My Wife Has Been Peeking At Me Novels & Stories

I whispered which only my wife could hear, but I only earned a pinch on my side. ‘Shut up.’ With an amused smile, I was about to morph when my wife tugged my arm and looked deeply into the woods. I saw the same shadow that she was looking at, and I nodded. I know what my wife wants, and I’m going to play the card of lure.

"Oh, Samantha! Aaah! You're such a great sucker! Aaah aaah! Fuck aaah!" I want to assure myself that I was not wrong. I slowly stood upright. I took a few steps towards the door. I was now holding the doorknob. The door is quite open. My eyes craved to see what my husband was doing. I shook my head because I am denying that Theron was doing it again. "Uhm! Uhm!" "Oh! Ah! Yeah! Shit, ah! Ah!" Here I am again, killing myself by peeping into the lewdness of my husband and his other woman.

“One more thing.” He paused, half-turning around, and I saw the flicker of curiosity in his eyes. I took a step closer to him, closing the gap. My gaze never wavered from his, my voice low and serious. “I’d really appreciate it if you stopped staring and ogling at my wife the way you've been doing the entire evening,” I said, letting the words settle, then added coldly, “It reminds me of a man who wants what he clearly can't have.”

My hands unconsciously went to my tummy and immediately I noticed that he was staring at me, I removed my hand immediately, he wasn't eating, just like the old days he always enjoys watching me eat instead of eating his food. “What are you looking at?” I glared at him pointing the fork to his face, he smiled and shrugged “I'm staring at my wife, she's so beautiful that I cannot look away from her, is it a crime to stare at my wife “I'm not your wife” “You're and will always be” I tore my gaze away from his and cleared my throat “Stop speaking nonsense”

After returning from my business trip, I pushed open the door and froze when I saw my wife, Nydia Cooper, on the couch. My face instantly turned red. There she was, dressed lightly, her posture inviting as she lounged on the sofa. When she noticed me, she gave a shy smile. My throat felt dry. Nydia and I had been married for seven years now. Back when we had just graduated college, we'd shared an intense, inseparable time together. But once I started my master's program, I was often away, living on campus.

But I do. And it ticks every part of me off. I hate that I do but I can’t help it. My wife is busy having dinner with another man on a non-friendly basis and I cannot stomach that in. Any man living in this country must have seen her on tv the moment we got married, so this person is either daringly bold to carry on with this date after seeing her in person or just plain stupid. I’m sure it’s the latter. The audacity has me baffled.

Did he need a drink or something? Alarmed, I headed to the kitchen. This could be an opportunity to cook for my husband. Getting there, I froze as I stood by the counter, hesitating on whether or not to call his name. He had his back on me as he spoke to someone over the phone. Uncontrollably, my eyes moved to his… butt. Anytime I had the chance to stare at him without his awareness, I loved to squander the opportunity. We were married but I couldn't gaze at him without being fearful. But now that he wasn't looking at me, I could stare at him till further notice.

“So… what do you think those two are talking about right now? Should we just eavesdrop like the old days?” I shook my head, a reluctant laugh threatening to slip out despite the lump still in my throat. “You’re impossible.” “And you love me for it,” she said, smug as ever. But even as we joked, my eyes kept flicking toward that closed office door — and the woman inside with my husband. “On second thoughts, Len. We can just go in and find out.”

And when I gaze up at her while my tongue merges with her skin, I realize that this predicament is suffered by the both of us. I ruin her as much as she ruins me. It makes me smile. My hands slip underneath her dress and find the waist of her underwear, pulling the stretchy material over her thighs until it pools at her ankles. I suck in a breath. I have seen my wife many times and in many different ways, but each time, it seems as though I am a blind man awarded an opportunity of a clear eyesight the first time in his life. It excites me to see my wife. It excites me to know that such an amount of wetness pools out of her because of me. It excites me to know that her pussy pulses with just

I smiled shyly once again and threw my eyes to stare at the floor. I felt my husband's fingers as they gently tilt my face up to stare at him. My brown eyes stared into his black eyes and we both knew what we felt staring at each other's eyes. I'm sure he can see the love blossoming in my eyes. I'm not good at hiding my feelings, talkmore of hiding what I feel for my husband. We are just so close and many naughty scenes are already playing in my head. We have been doing a lot of naughty things recently and I don't think it's bad. We are husband and wife and we have the right to do all those naughty things.