The Hilarious Husband Novels & Stories

“Thank you, for keeping him company when I wasn’t being very fun.” The man laughs, his name is at the very back of my mind, but like an itch I can’t touch, it remains at the back of my mind. “He gave me a reason to visit my husband at work, and who would waste such a golden opportunity?” Hilary! His husband is the doctor!! With the new information, I take them both in, they share a smile at Hilary’s words. I like what I see, an older couple, being happy together. That could easily be Jesse and I.

I had to listen to my husband complaint, he wasn't okay with my brooding relationship with his mistress. I laughed; I didn't laugh because I felt like it, I giggled because it was starting to become fun seeing my husband in such a destabilized demeanor. Who in his real senses would agree to have his mistress and wife living the same house..

"Crystal, ours was an arranged marriage. The Shaw family isn't what it used to be, and your mother's still in the hospital. Without me, who do you think would be paying her medical bills? "If you keep making a scene, the consequences won't be something you can afford." Because of those words, no matter how many scandals he caused with other women, no matter how widely the rumors spread, I was always the one who quietly stepped in to clean up the mess. Then I devoted myself entirely to the family and gave birth to his first son. Over time, I became known as the perfect wife and daughter-in-law. So, when Hubert used an April Fools' joke to openly bring his latest affair into the light, I wasn'

"I am married, no I don't want to marry you or you or you so stop it. haha. Guy: Yeah it is so funny. I thought my day was bad, watching Sage getting all this fame from these girls. ha-ha, hilarious. I already sent the video to my wife, and when she texted me back. here I show you what she wrote back...My love: Ha-Ha serves him right for always thinking he is the damn gift from moon goddess lol. Guy: She just almost went into labor laughing so much, my mother was wondering what on earth is going on ha-ha it was just so freaking funny. Mandy: Oh, no is she ok, I am going to call her, and maybe go over there and check on her.

my husband said in such an admiring and appreciative tone. He slipped inside me and my walls tightened around his well-aroused cock. He fucked me harder than he had ever fucked me. "Who's this dirty little whore showing herself off in public," my husband teasingly laughed as he had his cock in my wet cunt. I giggled and felt a trickle of juice run down the inside of my thigh while screaming his name with each thrust. *****

I eased off a hearty laugh and stood up beside him, wrapping my arm tightly around his stiff waist. “Oh, ignore my darling husband, everyone!” I chimed in, tossing my head back with a radiant smile. “He just loves playing the big, grumpy Alpha! What he conveniently forgot to mention is his overwhelming passion behind closed doors. Honestly, his extreme grumpiness in public is just a hilarious cover for how fiercely clingy he gets when it’s just the two of us!” A collective gasp swept through the table, quickly followed by a loud wave of laughter from the other honeymooners. Tarian stiffened like a wooden board beneath my touch, his body vibrating with intense shock.

I burst into wild laughter, clutching my rounded stomach as if the force of my laughter might push this pup out of me right then and there. “God, you are so fucking funny,” I gasped, having to give him credit for the joke. “It is not a joke, Hanna. You and I both know this child in your stomach is not mine,” he said coldly. “You are still fucking your husband on the side. There is zero reason for us to get married anymore.”

“And this time I want you to thank your husband for sharing you.” “Thank you, Jimmy,” I moaned loudly between each hard thrust. My voice broke with pleasure. “Thank you for letting this biker ruin your wife’s holes.” Jimmy was standing nearby now, stroking himself again as he watched his wife get completely destroyed by another man. His eyes were wide with lust and love mixed together. Seeing him like that only made me wetter. Jax’s thrusts became faster and more erratic. His muscles tensed, and his breathing grew rough. “Gonna fill you up again, slut.”

Lynette Kensington's rules took effect on the second day of our marriage. "Your monthly spending is capped at 2,000 dollars. For any single purchase over 100 dollars, photograph the receipt and send it to me for approval. It's not that I'm cheap. I'm helping you learn how to budget. You've never had any discipline with money," she claimed. I thought she had a point. So for three years, buying a single jacket meant budgeting for half the month, and replacing a pair of contact lenses meant waiting for her approval. Then, last month, I found a supplementary card statement tucked inside the pocket of her trench coat. The cardholder was Jayden Scott, her Administrative Director. The transact

I stared at him for a second. Then, unexpectedly, I laughed. "That obvious, huh?" "Just a little." I shook my head and took another sip. "My husband ruined my honeymoon." His eyebrows lifted slightly. "That's unfortunate." "That's one way of putting it." I looked down at my glass, turning it slowly between my fingers. "Apparently, I married the wrong man." He didn't immediately respond. Instead, he studied my face for a moment, as though trying to determine whether I was joking or genuinely upset.