My Virgin Husband Novels & Stories

I wasn’t going to talk intimately like this with someone I just met today. “I’m your husband. Don’t you think I deserve to know this?”, he said calmly as I looked up at him. He seemed so worked up with my manner of speech. I wasn’t someone with great conservation skills and had a bit of being introvert. “Yes”, I said in just one word. “Yes what?”, he asked playing with my words purposely. “I.am.a.virgin.” I said holding a tendril of my hair shyly. He looked somewhat surprised as I stood up to go asleep for the night but he held me back and rolled me into his arms that my chest almost brushed with his chest.

But I like his touch. "Your husband." He spoke, softly. I felt my heart rate coming down hearing this. There was nothing to be scared of. I told myself. Though it also seemed stupid. I don't know him and he's calling himself my husband. "Remove my blindfold." I told him. His finger pressed harder on my skin. He didn't like this. My heart picked the race. "Is it true that you are a virgin?" He asked. Straight to the point! Alright.

Especially since everybody had backlashed her after her extravagant dressing at my wedding. What was Sophie doing in my husband's room, in bed with my husband? Fucking my husband. My mind flashed back to when we had been newly married. Rob had told me he was a virgin and wasn't exactly good in the act. We didn't have sex until a week after our wedding, and it was because he said he was a virgin and needed to brush up his skills. I had heard moans and sounds from his bedroom, but I concluded that it was from the Pornographic series he'd been watching.

And I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Her excitement was making me equally excited. If my husband thought suggesting an open marriage was a good idea, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

From his voice, Claire could tell that Michael was in shock. "Are you kidding me??" Claire shook her head, “We agreed. Did you forget? I want to wait until I get married, and you agree.” Claire rose from a lying position. She moved away from Michael who seemed to have risen from a lying position as well. "Wait," he muttered softly, "are you a virgin?"

If the views hit 100 thousand, I'd cut another 14 grand. The realtor's eyes lit up, and they started a video on the spot. "This is the love nest a cheating husband and his mistress built. The wife is willing to take a massive loss and dump it cheaply!" The video went viral immediately. When Nate saw it, he called me and yelled into the phone. "Wendy, do you really have to do this?!" I laughed. "What's wrong? Wasn't I right? Trash deserves to be called out!"

Her breathing became uneven. Everything that had seemed impossible three days ago was now becoming reality. The secret house. Sophia. Lily. The photographs. The missing memories. The anonymous warnings. And now someone claiming that the man she had called her husband for seven years wasn't her husband at all. A sharp pain pulsed behind her eyes. She squeezed them shut. Fragments of memories flickered through her mind. Rain. Screaming tires. A man's voice shouting her name. Not Daniel's voice.

And no regrets from themselves after doing so. Reya smiled when remembering the image of her sighing due to their fusion made her blush, her husband treated her like a queen, especially since last night was the first night for her who was not now already longer a virgin. There is a feeling of pride when she manages to give up her virginity to her husband, even they both seem not to remember the problems with their married life. "Good morning, my wife!" Reya immediately looked to the right when she heard the sexy voice that came out of her husband's voice when he woke up. "Do you sleep well?" Luis asked as he tried to open his eyes which felt very heavy.

“Your wife? That’s ridiculous. I’m eighteen years old! Why would I marry someone like you?” His smirk deepened, and he leaned in, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “Because you begged me to.” I froze, my heart pounding. “I don’t believe you,” I said, shaking my head. “Suit yourself,” he said, leaning back casually. “But for the record, you’ve begged me for other things too.” Heat flushed my face as his words sank in. “You’re lying,” I said, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. “I’m a virgin!”

If his penis hadn't raised its head to remind him, Roger would not have regained consciousness. Roger is famous as the rich billionaire of AL. He has made love to many women, but no one can make Roger feel as nostalgic as Aretha. Aretha was the first woman to make love to Roger and make him miss the feeling for three years. During those three short years, Roger made love to countless women, but none could give him as much satisfaction as Aretha. And now, Aretha once again appeared in front of Roger. He swore he wouldn't let Aretha run away again.