My Wife Has Been Peeking At Me Novels & Stories

John's pov “Honey, are you not coming to bed?” I looked up from my laptop and my eyes came over to my Open office door. My wife was standing there staring at me seductively or it would have been so if I was in the mood tonight. But when was the last time I had been in the mood?

– before he stood abruptly. "Excuse me," he muttered, already walking away from the table. But I wasn't watching him. I was watching my wife. The way her eyes followed him out, that flash of... something in her expression. The same look I'd caught glimpses of at the banquet. "See something interesting?" I asked her, my voice cold. She startled, quickly looking down at her plate. "I was just—" "Just what? Admiring the view?" The words came out as a snarl. "Is that what you do, watch other men when your husband's sitting right here?"

How long will people misunderstand me? I huff, rubbing my forehead, furiously pressing the keywords when the door of the room opens with a soft click. I never have to look up to understand who tried to unlock my room's door but curiosity wins the best out of me and I raise my eyelids slowly to steal a glance at my wife. She stands in the doorway, looking around the room. Her pink lips are parted and her eyes are wide open like she never expected it. Such a priceless reaction! Why did she not? Doesn't she know what a couple does on the first night of marriage?

I could see the muscle in his jaw twitching… a tell I'd learned to recognize during our marriage as a warning sign. "You shouldn't flinch from me," he whispered, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "It's completely normal for a husband to see his wife. It's completely normal for me to change your clothes. We're married, Elena. We've been intimate countless times."

she thought. “Well, my dear husband, didn’t you say before… or the meaning of what you said before is that we are only a couple on a paper. And so peeking on my private parts is also not part of this marriage! In fact it’s the worst! Now, you are using the excuse of your conjugal rights!? How dare you put me on record like that!!”

I murmured. I was close, I started stroking my cock as fast as I could until I cum and walked back slowly to my room before she would catch me. **** My wife hasn't come back yet from her trip. We were sitting watching movies together, but my mind was not on the TV- it was with her. Last night's scene kept coming back to my head, and kept replaying itself. I couldn't take my eyes off her chest. Suddenly, she stretched backward, her hand hanging in the air, her head on the couch’s edge. I could clearly see her boobs since she was wearing a crop top. Fuck this girl will get me into trouble.

I would like nothing more than be their play thing…and as I look up…I see my husband watching through the small opening of the door. Oh my god.

he said, and his voice was even, almost tired. "You start throwing tantrums, you've done it before and you're doing it now." Something burned behind my eyes. I did not blink. "Why were you watching them?" I asked, and my voice cracked slightly at the edges, just barely, just enough. "If you weren't jealous, if there's nothing there, why couldn't you look away from her?" "She's my wife," he said. "She was sitting next to another man, of course I noticed her." The words hung in the air between us.

Because it’s not my wife I’m staring at. It’s my wife’s neice.

Atlas I watch my wife get ready for her stage appearance. She's the love of my life, my world. I chuckle and shake my head. “I have it on good authority that he’s obsessed with you and will continue to DM you perverted shit.” “Is that so?” She laughs. “Maybe I should start giving him private shows.”