Touch My Wife Novels & Stories

I come back to life when Liam grabs me by my wrist and walks me out of the hall. ~ The ride home is quiet. Liam is sitting beside me, his face facing upwards and his eyes closed. My hand is still gripped in his. I don't think he'll let go anytime soon.. I make an attempt to pull my hand out of his grip but he tightens his hand around it again. 'My wife is my life' The words flashes across my mind and I can't help the heating of my cheeks. "Liam" I call gently. "Can you let go?" I ask, referring to my hand.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

Her voice is sympathetic and kind. “You don't need to be, it's not your fault, life happens,” I shrug, shrugging both the conversation, the last thing I to want is talk about my wife with anyone, or explain what happened at that event, “I still have some paperwork to do, you don't have to worry about the guy, I'll handle…” “I have something to say…” There's a way the words come out that does something to my chest. My brows furrow, “What is it?”

" Yes, yes yes. I'll do that but give me my phone" " Sure, once you remove the towel" " What? Are you serious right now? "Yes. Take the towel out of the bed" "You're my wife and I am your husband. You can take the towel out of the bed. Trust me, I'll be grateful to you" " Thank goodness you said I'm your wife, not a maid. I won't do it" " Give me my phone" " Don't come any closer. One more step further, your phone will go down. It's gonna crash, trust me"

How can you do everything without me knowing about it? I sat down at the edge of the bed. My wife loves me singing every time. She loves me when I do music. I know she will be devastated for a long time, when she knows about it. " She woke up," I stood up stiff hearing that she woke up. I quickly strided out of the cabin and rushed to her. She was waiting for me patiently in there. I hugged her as soon as I reached near to her. " You made it! My girl. You made it," I told her as I hugged her.

She threatened me by pointing her finger at me. “Let me make some things clear to you, Wifey. If you touch another man he will die. If you let any other man touch you he will die and if you say I can't touch you I will die. You are my everything. Don't forget you are still my wife.” “I think you should get check your brain, Mr. Ivanov.” I turned around to see Jasver walking forward towards us.

He said, grinning at me. " Don't you think I have a hot body?? Don't bother to deny it; you can't even avert your eyes easily. I know you want to look. C'mon, have a look. Here, see, I am for real, touch and see. It's ok, sweetheart... You are my wife. You have every right to touch me. " He said. " You should not talk to me like that," I said, turning away.

Too cute! “My wife is super adorable!” he murmured. With her looking like this, Sebastian couldn’t possibly concentrate on his paperwork. He could hardly help himself anymore as he reached out to touch her. He gently brushed his fingers against her nose, cheeks, and lips. It wasn't weird or anything; she was his wife, and he just wanted to feel her soft skin. It wasn't like he was trespassing.

My hard nipple grazed his chest, the friction of his hard body against mine igniting a fire I didn’t know how to quench. “You…you can’t touch me that way, I—“ “Why can’t I touch my wife that way?” He asked, his lips curling into a sly smirk. The faster I accepted my new reality as his wife, the better it’d be for me. “Do I need a written invitation to do that?” He continued. “N…No, but it should be consensual.”