My Virgin Husband Novels & Stories

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?

Then he said something. “Can you tell me about your husband? Who is he?” he inquired. “Archer Zion.” He raised his eyes and winked. “It is your responsibility to come to this hotel and sleep with me starting today. I want to bang that little cunt every day. “ “What! I am a married woman.” “You should have given it some thinking before you asked me to take your virginity.” “I’m sorry, but I’m not up to it!” “Then I’ll inform Mr. Zion Archer that I had an affair with you.”

Christiana's POV; I lay in bed beside Raymond, with my gaze on the ceiling. Hugging the blanket covering my nudes, mindlessly. I just lost my virginity to my husband. It was exciting and is unbelievable. I lay still and a bit sore. My mind on nothing in particular. I don't know how I'm meant to behave around Raymond now. Has this made us closer? Does this mean he loves me? Does this mean I love him, or just lack self-control? Do we keep acting as normal friends? Or has this opened the door to every other form of intimacy normal for a husband and wife between us?

I heard Alex murmuring away, laughing, "Your wife is so cute." # . . CONTINUE Thanks to the loyal readers of my husband is gay. Your comments and ratings mean a lot to me. A little bit of information about this novel, I've actually written it on one of the Orange W. platforms and to introduce it to the outside world, I changed it to English. I hope this novel is also of interest there. Thank you again and don't forget to be happy

Seeing how lightly Rachel still treated everything, Grandma Marilyn grew even angrier, her voice turning ice-cold. "There's no need for you to release him! I already rescued Michael myself. He's free now, and I've already had someone escort him to his ex-girlfriend. In a few days, he may very well become someone else's husband." Hearing that, Rachel staggered backward several steps, unable to believe what she had heard. "Grandma! How could you push your own grandson-in-law away? He's my husband!" Grandma Marilyn narrowed her eyes sharply. "And you still have the nerve to call him your husband? I've never seen a wife like you before! You've utterly disgraced our family!"

He hadn't taken off his coat, and his broad shoulders seemed to fill the entire limousine’s custom cabin. He wasn't looking at her. Instead, his piercing gray eyes were fixed on the tinted glass window, watching the city lights blur into streaks of silver and neon as the vehicle sped away from the hotel. He looked completely unbothered by the fact that he had just hijacked his son’s engagement gala, upended the stock market, and married a woman half his age on a whim. I am married to him, Evelyn thought, her mind struggling to grasp the sheer weight of her gambit. I am no longer Evelyn King, the tragic pawn. I am Evelyn Vance.

Fifteen years ago I’d begged my father to let her come live and study in the vampire world with me, which was the only reason the family hadn’t given up on her entirely. And now I was the one the family had cast aside. No noble title to lean on, no family standing behind me. Even when my husband neglected me, there was nothing I could do but tread carefully and try to please him, even stoop to eavesdropping. And in all of this, the one Adrian called hard done by was Sophia. Enduring the dull ache in my belly, I found the whole thing utterly absurd. I thought back to years ago, when Adrian and I were still in love.

Whoever was speaking seemed to be close to my husband. “The marriage has been consummated. I don’t need to spend the night with her. I had a decent time.” His voice was completely void of emotion—filled with his usual cold indifference. “She's your wife, man.” “I am not denying that. I'm married now, just like my grandmother wanted, and I got a willing virgin in my bed.” That was all this was to him? A sick game? “Be reasonable for once, Aiden. When are you going to put an end to this ridiculous habit of yours?”

He said in between laughs "There are no fucking virgins Max. That shit is old." "I'm telling you that she could be a virgin." Andre shook his head "Not a chance Max!" "How about I have a taste to confirm?" Max insisted and Andre's face flares up in anger. "Cool down big guy. You don't do nuns and you hate virgins so how about I take that problem off your hands." Max offered with a wide grin on his face. "No!" Andre replied sharply. "Come on dude. Don't go all greedy on me now. You don't even want the bitch."