Wife Wants Husband To Watch Novels & Stories

Alexander replied curtly as he turned his body away. However, when he said that, a faint smile appeared on his face. He felt pleased knowing that his wife had been watching him all this time. Without realizing it, he suddenly wanted to perform his best and look as impressive as possible—someone his wife could be proud of. --- Meanwhile, on Elena’s side, She was sitting with the other women, who were currently whispering about her. Elena looked toward her husband with an adorable gaze. Her eyes were wide and round, and the only person she could see was her husband.

Not tonight. I walked closer, my bare feet silent against the polished floor. “At the gala… you were different. You were watching everyone like they were threats. And now you’re in here, brooding, pretending to read contracts you haven’t turned a page on in twenty minutes.” His gaze snapped up to mine, sharp and unflinching. “You’ve been watching me that closely?” “Yes,” I admitted without shame. “Because I’m your wife, Adrian. I’m not just some decorative piece you wheel out to smile at cameras. If something’s wrong, I deserve to know.”

Models, actresses, daughters of billionaires, even mafia princesses. Women who spend hours trying to impress me. But none of them manage to hold my attention for more than a few seconds. So why the hell can't I stop looking at my wife? My wife. The words echo inside my head, and something dark and possessive spreads through me like fiery stars. I watch her walk down the aisle, the gown flowing behind her with each step—slowly. Carefully. As if every step means something important. Most men trail their eyes over her hungrily, some swallow.

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.

, she said to her husband with a soft gaze and he smiled back at her while nodding his head. Her heart was aching seeing her jolly husband sad and worried like this. He hardly seems this stressed and even if he is he never let it come on his face. She was feeling bad for her husband and feared thinking about his health. Hiding her own tensions she asked one of her maid to bring water for her husband with some light snacks. She knows he won't touch anything but for his health sake she needs to make it happen. When the food arrived she looked at Farha who was silently staring the couple standing in front of them.

she said to me with an unfazed tone. "A friend?" I scoffed in disbelief, as I knew that she didn't have any friends, talk less of a male friend. She spends most of her time at home, so how on earth did she get a male friend who now takes her out? The thought of any man taking her out and spending time with her while we were still married only added to the anger that I was feeling. "And since when does a married woman have a male friend that makes her ignore her husband's call? " I thundered angrily at her.

– before he stood abruptly. "Excuse me," he muttered, already walking away from the table. But I wasn't watching him. I was watching my wife. The way her eyes followed him out, that flash of... something in her expression. The same look I'd caught glimpses of at the banquet. "See something interesting?" I asked her, my voice cold. She startled, quickly looking down at her plate. "I was just—" "Just what? Admiring the view?" The words came out as a snarl. "Is that what you do, watch other men when your husband's sitting right here?"

“Liviana?” The woman hums, chewing on a fry. “Yes?” She asks, staring past him at the screen and doing her best to avoid him by focusing on the ending of their movie. It takes no more than a moment for her view to be blocked, her husband jeopardizing her sight when he steps before her and crouches, leveling with her. She blinks. “Hey!” She complains. “What are you-“

She spoke, "And the husbands allow it?" "Encourage it, really. I'll only partake if the husband knows about it, and wants it to happen. It's a huge rush for most men to watch their wife cuckold them." He paused, and directed a follow-up question towards me. "What about you Mike? You seem awfully quiet, and you don't seem as shocked as your wife here." Mark asked.

To be honest, he don't even know what the show is, because his thoughts were flying in the air. “The Legal Wife?” she asked. "What?" Travis asked his wife confusingly, she pointed the TV. "Ah, I'm not watching actually..," he answered. "Really?? Why were you so focused watching it earlier? I saw you~” she said teasingly. Dahlia laughed at him and shook her head. They just watched it together, after a minute a scene flash on the TV. A scene where in the wife caught her husband hugging and kissing her bestfriend.