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

"I checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."

He couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt for indulging in this forbidden pleasure, especially when it was prompted by a frustrating evening with his wife, Emily. As the neon lights cast a mesmerizing glow on the surrounding walls, Liam listened absentmindedly to Michel's voice detailing his latest escapades with his own spouse. The conversation seemed to follow a familiar pattern, one in which Liam found himself venting about the monotony and challenges of his marriage. Each time, he hoped for some magical solution, a way to reignite the passion that had long since faded.

“I’m itching over here, mister. Could you very kindly give it a little rub? Oh yeah, just a little lower…A little lower…A liiiiiittle bit more…” “What a shameless hoe you are! You’ve got him rubbing at the edge of your purse! Urgh…” It would always be fun to have a harem as playmates, even if Javier did not go all the way to the last base. He had no problem playing with hookers and getting them to climax, but he did not like putting himself into women who had been shared with someone else for money. He phoned in a performance, left the massage parlor, and went straight back to his residence. Then, for three days straight, he stayed at home, his mind laser-focused on destroying Phineas Maple.

He chuckled, knowing the reason his uncle had this room designed this way. “Because it is for a few people, not just one or two.” He said. “Why would you need more than two?” She asked and then realized what she had asked. “Well, you see, some men like to think that they can actually satisfy more than one woman at a time.” Nathan chuckled. “However, they normally leave only themselves satisfied.” “You aren’t like that, are you?” She asked. “No, sweetheart.” He said as he ran his finger down her face, “I do believe that being able to satisfy one woman is more important than having a harem. As long as both parties are happy in the situation.”

Cass closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. Divers really couldn’t keep a secret. Now the whole world would probably know he was getting married. “How are you, Dad?” Cass replied casually. “What are you doing, son?” James lowered his voice slightly, thrown off by Cass’s calm tone. “What do you mean, Dad?” “Cass, Divers told me…” “Of course, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” Cass grumbled again about Divers’s behavior, clearly annoyed. “Grey is here too!” Cass slapped his forehead.

"Especially his wife." "He has a wife?" Myla said in shock. Hayden gripped the back of Jared’s chair so hard his knuckles turned white. "He believed his wife was being 'tainted' because she was in the military? Because she worked around men?" "It’s a classic restrictive authority complex," Jared said, leaning back. "He couldn't control the environment, so he saw every man as a threat to his 'purity' over her. He wasn't just aggressive; he was obsessive. He treated his wife like a holy relic that everyone was trying to touch."

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

“And sometimes, I… Blyat’. I catch myself sounding like him. Making the same decisions as him.” Mak shrugs a shoulder. “There you go. You catch yourself. And you stop yourself. Yeah, you’re brutal sometimes, but anyone can see you’re nothing like the bastard.” “And what happens when I get married? If I get married?” Sofi scoffs. “Do you have a harem of women we don’t know about?” I squint at her. “Fuck, no.” “Do you plan on entertaining women in and out of a revolving door?” “Absolutely not.”

[Man Produces Wedding Photo, Internet Discovers Bride Is Wearing A Motorcycle Helmet. I rubbed my forehead. The comments section had already descended into complete chaos. “WHAT IS GOING ON?” “Wasn’t Aiden Harrison her husband?” “Forget husband. At this point, Annalise apparently has enough spouses to start her own village.” “Current count: twenty-three husbands, six mothers-in-law, three fathers-in-law, four brothers-in-law, and one grandmother demanding visitation rights.” “I’m crying.” “No seriously. Which one is real?” “Every minute someone new appears.”