Mi Esposa Dormida Novels & Stories

I want to spend some time with her but Nick and James took me to the club and we all boozed till late and don't forget we were chased by 20 bouncers with my some old crazy high school rival. I want talk to my beautiful wife but I know she was sleeping in our room. I also want to sleep because I am hell tired. I was crossing the hall when my eyes fell on something. I went near to check and saw my wife was sleeping on couch with a book resting on her chest. She must be sleep here while waiting for and didn't even bother to change clothes. She is still wearing a saree.

Juan As I wake up next to my beautiful wife Stacey, a sense of contentment washes over me, the remnants of the previous night with her lingering in my mind. A smile crosses my lips as I pull her into a hug, wrapping my arm around her waist and watching her move in her sleep with a sense of wonder and adoration. I place a soft kiss on her cheek, the warmth of her skin against my lips filling me with a sense of peace and happiness. Stacey and I lie side by side, our bodies entwined in a comfortable intimacy that speaks volumes of the love and connection we share.

Mikhail I stand in the dark bedroom, watching Maria asleep in her bed. The moonlight creeps through a gap in the voluminous net curtains that descend from the ceiling. The weak light casts a pale glow on her face, emphasizing her serene expression. All while the rage builds inside of me. The only sound is her breathing—soft, gentle, and vulnerable. A wave of temptation seizes me.

The air crackled with an irresistible energy, and I knew this would be a night to remember—a night of passion and profound connection. My wife, exhausted from our shared intimacy, succumbed to sleep. I carefully carried her back to the mansion, guided by the moonlight. Her weight was insignificant, and I cherished the sight of her peacefully slumbering in my arms. Our love had been consummated, and I couldn't help but hope that she found as much satisfaction in our union as I did. With a smirk, I reveled in the knowledge that I had given my all to our love.

“I don’t think so.” She stares at him, fascinated. “That’s romantic. Like, really romantic. Is it for real? Do people do that in their sleep? Can you learn that? I wanna learn that.” “He’s not awake.” “That’s the point! He loves you so much he kisses you even when he’s not conscious. That’s deep love. Like, ocean deep. Mariana Trench deep.” I press my hand to my mouth, trying not to laugh too loudly. “You know, you’ve got a husband who kisses you in his sleep. I’ve got a wife who hugs me like a stuffed animal.” She glances at Maya. “She’s gonna be so embarrassed when she wakes up.”

~Maya’s POV~ I walked into the suite opposite mine, and my vision landed on a well-built husband of mine. He appeared so adorable when sleeping as if he had been greatly distressed. He was sleeping on the edge of the bed without a blanket or anything else to cover himself with. I pulled his dangling legs onto the bed and covered him. He was in a deep slumber, so I chose to sleep next to him. I kissed his lips. Fuck! Can I ever remain angry with this man? The sudden picture of that woman kissing the same lips I had just kissed flooded in. I needed to puke. I hurried into his bathroom while silently wishing that he wouldn’t be able to hear me throwing up. After I had finished taking care of my

—CHRISTIAN— My sleep was broken when something stirred beside me and when I opened my eyes to look I realised that it wasn't something but someone and that someone was my beautiful little wife. I was only watching her expression changing again and again before she changed her position again and dropped all her weight on me. We were sleeping on the floor with our heads resting on the couch. Her head was barely touching the couch though, since she was using my shoulder as her pillow. I smiled before adjusting her head in a comfortable position and then looked around to see the situation of others. And it wasn't very pleasing. Everyone was drunk and they were soo going to be up with a bombering

The tension that had been there earlier had drained the hell out of me, have spoilt my mood, leaving only embarrassment behind, crawling embarrassment. I turned to my side and hugged a pillow to my chest. Maybe it could make me forget and fall asleep faster. Leon didn’t care about me. He never had. He barely looked at me most days. He didn’t come near my room. That was how our marriage was. So why would he suddenly care tonight? And why should i feel embarrassed like this? The thoughts made me uncomfortable. Eventually, exhaustion won. My eyes burned, and sleep dragged me under before i could argue with it, not that i would.

The door swung open. Julian Langford stood in the doorway with red marks on his neck. "Back to see your wife again?" The smirk on his face was unbearable. Rage shot through me. I punched him in the face. The next moment, Wendy Sinclair rushed out of the bedroom. "Zane Lewis, why are you making a scene in the middle of the night?" "And you think it's fine to spend the night in another man's bed?" I scoffed. The first time she ended up in Julian's bed was an accident. But the second time? She was wearing his shirt, and there were still faint marks lingering on her neck.

Guiltily, he glances at his wife, who is glaring at him angrily. "Do you have to report Senora Agnes? The woman needs a break from this place. That's cruel, Jose." Maria said in her most stern voice, "You will not sleep in our bedroom tonight." "But Maria...." the wife stormed out, leaving him facing the door as she bangs it on his face.