My Random Husband Is My Ex Worst Nightmare Novels & Stories

My husband I'm sorry, yes, I have betrayed you in a wet dream. Sweat soaked all over my body. Oh my God, I hope my relationship is delicate. What are my strange dreams? I could not possibly report this to my husband, and he might go berserk and nightstand with wild women there. I don't want my husband's body to be touched by other people. Hah! crazy dream. How can this dirty dream enter into my sleeping flower?

“This is not the first time you will ditch me. Last night you did the same thing. I managed yesterday and in the future, I will too.” And that was the last time I saw my husband. After that, he becomes a dream, more like a waking nightmare for me.

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.

The worst situation she feared came true after all. Her husband....was comatose. She married not only a crippled but a comatose husband. *****

42 One Year Later I miss sleeping like a normal human being. This man who I accepted as my husband last week woke me up today by shagging himself in me while I was in a deep slumber after our long sex night session, but alas, four rounds weren’t enough for him, he was a man with an exceptional sexual appetite in comparison with me. I sometimes wondered if calling him the real-life man of steel wouldn’t be wrong as his endless stamina cost me my sleep and strength, to endure his lengthy manhood wasn’t an easy part either.

“I never did.” “But, I do.” He paused for two seconds to see if Luciana had something to say but she didn't interrupt, then he continued. “A lot, mum. Your opinion isn't important in my marriage. She is my wife so whatever issues you're having with Kathleen it's for you to deal with, it's none of my flaming business. I'm sorry, but Henrietta is my ex wife and Charlene is my wife!” She was stunned by his outburst, he leaped up abruptly. “What the hell are you saying, Richard? This is about Miguel.”

For a moment, it distracts me as I think of how great his cock would feel in my mouth. I shake the thought out of my mind, completely shocked at the image playing in my head. Fuck, it was so out of character for me. “Ava?” I turn to face my husband, forcing myself to focus on the issue at hand. “We need to talk.”

"You're my wife! Damn it, we're already married. We have kids; their names are Stacey, our eldest, Stella, our second, and Smael, our third born. Argh, I don't know. I don't know what to call that. Maybe it was just a dream, but it feels real. I even saw you burried—" That man. Everything was a dream to him, but I want him to punch him because why even did I die immediately in his stranglehold? He's annoying! But deep inside of me, it's like I'm being tickled. It was a miracle that he dreamed of me. When he woke up, I was really like his wife. When I walked out to him because of the irritation, I heard him screaming. I quickly went out and caught him sleeping again. When he woke up, he told

Stacy whispered slowly. "I can't even provide my son the best life, I can get him what his mates are possessing. I can't even take him out for fun, I have no money, I'm so awful," she shook her head as her eyes filled with tears. "I'm a bad Mother," she finally whispered the last words as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "You're not, Sugar" Roland stretched his hand and held hers which was on the table, gently caressing it. "If someone is to be blamed for this, then it should be your ex-husband who made everything turn out this way. You're a good mother, Sugar and Caden is so lucky to have you," Roland smiled.

The only man I care about is kissing the breath out of me and squeezing me so tight that he might crack a rib. When he finally pulls away, we lock eyes. “You have to stop scaring me woman.” “I can’t guarantee that since chaos seems to follow me wherever I go. I’m like a crazy magnet or something.” I say with a weak laugh. “If I could I would have the most boring life ever, but here I am with a super famous husband and all the trouble that comes with it.” He sighs and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m so sorry Blue. All of this is because of me.”