My Wife's Eyes and Her Desires: Part 1

Marta exercised a skill that I encouraged her to develop and I was surprised that the impact was more immediate than I expected

Your eyes are powerful; Pic by Hanna, Pexels

Marta always seemed to say so much to me using only her eyes. They were like magnets that drew me in when I first saw her in a neighborhood pub, although I was trying to watch the games on the large screen TV. She was there with friends from work.

Her eyes let me know when she was sad about something and when she wanted to cuddle, kiss, and slide together beneath the sheets.

The look she gave always struck me deeply and I wondered how other guys would feel if she gave them her look, a hallmark of her personality although she had reserved her sexuality only for me.

“Try it.” We were at a restaurant in the harbor and there was dancing. “Try to catch someone’s eyes. For me.”

She gave a nervous laugh. “Okay.”

I led her through a maze of tables and people crowding the bar and had her walk a few steps ahead and saw her make eye contact with a guy leading a woman to the dance floor.

He seemed struck by the visual contact and looked longingly at Marta while sliding a hand around the waist of the woman he was with.

“How’d it feel?” I held her close, whispering in her ear.

“Good.” She sighed and pressed her hips against my cock, now pulsing and throbbing in my slacks. She nibbled my ear and I could tell she gave another glance to the man on the dance floor.