Novel & Cerita My Wife Has Been Peeking At Me

Her face was screwed up in obvious, illicit delight. I'll be honest, that made me a little more envious than usual. Seeing my wife's posterior so perfectly exposed to another man. The intimate glance he'd been given. The fact that she was letting him lick her made it even worse. It was another barrier broken -- another liberty I hadn't been granted. OK, so I'd tasted her a few times before. But it was nothing like what she was letting the toe-headed stranger take from her

She was shy at the same time she wanted to check out her husband. He came out of bathroom wrapping a towel around in his waist only to find his wife standing in front of him covering her eyes like a cute little doe. But looking at her cuteness his smirk turned into a chuckle finding her covering her eyes and saying meekly that she didn't see anything. 'Open your eyes TweetyBird.' His dominating voice made her stop from moving back. Like a doe she is, she made peek a boo once again and covering one eye with her palm, she looked at him opening her one eyes through her fingers.

And I can't seem to decide whether it’s because it's not everyday they see a powerful Mafia king or it’s just the scar on my face. The manager hurried over but I was more focused on my little wife, she looks so beautiful with her hair down, her brown eyes glancing around the room. “G—Good day sir” He stuttered. “How may I be of service?” “Oh yes, I want some dresses for my wife, something—” And then I saw him—a guy shamelessly checking out my wife like I wasn’t standing right there. I closed the space between us, pressing my chest firmly against her back. My eyes locked on his, and I watched the color drain from his face as recognition dawned.

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.

I use the entrance reserved for employees only because I don't want to go through the hassle of getting through all that crowd at the front waiting to enter the club. When I'm inside, it doesn't take very long to spot my wife who's wearing the thinnest and shortest dress in the whole room. Perfect. I can see various pairs of predatory eyes trained on her ass. It takes a lot of self restraining for me to remain where I am. I'd like to observe my wife from afar to know what she's really up to. There's no doubt she thought sneaking out of the house and making me worry along with ignoring my text throughout the day, is payback for leaving without a word the other day.

Her melodic voice suddenly caught my attention. I turned to look at her as I realized that she was sitting up at the edge of the bed looking really angelic. I stared at her but realized she had asked me a question. "It's one of her tricks." I said leaning on the door to take a view of my majestic wife. "What if it's not? She probably needs attention." She said to me. "So do I." I said back to her. "Huh?" She muttered. "In case you have not noticed, someone has been craving you since morning, wifey." I said to her as I drew away the towel. My erection was obvious right now and jutted out in front of me.

Concern tugs at my heart, and I quickly sit up, scanning the room for any sign of him. Then, my eyes land on him, standing by the window, gazing out at the rain falling from the heavens. He seems lost in his thoughts, captivated by the tranquil beauty outside. Without hesitation, I walk over to him, my steps light and purposeful. "Hey, Mr. Husband. Enjoying alone?" I playfully call out, slipping my arm through his left and positioning myself by his side, leaning against his shoulder. He turns his head, a smile lighting up his face. "Sleeping wife and showering rain. The perfect view," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and affection. I can't help but giggle, feeling a surge of contentm

Kushi POV: I peeked from my book and saw my husband was still busy in attending a business call leaning his head against the headboard of his seat. Since our private plane took off, he was engrossed in his business call. I passed my time looking at the passing clouds and reading the magazines which we were kept in front of me. Workaholic!! I muttered followed by a huff. His gaze turned towards me when heard my huff, he raised his perfectly sculpted eyebrow looking at me as if asking me what? Now he remembered he has a wife. I glared at him in return he gave me one of his charming smiles.

“Mm...” I look up and see that Jude is balls deep in our wife’s throat. I love the sight of it and continue to watch as I do my job on this end. Finally, when I think she’s stretched enough, I nod at my husband. With a final pop from her mouth, I don’t waste any time picking her up and then impaling her back on my cock as I lay below her.

I grabbed the edge of the desk to steady myself. “Oh my God…” I whispered shakily. My husband was masturbating to pictures of his brother’s wife.