Seducing My Husband Novels & Stories

Claudia stood between me and the cabinet. “Where are your manners, Rochelle? It’s bad enough that you’re breaking and entering, but you’re acting as if you own the place.” I put down my arm, an answer clear in my head. The bearded man with a pair of aviators covering half his face was my husband, Hank. Right now, he was hiding in the cabinet in front of me. Well, Hank could run, but he could not hide forever.

She closed the distance between us, palmed my dick through my shorts and pressed her boobs against me. Fuck! Against my will, it started growing in her hand. I should stop her. "You can just make up things for them. Manuel since you don't remember. I cannot have my husband refusing me anymore. I want you to sleep with me whenever I want it!" "Alora…stop.” "Make love to me, honey.” She started stroking my cock, I placed my hand above hers to take it away. I was getting so aroused. I do not want to do this.

I reminded. His eyes darkened, I knew I was playing with fire but I don’t care, he wasn’t going to make me feel belittled. “If you were trying to seduce anyone," he said slowly, leaning in so close his breath brushed my ear, "it should be me your husband." I laughed a sharp, mocking sound. "Why would I seduce you when there are far better men here?" The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I had crossed a line.

I had failed to seduce my husband, and now I knew that the only way to win this battle, was to make sure Pauline didn't just leave—she had to disappear. I got to my room and knew I needed to cum because I was still damn too horny. Then I began to finger myself till I cum, I looked up and there was my dear husband Leo by the window peeping with his hard dick in his hand

Who give me the rough intense passionate sex I've been craving since I was a teenager. So judge me if you want. Call me a cheater. Call me a whore. Say I'm destroying my marriage. But I know the truth. My marriage was destroyed the moment I saw my husband on his knees with another man's cock down his throat. I'm just making the best of the situation I was forced into. And honestly? I've never been more satisfied in my life. The mechanic. The neighbor's brother. Both of them give me what I need in different ways. Both of them make me feel alive and desired and completely satisfied.

I just simply heaved a sigh with just the thought of it. "You know what, I have an idea. How about we do that again now? Besides, I am actually getting hot right now with you so close to me in one bed. What do you think babe?" he asked me with a seductive voice. Damn! Why is he like that huh? Is that the effect of alcohol on him? Oh My Gosh! My husband is really naughty and I can't really figure out now if he is actually serious with what he has said to me or not.

“Hmm, ok my dear, chill, why are you getting angry with a simple question of mine? Already my Sky is awake for me and I am very guilty to make her wait till late.” Steve is rubbing his thumb on my cheek sensually and while talking he slides his hand from my cheek to the side of the neck, then shoulder, then arm in a seductive, oh god he is driving me crazy. I couldn’t control myself and pushed him slightly. My husband knows my every weak point and seducing me effortlessly. “Don’t you dare try your naughty acts to divert my mind from the topic? Tell me where were you till now?” Ahh, I have to calm my nerves down I couldn’t let anything overpower my anger, at least not now.

“I just want to feed you the right way. I've already been forced to order a pizza for lunch because you got too excited when you saw me going to the kitchen... And to the bedroom... And to the living room... And now to the bathroom too. “ he raised an eyebrow at her, with a smirk “ Is one day enough to send you to a sex addiction clinic? " As long as you booked a room next to mine..." she stuck her tongue out at him, when her husband left her sitting in one of the leather armchairs and soon after handed her a towel.

I am lying underneath my husband. He is moving. I am pretending. That is the summary of my marriage in two sentences. Michael Thomas, wealthy, handsome, completely clueless who finishes in four minutes flat, rolls off me like I am a hotel pillow he has rearranged for comfort, and falls asleep before I can exhale. No asking if I got there. No checking if I am still breathing. Just the soft, satisfied grunt of a man who believes he has just done something impressive and the immediate, offensive sound of his snoring filling the room.

At a point that Claire never realized would come in her life, for a moment, it crossed her head about the happiness in her past, longing, and fate playing tricks on her. With a heavy heart, she comes to the conclusion that she has always denied for the past month that she… has fallen in love with a man who has her past. She fell in love with a man who tricked her—played and betrayed her with painful lies. She fell in love with this man… with a man who was on his knees in despair after all the destruction that had come to their lives. She fell in love with this man... her husband and all the secrets he had.