My Wife Has Been Peeking At Me 소설 & 이야기

I knew in the month of January, my wife was enjoying the warmth of the duvet. I immediately snatched her duvet, making her wide eyes awake. My eyes traveled from her face to toe. Damn, how could she easily turn me on without doing anything? I crawled toward her like she was my prey. But before I could have moved further, she kept her hand on my chest. .

“We rarely talk about her so who am I to refuse a healthy inspo into your married life?” “Hear that? Sir Wicker chortles hard. “We all want to know, even Dove here.” He says, somehow finding the head of the raven to pat while it coos in response. I draw a breath. “Okay, fine. I don't know what you both are looking for but I promise you, it is nothing. She is my wife and it does not go more than that.” Or does it? I remember now the way she looks at me. Our time at the hill.

Bent almost at the waist, she leans one hand on the railing as her other hand moves towards her pussy like it's on autopilot. The sight Tim sees when he opens the bedroom door is his wife's ass rocking back and forth as she rubs her pussy while looking over the railing. Just like Paul, Tim has on a white terrycloth robe. It must be a guy thing. He walks to the railing and glances over in time to see Rhonda mounting her husband's fully erect cock. "Peeping Tom," Tim whispers as he runs his hand down his wife's back and caresses her smooth ass cheeks. Sharon is startled but doesn't stop rubbing her pussy. She just looks at her husband and raises her eyebrows.

GRAY’S POV I could not take my eyes off my wife when I saw her walking toward the seashore wearing only nothing but a two-piece. The last time I saw her wearing one was years ago, and we weren’t really close at that time. “Stop being a creep, man. You’re staring at her too much.” I blinked twice to pull myself together. Perhaps I might be looking like a creep right now as I continued admiring my wife even if I was meters away from her. How could I not? She was so gorgeous and I was sure I wasn’t the only one appreciating her beauty.

Then I snapped my eyes open to look at him in surprise and he kept on watching me closely while his finger remained on my face. “Someone could see us if the elevator opens” I said, hoping he would take a step back but instead, he smiled. “I want them to see. Afterall, you're my wife. I'm expected to touch you” he said sultrily and my throat suddenly went dry. This man kept trying me in ways I could never see coming and it was driving me mad.

I felt them—their curiosity, their judgment, their awe—and I didn’t give a damn. Let them see. Let them choke on their own speculation. This woman was my wife, and I was done pretending like that didn’t mean something. I was done letting cowards hide behind screens and whisper venom while she held her head high. I glanced down at her, catching the small smile tugging at her lips. “Still want to be lazy and hide under the covers?” I teased softly. She bumped my arm gently with hers. “Not when I have a whole office to conquer.”

He stepped between my thighs and whispered softly, "Do you want me to satisfy you, wife?" He said in a seductive tone. I swallowed hard and quickly glanced around. I knew it, he takes things too seriously when I tease him like that. Argh! What if someone sees us here in the house!? So embarrassing!​

She did the same and her bra comes with it; flying through the air, simply throwing it to the floor. I gulp because of the heavenly scene in front of me. I can't take my eyes off of her. And she must've noticed it when she teased me by biting her lower lip and taking her own panties off. "Are you just going to watch, my dear husband?" I shake my head to disagree, "Fuck, no. Hell no, Eve. I am never going to 'just watch'." I part her closed thighs as my eyes feast on her jewel. She just giggles. "I want to devour my wife right now. So, your husband is not going to 'just watch'. Will you allow him to do what he wants though?" My wife earnestly nods and grins. I thought so. "That's more like it

Like she forgot that we already have an actual priest's blessing and permission to live as husband and wife. Or I'm just half-delusional right now due to the constant lack of sleep, and she's not switching the topic only because she's trying to stay friendly. “It's not a problem anymore, believe it or not.” I comb some of my hair back and wait for her to look me in the eye. The moment our gazes lock, I snicker. My beautiful wife glances down and giggles. Her nose and smooth cheeks look even more pinkish now. “Good for you.”

“I texted you hours ago.” “I saw,” she says, brushing past me, heading toward the stairs. I move quicker, blocking her path. “So you ignored it.” Her nostrils flare. “I don’t have to respond to you every second of my day.” “You do when my assistant calls me telling me you’re at a Bel Air café meeting your ex.” Her eyes widen with outrage. “Oh, so now you have people spying on me?” “It’s not spying,” I bite out. “It’s called being informed when my wife is seen publicly with a man who...”