Seducing Your Husband Novels & Stories

"Define tougher." "Next time you see that scumbag, don't waste time. Just have the bodyguards tase him and drag him away." Laughing, I ran my fingers through his hair. "Alright, got it. Didn't realize you were this jealous." Robert looked up at me, his eyes dark and intense, before crashing his lips onto mine. "I don't care. You're my wife now. No one's taking you from me." … From that day on, Mark clung to me like a leech. No matter where I went, he somehow managed to show up.

“You are so sinfully beautiful.” My wife flushed, her cheeks a little dusting of pink even in the light, and I just knew how I wanted to take her. “Play with yourself.” I barked, and her eyes widened as she heard my instruction, but her fingers were already moving, her body in my control. “Like this?” She asked breathlessly, her fingers pinching her nipples. “Slowly, roll it between your fingers, yes, just like that. Squeeze it harder.” I watched her as she did as I instructed whilst I poured a glass of wine, and I drowned it completely before shifting the chair nearer to the window.

"Don’t you think it’s time to tell everyone here who the real adulterer is?" A heavy pause followed. The tension in the hall was thick, pressing down on everyone like a heavy blanket. Then Ethan spoke, his voice just as cold, just as composed. "Because if you’re going to accuse someone of adultery at your own wedding," he said, his words slow and deliberate, "you better be prepared to prove it. Otherwise…" he paused, eyes narrowing, "I suggest you tell everyone here who the real liar is." Gasps followed their words. The crowd, stunned moments ago, now buzzed with whispers, cameras flashing like lightning. The press had never seen anything like this, not from Ethan Sinclair, not from Dave.

“You’re overthinking this. Just go with it.” I suck in a shaky breath, trying to hold onto the last bit of control I have. “This is a game to you, isn’t it?” “Isn’t it to you?” He challenges, his hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair away from my face. “I mean, you're the one stirring up shit just to get your husband to dump his mistress.”

— Come, I want you. I lead my husband to the room, where I take piece by piece of him kissing. He sits on the bed and I take off his shoes. I fit in the middle of her legs, the kiss and go down until I find her penis waiting for me. I suck it with taste, though my mind continues to condemn me for what I have done. The more I condemn myself, the more I suck my husband, who groans amazed at my wit. He puts his hands in my hair, trying to lead me, but I’m uncontrollable.

He asks. "Well, don't you want a younger woman? You can have me instead of your wife. We had sex last night, and it was not bad. I enjoyed every moment of it. And why do you want to return to an older woman when you can have a woman like me? I am willing to become your wife if you are willing to divorce your wife for me. We can have so much fun together. Imagine us traveling the wall, enjoying ourselves in every hotel room worldwide. Come on, honey. I know you want me. I promise I will be an excellent wife to you," I say seductively. I crawl closer to him to press my naked body against his, but he pushes me away.

She had planned for this to happen, and now she will do everything to make him fall for her. She deliberately chose to wear something like this in front of her husband because she wanted to seduce him. They rarely had time for each other, as her husband had been busy in the past months. Zeus arched his left brow. He noticed that his wife's charm had returned. She looked like a young maiden in her sexy dress. He also noticed her being extra sweet as she prepared their meal. And he couldn’t help but stare lustfully at her. Every time she bent over, her ample bosom peeked out, making him feel his manhood stir.

He chuckled, "That's great. This is the spirit I have been wanting to see." "But can you really do this?" Savannah frowned. "Are you doubting me?" He played with his finger, "Ms George, I don't like it when my partner doubts me. In case, I can only end this collaboration." "I…no…I am sorry…" Savannah pursed her lips. "You should be!" He chuckled, "Do you know what your man is having a sweet time with his newlywed wife." "But look at you…" He shrugged his shoulders, "Sitting here and fuming with anger but can't do anything. Ms. George, I really want to pity you.."

His fingers gripped the edge of the roof. “I don’t know what this is,” he muttered. “Then figure it out,” Max said. “But stop saying that I'm playing with you.” “Figure what out?” Lake asked, annoyed. “That part where you decide when you want to be my wife.” Lake scoffed. “Who wants to be your wife?” Max grinned. “Fine. You want to be my husband then.” Lake rolled his eyes hard and hit the unlock button. “You’re so annoying.” He got into the car without looking at him.

He literally just entered the bar and I am already sitting with him. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. All of this is for Daniel, my husband and his trillion dollar deal. As I wait, I begin to review my seduction class tips. Flutter your lashes, play with your hair, show some collarbone skin, and laugh cutely at every joke— "Am I interrupting something?" His rich, deep voice interrupts and I open my eyes immediately. "Oh, not at all. Please have your seat." I look behind him and see the mini entourage he had come in with, all stand up and head for the exit, leaving the bar with him behind.