My Husband's Harem Is A Bit Too Much Novels & Stories

Did they really want me to stay here with them? Wouldn’t I be in the way? My parents were discreet when cavorting around in the bedroom, but speaking from experience, harem sex was anything but. I would hear things. Awful things. Grunts, groans, and the creaking of bedsprings. Gruesome images would etch into my brain and remain there forever. If the senior Mr. Bennetts were anything like their sons, that’s exactly what I would hear.

He would fuck her hard and make me lick up the cum. I shivered at the possibility as I climbed into the car. My husband slammed down the trunk with our luggage. Our son, two daughters, and our two sex slaves would be just fine without us. My husband climbed into the car and started it up with a press of the button. The engine growled as the garage door rose. He smiled at me as we headed out alone for our romantic rendezvous. * * * Mom is so eager to film her new reality, "Does a Slut Live Here?"

Clutching the railing, I began to tremble with anger. My parents had spent a huge chunk of their life savings to purchase this small villa for me as my marital home. This was my home, so why wasn't I allowed to enter the basement? Not just that, but as my husband, how dare he spit such venomous words at me? I took a deep breath to get my fury under control. "Zane, how could you speak to me like this?" Zane Kors kept a death grip on my pajamas. "Honey, let's go upstairs first. I'll explain everything once we get back to the bedroom."

This is my dream. I approached my husband, who was ducking playing games on his phone. I smell Gerald's hair. I hugged him. This morning he was so fragrant. I wanted to kiss him, but he ruined all my looks. And Gerald won't stop making us late for school or his clothes crumpled because my husband is a sex maniac. He couldn't help but lust. "Rara cooks eggs."

Still, mindful of Zachary’s position, Simon managed to force a strained smile. “Naturally, the affairs between husband and wife are not for me to interfere in. However, Harriet and I share a long-standing bond. As something of an elder brother of hers, I merely thought to offer her a few words of advice.” Zachary’s expression turned unmistakably dark. “That will not be necessary. You may leave.” With that, he took my wrist and led me back into the courtyard without looking back. His thoughts reached me clearly. “Even after marriage, there are still men coming to my door and eyeing my wife. It is infuriating and irritating. Why isn’t Harriet saying anything? Surely she can tell that I am a li

I was constantly travelling back and forth to the production area in South Columbus. If I was not on a business trip, I was on the way to one. However, as long as we were in the same city, Jason Moore, my husband, would meticulously arrange dates for us, making me feel touched yet guilty. I asked him once if he would blame me for putting my career first. He replied with a smile, "Just go ahead creating history. I have your back." I knew juggling a career and family was not at all easy. I had always felt guilty about it.

He stood up sharply, his gaze piercing. “You don’t need to worry about your mother,” he said firmly. “And I do have the right to forbid you—because I’m your husband.” He sat back down, poured himself a glass of water, and took a slow sip. Those last words—I’m your husband—hit Isabella harder than she expected. Her heart gave a strange, uneasy flutter. ‘But… isn’t this marriage only temporary?’ she thought bitterly. Then why did those words sound so real? “But, Max… aren’t we—”

I'd stupidly thought that this was a secret account he'd created for our baby, thinking that he didn't know how to express it to me extrinsically. But now, I knew that I had been a fool all along. I swiftly contacted a moving company. When we got married, I single-handedly replaced all the old, rotting furniture in our run-down apartment. Levi's friends had teased him in the past when they learned about it. "Say, Lev! I didn't know that you married a rich country girl! Your wife must be loaded!" "Make sure she's not pretending to be rich! Otherwise, you're going to be saddled with debt when the bills arrive!"

I bit my inner cheek at my husband's rude question and watched as Derek's face fell slightly but he masked it with a chuckle. "Your husband is an arrogant jerk, Meera. It would have been wonderful if you got married to me" Derek muttered last sentence under his breath, but I heard it. I looked at Abram and his jaw ticked, he also heard it. "You should leave" He said to Derek, I could see him controling his anger. "Sorry, I didn't mean it that way. Don't worry I am sweet and is going to marry a sweet girl myself. Here is my wedding card you both are invited".

Instead, I heard soft, intimate sounds coming from the master bedroom. Even right under his wife's nose, they were chasing their thrill to the very end.