The Husbands Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jay quickly asked Sahil, "Sahil bro, why are these two so drunk? And what are they doing in wedding attire?" Sahil replied, "They both are married." Everyone was shocked at his words. It came to their mind that how did he get married and why? Hearing the name of marriage, both Shivansh's grandfather and grandmother became angry. After all, why did Shivansh get married without informing them? If he had told them that he liked Ruhi, they would have got them married anyway! Not only him but everyone else was angry, after all marriage is not a small matter.

All I remembered was that the slap was loud, and I had a metallic taste in my mouth as if a fishbone had scratched the inner lining of my mouth. Now Oliver was the one being slapped. He covered his face, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. Nonetheless, he quickly switched back to an innocent expression and asked anxiously, "Samantha, what did I do wrong to upset you?" Samantha shook her hand, then bent down and patted his face with the back of her fingers. With foundation on, his face looked even smoother and fairer than usual. "I've said this before. You can provoke Joshua however you like, but only he can be my husband," she said. "You've crossed the line this time."

His hands were placed on her waist, indicating that he was disgusted with the woman's posture. "What's your problem, Jane? We're separated, aren't we? You have already signed the agreement as far as I know," Jane's spouse replied arrogantly. Jane laughed at her husband's reply. She hadn't expected the man to be completely unaware of the situation. She laughed so hard that she almost cried with joy, even though she was in anguish inside. Her husband would have been even more attractive, but Jane seemed unaffected when she discovered that the man's family was implicated in the fire that destroyed Lila's cabin, where they were living with friends. As a result, she expressed her displeasure.

Both wives bent their knees and raised their sexy thighs letting them fall open—enticing their two husbands. Each wife was very well endowed—at this stage—their pussy lips swollen from their arousal. Climbing on the king-sized bed, the two naked husbands knelt between the other wife's luscious thighs. The smell of the other wife's feminine essence wafted up into their nostrils exciting them further. Each husband's enjoyment was heightened as he watched his own wife laying on her back, her sexy thighs gaping open, preparing herself to be taken by the other woman's husband. Watching this forbidden ritual and taboo act caused their engorged cocks to swell to the bursting. Both men's quivering,

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

The truth, raw and unadorned, spilled from William Jackson's lips. Cathleen's grasp tightened around her cup, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that settled in her bones. Xavier Knight—cold, ruthless, dominant—was now her husband, a man who lived shrouded in shadows, his disdain for love as palpable as the ring on her finger. A marriage that was born not of passion or tenderness but of strategic retreats and familial chess moves.

Mari's whole body ached the next day. With every movement she made, she felt the pain in her whole body, especially in the middle of her thighs. That's what it's called, she's no longer a virgin, her husband has taken her most cherished honor. She's surrendered everything to her husband, which is very happy because they're now married, so there's no problem. But something was bothering Mari's mind, as if she was missing what she and Andrei did last night. What she expected to be a hot fight in bed ended up being a very careful romance between her and Andrei. Even their sex was very careful, without the excitement that would have been sexual. Mari shook her head and something else was going t

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.

The door was open simply because of the summer heat, not for my benefit, but I couldn’t look away. It felt wrong to be jealous. He was her husband. That’s what husbands do to their wives. Hell! that's what couples do. I shouldn't even bother about the way he pounded her cunt with reckless abandon. Every thrust from him, every slap of skin, made my body tremble and thrum with desire and a sick twist of envy.

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.