The Husbands Novel Novels & Stories

“I didn’t know sisters share wedding beds.” The woman blinked, stunned. “H-husband?!” “Yes,” both wives said in unison, stepping protectively in front of Adrian. Their eyes narrowed dangerously. The woman stumbled back under the force of their united glare, stammering something before turning and bolting out of the lobby like a frightened rabbit. Adrian just stood there, blinking. His wives turned back to him, dusting off his sleeves, smoothing his shirt, fixing his collar like twin generals dressing their soldier. “You poor thing,” Charlotte teased. “So cute women can’t leave you alone.”

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

"Haha! Dorothy's talking to the doll, and Laura doesn't understand what's going on!" "Darling? Is she talking to herself? She had a fun night inside that doll." "Laura's still scrambling eggs in the kitchen. How considerate. Her husband's fooling around with another woman, and she's here making breakfast for his lover." "Feeling sorry for Laura? Well, don't. She's just an overglorified maid." I put the scrambled eggs onto a plate and brought them to the dining table. Dorothy had already taken her seat. Calvin had woken up as well, and he showed up for breakfast wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

How she proved her love for her husbands in her own way. ~~~~~ Catherine was spent. Beyond exhausted. Her husbands turned it around on her, satisfying every desire she held, with a desire she did not expect. They each gave and took; the relationship she always wanted to have with her husbands, and this thought made a smile lift her rosy lips. Catherine sighed happily, her hand lower to rest against a slightly red chest beneath her. The chill of Silas was in front of her with the fiery heat of Zion at her spine. It was odd to her how willing they were to challenge norms to do what she wanted.

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 even cast a glance at Charles of the zilant clan, hinting to Rosalie that choosing someone of the lowly serpent clan with ill repute could never compare to someone of the zilant clan. She ignored Father's hints and held Jasper's hand, saying, "I only want Jasper. I swear upon the sacred beast that I will stay loyal to only one husband for the rest of my life. I, Rosalie White, will have only Jasper Warren as my husband." The gathered beasts were casting envious looks at them. After all, to take an oath upon the sacred beast was no trivial matter—it would bring forth terrible backlash if she failed to keep her oath. Besides, the royal family had always practiced polygamy, with one wife hav

So who would have thought that Ann was surprised when she found her husband was hugging naked with two other men? Busy working? Workaholic? Do you mean this bullshit thing? It was an ugly truth for Ann, since she found out that her husband was doing threesome with men! MEN! TWO MEN!!! Her husband didn't feel guilty at all when he saw Ann caught them. Instead, there was a look of relief on his face. Maybe he was tired of hiding this fact from Ann.

Storming outside my room, I pause at the door to his room, sounds of a woman riding on throes of orgasms, filters through the open crack, I grit my teeth hard. What would people say if they saw a woman with her legs spread out, in between her legs, my husband of a few days, sliding in and out of her? Opening the door a crack, his eyes find mine. He keeps his dark eyes on me, bringing a lit cigarette in between his lips, I can’t take this anymore. Pushing the large oak doors open, that doesn’t stop her, her eyes are shut. How could he do this?? How did I end up with a man like this??

He came out of the shower shortly after, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, I gulped down hard and tried not to stare. ‘You can stare if you want, I am your husband after all’ Aaron said, catching me off guard. ‘You wish’ I said as I stood up to leave. ‘Wait’ he called out, and I looked at his face, trying really hard not to stare at his abs. ‘I am sorry about the cafe, she kissed me, I was caught off guard, i used to date her’ he said and a hint of relief swirled through me. ‘And why would I care, like I said this isn’t a love marriage, you can do whatever you want’ I said, then the look in his eyes changed, an expression formed on his face, an expression i couldn’t read.

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.