My Wife Has Been Peeking At Me Novels & Stories

"There's nothing gentle about me." "But you are oh, so manly." She waggles her eyebrows, grabbing onto both of my biceps. "This is what I missed. Your sparkling wit." "Wrong. You missed pinning me up against the counter in our kitchen. You missed seeing me down on my knees in front of you." I release a soft, strangled growl. "Yes, wife, that's exactly what I missed." "You missed watching me while I work out. Don't pretend like I haven't noticed. Not that I mind. It's flattering, the way you look at me. I've never felt seen before."

I groan, glancing at my rock-hard cock that’s threatening to burst out of my briefs. “What? No… I promised her. Plus, this is one of the rare times I’m letting you out, so get up.” She switches the lights back, grabbing her robe. I groan and her eyes flicker to my groin. Her jaw drops. “Hide that, I’m going to get the door,” she says. “Kiss me first,” I beg—I don’t care, I’m pathetic when it comes to my wife.

The sounds of a woman's screams and my husband's moans pierce through the silence, confirming my worst fears of his disloyalty. I cautiously push the door open, the hinges creaking softly as I peer inside. My heart sinks as I witness the painful sight before me: my husband engaged in a passionate encounter with another woman on the bed. They are both undressed, lost in the moment as he thrusts into her from behind.

The anticipation was killing me. As we walked down the street I noticed that guys couldn't take their eyes off my wife. Her long, shapely legs were on display and her tits bounced freely under her dress. The slight wind was in front of us and pressed the top of her dress against her tits making them more visible through the thin cotton material. I was proud as hell and so was she. I also noticed that women were looking down at her legs then giving my wife dirty looks. I figured they were just jealous at her for showing so much of her thighs but then I noticed that with so many buttons unbuttoned on my wife's dress, not only was she flashing a lot of her long legs and thighs but with every st

We unintentionally locked our gaze. “James, I…” She tried to stand up but I pulled her back. “Speak, I'm all ears. What was your meeting about?” I asked seriously. She rested on the armchair while I leaned above her, our gaze locked and she was unable to free from my grip. “Are you being jealous right now?” She muttered nervously. “Why wouldn't I be? I'm your husband.” I reminded her. “It's only these past few days you are acting like one.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

I lift my gaze trying to make out why they are so excited, but I regret it as soon as my eyes see what or rather who is causing so much talk. MY wife is walking out of the private field in fucking black leggings that are tight (fucking tight) on her body, not to mention the white top that looks like someone ran a knife on the sides, because you can see all the top that is underneath She walks normally towards a water fountain as if she wasn't the center of attention, to tell the truth I don't think she even noticed that everyone was looking at her What makes me more angry is the fact that these pussies are looking at MY wife, in addition to the fact that she is so absent-minded, what if it w

Late. Enormous. The way it always did. Crashing in behind the wanting instead of ahead of it the way it was supposed to. I was a married woman standing in a dim room with another man’s taste still on my mouth. Somewhere across the city my husband believed I was with Priya. None of that had stopped for even a second while I’d been kissing Kelvin Rae like my whole body had been waiting four years to do it. “I have to go,” I said. “Anita—”

I watch his broad back, curious to know what he's doing. “Today is very special for Emma and me. You're familiar with how much I dote on her, right?” I twitch restlessly, thankful he isn't looking. Well, my lack of response spurs him to look over his shoulder at me. “You do know how much I love my wife, don't you?” I nod pensively, my voice cracking when I add, “I do.” I don't need to look to know there's a smile in his eyes. “That's good, baby sis.”

"Nobody's forcing you to work. You don't have to." Piper always took her mother's side, and this time was no different. "Yeah, Dad. What else can you even do besides sit around the house? Just listen to Mom." Nobody remembered that it was Renee who talked me into being a stay-at-home husband. Nobody knew I'd given it all up so she could chase her dreams. Nobody saw any of what I'd done. I stared at the two of them, frozen, and something inside me finally snapped. "Enough. What I do with my life is none of your concern."

I discreetly peered at Miguel, who had his entire focus on the Television. Occasionally, he would sigh, and that was all. I crossed my right leg over my left and leaned on the cushion as I tried not to pay much heed to my husband. Most times he will glance my way. Perhaps, he was checking if I was still watching the movie with him. Oh, stop looking at me. I wanted to say, but couldn't bring myself to do just that. There was no telling what my stony husband might do to me.