My Husbands Secretary Thought I Was His Mistress Novels & Stories

He'd definitely been surprised by that conversation. Every husband had thought about having sex with other women, no matter what they proclaimed to their wives. Whether or not he acted on those urges was what made him a faithful husband. He was completely happy with his marriage, and would never cheat on his wife. That didn't mean he wasn't sexually attracted to other women. His new secretary was incredibly sexy, and not just because she looked so much like his wife. He found Marie sexy as well, but he'd never seriously considered having sex with her. The thought of Marie kneeling between his legs caused him to swell a little bit in his shorts. He shook the thoughts from his head.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze to the entrance. ​There she was. Adrienne. His wife. ​She sashayed toward him in a short, body-hugging red dress that accentuated every curve. Heads turned, eyes followed, yet her sultry confidence was aimed solely at him. ​And then—the thought struck him, absurd and unwanted. ​Why do I feel like I'm cheating on my fake wife… with my secretary? The notion was insane and ridiculous. But the more he tried to push it away, the more it lodged inside him like a thorn.

“I asked Corbin to go meet his secretary. She was easy enough to read—greedy, careless, and flattered by attention. I thought she might have some dirt on him, but I didn't know she would sell herself for the money. She told us exactly where they’d been. Gave us the pictures herself, like a trophy she was proud of.” His tone was casual as he explained the whole thing, but I caught the flicker in his eyes, the faint satisfaction of having hunted something down and winning. Also, I could see that he wasn't done yet, but I couldn't hear about her anymore. It felt weird hearing about my husband's affairs with someone I've known for years. With Lauren, there was that distance between us, but his s

My husband always had a thing for his secretaries. Some men liked older women, some men had no control of who they slept with, some liked them short, some tall, but my husband... my husband liked his secretaries. And he changed them like ragdolls whenever he was done with them. With the first two women, I thought his affairs were mistakes... Just an urge he had those two moments. But the third time, I found out it was a pattern. "You should be grateful I only cheat with my secretaries." That was what he'd said to me when I caught him in his office.

My blood ran cold as my heart froze to ice. Watching them walk side by side towards the elevator, I couldn’t stop my feet from following. Taking the next lift up, I pretended to check my phone as I walked out into the reception area, my eyes hidden behind oversized sunglasses. “Well look at that,” one of the receptionists gossiped under her breath as the two women watched my husband enter the main office, his hand on the small of the blonde woman’s back. “That new secretary, Mavis, sure moves fast, doesn’t she?”

I learnt to live with that, and I would’ve done that, if he wasn’t having sex with his own secretary in a rather important room. “Oh, Shan, your pussy feels so good. You love Master’s cock buried deep inside your wet little cunt?” Muffled cries escaped my lips as my husband pounded his secretary with so much fervor I never thought he had. Just when would they notice me?! I watched Aaron moan recklessly in a room that smelled of citrus and sex as he groaned with an animalistic tone that told me he’d reached climax. “Aaron.” I was a shattered, broken mess and my voice was worse, hoarse and whispery.

She closed her eyes and let out a tiny laugh, completely devoid of humor. “This has to be a joke.” Abbott remained silent, allowing her the space to react without attempting to reassure her with words that would have sounded meaningless. “Today I found out my husband's mistress is pregnant,” Isabella continued, because once she started talking, the words seemed to spill out before she could stop them. “Then my husband hit me, did this to me, and now you're telling me I'm pregnant, too.” Hearing herself say it aloud made the entire night seem even more absurd. Theresa was pregnant, she was pregnant, and Harvey Sterling was somehow caught in the middle of both situations without having the sli

I am practically melting against his chest, responding to my own husband in a filthy subterranean club. He pulls back just enough to look at my face. His pupils are blown wide, completely swallowing the ice-blue of his irises. He drops his gaze to my mouth, his chest heaving heavily against mine. He's not supposed to kiss the stripper. He is supposed to go home and kiss his wife. But the heavy, feral hunger burning in his eyes completely shatters my resolve. The walls separating Blue and Serena crumble into dust. I don't think about the rules. I don't think about the empire, the cameras, or the danger.

But all this time, my husband had been hitting it with his secretary. And what I'm about to say may blow your mind even further—my husband wasn't just fucking his secretary. He was fucking his secretary, who was a man. Crazy, right? Yes, I know. The supposed "love of my life" was gay. But you know what? Fuck that bastard. I was here to get myself fucked by the hottest man I could find at this party. I was on my eighth shot, downing burning alcohol down my throat, repeatedly adjusting my boobs so my cleavage could pop in this bandage dress while my eyes searched for the perfect candidate.

1 The charity gala ended early, and all I wanted was to surprise Ethan before he plunged back into his work. Holding the spare key in my trembling hand, I unlocked the bedroom door quietly, expecting to find him hunched over his laptop. Instead, the scene before me shattered my entire world. My husband was on our bed with another woman. Shock pinned me to the doorway. Neither of them noticed me until the woman opened her eyes. Sienna. His secretary—the woman who bore a striking resemblance to his first love. The same woman he had repeatedly accused me of being paranoid about.