My Wife Has Been Peeking At Me Novels & Stories

I let out a low laugh as I watched the sun go down. "No seriously, how did I get lucky to have you has my wife?" Whoa someone is filled with flattery today. "Well, you aren't the only lucky one." I smiled. I picked up my phone and I put it on camera, I shifted a little bit to have a perfect view of my husband. "What are you doing?" He places head on his laps once he noticed I was taking pictures. He is so cute. I swiped changing it to video, his head still buried in between his thighs.

I love the part that he's not bulky muscular. My husband is so sexy. Is he dating girls at my back? It's making me an insecure jealous wife. l shake it away. I'm standing frozen gawking at him. I push myself out of my stupid daze. " Are you finding me, wife? " He asks. If I keep this hard and cold look in my mind. I wouldn't believe than ever that he was smiling with me last night plus flirting. " Yes, " I started walking toward him, " I'll be unable to go if you'll not be here," I say to him.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

“Which usually means you’re nervous.” I pull my hand back quickly. “I’m not nervous.” He leans slightly closer, lowering his voice near my ear. “You’re blushing.” That makes it worse. “I just woke up,” I insist, turning to face him fully now. “You can’t just stare at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like that.” His eyes soften a little, teasing giving way to something warmer. “I’m looking at my wife,” he says quietly. “Am I not allowed to do that?”

"It's like killing two birds with a stone." "What are you doing?" Rodriguez heard his wife question. He trembled a bit, caught unaware. What was she even doing here, he mumbled. His wife approaches him seeing how jelly he became. "Are you alright", She asked. "I am." He replied, placing the gun back into the drawer. He turned to face her, in hopes that she would stop her incessant questioning. "What are you doing here?" His wife sent him a puzzled look, "What am I doing in our bedroom? Rod, Are you sure you're ok?"

I had it all working just fine by the time Monday rolled around. When I got home Monday the wife wasn't around. I went to my computer to see what I had caught on the spy cams. I had a lot of my wife walking by, the dog walking by and even had the dog taking care of himself while the wife watched. She was lightly rubbing herself as she watched. I never saw her doing anything like that before. She was not the most sexual person. She was great looking and had a killer body but I was lucky to get sex once a week.

Many years later... I stare at my wife as she hums to herself softly, gazing out the large window to our backyard. Her fluffy red robe falls off one shoulder as she stirs her coffee before taking a small sip and setting it down. Already my cock jerks, wanting me to move closer to her. Neither he nor I was happy when we woke to an empty bed. I glance over at the clock, wondering how much time we have before the kids come running down the stairs. Probably not much since it's Christmas morning. Still, I'll take my chances. I know I won't get much alone time with my wife today. The house is going to be filled with family and friends, something I normally enjoy, but right now my mind only has one

However, she would peek at him from time to time. “If you want to look, just look. Don’t peek,” he said. Paige blushed again. She looked at him and wanted to defend herself, but she got too shy because she did peek at him. “I’m your husband. You can look at me however you want,” he said. Paige pursed her lips. “If that’s not enough, I can take off my shirt for you,” he said. “Stop it,” she said, afraid that if he continued, the conversation might escalate into sex.

I glanced at Maya who was grinning, apparently, she had caught up on the excitement that was evident in the room. "I can't wait for us to have some privacy so that I will show you what it means to be my wife." He teased me, but when I stared at his face it was void of the naughty smirk I was expecting to see. Wetness pooled between my legs as I imagined him thrusting in and out of me. I cleared my throat and swallowed, hoping that my cheeks weren't so red. "You have to be patient, husband, because we have a long way to go."

My wife loved having me suck and lick her freshly fucked pussy clean. Tonight, she asked me if I had any new fantasies. I have for years fantasized about watching my gorgeous wife being fucked by at least 2 other men while I watched. I also loved thinking about my sexy wife having sex with another sexy woman. My wife, Kim, knew of these fantasies and loved to tease and taunt me by talking about it – many times at inappropriate times. While out in public, we would see an attractive woman, Kim would notice me looking at her and then would whisper, "I'll bet you'd like to see me suck her big tits!" She would give a sexy, little grin and my cock would immediately stiffen in my pants.