Submissive Husband Stories Novels & Stories

"Who exactly is Sebastian Kingsley’s mystery wife?" "We’re here to answer that question. For those who didn’t know, his wife is the daughter of—" The television abruptly went black. I whipped my head toward Father. He sat there holding the remote, his thumb still resting on the power button. "People seem very interested in your marriage," he said calmly, adjusting the cufflinks on his shirt. I pressed my lips together and walked over to the chair across from Jordan before sitting down. "Hidden wife finally gaining the spotlight," Jordan said with a faint chuckle. "People love stories like that."

The man who came home covered in an innocent man's blood. Mother gripped my hand tightly, her breath growing heavy. “He's your husband.” She whispered fiercely.” “He could do anything or be anything to other people but to you, he remains your husband.” “But moth..” She brushed my shoulders, cutting me off with practised ease. “Your husband expects to claim his right over you. Don't try to fight his position that will only make things worse. If he wants sex, just lie on your back and give him what he wants..”

His eyes drifted to my belly. "You need to take responsibility for this, Adam," I said, looking him in the eye. "You have to marry me." His lips parted. For a second, I got distracted with his red lips. Damn. I knew how good those lips were. "You're insane, Claire. How could you think of marriage when we don't even know each other?" I just arched my brow. "But you got me pregnant. You need to take responsibility for this." He let out another curse, then tilted his head upward. He looked at the night sky for a few minutes. I saw how his Adam's apple moved. "Fine. I'll father your child," he said, meeting my eyes. "But I won't marry you."

"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

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

"There was one intense moment near the end. The match had just finished, and she was still taking a thick cock deep in her ass when her husband suddenly stood up to go upstairs for a piss. He called out asking where she was. The guy fucking her didn’t stop…. He just kept pounding until he pumped her full of cum. The second hubby was out of sight, she rushed to the dirty laundry basket, grabbed some used clothes, and threw them on before he came back downstairs. The bastard never suspected a thing." I nodded obediently when Chris asked if it was true. Remembering that day made my pussy drip even more. I loved being dominated and used by so many men, with my husband so close. The constant thri

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

I was getting weaker. "When I noticed Sebastian didn't pay any attention to you, I decided to go to him. And you know what?" She looked more threatening. I was only getting scared of where she was taking this conversation to. "What?" I demanded, helpless. She stepped closer, smirked harder. A few inches away from me, she leaned her neck close to my ear. "Hun…" her breath nipped a tingling pain on the skin of my ear. She whispered, but it felt like a deafening holler. "Your husband was the one who deflowered me. He popped my cherry. No one knows Sebastian Martinez than I do. Your husband is a freaking. Liar. He knows me. We've been intimate once. He's only a damn pretender."

He hugged me more tightly and said gently, "You can trust me, Natalie. Tell me whatever's frustrating you." I sighed heavily and said, "It's about one of my friends." He picked me up and cradled me against his chest, then sat on the bed and placed me in his lap, saying, "Go on, I'm here to listen." I avoided his curious gaze and mumbled, "She got pregnant by accident, and her husband is forcing her to have an abortion.” I lifted my gaze at him to read his expression. He asked nonchalantly, "Why doesn't he want his WIFE to get pregnant?" Focusing on the word "wife.”

“On the other side too, no lies; there's the fact that that damned man is my husband, who abandoned me before we got married, and how did it go with the sheik?” “He told me that he has six women; since in his country you can have as many as you can keep well, he assures me that he can keep hundreds; he only has one dick; and also that it is complicated when they start chirping and that women synchronize their periods when they live together, so they had the same change of temperament. I proposed to him that it would be better if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, and he almost didn't want to. I explained to him that he had more wives, but on the other hand, he didn't have a girlfriend, and th