My Husband Is Womanizer Novels & Stories

It was weird seeing them with their husbands and boyfriends and as I was introduced I was amused at some of the things that went through my mind. "I know how big your cock is." "I know something you don't know. I know your wife was on somebody else's back seat on Tuesday." I was surprised to see Anna there alone. Although I'd never heard a word from her about her husband she was wearing wedding rings. When I asked her where he was she gave a short bark of a laugh. "The asshole left me three years ago for a young bimbo he worked with. I keep the rings to remind me that all men are assholes and can't be trusted. Look at you. Your hubby is in New York fucking his secretary; the guys that the gi

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag

Inside the elevator, we ran into one of Chloe's neighbors. "Chloe, all by yourself today?" the woman asked with a teasing smile. "Your husband isn't following you around like a puppy dog for once? The whole building is talking about how much he pampers you." The neighbor's face was full of envy. "We're all so jealous of your lovey-dovey relationship!" My fingertips tightened. "Her husband is usually that clingy?" "More than that," the neighbor said, amused. "He does whatever Chloe says. Makes her breakfast, does the laundry himself. Where can you find a man like that these days?"

When my wife's boy toy, Bradley Bell, posts on social media about wanting to settle down, she loses her cool. She rushes home—a place she hasn't set foot in for months—and pleads, "Alan, Bradley is throwing a total fit about wanting something official. Let's get a fake divorce. Just move out for a few days, okay? "Don't worry. It's just a fake divorce. You're the only man I'll ever consider my husband." Seeing her desperate expression, I agree. What she doesn't know is that I came to her side through a companion system I was bound to. Once we're divorced and living apart, I'll be destined to vanish from this world forever, and she'll never see me again.

I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite. "Hmph, we will never know once you try." "Well just promise not to hit any guys. Remember you already have your husband." "Yeah yeah, girl of course I know. I'll be careful I promise. ಠ_ಠ what kind of woman do you think I am." "Hehe Kidding. Ok then. See you later then" At work, I just finished turning off the sound system and I heard a conversation nearby. "Hey did you hear we are gonna have a drama together?" Yohan's excited voice boomed.

When she realized that her boss was a womanizer she relaxed, so long as she will still collect her own share. Susan was a very busy manager but she still has time for her husband. She still does not understand why her husband is no longer treating her as a wife. For up to two weeks she has not had sex with her husband. She can't really tell what the problem was but she just believes that it was the nature of his job.

While some celebrated the joy, together with the couple, others, on the other hand, did not do well at all, that event. Melissa had come out of her bedroom to get some fresh air. After her husband had spent it, sinking into her ass, and doing everything he wanted, with his body until he was completely satisfied, and asleep in the bedroom, the woman managed to get out of his grip, to get out of that infernal place, although she smiled at the man to please him, during the act, she only felt pain and revulsion towards him, she had regretted having married that subject. Shortly after, colliding with reality, the man was a womanizer, without qualms, he was only interested in someone, his satisfac

"Mrs. Esposito. You are the last person I expected to see here. Shouldn't you be home with your husband?" I shrugged and looked down at my drink with a brief sad smile, "I thought so too. But my husband had other ideas. He's out doing God knows what with God knows who," I shrugged again, "I guess having one woman gets boring after a while, right? Some guys need a variety." Hilton looked surprised, "I'm sorry to hear that. I got the feeling you were the ride-or-die type. You have his back, and he cheats? That doesn't sound very fair, does it?"

"And I promise, you will never have a reason to regret this decision." Damon chuckled darkly. Call him stupid, but he already regretted the marriage, and everything in between, even down to this conversation they were having. Giving the woman hope of a blissful marriage that might never actually exist. Wasn't he just a sore loser? "Well, getting over those sore talks, would you hurry up and come make me a nice little breakfast?" He held her waist, and put his chin on her shoulder. Riya giggled at his behavior. "Of course. It's my duty as your wife to satisfy all your desires." She pledged.