Wifey And Hubby Shirt の小説・ストーリー

They were looking smug as they stood on the side. I walked to a corner and saw Liam walking out with Anna and Jane flanking on either side. He was wearing a bespoke fitting tuxedo, and his hair was slicked back with a lot of hair gel. However, that outfit was too tight. His chest, which had been growing day by day, was obviously bigger. Everyone could see his nipples through the shirt. Jane looked at his chest and joked, “Liam has really grown up. Look at your chest muscles! You’re getting bigger than Anna.”

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Haha, fun fact—I banned him from using the phone our entire date, and he didn't argue back. I suggested Julian take me to my favourite store, where I used to buy clothes. And finally, after a long time, I am here. Many clothes are hanging on the hanger, with perfect pictures of outfits. I chose several short tops, jeans, and shirts. A white couple's outfit caught my attention. Haha, I have always wanted to try this with my partner. It is written on the front line of the shirt: KING AND QUEEN. I ran to pick up the clothes without wasting a second.

I choke on my laugh, shaking my head as I looked away embarrassed. "Awwnnn." The lady giggled. "That's who all women her Sir, they love their husband's wear cause it's comfortable and it smells like them." The lady said, and smiled. "Such a loving couple. Let me get the shirts here Sir." She said again, and headed into the store room. "You didn't have to tell her about the shirt and me..." "She would feel like I don't have shirts and that's why I came to buy." "Are you serious right now?" I asked, amused that, that was what made him say that.

I can never forget this beautiful memory with my husband, we finally consummate our marriage. He fell asleep already and I had to take the bedsheet to wash in the washing machine because of the blood stain and had a fresh bath wearing his big shirt I saw in the wardrobe. I knew his clothes were there since I saw his little luggage in the room. I caressed his face and kissed his lips before going to bed.

After saying this, he grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my side before quickly grabbing my lips with his lips. "Riya, we've been married for 5 years; please stop wearing my t-shirt right now." As soon as Harsh noticed that I was wearing his t-shirt, he lost his cool once more. "Why? After five years of marriage, is it against the law to wear my husband's t-shirt?" I replied by putting my hand around my waist. "No, but I adore you in a saree." "Indeed, why not? I know you, don't you? I should dress in a saree and be in the mood to romance you, as you demand."

Leo would certainly get a kick out of it if G-Man was wearing it when he woke up. She found several more and figured this must have been the shirts his friend had bought him, unloved and unworn, hidden away in shame. She couldn’t decide which was her favorite, so many good choices. Like the shirt with the arrow pointing to the side with “I’m with sexy.” The one with don’t hate me because I’m beautiful or Maybe he’s born with it. Or maybe it’s botox.

"Mr. Cedric's presence is incredible! So domineering, this intimidation..." "Mr. Cedric and his wife's aura is so pure, the flag of the Warring Couple is raised!" "Are they wearing couple outfits? Both in all black!"

If I want to do it, I would not stop him but if I don't want to, he would not even dare. It sometimes makes me wonder what changed him. "I bought a shirt for us," he whispered after a silence. I creased my forehead. "What shirt?" "They say if we wear a couple shirt, then we are a couple," he said with conviction. I can't help but looked at him. It was dark so I could not see if he was being serious with what he just said. Couple shirt? Where did he even hear that? "What?" I wanted to laugh and I did. But it was quick as I still could not believe that I am hearing all of this from him.

He really did look good in that blue shirt. Logan went through all the motions. I turned my head as he changed. It felt wrong to watch somehow. Logan was my husband, but… knowing he was preparing for a date with someone else turned my stomach. I didn’t want to subconsciously connect the joy of seeing him shirtless with that ugly feeling. Logan changed in a hurry. When I looked at him again, he buttoned his shirt the whole way up to the top, hiding his collarbone. “Should I wear cologne?” he said