Submissive Husband Stories Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE Mireya’s POV I couldn’t believe my eyes as I watched the video that had just been sent to me... my submissive, caring husband tangled up with another woman like I had never mattered. “You are so wet you can flood the whole mansion,” he murmured hoarsely as he slapped her between the legs, the sound echoing through the room with an audible splash. “If I spread your legs wider, you can cum even more,” he added, sliding his fingers to her mouth and making her suck her own release from them while she obeyed shamelessly.

My name is Bi Xiaonuan. I am 29 years old, have been married for three years, and live with my husband, Shen Zeyan, in a quiet high-end community in the city center. Shen Zeyan works in project management at a technology company. In the past six months, due to cooperation with major overseas clients, his workload has increased dramatically, and he has to leave early and return late almost every day. I understand the pressure of the workplace and support his career, so I take on all the housework voluntarily, keeping our home tidy and organized so he can relax when he comes home.

Lexi noticed it and tried to leave, but I grabbed her. After everyone listened to the recording, they were stunned. I pulled Lexi to the center and spoke clearly, word by word. “Everyone, listen carefully. After my brother passed away, she crossed all boundaries, constantly pursuing my husband and sabotaging our marriage. “I could not take it anymore and wanted a divorce, but my husband refused. She caused my miscarriage. Now she thought I was pregnant again and tried to drug me. She got caught red-handed, yet she denied it. Luckily, I recorded everything!”

"Philippa, I know you don't care for formalities, but I love you. I want to give you the best. I would like to take advantage of today's networking event and propose to you. Will you marry me? I'll give you the grandest wedding! Will you be my wife?" The venue broke into thunderous applause as the guests congratulated the couple. Amid the cheers, I clearly heard Albert, who had once secured a project only because I introduced him, raise his glass and cheer, "Mr. Moore, what a truly loyal and devoted man! Congratulations on your family and career!" Richard Leigh, whose son’s legal troubles were resolved through my connections, clapped enthusiastically and sighed. "Mr. Moore is a lucky man to

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

And here she was, being accused by her own husband of having intimate relation with her best friend who was more like her brother. "It is nothing like what you are saying. W..what you s..saw seemed so wrong. I get it. But please trust me, it is not like anything you are indicating." She tried to supress the urge to pour her heart out at him as she was getting angry at him now. "I can't change what you think of me. I can't and I know that, but you...you are no less. If I am a whore then you are a manwhore." He clenched his jaw when he heard that. She was not a whore like she said she was becwuse he knew she did not do anything with that pathetic boy, but he was just jealous, neither was he a

the old man proudly announced. "That's awesome!" I couldn't help but reply. "Well, my advice to you, my dear, is to always spend enough quality time with your husband." To my surprise, the old woman then held my hand and began to speak to me. "Marrying a successful businessman is like marrying an artist because they tend to be very complicated. They invest most of their time in running their businesses and always care about making more money. Most of them are male chauvinists and egoistic because they answer for their family's needs and caprices. They usually want their wives to be patient, sweet, and submissive. You see, being a successful businessman is a selfish career, but if they have a

This human, with her contaminated soul and rotting heart wanted my mate. “He’s my husband,” I growled at the woman. “And we’re not that kind of club. We don’t share our may- husbands. We are monogamous.” Olivia curled her fingers around my wrist and pulled me away from the woman. “Come on, Quinn,” she said. “We should probably get supper started. The boys will be hungry.” “Oh, I see,” the human woman cackled. “Yeh be that kinda women, hey? Slaves to yer husbands, openin’ yer legs and poppin’ out kids ‘cause the bible tells yah so. Is that right?”

"You have. I'm the guy who craves more. Who's always looking. The monster who can't be satisfied with the wife who gave him everything. That's your story." He took a slow sip of water. "And you're sticking to it." There was no anger left in him. Just a devastating, wholesale resignation. It was infinitely worse than the fight. Anger had heat, had life. This was a cold surrender. "That's not my story," I whispered, but the protest sounded weak, pathetic even to me. Hadn't I been writing that very story in the secret ledger of my mind for weeks? Drafting the narrative of the insatiable husband?

I grabbed the edge of the desk to steady myself. “Oh my God…” I whispered shakily. My husband was masturbating to pictures of his brother’s wife.