28. Dinner [Part 1]

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

This chapter is a testing chapter. Let me know your honest opinion. I had to make few changes since there was lot of comments on the last chapter. Based on the feedback for this chapter, I will shape the next chapter. So make sure to comment.




Next Day

“Are you ready?” I called out from the hallway.

“Almost,” she answered.

“God, you take too long,” I muttered with a half-smile, dropping down onto the couch and scrolling through my phone.

A few minutes later, the sound of her heels clicked across the floor. I glanced up — and my mouth just… stayed open.

She stood there in a long-slit dress. The dress fitting her body so perfectly, outlining every curve. Her left leg was visible through the opening, drawing my eye all the way to the inner side of her thigh, the slit stopping just short of where her thigh met her waist.

She gave a small, nervous spin to show me how it looked.

*Twitch*

Fuck, she looked so damn hot in that dress.

I could feel my cock twitch under the pants, slowly getting harder. I was the one who bought this dress for her, so I guess I can take a little credit for how stunning she looked in it.

But right on the heels of that arousal came a sting in my stomach. This wasn’t a date. We weren’t going out somewhere private. We were going to sit in someone else’s dining room, surrounded by other people. People who would see her like this. People who would look. The thought made my chest flutter with little nervousness.

She stood there, a hint of nervousness in her expression, waiting for me to say something.

“I–I thought you didn’t like that dress,” I said, forcing a normal tone, though my voice caught halfway through. She’d told me before it was too revealing, too much for her taste. And yet here she was, looking like… this.

I couldn’t tell if the unease in my gut was because she looked so damn hot… or because other people would notice too, maybe even have some dirty thou–

N-No, what the hell am I thinking? She looks good. Remember what Lina said. Yes. If she feels comfortable enough to wear this, I shouldn’t have a problem with it. She’s allowed to feel good about her body. I don’t want to ruin the confidence it took for her to try on this dress. I don’t want to be that asshole.

She hesitated, her voice low. “I-I thought… I’m sorry. I’ll just go and change.” She turned toward the bedroom.

I shot up from the couch. “Wait—you look really… gorgeous, I swear. You don’t have to change.”

Her eyes lifted slightly, a shy smile spreading at her lips. “R-really?”

“On God,” I said, walking toward her. “I was just little caught off guard since you said before you didn’t really like this one, that’s all.”

She looked down, still smiling faintly. “Y-yeah, you’re right. I jus—”

“I mean,” I cut in gently, “our tastes can change over time, and that’s okay.” I leaned in, slowly pulling her closer to me. “Seeing you like this… honestly makes me want to cancel going there for dinner and just have you as my dinner instead.”

She pulled away playfully, her cheeks flushed. “Come on, we’ll be late.”

As she walked toward the door, I couldn’t help rubbing my hand over the bulge in my pants, my eyes locked on that perfectly shaped ass. She looked spicy enough to burn.

She paused, turned back with a teasing smile. “Let’s not be too late for dinner… or you might miss out on the special one too.” She added a playful wink.

“You naughty girl,” I said, grinning as I followed her out.

*Knock* *Knock*

“Welcome!” Lina’s husband boomed, loud enough to make my eardrum throb.

Lina hugged my wife, and I followed her husband inside. He led us to the couch, while Lina was throwing tons of compliments over my wife—then shot me a sly thumbs-up along with a knowing expression. Probably her way of saying good job for letting her wear what she wanted.

We all started chatting, laughter bouncing around the room, when a sudden knock came at the door. Lina quickly stood up, and I turned to her husband with a confused look.

“Was someone else coming too?” I asked.

He smiled and gave me a solid pat on the back, enough to make me shift in my seat “Of course.”

I rubbed the spot, half from the sting. “Oh? Who is it?”

“It’s the young guy who lives right beside you” he said casually. “You probably already know him, don’t you?”

Young guy? The thought flickered in my head. Is it that cocky dude?

A strange unease began bubbling in my stomach.

The door opened, and he walked in with a polite smile which felt very forced. My eyes followed his, and his eyes were unnescessarily... longer on my wife. He gave her a small smile, like he was impres–

“So,” Lina clapped her hands, loud enough to stop my thoughts from spiraling. “I’m sure there’s no need for introductions since we all know each other, right? This is our first neighborhood get-together, and I hope it’s just the start of many more. This boring place could use a little fun, don’t you think?”

She grinned, drawing out her words. “Sooo… let’s start the partyyy!”

Lina strolled over to the speaker and hit play, filling the room with music. She grabbed my wife’s hand, pulling her toward the open space, while her husband grabbed mine and practically dragged me to join in.

Lina’s husband had a body like a damn wardrobe. Broad shoulders, thick chest — the kind of build that could block out the sun if he stood in front of you. And tonight, unfortunately, he was my personal eclipse.

The music started thumping through the speakers. Lina pulled my wife toward the open space in the middle of the living room, laughing as they moved. I instinctively took a step forward, wanting to see her… but suddenly, Lina’s husband was right there in front of me, clapping me on the shoulder hard enough to rattle my teeth.

"Come on, man, dance with me!" he said, shuffling me back like I was a kid being told where to stand for a photo.

I tried leaning left— nothing but his back. Leaning right— the guy shifted too, blocking me again like we were playing some kind of weird defense drill. He shifted when I shifted, either by accident or on purpose, I couldn’t tell.

Inside, I started cursing him. Damn it, move your fridge-sized body out of the way.

For a second, I gave up and tried to just nod along to the music, pretending I was fine with it. But then… there it was. A gap.

Then, through a small gap, I caught a quick glimpse. My wife — her body moving with the music. But there was something else… a hand. On her waist.

My stomach churned.

I couldn’t see who it belonged to — maybe it was Lina’s, since she pulled her to dance together? Yeah… probably Lina. Still, something didn't sit right… the way her back arched slightly into the touch… it made my pulse race.

I leaned a little more to the side, just enough for another peek. The hand slid from her waist to the smooth curve of her stomach, fingers spread, holding her in place as she moved. Her stomach tensed visibly, almost like a shiver went through her.

And in that instant, an old memory flashed in my mind — that time when Ray had danced with her, right in front of me. That dance which made me feel pathetic and helpless all at the same time.

No… I swallowed hard, trying to push the thought away.

I tried to step closer, but the human wall in front of me chuckled and clapped to the beat, forcing me back. Another gap opened — this time I saw her bending forward slightly, laughing, one leg sliding to the side, and a hand trailing dangerously over inside of her thigh. My chest tightened again.

My breathing grew faster. I told myself it had to be Lina. But then… I scanned the room quickly. He was nowhere to be seen. My gaze darted back to her.

No. He wouldn’t…

The thought hit hard at the back of my skull. Was he over there? Dancing with her? Touching her like that? My breathing was all over the place. That buried feeling I’d tried to keep locked away for so long… was clawing its way back to the surface.

She should be dancing with me. I’m her husband.

But that guy… he’s shameless enough. He’d probably try it. The more I thought about it, the more my hands curled into fists at my sides.

I tried to get around the wall[Lina's husband] in front of me, but he laughed again and shoved me back into place, still blocking my view. My eyes darted, desperate for another glimpse.

When I finally caught one, it was worse — his hand was still there on her stomach.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

No… why is my heart beating so fast? My chest felt tight, my skin hot. It’s… just like that day.

Another flash of Ray’s hands on her.

No. Stop it.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it only made my heartbeat more obvious. My eyes locked on her again through the crowd, my mind racing.

Is she enjoying it? Dancing with him?