Obsessed With My Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“But she’s hoping something real will come out of it.” “For that to happen, both of them need to be invested. Her husband is clearly in love with you. Whether or not you stop hooking up with him won’t change the fact.” My cheeks grew warm. “He’s not in love with me. He’s just…” “Obsessed with you?” She finished for me. “Obsessed with controlling things.” Clara shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “Same difference.” I threw my head back, letting out a low groan. How did I end up in such a complicated situation? Who did I offend in my past life?

“Every night you’ll take me like this. You’ll cry. You’ll beg. You’ll come. And you’ll wear my ring while I fuck you.” She moaned softly, hips rocking against his hand. “Yes… husband…” Life continued. Not as lovers. As husband and wife, bound by obsession, power, and the raw, and filthy need that never stopped burning between them.

In fact, the husband has more right to attention. Although, she also noticed me. However, it remains divided. I want, her special attention to me. Moreover, all day in bed. And make love all day. It is heaven on earth. I'm always fantasizing, having sex all day in bed, or all day being nudists, naked in the house, while on the move, when lust comes, we can make love anywhere, all over the room. My wife's body, too good to ignore. She's always got me hooked and like an acute maniac. How, I'm not addicted. Hers, getting narrower by the day. Tightening mine, so tight.

It’s just a small wedding and the only people that will be there is my parents and Tristian family. I want to see him before the wedding and I also miss him so badly. I have never miss anyone in my life. He’s the first and that makes the obsession I have towards him deadly. I know that obsessions are not healthy, but with Tristian, it’s more than that. What I feel for him is more than unhealthy.

“Oh, not this again. I’ve told you a hundred times, Julie, there’s nothing to worry about. You always bring her up, like you’re obsessed or something.” “Obsessed?” I want to throw my coffee cup at something, and it definitely isn’t the wall. “You have a life most women would kill for,” he continues. “A great job, a husband who comes home every night. Do you know how many women throw themselves at me? And yet, I come home to you. I pay your family’s bills. I’ve set up trust funds for your nieces and nephews. But it’s never enough, is it? You’re always whining about the same thing—Emily this, Emily that. It’s exhausting.”

Summary: My Wife Turns My Friends Into Her Personal Army Of Cocks, And I’m Forced To Watch It All Unfold ••• I have a confession. My friends are obsessed with my wife. Scratch that. They badly want to fúck my wife. We golf a couple of times a month, and every time we are together, the conversation circles back to Vivienne. I cannot lie. It turns me on as much as it makes me furious.

The same man forbade me from ever coming to his office and just the sight of my face irritates him to the core. A sound of displeasure left my lips as I pondered over what took place earlier this morning in Lucas' office. My own husband was caught red handed making out with a human and he showed no sign of remorse to it. Anxiety filled up my senses and nausea set in. What usually went on between him and his mistresses? Mistresses wow. A pained smile carved on my lips. I was sharing my husband with multiple women. No form of decency or respect for me as his wife whatsoever.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

“I wouldn’t change any of it. Even the painful parts brought me to you.” He turned me to face him, his dark eyes full of love and desire. “Mrs. Rivera,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to squeeze my ass. “I think it’s time I put another baby in you.” I laughed softly and kissed him. “Maybe after a few months of sleep.” He grinned dangerously. “I can wait. But not too long.” Life was now good. Everything was perfect. I had my husband, my daughter, my career, and a peace I once thought was impossible.

In the past, I would never have believed that there would come a day when Snow would actually try to stop me. She even sounded a little panicked. In this relationship, Snow and Richard were always the ones in control. The moment I showed the slightest dissatisfaction, I became the “ungrateful husband” who could not understand her. No matter how much love I had for her, it was worn down day after day. Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man.