My Wife Has Been Peeking At Me Novels & Stories

My eyes widened as I looked at her carefully. It did nothing to hide her features. If only, it exaggerated them. Beads of sweat trickled down from her neck to her shoulder blade. My throat dried up as my eyes followed a bead of sweat that traveled down from her neck to collarbone and I had to gulp my saliva. She was completely oblivious of my presence. My mind drifted back to reality when the thoughts of other men gawking at my wife hit me hard. She can't go out like this. No. I can't have other men looking at her. "Where were you?" I asked. She looked up and was a bit startled but composed herself immediately.

I have a goal in mind that is the most important. “Yes,” I answered, earning a surprise from him as he waited for my following words. Then I smirk while staring at him directly so I can witness his reaction clearly. “Looking at someone’s wife with that gaze is something forbidden, don’t you think?” I said with much provoking tone in my words. As I expected, what I just said gave a slight change from his expression as the playful glow in his eyes dimmed a little as his jaw tightened visibly. My eyes narrowed and met his darkened gaze.

Not tonight. I walked closer, my bare feet silent against the polished floor. “At the gala… you were different. You were watching everyone like they were threats. And now you’re in here, brooding, pretending to read contracts you haven’t turned a page on in twenty minutes.” His gaze snapped up to mine, sharp and unflinching. “You’ve been watching me that closely?” “Yes,” I admitted without shame. “Because I’m your wife, Adrian. I’m not just some decorative piece you wheel out to smile at cameras. If something’s wrong, I deserve to know.”

James cleared his throat and left me alone with my thoughts. A soft knock sounded on the door pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked up just in time to see the subject of my thoughts standing there looking so pretty. I just couldn't take my eyes off her and followed her movements until she was sitting in the seat opposite me on the other side of the desk and even then I didn't look away. I couldn't. Fuck I am whipped and it's only been a few weeks of marriage. What happens to us in 50 years? "You're staring," She whispered, flushing and I smirked. Even after all this time as husband and wife, she still flushes and acts shy and self-aware in my presence. It should be weird but I find it incr

I mumbled and looked out to the balcony, almost fainting when I saw Michael pull the towel off and put on his boxers. His erect but powerful member hung between his thighs. This sight made me aroused. Biting my lips, I tore my eyes away. Why am I acting like a high school student sneaking a peek at my hot professor? Michael is my husband. So, I guess a little peek at his impressive member isn't wrong, right? Besides, he said that he owns me and I own him. Suppressing my grin, I let my eyes settle on the balcony, but to my disappointment, he wasn't there anymore.

she ends with a shrug. I keep looking at her with an unamused expression because that’s all I feel at the moment, my wife is in a delicate condition right now which makes her vulnerable and emotional. Not like she’s able to control her emotions on a normal day, but these days it’s worse, just yesterday, she called me crying because she saw cute puppies on the internet. The time before that was baby shoes. I don’t want anything upsetting her, and Nikki being here will upset her greatly. She’s a jealous little thing, my wife, I can’t complain, I’m very much worse.

Placing a kiss on her forehead I bumped my nose with her in an Eskimo kiss and she giggled softly rubbing her nose over mine. Placing her face in chest, we stood their standing looking at the sunset from my window and I realized that this was my paradise. My wife in my arms. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" I asked still holding her. " Just wanted to keep tabs on you, and making sure whether my husband is honestly working or doing something else behind my back." Her tone teasing and I raised my eyebrows amused. "So you don't trust me, your husband." I stated mock disappointment.

When she didn't reply right away, I looked over, and saw her staring at me with big grin. "What?" I said a little reluctantly. "Your wife said that it turns her on to watch you jerk off, right?" she said. "And she's obviously into exhibitionism and into girls, too, right? So what if we send her a video of both of us on your bed jerking off while we're watching her new p**n video? I'll bet that would really get her pussy humming! She'd have the voyeur thing going by watching us jerking off, and the exhibitionist thing going knowing that we were watching her eating cunt while we were doing it!"

End of Flashback “Is there anything useful you’re going to tell me? You scolding me will get you nowhere considering that she is there anyway” I snapped. My chest ached at the fact that men would be watching my wife. Their eyes would hungrily stare at her bare body when even I as her husband didn’t get a glimpse of it.

I was getting hornier by the second as my cock poked her ass while we headed out. Poke. Poke. Poke. Oh God! It was getting way too hard for me to stop myself from pulling her dress up and shoving my dick up her pussy. There was a weak smile on my face as I nodded at the people around us. Jennie blushed, embarrassed. Just before we got out of the room, I threw my head backwards to look at my wife again. She had her back to us and she was talking to her father at the bookshelf. I swallowed hard, counting the seconds before we were out.