Seeing every inch of her

**~Camila’s POV~**

It’s infuriating to have to go out every time. I’ll have to hunt for a rental office. I’m not sure what that woman wants, but she is definitely up to something. I value my privacy. No one knows the face behind CAMMY designs, and I’d like it to remain a mystery. I sipped the last of the coffee in the cup and requested my bill from the waitress. I’ve established myself as a regular at this coffee shop. The waitress smiled at me as she handed me the bill, and I paid and drove home. When I returned home and began cooking, I asked Mary to assist me with setting the table. Claudia descended just as the front door opened, donning a really stunning evening gown that revealed her ample boobs. I’m not sure if this is to prove to me that she has larger boobs than mine or to show Chris what he is missing. I chuckled under my breath. She’s trying way too hard these days. Chris gave her a passing glance, seemingly oblivious to the way she pressed her breasts together while seated next to him. I’m just wondering why she keeps pressing her boobs every time. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and shift my gaze away from her. I have to look at anything but her. He walked up to me and kissed me,

“How was your day?”

“Not bad and yours?” I said as I returned the kiss.

" It was full of unnecessary meetings, but I survived.” He remarked.

To be honest, kissing had become our new method of convincing Claudia that we were a couple, which I know won’t lust as my husband can still sleep with her. After he finished eating, Liam and I headed upstairs. I tucked him into bed and I read him a story. I made my way to my room. I was exhausted and needed a soak. I poured water into the bath and entered. I relaxed and drifted off due to exhaustion.

**~Christopher’s POV~**

I contacted Robin to ensure that everything was in order and prepared. I really want to do something for my wife. I hate the idea of marriage but Camille has been a great wife, not even Claudia came close to being a great wife. Claudia and I only fucked throughout our marriage, but Camille makes this house feels like a home. She makes me wanna come back home early even though we are not a real couple. Robin confirmed that everything was in order. When I entered my bedroom, I noticed that my little wife was not in bed. Don’t tell me she’s sleeping again in the bathroom.

*Why does she feel the need to complicate matters for me?*

I could see her hair was still dry when I opened the bathroom door. She has not bathed. I removed my tuxedo and repositioned my shirt. I gently shampooed her hair without waking her up. I sponged and smeared it with soap before beginning to scrub her body. I thoroughly cleaned every inch of her body. Believe me, at this point, I know every inch of Camille’s body. Due to her continual sleeping in the bathroom, I took a shower, put a towel around my waist, and carried her naked body to bed to dry her off. Her eyes opened while she was still naked as I carried her to bed in bridal style. Our eyes locked, complicating things even further for me. My wife did not shy away from nakedness. She simply gazed at me without speaking. I dried her damp hair with a towel, and all she did was sit on the top of the bed and stare at me naked. I use a blow dryer to dry her hair. I’m simply wondering why her cheeks aren’t blushing right now, while I’m hot as fuck and struggling to restrain my ego. I rubbed her body lotion onto her skin. I began with the face, then moved on to the hands, and now I worked my way down to the sensitive parts.

*Fuck!*

This is going to be hard. What gave her such a guarded demeanor, I then began massaging and applying the lotion to her breasts. I heard her utter a little moan. I grinned. I was going to be terrified if my presence had no effect on her. I then rubbed the other pair, and the moan became slightly louder this time. I chuckled quietly. As I was ready to rub the lotion, my hand slipped towards her sex. I was greeted by a puddle of dripping juices. She was dripping wet. I wish I could bury my head between her thighs and lick her clean right now.

*Fuck! Chris, you need to develop some self-control! How am I going to clean her pussy when she is staring at me like that? How is it that my wife is so intimidating?*

This girl in front of me is simply sitting and staring at me, without speaking a word. I’m not sure what I’m going to say.