Touch My Wife Novels & Stories

“We are strongest together. That’s what he’s attacking. Not just our company….us. So we fight as us. Not just business partners. Husband and wife. Mom and Dad. Family.” Bella looked at him and saw the man she fell in love with years back and still the same one she is in love with now, the one who stayed, the one who tried, the one who loved her even when things were hard. Some of the tightness in her chest loosened.

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?”

It made her feel sick and ashamed all at once. "I’m going to watch you," Julian whispered. His voice dropped, sliding under her skin. "I’m going to watch the way you walk. The way you cry. The way you try to manipulate everyone in this house." His eyes narrowed. "And the moment you slip up the moment I find proof that you pushed my father over the edge I will destroy you." He lifted a hand. Mary flinched before she could stop herself. But he didn’t strike her. Instead, he reached out and traced the line of her collarbone with a single finger. The touch was light almost absent but it seared through her like fire. Her skin burned where he touched her, her breath stuttering helplessly.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"Yes, I am fine, just that I don't see myself looking at any other lady all I think about is her, I think she bewitched me or something," "That's just your guilty mind, and about my wife and me, we de..." "Wow, she is a wife now, that's nice, I knew something would happen, you were on about a marriage for the show, and now not up to a week later, you are going the 'my wife way," "Okay, dude shut up, at least I am not the only one who can't keep my hands away from a woman I shouldn't be touching," I said, I didn't know how he would take my joke and considered apologizing right after I said it but he butters our laughing.

"Enough, Jerome. No matter what, you don't touch my kids. I can—" Smack. I hit her full force. She went down hard. Talia clutched her face and screamed. "Disgusting. You made me dirty my hands." She'd never been humiliated like this in public. Her glare turned vicious. "If you're done, get out. My husband's merciful—otherwise, you'd already be in cuffs. Be smart and leave. Or I'll cut off your allowance. Don't come begging later." "So you think money makes you untouchable? You're unbelievable."

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Tristan's POV The feeling of admiration surged in my belly when I saw my wife, Alyssa Arnold, dancing beautifully in the living room. The impulse to get up and grab her waist was so strong and almost impossible to control but I did. And I swear, if not for Clara's intervention, I would have pounced on her after catching a glimpse of her fresh coochie. I just realized how much I have missed my wife. We've been married for two years yet I have only touched her once.

With a sly smile, my husband fondled my breasts and I bit my lower lip and moaned loudly. "Seeing my wife in someone else's arms just drives me crazy. I can't bear it! I fucking can't." He said slyly. Fuck! My husband looked so sexy in his intimidating avatar especially when we were drenched in warm water, locked up in a shower cubicle. His hands released my boobies and I wondered where they were going to travel next. "I need to make you realize, you are mine! EXCLUSIVELY MINE! Nobody else can touch you." He said gravely and my eyes went wide when his hands crept down my black lace underwear and pushed it down

With her smile, she turns to glance at the water again. He gives me a wink before turning and walking with them. It makes my stomach flutter. I look at his back with guilt hidden inside me. I don't love him. I'm his wife and we're more than just a couple. He's so gorgeous with a model look. Do I let him touch me? His touch makes me perplexed. My mind tells me to push away from him but my body is comfortable with him. There's a lot of pictures of us together. I have seen myself in it with him. I'm looking at him as I love him more than anything in this world. How could it be? Was my love for Sam so weak that I forgot him and moved on? No! It can't be. I can never do that. I'm a one-man girl.