Romans & histoires My Husband's Harem Is A Bit Too Much

That really was why his wife left him. And why wouldn't she? He wasn't interested in a steady partner. Instead, he wanted a harem of naive girls just like me, adoring and fawning all over him. What the hell was I thinking all this time? All of this was so wrong and now I was being punished for my overly excited libido. I'm such an idiot.

"No... We never had sex after we got married, so I didn’t see the point in it." "Shit!" He scratched his head, nervous. "Not again." "What do we do?" "I don’t know, Jimena, but I can’t handle another kid. If you get pregnant, I’ll throw myself off a bridge!" he said, his eyes full of horror and a huge knot in his chest.

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

ADESSA. “Let go of your harem.” I told him. I had no right to order him but I could only imagine how Dorothea feel. “As long as the royal wife agrees…” “Do you think she agreed because she was okay with it? Or because she’s afraid to say no to you?” “I didn’t threaten her. I asked nicely if she’d be okay if I had some…” “She’s not okay with it.” “Did she tell you?” “No. She never even said you have a harem. I just concluded because Father had. But no wife would want a harem for their husband.”

“She was… a friend.” He leans back, slow and tense, like he’s trying to find space to think. The silence between us grows heavier, uncomfortable. For a moment, I think about asking if he wants to step out and get some air, but I don’t. I just sit there quietly, watching him, waiting. “Her husband was abusive,” he continues. “Emotionally. Physically.” He swallows hard. “Se-sexually.” My chest tightens. Holy shit. I want to reach for him, to say something, anything but when he glances up, the look in his eyes roots me in place. It’s raw and haunted.

"Sorry for disturbing." The two of them had just reached the entrance when I stood up and raised my voice. "Since all the leaders of the fashion media industry are here tonight, I'd like to say something. "Simon Jensen and I are legally married. And while our marriage was still in effect, he cheated on me with Angela Stewart."

, he agrees, "But I'm talking boudoir, not pinot-noir" I groan at the pun, and he cackles. "I always viewed harems as a waste", I muse. "It must be pretty dull, sitting around looking pretty and hoping that master notices." "Truth be told, I agree" he says. "I can't focus on more than one woman at a time." "Your Lake-District girl." He's quiet for a while. "Truthfully, no." "Oh?" I ask, intrigued. "Yes." he says, and uncharacteristically doesn't explain any further. To be honest, I'm glad; I don't want to know about the competition, such as it is.

"Excuse me for interrupting. I'm the husband." "Oh wow, I had no idea you were coming,” Noa gushes, shaking his hand while looking at me with a raised brow. She is likely wondering why my ‘husband’ is a Summoner with his painfully obvious marking that rains down from his forehead and onto his temples, into his eyebrows and partly down his nose. I had told her he had come from the Jade Province... "My lovely wife knows this isn't usually my scene, but I thought I better be a good husband,” Marek comments, the lie coming to him with ease.

The sex god before me, still naked as the day he was born, stood proudly with his hard dick glistening from our joined juices still on it, streaked in blood. Fucking hell, did he make me bleed last night? I definitely needed to see a doctor, didn't I? *For fuck's sake, is your dick ever not hard and why is it so damn gorgeous? It's massive and intimidating and shouldn't bloody turn me on, but here we are Derek," I yelled at him as he came towards me, forging on despite my trembling legs. "It's all yours. Just yours. I know quality when I see it. Monogamy will be a guarantee for the duration of our marriage," my husband confidently let me know, not missing a beat.

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."