Hotwife Voyeur Audiobook (Free)

Summary:

‘Hello?’ I stated.

‘Where are you?’ he asked.

He’s not modest. He’s not discrete. He is quite possessive … Jean Paul.

Where are you? What exactly are you doing over there?

He is not my husband, but sometimes he pretends to become my man. Not at all like you, John, you are my tolerant, open-minded, liberal spouse.

Jean Paul likes his women to obey him.

‘I have lunchtime on the roof terrace, in Chez Paulette,’ I said.

‘Jesus, lunchtime … it’s already after two o’clock.’

‘I’m free,’ I said.

He thought that was about Hotwife Voyeur decadent. He found that restaurant too expensive.

Fortunately, I married you and not him, John.

He’s more made to … play with.

Listen!

‘There’s a guy peeking at me,’ I told Jean Paul. Suddenly.

‘What? Where?” he said.

‘A man who sits opposing if you ask me. He peeks between my hip and legs. ‘

‘Between your legs?’

‘Yes! Or at my tits. Or on the light that hangs above my mind, I don’t know, he’s wearing shades. What perform you men look at when you fulfill a female? ‘

‘Is your face in his direction?’ Jean Paul asked.

‘Yes, my encounter, my bosom, my hip and legs, it’s all on the same aspect with me.’

I used to be kidding, but he wasn’t smiling.

He was too excited, angry, jealous, and curious. His breathing changed. His tone of voice became deeper, hoarse, unsteady. I bet his heart beat had gone up. I bet he previously a boner.

Like everyone else have finally, John.

‘What are you putting on?’ he asked.

‘A white clothing with buttons …’

‘Below that?’ he asked nervously.

‘A skirt.’

‘Which skirt?’

‘My denim skirt.’

‘Goddamn,’ he said. ‘Are you putting on panties?’

‘No!’

Silence on the other side of the line.

‘Hello?’ I said.

‘Murielle … Jesus … Fuck.’ he cursed.