't do so much as to touch me but he gets all touchy with his mistress without stress, he keeps giving me one excuse or the other why he can’t perform and pushes me away every time I tried to get close, there you have it” I said

“Who do you think I am? I’m not some tramp who sleeps with the first man that shows up!” “Sure,” he shot back sarcastically. “Because that guy’s definitely with you for the deep emotional connection, right? But like I said, it’s not my business. Do whatever you want with your life, and I’ll do the same with mine. Just like you go out with other men, I can go out with other women.” Jimena glared at him, fury burning in her chest. “Oh, I’m more than sure of that. If you did it while we were married, what’s stopping you now that you’re single?” she spat, her words dripping with resentment and accusation.

“I would answer your question. My wife did seduce or manipulate me, so I would love it if you all stop the false accusations against her. And what I do in my marriage and life is none of your business. I have allowed his nonsense to push on for far too long. I will love my primary with my son and wife. If I see such bad news or accusations thrown on my family, believe me when I say I will ruin whoever published that news. Have a nice night” He said and continued walking. The questions stopped but the taking of pictures didn't. His words shook all of them. When we walked further and we were about to enter the main banquet, I stopped him. “Thank you” “You can thank me properly tonight,” she te

“Ewwww, asides being an arrogant dickhead he’s also a controlling womanizer “ I said I could hear her begging and screaming for him to make her his as I hurriedly went back into my room. I was hungry but eating was the last thing on my mind. What type of a man did my father marry me off to? Does he know his boss was a womanizer ? He should atleast think of the fact that I was his wife and do his dirty affairs outside these walls I said turning to my side.

He’s a lost cause At some point, Bella actually thought the man was gay or at least questioning his sexuality in different ways but he was none of those then why has he refused to make love to his own wife even after their wedding. Their wedding night was supposed to be the perfect night for them to have the sheets around them, enjoying the warmth of each other but that night, her husband left her to sleep in another room. During their honeymoon, the man was preoccupied with work or purposely ignored Bella, so she cried herself to sleep that night.

My parents wanted me to marry into wealth and their dream has become reality. Here I am, sitting on the bed with my pussy aching because my “too busy husband” was working his ass out for money. I had forgotten to buy a new vibrator since my husband destroyed the last one, saying I was always horny. He doesn't want to fuck this dripping pussy but he also doesn't want me to cheat. Jim was nothing more than a husband who came home tired, ate dinner, watched the news, went to bed and treated me with the distant warmth of someone who had remembered to water a plant they felt responsible for.

The imagination of his hard dick inside of me again, making me moan. “ Continue babe, you wanted to say something about your ex-wives. What really happened?” This whole thing about my own husband having a number of ex-wives is just fucking scary. Like how can I marry a man before knowing he’s been married multiple times? Is it really worth my attention? I’ve successfully turned him on. He should speak soon. “ I actually killed one of them. She… she…” he said halfway, he had falling on my chest, his eyes dropping waters. My pussy tripping.

“You’re not worth 10 million. In fact, I could never afford what you’re worth. So please let’s forget about last night happened.” “I don’t want to.” Gosh! This was beginning to frustrate me. “What then do you want?” “I want you to finish what you started.” I blinked.”In what sense?” “Spend a night with me.” Had he gone mad? “I am your cousin’s wife.”I reminded. “I don’t think he actually regards you as his wife, if he did, you wouldn’t have gone to the bar last night.” I argued.”I…we…” “He’s expecting a child from another woman.”

"What do you want to feel?" "Anything. Everything. I don't know." I stand, suddenly restless. Walk to the windows. The city spreads below us, millions of lights, millions of lives happening simultaneously. "My husband told me this morning he wants an open marriage. After I found out he's been cheating on me for months. Years, probably. He has a burner phone with women's names rated like restaurants. Three stars. Five stars. Like we're all just entries in his collection." I'm talking too much. Oversharing. This man doesn't care about my marriage problems. He's paid to perform a service, not be my therapist.