The Husbands Audiobook Novels & Stories

Instead, I heard soft, intimate sounds coming from the master bedroom. Even right under his wife's nose, they were chasing their thrill to the very end.

MATURE CONTENT 18++ READ ON YOUR OWN RISK. After saying that he hovered on me and started to kiss my neck biting, sucking, licking... due to his touch and this cold.. I felt I need him.. how ever he is my husband I need to give him myself one day... but still I am afraid of pain.. so I tried to push him and struggled to free myself.. hayden: " why are you now pushing me.. you only said right we are married.. even if my name is different.. we are married by our heart and soul.. so you have do your duty right.. "

It wasn't until dawn that the locked door was pushed open. My husband, Theodore Cloud, pulled me into his arms. As he leaned closer, a whiff of faint floral perfume drifted to my nose. "Izzy, I only ended up sleeping in her room because I really couldn't shake her off. But don't worry. No matter what happens between her and me, you will always be my one and only wife," Theodore said, as if explaining himself to me while trying to salvage his dignity.

“I disagree.” “I’m your husband⁠—”

She had never felt cum-ropes splatter so forcefully against her cervix. An hour later, back at the main campground, the husbands and younger kids finally returned from their long hike, tired and hungry. “Where are those wives of ours?” Jane’s husband asked the other men, looking around. “Probably just out for a walk. Wasn’t that where they were last year when we got back from the hike?” Amber’s husband John speculated casually. “I think I’ll start frying up some burgers. I need some meat inside me,” Ruth’s husband announced loudly, completely unaware of how ironic his words sounded.

Her breathing was uneven, her hair was a mess and even her eyes were bloodshot. “Now listen to me, all of you!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “Who told you we aren’t married?” My heart suddenly skipped. A strange feeling rose inside me. No… No… She couldn’t… A terrible feeling suddenly settled deep inside my chest. “Ken and I are married!” Audrey yelled. “We signed our marriage certificate last week! We are husband and wife! So tell me, why can’t I sleep with my own husband?” Silence.

Twelve years prior, Auburn Maine | Hollis | “WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH YOU BROUGHT IN MY HOUSE-” Margot Bogard’s slight Swedish accent became more and more prominent as she screamed like a banshee at someone- who soon identified himself as her ‘loving’ husband, Chadwick, with a mature, slurred retort of his own. He was clearly drunk, and just as erratic as ever. “OH FUCK OFF, YOU DITZY BROAD. WE ALL KNOW YOU’RE SLEEPING AROUND ON ME AND HAVE BEEN FOR YEARS. HOW DOES IT TASTE, SWEETHEART? HUH??”

Hendra was silent for a long time, until finally he answered, "Actually Arsya is in my house. There is a problem." Anjani spontaneously shouted. Her body sat upright. "What is the problem?" she said frantically. "Hendra! No need to bring my wife. We finish now!" Anjani vaguely heard Arsya's voice which looked emotional. "Your wife should know!" Hendra's voice jerked back. Anjani panics even more. "Hendra ... What's wrong?" she said in a terrified voice. "Don't be surprised, Jan, your husband ---" Tut. Call was lost.

Hera happily said. The mother of Clinton smiled softly at what she heard. Then Hera settled her eyes on Avon, the wife of Cloude. "How about you?" Avon smiled then rolled up her eyes. "My husband is good but sometimes a pain in my ass!" "Why?" Hera. Astrid, Avon, together with the mother of their husbands didn't have a lot of catching up since they live in one mansion, it was just, Hera. Avon tsked. "My husband and his possessiveness sometimes."

My husband,. ***