Touch My Wife Novels & Stories

Then my lips. I sighed against his mouth, tired more than willing. When his hand reached for my robe, I didn’t stop him. I didn’t pull away. I just let go, allowing him touching me and when i was pleased,I did let out a moan, he had my permission . Because he was my husband now. And this was what wives did. “ Tommy …Promise me that you will make this work and you won’t treat me unfairly…” I whispered as he buried his face in my laps but he just lifted his head and he didn’t say anything, instead he just reached for my face to continue kissing him .

"But we need to talk. This divorce talk." I backed up until my legs hit the bed. "There's nothing to talk about." "That's where you're wrong." Another step. He was close now. Close enough to smell his cologne and soap. He reached out and touched my hair again. His fingers touched my cheek. "You're my wife. We made promises. You don't just get to leave." His touch burned. I pulled back. "You have everything you want. You don't need me."

"What will you do if she tries to touch me?" "I'll cut her hair and keep it in her hands." I furiously typed. "I don't think so wifey, Let's see. One more thing, I like your possessive side more than the fiesty one." His reply came. After reading his message I got a smile on my face. "You know my punishment.... Beware Mr. Husband." After reading this his smirk disappeared. Now, it's my turn to smirk. "Oye! You can't do this wifey. I can't live without touching you. Please have mercy on your poor husband," He sent the message with a sad emoji.

“She can’t escape me. She is my wife, and will remain my wife!” My fingers slowly slipped off the tablet. It hit the floor with a dull thud. B-But I couldn’t even hear it.

“W-What the hell are you doing?!” “Thanking you.” I put my hand above his hand that was touching my thigh and tried to brush it off but he kept on coming back and touch it again. “I think you forgot that I already own this part of you?” he said as he continues caressing my legs. “B-But someone might see us!” I said while looking around. “And so what? You’re my wife after all.” I heaved a sigh. I don’t think I can even stop him.

he opened his eyes this time. I should feel intimidated by his stares but I'm not. Instead I move forward closing the distance between us but we're still not touching in this new position. I pushed my chest out a little as I dared him. I am aware of how the top of my cleavage is revealing, showing a large quantity of my breast. I bring up my hand and place it on either side of his collar, dragging it down and tiptoeing until we're the same height. "To support you just like you wanted Sean. I'm here for you, I'll show everyone out there how much of a good wife I can be. I will show them we're perfect together and what made you come back to me" I leaned closer and whispered in his ears.

“What do you want?” She shrugged her slender shoulders elegantly. Then she leaned close to him, her hand touching his arm, lightly but intimately, like she used to do. He used to love it when she touched him. But after witnessing her touching another man, caressing his flesh and stroking his cock, it was quite different. Not this current guy. Another one. He couldn’t remember who he was now. He’d been a blur to James during the accidental discovery. He just remembered feeling the shock and then the anger and disbelief that his wife was fucking another man in their house. Well, her house now.

she asked, extending her trembling hand to Stone's chest. Stone took her hand and kissed it before placing it on his chest. "You're my wife. Of course, you can touch me anytime, anywhere, my snow. You don’t have to ask." May's smiling lips sent warmth coursing through Stone's heart. Especially when May ran her fingers, tracing lightly over his chest. The warmth turned into a fire, sending a rush of blood down his legs.

“Show me that sweet cunt.” Her breath catches in her throat, as her hands slowly drift back between her thighs. I can’t take my eyes off her fingers, the way they hover over her wetness, teasing herself so softly it’s almost unbearable. My cock twitches in my hand as I watch her touch herself, her fingers circling her clit. She's the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. "That’s it,” I encourage her. “Show me how my wife touches herself to the sight of her husband jerking off."

I smacked his chest playfully and pushed him on the bed before pecking him on the cheek. He pretended to shiver, like my touch had affected his last nerve. “Oh my God. When last did my wife touch me?” he teased, making me giggle awkwardly like a girl who just fell in love. Actually, I just fell in love, and I have every right to giggle. “So how are we going to go with the Alex case?” I said to him. He sat up again.