Wifey And Hubby Shirt Novels & Stories

The store assistant beside her praised, “Sir, your wife has such a great figure, and she also looks pretty. She’s just like a model no matter what pants she wears.” Shaun smiled. The word ‘wife’ had never sounded so wonderful to him. “Bring out all the clothes in her size.” He handed a black card to the store assistant straight away. The store assistant was taken aback. What a wealthy man he was! By the time Catherine walked out in a pair of new jeans, the shop assistant was already packing the clothes. “Miss, your husband is buying all the clothes in this store in your size. How blessed you are!” Catherine shifted her gaze to Shaun while her lips twitched. “Why are you buying so many clothe

Bobby raised his eyebrow. “Yes way!” She raised her voice. The other couples glanced at them. “What’s the commotion all about?” Eriana glanced at them. “I’ll bet my favorite shirt that I’m wearing today.” He pointed at his white Hawaiian shirt. “I can prove that you’re bluffing.” Tiffie’s fingers trailed from his neck to his lips in a teasing way. “Let’s wait and see.” Then, she unbuttoned one of the buttons of his shirt.

“What product?” “This,” she flashed two sweatshirts in our faces. “Our couple jumpers. It comes with matching extra tshirt and joggers. There are also matching beanies included for an extra couple of pounds if you want them. So what do you say? Are you guys on a vacation? Are you newly weds on your honeymoon?” “What?” Britney immediately completely freed herself from my grip, exchanging quick glances with me. “We’re not newlyweds but we are-“

My husband was dressing his late brother's wife and this realization almost made me want to vomit. I stood outside his Private Sanctum, my trembling palms damp from sweat as I held the little gift box in my hands. I'd made the shirt myself, stitching every thread with shaking fingers with sleepless nights, just like last year... dark grey, his favorite color. I even wrapped it in silk and tied a pink ribbon around it, because I stupidly still believed that maybe he'd smile. That today, he would remember we once loved each other after he claimed me. It was our wedding anniversary. One good year since he held me in front of the pack, called me his mate and kissed me like I was the only thing k

I'm wearing a baby pink cashmere sweater and tailored dark brown trousers. My husband—again, ew—is in a navy blue sweater and dark jeans, the sleeves pushed to his elbows, his wavy hair styled to dangerous perfection. He moves as if the heart attack scare never happened, like he's invincible again. The media is already here. They aren’t subtle at all about it. Hayden smiles and raises our joined hands. "Good morning," he says to the room at large, his voice warm enough to melt butter. "We're here to spend some time with the best people in the city."

She appreciated the predicament I'd put hubby in and was enjoying watching him squirm. Which he did, literally. And soaked his shirt with sweat. And drank more beers, and cursed his team, the idiot coaches, the fat-assed linemen, even the sportscasters and the cheerleaders, who had suddenly turned ugly. WU mounted a long, slow drive that netted nothing but used up eight minutes on the clock. During the drive the wife went into the bathroom. When she came out later she had changed from the conservative tourist dress she'd been wearing into short shorts and a thin blouse. From across the room I could see that she hadn't bothered to put on a bra, because her breasts, which were in proportion to

He ordered rigidly. She bit her lip from inside, her heart thumping harshly against her ribcage as she slowly raised her eyes and watched her husband shrugging his shirt off his shoulder. She took a sharp long breath as she watched his hand muscles flex when He threw his shirt on one of the Sofas. Her toes curled and she squeezed her legs together as a need grew wildly inside her. "Are you excited for me, wife?" He asked in his deep masculine voice which sent thrills of excitement in her spine.

Celeste Fulton was my wife's best friend. I had never met her until we were at the airport. With luggage in hand, she headed toward us, radiating friendliness. She was dressed to kill in a tight-fitting dress that showcased her rounded bosoms, while the dress stretched tight over her lush bottom. On top of that, she had a pair of black stockings that stretched over her legs. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I had no idea my wife, Bella Ross, had a best friend who was so incredibly sexy.

Couple? "Why did you buy something like that, Hubby?" "Well, I don't know, I just ordered that, okay. That's the trend now, wearing the same shirt." I walked closer to him but suddenly I slipped and fell down. Sh*t my butt hurts so much! If you are looking at it! The towel covering my body was removed. oh well, I don't care about that towel anymore! Hubby quickly approached me. "Are you okay? Why aren't you careful." There is a trace of concern on his face.

"You smell like strawberries." "You should buy me the same shampoo. Or just the brand. I can't get enough of it." "Anything for the birthday girl." I gently zipped his pants up and he placed a kiss on my bare shoulder. "So, what do you think?" He asked. I turned around to check him out, and damn. My husband looked smoking hot. The shirt was hugging him in all the right places, and the pants hugged his toned legs perfectly. "I'd say, you're going to make women drop dead with a heart attack tonight."