Submissive Husband Stories Novels & Stories

My back arched and breasts jiggled, knees buckled and I bite back a moan. “I gave you a choice, be my slave or wife, and here you chose the former. Tell me, Hazel, what am I ought to do if my wife is squirming in the arms of another male, batting her lashes at him, and pressing this,” he smacked across my bare bottom hard and I winced shutting my eyes. “This body of a temptress against him,”

I had ended up being hospitalized with stomach bleeding. As his wife, I never slacked off for a single day. For three years, I gave everything I had and pushed the company to go public. At the celebration party, he held me and cried. “Anna, I was born unable to have children. I can never give you a child, yet you still married me and fought beside me through thick and thin. “I swear on my life that I will never forsake you!" In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades.

"I see you're up to your old tricks again. Couldn't fuck your way into my husband's pocketbook so you found yourself a new mark, isn't that right?" I try to speak, but the gag in my mouth simply won't let me. All that comes out are muffled sounds that seem to give Janice delight. She giggles and begins to circle around me like a wolf stalking its prey. "I like that story you tried to tell before we fired you," she says, speaking slowly. "That my husband came on to you. Do you have any idea how many women he fends off daily? How many gorgeous women? Models! Actresses! All of them want him, but he never gave in to temptation, and you expect me to believe he would break our marital vows for a m

She immediately took back that knife and dropped it on the counter. Zia tilted her head and just smiled meekly to herself. How was it possible for her to get closer to a stranger so much in just a day? She was feeling like she had been attached to him since the very beginning or perhaps…it was really the truth. "So my wife is quite dominating and she believes in making her husband her submissive," His taunting words burnt up her face because she knew in what contrast he was saying them to her but yes….he needed to know about this if they were going to live together.

“Megan, in a marriage, there are roles. And sometimes, one person has to take the lead, especially when things are… challenging. I’m the husband. I’m the provider. It’s my responsibility.” He knelt before her, taking her hands in his. His grip was surprisingly strong, unyielding. “And as my wife, it would make things a lot easier if you were… supportive of that. If you were, perhaps, a little more… submissive to my direction in this.” The word hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Submissive. It was a word that grated against every fiber of her being, a concept she had always associated with outdated notions of marriage, with the very paternalistic views she had rebelled against.

At the same table, Chadwick and Isa fell into silence. Adira’s last words left a deep impression. [“But that someone rejected him. My husband told me this story before. That he likes a woman, but that woman likes someone else. But the other guy likes another woman too. Then, my husband met me, and we got married.”]

Beaten, raped, and discarded. But who had done that? Her answer rendered me speechless. It had been her husband. And she wasn’t lying; I knew that. Her story was as old as the hills. A poor yet noble family had sold their daughter to a newly rich baron. As for the husband being thirty years older than his wife and his soldier only being able to salute after he hurt a woman...

Today was a lazy Friday morning, and the snow gently fell outside as she completed her morning prayers. Her husband, Harun, sat at the kitchen table, finishing his breakfast. He admired his wife's beauty and dedication to her faith. Little did their friends and neighbors know, Harun was merely Rishika's cuckold, never allowed to touch her or share her bed. Their marriage was a facade, a secret that Rishika kept hidden behind her devout Hindu practices.

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

the loving husband get the glass on the sink put water, and flush it to her pubic to wash away the urine that caused the pain. After the commotion in the bathroom, he carried back his wife to the bed. The breakfast was served but the little wife did not want to eat now. She looks miserable, she fell asleep but still sobbing. Poor wife, his husband tool might be huge? Although Master Javen's wife was still sobbing even in her sleep, he can not stop himself feeling happy and giggling with the thought of how innocent and babylike his little wife was. He too falls asleep, enjoying embracing his wife.