Seducing My Husband Novels & Stories

I pretended to be sad as I laid my head on his chest. "Aren't you on good terms with your husband?" he asked and I nodded sadly. “He doesn’t give me time anymore, he doesn’t have time to make me happy, even in bed,” I said flirtatiously. I heard him giggle as I felt him stick my body to his. "If you don't mind, I can give you pleasure, if you want to?" he whispered. I smiled and brought my breasts close to his chest. "No problem, we can do what you want. My husband won't catch us as long as we keep it a secret," I whispered in his ear. "It's better if we go now, let's not waste the time," he said while biting his lip.

“Let's shower together.” What? Is he mad? That's something reserved for people in love with each other. Not for a woman yearning for love from her arrogant asshole husband who's too scared to catch feelings. Don't forget handsome and good-looking husband. “Are you doing this on purpose?” I force out. “Why are you messing with me?” One second, he's being a total dick and the next, he's seducing me. Yes, seducing! He knows how much he affects me. He relishes it.

I rotated my ass around him and he groaned again. "Min delete the picture," I whispered in his ear. I bit his ear for added effects and he jerked up to me. I kept rotating my hips and listening to his groan. I loved how he sounded when he groaned. It was the cutest most masculine thing ever. He had dropped his hand and was trying to pry me off or pull me towards him. I couldn't decide. I just continued to rotate my hips and forgot about my mission. I was meant to be deleting a very scary picture of me but here I was seducing my husband. Our little dancing on the couch led to us being naked waist down and panting.

He looked at me in shock when he realised what I had done. "You temptress." I could see the need for release in his eyes, the type only I could give him. "There's something you need to know my darling husband." I walked towards him again, making sure to sway my hips to further torture him. "Seduction is a game you'll never win." I turned around and made sure my ass rubbed agonisingly slow around his groin. "Point taken." I heard his ragged breath as he tried to control his testosterone. "Good." I picked up my ruined dress and walked out of the room.

His words, his gaze, his body, his deep voice and over all himself seducing me and hypnotizing me. “ Don't be shy, Wifey! We eventually have to consummate our marriage.” His sexy mouth curved into a smirk, pulling my attention towards those lips and I bit mine as the sudden urge to taste him overwhelmed me. I know it's my wolf who is having these crazy thoughts because I will never desire this man. “ Stop lying to us both, Felza!” My wolf growled, making me wince in embarrassment and shame. I turned my attention from this beautifully ugly man who is now my husband.

“So you remember, little one?’ he growled in his deep baritone. And then he was crushing me in his arms and kissing me, a hot searing kiss. I tried to resist; we were after all, at the entrance and I knew, the cynosure of a lot of interested eyes. But my husband, ever the arrogant male, did not seem to care. I gave in to him, my arms going around his neck, leaning into him, succumbing to his lips. * ‘Hey, folks!’ came Schwartz’ laughing voice, ’Get inside and get a room, for God’s sake!’ Blushing, I pushed my husband’s strong arms away and climbed up the steps, holding Lucien’s hand. ‘You look ravishing.’ asked Schwartz, grinning ‘Planning on seducing anyone tonight?’ and he winked knowingly

Problems I'd carefully orchestrated. "I just... the way she looked at me..." "Stefan, sweetheart." I let the steel edge into my sweetness. "Are you having second thoughts? After everything we've been through?" "No! No, of course not. I love you. I've always loved you." "Then stop calling me about your ex-wife. It's pathetic." I hung up, tossing the phone aside. Men were so predictably weak. Even Stefan, who I'd spent four years grooming before pushing him toward Camille, still needed constant management.

“Why should I be envious of someone who literally lives off her fianceé’s wealth? Who has nothing going for her besides his last name? And let me make something very clear—” I stepped a little closer. “I don’t go back to my vomit. So Daniel is yours, enjoy him to the fullest. Be my guest. Just let me breathe. I need clean, fresh air to function, and right now, you're contaminating every fucking breath I take.” She blinked, her mouth opening slightly like she wasn’t expecting the verbal assault. Then she snapped, her voice rising an octave as she lashed out, “Then what’s going on between you and my husband?!”

He dropped me on the big leather couch my husband bought last year and climbed on top of me. “Spread those legs wide,” he ordered. I obeyed, opening my thighs and showing him my messy, dripping pussy. His cum was still leaking out. Felix stared at it like he was proud. “Look at that married pussy full of my product,” he said, stroking his cock. “Your husband has no idea his wife is such a slut.” “Stop talking and fuck me,” I begged, reaching for him. “I need more.” He pushed back inside in one hard thrust. I cried out and arched my back. He felt even bigger now, stretching my sensitive walls.

His words, full of desire, made me bite down on my lip, trying to control the overwhelming sensations within me, but he saw right through me. “You’re so beautiful, Missy. Let it out. I love hearing you.” Stanley gently nibbled on my earlobe while his hand removed the last, damp barrier between us. Unable to hold back any longer, I let out a whimper and bit into his strong shoulder. “Stanley, you know I’m ten years older than you. This won’t end well.” “How do you know if you don’t try?” “My husband cheated on me. Are you willing to be with a divorced woman?”