Seducing My Husband の小説・ストーリー

I sat stiffly in my chair, clutching my number: Eleven. As I watched the candidates before me, the sinking expressions on their faces when they returned did little to ease my nerves. Still, I clung to my resolve. I wasn’t just here to be Noah’s nanny—I had a bigger plan. Winning this job was the first step, but my ultimate goal was far more calculated: I had to seduce Justin Hunt. It was the only way to capture his attention and exact my revenge. Finally, my number was called. I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and entered his home office.

"Let's stop lying to ourselves, sweetheart. You're a beautiful woman. And I know I'm not looking bad. We have chemistry, and I know you can feel it." "Keep fooling yourself," I scoffed. "I told you to stop trying to seduce me. It's never going to work." "I'm not trying to seduce you." He leaned in again. "I'm trying to make you fall in love with me." "Well, in that case," I pulled away from him. "You're gonna have to make me fall out of love with my husband, which is impossible. I've been with him since I was eighteen."

He said and reached for the door. "But I want you." I watched as he halted his movement and slowly turned to me like he was being controlled. "What?!" He exclaimed lowly in shock and he gulped after. I walked slowly to him with my heart beating so fast, I didn't know what I was doing, but I know that I was doing nothing wrong because he was my husband and I loved him. I got to him and raised my hands to his chest and slowly caressed him saying, "Yes Stefan, I want you. You haven't been making anymore advances and I thought that I'm not attractive to you anymore. Please my love, make love to me."

“I chose the one I loved. Are you going to deny me that on my wedding day?” I dropped the paper and capture her gaze. This is nothing but a game. She blew that money just to needle me, and I intend to let her think it worked, if only for a heartbeat. The real pièce de résistance is still coming. "No," I drawl, offering a slow, sweet smile. "Of course not. Lucky for you, I'm the kind of husband who gives his wife anything she desires." I stroll toward her, deliberate and quiet, until barely a foot remains between us. I watch her lips part, note the flicker in her eyes as she realizes I've tricked her, and trace the rise of her chest as I invade her space.

His brow furrowed, when our eyes met, I saw in his eyes that he didn't seem to understand why I did that. "That's why you seduced your ex husband? You did of all that to ruin their family, to make them suffer, not realizing that you are also destroying us?" I covered the back of my palm over my mouth. Later I stepped closer to him and held him in his arms, but it seemed like a slap to my heart when he slowly removed them.

Not once. I glance up at the man in front of me and force a weak, apologetic smile. “My husband recently opened our marriage,” I whisper, my voice breaking halfway through. I close my eyes as tears burn the corners. “And I guess I’m trying to figure out what that makes me.” He doesn’t touch me. Doesn’t say a word. And somehow, that feels fair. This is a lot, even for me. We were seconds away from losing ourselves again, and now, I’ve just told him I’m married.

But you threw away my love for another man, and I’m sure you’d gladly serve him in bed in the name of love. Jason, you bastard! I won’t let you get away with this. I have to teach you a lesson for seducing my wife, even though you’re married to Hannah. You don’t deserve to be called a gentleman. You’re just a coward who doesn’t know shame, sharing your love between two women without feeling guilty and pretending to be good in front of everyone.

He was so effortlessly elegant, even when he was just doing mundane things. One evening, I was getting a glass of water in the kitchen, and he walked in, just in a pair of sweatpants, his chest bare. My breath hitched. He had a lean, muscular build, not overly bulky, but strong. My eyes lingered on the faint scar just above his hip, a small, intriguing imperfection. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, completely oblivious to my intentions. I closed my eyes, picturing his face, his smile, that fleeting hungry gaze. This wasn't just about my dreams anymore. This was about making them real. And I knew, with a certainty that both thrilled and terrified me, that I was willing to do anyt

He seduced her playfully. Soon, Pablo’s mouth was exploring his wife’s intimacy, whose taste had always been a delight to him; however, they had been distant for so long that he had forgotten how much he loved kissing, licking, and sucking her there. For her part, Jimena surrendered to the pleasure her husband offered her, forgetting all the negative feelings that had overwhelmed her during those days when he had treated her coldly. Although memories invaded her mind to warn her that the tears he caused her outnumbered the happy moments, she sought more than one justification not to tarnish that moment, and thus keep alive the hope that everything would change between them and they would be

I explained to him. His eyes darkened and I immediately realized that I was playing with fire but yet, I didn't care. I wouldn't just watch while he was making me feel belittled. "If you will be trying to seduce anyone," he continued slowly and leaned in so close until his breath was brushing my ear, "It should be me, your husband. Is that clear?" I let out a sharp, mocking laughter. "Why would I seduce you? Don't you know there are more better men out there?"