My Virgin Husband Novels & Stories

“I’m yours, Jimmy. Always.” He thrust up into me, slow at first, then harder. His eyes never left mine. “Tell me you love me more than him.” “I love you more than anyone,” I gasped, riding him. My breasts bounced with each movement. The dried cum from Mark mixed with my fresh wetness. It felt dirty and perfect. “This is our game. Our secret. We can stop anytime if it hurts too much.” But even as I said it, I knew I didn’t want to stop. Last night opened a door I couldn’t close. The freedom, the thrill of another man’s touch while my husband watched—it changed something in me. I felt powerful. Desired. Beautiful in a new way.

"You filthy liar! How dare you deceive me?" Peyton froze, clearly shocked that I had uncovered everything. Tears streamed down her face as she dropped to her knees. "Honey! I… I was wrong. I only came up with this plan because I love you so much. If I hadn't gotten pregnant, how would you ever have agreed to divorce and marry me? You said so yourself that you couldn't stand Shiloh or that brat. I just wanted to stay by your side… Honey, I really messed up!"

I bet it’ll be fun,” Maxine said. “No, never. I can’t,” I said with a strong tone. “Yes, I’m open minded person and I’m not against into premarital sex yet it doesn’t mean I’m into it. I still want be pure to my future spouse,” I added. “That’s why you’re the only virgin in this room,” Maxine said. “As if I am, aren’t you? I rebutted her. “What do you think the reason why I was dumped in the convent— you idiot,”

His lips moved down my neck, finding that spot that made me tremble. His hand moved slowly up my thigh beneath my skirt. I whispered his name, clutching his shirt. He shifted beneath me, letting me feel just how much he wanted me. We kissed like the screen didn’t exist. And when the credits rolled, he whispered, "Part two back at the villa." I chuckled as my boy was already on heat and was a bit embarrassed as how my body betrayed me but it's all good.. He's my husband anyways. --- That night, we lit candles around the tub and sank into the warm water together. My back pressed to his chest, his arms around me.

His hips thrust forward, his cock riding right along my aching, swollen clit. This feels insanely good. But then the thought hits me like the lightning above. He’s my father in law. I’m…I’m Ryker’s legal wife. But Ryker is wherever, fucking my best friend while I remain untouched! What sort of wife remains virgin forever? I know, the one her husband refuses to touch. If he’s allowed to do that, who’s to say I can’t have a little fun with his daddy?

I said in between the moans, "Ah… I am a virgin. Your… aha… cock is so big! I am scared it will rip my pussy…" My words brought a smile to his face and he looked into my eyes and said gently, "I know you are a virgin, sweetheart, and I am glad that it would just be me who would get to see you naked and hold you in my arms. I will be gentle on you, trust me…" His words were so magical. He kissed the bridge of my nose and then said, his nose resting against mine, "Don't you trust your husband, honey?" His sultry words made my heart flutter and he won my trust. I slowly parted my legs away and my breath hitched in my throat when I felt his hard cock already searching for the hole to play with.

CENRIC What the actual fuck? My wife is still a virgin? I didn’t know if I should celebrate or be terrified. I had never fucked a virgin before, and I didn’t have a plan to, but this time was different. This was my wife we were talking about. I felt my chest expand a little, and I thought it was me being proud of her.

she whispered, her voice barely audible. Ethan blinked, like he truly didn’t understand the problem. “Why not?” he said simply. “You’re my wife. I’m your husband.” Before she could look away again, Ethan gently lifted her chin with his fingers, guiding her gaze back to him. His touch was warm. “I see you’re confused,” he murmured. “Don’t worry.” He leaned just a little closer, his breath grazing her lips. “I’m also a virgin.” Maya’s breath hitched.

The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom. Charlene breathed slowly, she glanced at the woman beside her. She took a sip of champagne and smiled at Charlene. “You're beautiful–” Charlene didn't pivot her head to look at the woman beside her, she thought she couldn't be talking to her. She was still looking around when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. “You come with your husband?” Puzzlingly, she parted her lips. “Um, no. I came with my dad.” She answered nervously.

Sex? This couldn’t be real. We’d been married for years, yet he had never once touched me. Never glanced at me like a man should look at his wife. He kept me in a separate part of the house like I was a stranger… a burden. And now that I wanted a divorce—now—he was doing this? What kind of sick game was he playing? I had been a virgin the day I married him. And I still was. Who stays a virgin after getting married?