Seducing Your Husband Novels & Stories

I nearly tripped. ‘My god. Every fucking time,’ I sighed. ‘Will I ever get over how gorgeous my husband is?’ He turned, a light pink apron wrapped around his waist. Our eyes locked, and my heart stuttered. I bet if I’d capture him on camera and post it online, we could make millions selling that apron. I’ve never seen a man looking so hot wearing a pink one. I swallowed hard, forcing my mind to focus on my mission. Seduce your husband, Rylee. It’s payback time.

“Then seduce your husband.” “Seduce?” I repeated, blinking at her. “Yes.” Lyra pulled back slightly, her eyes raking over me. “Seduce him. You have everything a man could ever want. You’re even more endowed than Ava.” Her gaze flicked to my chest, lingering for a moment. “…So tell me, why wouldn’t a man want you?” I swallowed hard as she continued. “That’s because you kept hiding everything.” She shook her head lightly. “You need to show him. Make him crave you.”

It was as if my body knew exactly who he was. Adrian broke the kiss as he removed my tube bra. My breasts bounced seductively, and a groan escaped his lips. Seeing that, I did the same thing again and he also slammed his fist against the wall behind me. “Stop torturing me, Camila. I want to savor this moment well and you're driving me even crazier by intentionally trying to seduce me.” He said with his voice unintentionally seducing me. “What if I don't want to stop seducing you on purpose,” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Besides, it's normal to seduce my husband as his wife.”

"No, only when I am exhausted and sleep deeply. I normally manage to wake myself up after a while by moving a little, but it is a stressful event nonetheless. Having someone else to wake me up is ten times better. It is a pretty common condition, don’t worry about it" "Okay", he says in a very low voice, and his stormy eyes linger on my lips. My breath hitched, my lips parted, and my whole body tingled with the promise of a kiss. His woodsy scent was the only thing I could smell. I leaned a few inches towards him, but I stopped. Something was nagging in the back of my brain. A muffled thought that I was choosing to ignore. This is a bad idea. You shouldn’t hook up with your fake husband.

I said because I couldn't listen to her anymore, couldn't hear her talk about my future like my present wasn't still drowning in questions nobody would answer. I locked the bathroom door and sat on the edge of the tub with my head in my hands, listening to Claudia move around my apartment like she owned it. When I came back out she was on her phone, her back to me, voice low and tense. "I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this," she was saying. "She's asking too many questions and eventually someone is going to slip up." I froze in the hallway, my heart suddenly pounding despite the medication trying to keep everything numb.

"The best cure for a cheating husband and a stupid wife is sex. Do you even know what sex is? Or are you still a virgin?" "I know I’m stupid, but not that stupid," I muttered. "Good! Then I won’t have to demonstrate how to ride him," she said, hauling me up. "Get your ass ready and make him moan, scream your name, and forget his own damn mistress in plural form. Got it?" "Can you at least say it decently?" I protested as she pushed me toward the stairs. "Forget decency, Loraine. Be wild!" Wild? I don’t do wild.

“But I’m about to be very, very sober when I ruin your night.” His mouth twitches. Not a smile. Something darker. “You already did that six months ago.” The words land like a slap. I savor the sting. I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. “We signed the divorce papers six months ago,” I whisper. “Tonight I’m wearing the lingerie you bought me on our honeymoon… and I’m not leaving your penthouse until you remember why you put a ring on it.” His inhale is sharp enough to cut glass. I feel it against my cheek.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

Actually … I have always wished to see you ‘cause… I feel you’re the only one who can help me’’ ‘’Why? Your mum is here’’ ‘’Nanny…you’ve been married for fifteen years and you know a lot of things young couples do for a successful marriage’’ ‘’Okay, let’s not count years. Go straight to the point’’ ‘’Bianca, the truth is..’’ she looked around and continued ‘’my husband hasn’t touched me for long. He’s always busy and I I can’t endure it any longer. Whenever I try to be intimate with him, he complains and says his busy with this project and that project. He yells at me whenever I try to you know…seduce him. I don’t know what else to do. I just wanna make out with him. I need your help. How do

If he is the one who feels the sensation of love first, I have nothing to be afraid of. I am going to seduce my husband, even if he wants or not, he needs to fall for me. I am not taking any “no” on this matter. “You are going to seduce your husband?” Vero asks me the same question for the eighth time now. She is looking at me as if I have misplaced my mind, or she eludes her hearing. “For the love of God, yes.” I throw my hand in the air seeing her dramatic tone and astonished face. “And I need your help.”