Touch My Wife Novels & Stories

I paused beside her and reached down to let my fingers trail down the slope of her spine. My wife gasped. Her skin breaking out in goosebumps. And her physical response to my touch did something to me, I didn’t want to think about. I pressed my palm flat against her lower back, pushing her down until her breasts flattened on the carpet and her arse was lifted up. “Hmm. Stay like that.” I walked behind her and nudged her feet apart with my booted foot. I said, “Widen your legs. I want to look at my wife’s pussy.”

I brushed my hand lightly against her bare skin, and she shuddered. I smiled. God, I loved this. I loved how much my touch melted her. She blinked rapidly, her lashes fluttering as though she was trying to steady herself. That damned reaction of hers. It made me crave more. "Green," I murmured, my voice soft. "It’s your colour." My hand rested lightly on her waist, and I felt her body tense beneath my touch. She didn’t pull away, though. Not really. "You’re going to be my wife in a few days," I said, my voice dropping lower. "Why are you still nervous when I’m close? When I touch you?"

My voice came out steadier than I felt, though inside I was screaming. He didn't even bother to look up. His fingers continued scrolling across his phone screen as he lay there with his head on Anna's thigh. She ran her fingers through his hair with slow, loving strokes the same way I thought only a wife should touch her husband. Watching her hands move through his hair made my stomach twist with a pain so sharp I thought I might be sick right there. The same friend who had held me when I cried, who had celebrated my wedding day with tears of joy, was now here, in my bedroom, touching my husband like she owned him. They didn't even stop at the hotel, but now it had reached home.

I leaned towards him and suggested. “Here, Zalo, I*******m, etc., I will let you appear on all social networks, my wife.” The word "wife" is so dear. I leaned on his arm, staring at his beautiful fingers working on the phone screen to inform everyone about this hundred-year relationship. “This weekend, let's go home. Our home, where our love begins.” He turned off the phone and turned to look at me. “Yes, I will follow you.” I nodded and replied shyly.

Dia's POV "What are we doing here, wifey? Weren't we supposed to be in your office or some other site?", He questioned, clearly making me bit my lips. "Ac-tua-ll-y you know what a dead husband... My work is off today. So.. you know.. y-ou can have me for yourself till next morning, if I'm not wrong", I said in a husky seductive tone, roaming my fingers upon his chest while body pressed onto him.

“Layla, what can I do to make it go away, I don’t like these feelings when I see you with him, what should I do if you don’t feel the same, I am losing patience and it doesn’t make sense if I let you go and be with him, you are my wife and nothing, not even him can break us apart.” I expressed how I felt and wrapped her in my arms and we kissed as true lovers. I slid my fingers into her wet vaginal and for the first time I was touching my wife slowly when she moaned, I got so hard that I can make love with her out here but no, she is my wife and I need to respect her, she is not a whore I can just sleep with within any place. I whispered to her ears. "Dear wife, you are mine." She jumped on

Ryan immediately stopped him and grabbed him by his collar as he said to him, "Don't you dare to touch her. She is not yours. She is mine. She is my officially wedded wife." Jack started laughing and said to him mockingly as he brushed aside his hands and got himself free from his grip, " Well, I'm sorry to say that your officially wedded wife is my mistress." Everyone was dumbfounded hearing his ridiculous words as they looked at him with disgust. Nichole started crying and Ryan who had been holding back his anger till now lost his temper and threw a punch in his face and said to him in a fierce tone, " Dare you to say that again."

She smiles. Edward’s wife gives her a smile so sweet that it could give cavities. “Be careful, especially with who you surround yourself with. Goodbye Mrs Shaw.” Then she walks away, her husband following in tow after with a wave to them. “Enough ladies, let’s go home now.” Noah calls out from the side.

Ava and Matt continued bickering at each other like small children fighting for one toy, but they halted immediately they heard a voice. "You do not know me?" A sexy, calm and powerful voice said, chuckling. Few minutes ago..... Few minutes before Ava and Matt started playing..... "Are you okay? Do you feel any pain?" Ava asked. "I am fine, sis... I" before Matt could continue, they were interrupted by a phone sound and it sounded like a message. "Who is it?" Matt asked, looking at Ava. "I do not know, let me check," Ava said. She put her hand in her pocket and brought out her phone. She clicked on the message and she immediately shouted.

"Stop! Please stop. No matter what, he's still my husband." Her words only made things worse. Someone in the gallery shouted, "He's an animal! Don't pity him, Hazel!" Court security quickly restrained those who had lost control. When the crowd finally settled, I was lying on the floor, my body twitching. "Dear, are you alright?" Hazel kneeled beside me, pressing her hands against my chest, shaking me desperately. "Please be okay! I'll agree to the divorce, alright? Your well-being is all that matters!"