44. Wife's POV

NOTE: This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.



I was a little anxious when I told him about going to Lina’s, and for a second I saw a hint of irritation cross his face. But... he didn’t say anything, just smiled. So I smiled back as well, because he deserves it for being such a nice husband. As long as he didn’t question me, I was free to leave.

Lina and I eventually found ourselves at the young neighbor’s house. He greeted us at the door and casually informed us there wouldn’t be any cooking lesson today because he had something to take care of outside.

Lina’s face fell with disappointment, and somewhere mine too—though our reasons for disappointment were different. But in the end, disappointment was still disappointment.

But almost immediately she perked up, flashing me a smile. ‘Well, since we’re here already, let’s just hang around for a bit,’ she said, lifting her brows as if waiting for my answer.”
“Yeah… that doesn’t sound bad,” I replied quickly, silently thanking her for saving the moment.

He didn’t object. He just gestured us inside and told us to make ourselves comfortable while he handled his things. The moment we settled in, Lina started whispering to me, her playful tone making my heart race. She leaned close, murmuring about how good-looking he was, how she could imagine the things he might do, and then, with that mischievous smirk of hers, she nudged, “Should I leave you two alone?”

I quickly shushed her, my face heating up as I tried to wear the mask of a proper, innocent wife. But no matter how much I told her to stop, her words kept hitting that raw place inside me. Deep down, buried beneath the little shame and denial I had still left, there was a part of me that wished she would actually do it. Not ask. Not tease. Just leave me with him and let the moment unfold.

Lina kept going on with her teasing which I was kinda enjoying. Every little thing about him seemed to spark a new dirty comment from her, whispered right into my ear with that sly smile of hers. She teased about the way his arms flexed when he stretched, how his eyes seemed to drift toward me, suggesting again, “Maybe I should give you two a little privacy.” But she never actually left. Not even for a second. Wherever I went, she was right there, like a shadow.

After a while it didn’t even feel like coincidence anymore. It was as if Lina was deliberately doing it, hovering close, watching me squirm, waiting for me to be the one to break and finally say those words: Lina, can you leave us alone. The thought burned in my chest, my pride fighting against my cunt’s raw ache. It was maddening.

Finally, she distracted herself with a stack of magazines, flipping through them lazily, not even noticing me anymore.

A chance.

My body reacted before my brain could stop it. I moved away quietly, each step slow, careful, as if sneaking into danger. My pulse hammered as my eyes searched for him, and there he was, just past the kitchen, standing a little ahead.

I looked straight at him, letting my eyes darken with lust, and folded my hands just below my tits, lifting them slightly so my boobs pressed forward, showing off the curve of my aching body without even realizing how dirty it looked.

My stare was heavy and teasing, silently inviting him, daring him to follow. God, I must have looked like the cheapest, filthiest slut alive, begging with nothing but my eyes and the subtle push of my chest. My legs trembled, but I forced myself forward, inching closer until I slipped into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and sipped the water slowly, my lips trembling nervously, my eyes locked toward the doorway, waiting, dying for him to step inside.

Would he come? Would he take the hint? My heart pounded louder with every second of silence.

The sound of footsteps reached my ears, making my nipples hard and twisting my stomach with thrill, only for everything to crash instantly when I realized it wasn’t him but Lina.

A pang of disappointment hit my chest, completely visible on my face.

She appeared with her cheerful face and that sly smile, laughing as she said, ‘I hope you weren’t disappointed.’ Her laughter made me a little annoyed, but I tried to play it cool and innocent, putting on a dumb expression as if I didn’t know what she meant. ‘What do you mean? Why would I be disappointed?’”

She moved forward, still laughing, and I tried to act clueless, pretending not to understand why she was so amused. I turned my face toward the window, and my stomach knotted with anxiety. My husband—he was out there, standing near the gate. I shifted little to my left, trying to hide myself from the view while my eyes remained nervously fixed on him.

He stood there for a few seconds, seemingly lost in thought, then moved forward. Lina, beside me, leaned close and said with a teasing lift of her voice, “Oh? Your husband. Let’s go and invite him as well.”

Panic flared in me, and I instinctively grabbed her hand. “L-Lina…” I stammered, my mind racing for a way to steer the conversation. “I wanted to tell you this… geez, I’m so forgetful. Anyway, I know about this new clothing store that just opened, maybe we could check it out sometime,” I said quickly, trying to change the subject before she could push any further.

Lina raised an eyebrow, smirking knowingly. “Oh really? A clothing store, huh?” she said, her tone light but with that hint of mischief. “Sounds like a plan…”

“Y-yeah,” I stammered, continuing the conversation, my mind racing to make sure she didn’t mention his name again. I shifted slightly, fumbling with my words, filling the silence with small talk about clothes and colors, anything to steer her away from the dangerous subject.

After a few more minutes of light, meaningless chatter, we finally agreed that it was time to head back. I felt a mix of relief and frustration as we left the house, my body still tingling from the earlier tension, wishing the moment had turned out different.

“How was shopping?” he asked, as I stepped inside the house. My heart pounded fast Shopping? I hadn’t told him that, and truthfully, I hadn’t even gone. But he sounded so normal, so genuinely believing I had been out shopping.

Did lina tell him that? Maybe... In a way, It’s better this way. Much better than admitting where I really went. I forced a smile and said, “Yeah… it was great.”

He watched me carefully, and then his voice softened. “Hmm… by any chance, were you two back before half an hour ago?”

A sharp prickle of anxiety ran through me. My pulse spiked. Half an hour ago… he’s trying to pin it down. I could feel my hands clench subtly at my sides, trying to keep my movements calm, to mask the rush of heat and fear swirling together. Keep it together. Just stay normal. Don’t let him see anything.

I tilted my head, keeping my face neutral, and forced the words out evenly, “No, of course not. Why do you ask?” My mind raced, scrambling for a way to sound innocent while keeping my lie intact.

It felt strange, so foreign, lying right to his face, pretending to be clueless, trying to fool him with my dirty secrets. I was nervous for sure, little guilty as well but there was also an unexpected thrill coiling in my stomach.

Had this always been me? Could I really be this person, hiding things from him, playing a part I never knew existed? Every word felt heavy on my tongue, and yet part of me shivered at the power in keeping the truth from him, at the secret I alone carried.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he said quickly, leaning back. “I could’ve sworn I heard Lina’s voice somewhere outside, but…” He scratched his head, sinking further into the sofa. “…maybe I misheard it.”

I swallowed, my throat aching as I forced my voice back “Yeah… you probably misheard it. How could you hear Lina’s laughter when we were out shopping?” I said, trying to sound normal.

But my body betrayed me. Some dirty sensations washed over me, my nipples aching, my cunt throbbing, and I realized just how pathetic I was. Lying to him, pretending to be innocent. It made me feel like the most disgusting cheating bitch alive.

God, I hated myself for enjoying this. I hated how my body was reacting, knowing I was tricking him, making him believe those lies.

All this while… that’s what I had done. I had fooled him while I was with the old man, and even now. I was worthless, a dirty whore who couldn’t control her own body or her twisted desires.

And yet, even as I berated myself, the shame only made the heat worse. I shivered, feeling every pulse of want as my own filthy thoughts made me ache, realizing I was nothing but a cheating whore pretending to be pure.

He nodded faintly, letting it go. Then he added, “Also, I met the old man earlier, by the way. He seemed in a little pain, so I was thinking maybe we should go together and see properly how he’s doing. He did say he’s fine, but still… it would be good, out of courtesy.”

My heart skipped a beat. My mind went briefly to the morning on the balcony. I had to bite my lip to keep the flush from showing. God, he wants us to go together… and I have to act normal.

I stayed quiet for a few seconds, my gaze flicking away before I returned it, careful to keep my face innocent. “Sure… yeah, we can do that,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though my pulse had picked up.

“Alright, maybe in a couple of hours,” he said, glancing at the clock.

I gave a small smile, forcing it to look light, and headed inside.

God, he still wants to visit that old man’s house… he want to take me there. It’s his fault if he does anything to me, because I am not going to stop him. It's his fault for putting me in this situation, for tempting me with the chance to give in again. If you keep pushing me towards him, don’t cry later if he takes what he wants.