Obsessed With My Husband Novels & Stories

Alice’s POV How about I give you a baby?” I turned my head to look at my husband beside me and tried to cl“imb onto his chest with my hands to caress it. “Alice, how many times have I told you,” he drawled while getting out of the bed, his voice clipped and irritated. “It was my grandfather’s wish that I marry you. Don’t try to tie me down with a child” I sat up, clutching the sheets, trying not to let the sting show on my face. “I didn’t mean it like that,” I murmured, biting my lip to keep the tremor in my voice from escaping. “I wasn’t trying to trap you.”

His gaze was pleading, and my heart broke when I said. "No." I simply refused, and I noticed him waver as if his knees had weakened. "No?" He repeated, questioning, and the hurt in his voice was evident. "No. I'm not going to work out anymore." I stated, determined. He looked at me, seeming confused, as if trying to decipher my expression. "No? But you seemed to enjoy working out so much." He sighed, sadly, and I shrugged, noticing the desperation in his eyes. "Yeah, but I prefer to spend time with my husband and decided to dedicate myself solely to him from now on." I explained, trying to keep my voice steady. Jayden looked surprised, and I noticed he was dazed for a few moments.

The king, my future husband, was proud of me as I had made him more happy with my performance. were married and he took me to the states where we lived together,he was sweet and loving. He had never touched me intimately because of my fear. <<<>>> “Enough with the stories!!” Black yelled as he interrupted Lisa,his eyes burned with rage. “Let her finish!” Jeremy said with anger in his voice as irritation showed on his face. Jeremy knew his father was not a man that the people of the old days could say, not even a good word for him,with Lisa’s story he knew that his father was the villain.

I closed my eyes tightly for a moment. “More what? More orgasms?” Mark’s voice rose slightly, drawing a glance from a neighboring table. He lowered it. “I try, Jenna. I just don’t understand why you need these things. It feels like you’re obsessed.” “I am not…” His fingers returned—not one, but two, pressing against my soaked folds, spreading the juices that had been pooling there since I sat down. “God… oh, fuck,” I moaned. “Jenna, what… are you okay?” my husband asked.

I couldn't wait for someone to bring him up just so I could hear something, anything about him without bringing it up myself. I need help, needed to stop this before my obsession became to much. So I did the only sensible, right thing someone in my situation could do. I turned to my husband, the man who I'm supposed to love with my entire heart and tried seducing him at every turn. Giving Alex all of my attention wasn't difficult, I still loved him more than life itself. I just needed to get this dream out of my head, and the best way to distract myself from these thoughts parading around in my mind?

“Well, you have made your choice and now I am left with nothing else. I thought you would at least feel a bit sad for what your husband did but you are clearly like him. Don’t blame me for what happens next” “You know I really worry about you, Bryer and I am being very sincere about it. Because how can you be this obsessed with someone who doesn’t want you. I am a woman and this is really embarrassing, you know that don’t you? At this point, I think you might need therapy honey and let me know if you are in need of financial assistance of any kind, I am willing to help you get over your obsession with my husband, okay? Seriously this is unhealthy, I hope you take my words for it, okay? Anywa

I thought, but Sophia echoed it……what the hell is he on about? “Yes, Miss Rodriguez.” My husband said without looking away from me. “You know, the thing married couples like to do at night, but see, I am quite insatiable with desire for my beautiful wife. So I tend to have her at hourly intervals every day. Not just at night.” He grinned, and my cheeks flushed red as if it were true. What is he doing? I couldn’t look at her, or away from him… his gaze was too magnetic for that.

“You make me sick you fucking whore, you have nothing better to do than to spill your juices out on my bed” A pan of guilt hit me, I didn’t know he’d be back from his business trip today. Ashamed, I hurried out of the bed, my thighs sticking together from my dried up juices. I hear Steve mutter something under his breath as I helped myself to the bathroom. Tears streamed down my face as the warm water from the shower hit my skin in multiple drops. This wasn’t how we used to be, we used to be in love, inseparable, obsessed with each other. Now I had to resort to a rose toy to satisfy my sexual longing. I hated it. I hated that he was so busy, he didn’t kiss me in the mornings before he went t

Something moved across her face. "You want to talk about wives?" she said. "Let's talk about husbands who message their old school crushes about their marriage problems. Who tells another woman that their wife is never home and the house feels empty, that they need help." She tilted her head slightly. "Who does that David? Who talks to a woman they have history with like that when they're married?" I said nothing. It hit hard. "I was desperate," she said. "I wanted to be close to you. Yes. I engineered it. But you gave me every tool I needed to do it. So don't stand there looking at me like I'm the only villain in this story because we both know that isn't true."

“What are you thinking about?” The feel of him carrying me in his arms, pressed against his bigger, broad and firmer body, and the feel of him squeezing my ass made me think about sex. And that would be an amazing first memory of our honeymoon. Besides, I needed the distraction from the confused thoughts in my mind. So I ran my hand down his chest, staring up at him through my lashes. “I got lost staring at you, baby. What? A woman can’t stare at her gorgeous husband?”