Mi Esposa Dormida Novels & Stories

My wife, Lily Tanner, is a mortician. She's trying to avoid getting fired during her pregnancy, so she keeps locking herself in the morgue. I may be her husband and colleague, but even I am not allowed inside. I don't want her to work too hard, so in the middle of the night, I sneak into the morgue to do her checks for her. However, she reacts by going berserk and sounding the alarm. Ever since then, I've been very careful around her, fearing that it may affect her pregnancy. Later on, with Lily repeatedly receiving praise from the deceased's family, our department decides to hold a commendation ceremony for her. The whole family seems relieved. However, as soon as Lily receives her a

Her hitched breathing gives her arousal away, but I let go of her and turn to walk out of the room, securing my knife as I do so. “You’re not staying?” I hear her ask softly and couldn’t help but smile at the hint of need in her voice, but I shake my head. “I won’t sleep in the same bed as you until you’re ready or alternatively until you’re begging me to. Goodnight, la mia bellissima moglie.” I say, calling her my beautiful wife but not turning around to see her reaction to my words. I wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside her right now, but I knew that this needed time. So I walk out the door and lock it behind me before heading to my gym.

I told her I’d rather sleep on the couch and that she shouldn’t bother. After much interjections and persuasions, she finally let me sleep on the couch. Heaven knows that I didn’t sleep a blink that night, my mind couldn’t get over the fact that she was just a room away from me. I kept on thinking about her, I know I shouldn’t be thinking about her but I just couldn’t stop. I kept convincing my mind to think about my wife Cara instead of Marie but it was just an impossible task to do. Around 2 am in the morning, I went to the kitchen to drink water since I was parched after a few minutes, Marie came in her rumpled pajamas. It looked like she hadn’t slept a wink too.

"Where is my husband?" "Well miss, how would I know where your husband is? Do I look like I keep track of missing people?" the woman replied to her. "Marissa! Why are you--" an old woman came out from the dirty kitchen, "oh dear, senyorita, you're already awake." "Senyorita?" Marissa looked at her. "What are you thinking, child! That's Senyorito Demi's wife!" scolded the old woman. "Huh!" Marissa turned pale and approached her, "oh dear, senyorita, I'm so sorry.. I thought-- sorry."

His hands explored my body, touching and caressing every part of me until we both reached our climax. Minutes later, I found myself with my back leaning against the wall as he dug deeper into my core. Again, he spurted his seed inside me. All of it and made me come all over again. Our moans filled every corner of the room. I guess making him watch that movie isn’t that bad at all. “Te amo, mia moglie.” I heard him whisper before my eyes closed, the moment he finally laid me on the bed again. *** “My wife, wake up!”

Anna's POV I was utterly drained, both physically and mentally. Since returning to Italy, sleep had become a rare luxury. My body ached for rest, and after a long, scalding shower, I finally let myself collapse onto the bed, hoping to escape into the peace of sleep for at least a few hours. The moment my head touched the pillow, darkness enveloped me, pulling me into a deep, dream-laden slumber. I dreamt of Harvey, my husband, with vivid memories of our passionate moments flashing through my mind, the kind of dreams that made me yearn for his touch.

"Professor, you really have the worst luck. There are so many people in the group chat, why did Chloe target you? I don't think she just wants you as her personal blood bank. She saw that you're good-looking and treat your wife well, so now she wants to be your lover too." Jake nodded beside her. "Good thing she didn't set her sights on me. I'm so bad with words I wouldn't even know how to defend myself." Thinking about my previous life, I trembled and quickly said, "There's nothing left to say. It's over. My wife and I grew up together and all I want is to be with her since we were little. I would never betray her." To make my position clear, I stated my intention outright. "When I got marr

The morning sun peeks through the sheer curtains of our Italian hotel room, casting a soft, golden glow over the ivory sheets that cradle my wife's slumbering form. The room is bathed in a tranquil silence, a stark contrast to the passionate symphony that played out here just hours ago. Rubbing my eyes open, I reach for my glasses and put them on, watching as my gaze clears up before turning back to the sleeping woman beside me.

He waved back. I reached her then scooped her into my arms "Why are you here? Where's your mama?" She curled her tiny hands around my neck before looking at me "Mama sleeping" She says with a pout. My heart twisted at the thought that my wife must have been too tired to stay awake. We've too busy lately and she has been helping a lot even though I really didn't want her to. But we needed her skills. Maria must have felt alone when her Mother slept.

I look round me and it was so darkish I stood up from my matress and stroll outside. Everywhere was so peaceful each person was asleep at this moment however I ought to not even sleep, I walk to Mima room and I saw the circumstance that she was so afraid of what manifest today. I felt unhappy on seeing my wife in this condition, I stroll into the room she was and held her palms I felt her body move a little and when I look up I saw her looking at me. My husband what happened? why are you now not asleep? Her voice was so tiny that you need to get close to hear some thing she was saying, I smile trying to make sure she doesn't question me.