27. Wife's POV [Part 1]

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



We walked side by side, the buzz of the earlier cooking session still hanging in the air.

"So," Lina said, tone annoyingly casual, "you gonna tell me why you were acting like a high school girl who just walked into the boys' locker room?"

I blinked. "What do you mean?"

She turned her head toward me with a dramatic sigh. "Don't play dumb. You barely said two words in there. Avoided eye contact with him like it was contagious. You were acting weird. I thought you were gonna pass out when he asked if the food was okay."

I felt heat rise up my neck. Shit. Did I make it that obvious?

"I was just… shy," I replied quickly, trying to sound casual. "I get little awkward, that is all."

"Oh, I see," she grinned. "Is that why you kept fiddling with your hands and staring at the counter the whole time, lost in some wonderland?"

"I wasn't—" I started, but she raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

"Hm," she tapped her chin. "I'm starting to think there's something you're not telling me. A little neighborhood secret? Maybe a tiny crush?"

"Lina!" I gave her a wide-eyed look. "Stop it. Don't say weird things like that."

She burst out laughing. "Oh my god, look at your face! You're actually blushing. This is gold."

"I'm not blushing."

"Right. And I'm a nun." She smirked. "I mean… I did think you two had a bit of a vibe. Nothing big. Just—something."

"There's no vibe," I muttered.

She grinned and gave a sly tilt of her head. "Suuure."

I sighed and looked away. "You're being ridiculous."

"Maybe. Or maybe I've just got good eyes." She leaned in a little. "Anyway, I didn't know you had that side. Kinda cute, honestly."

I gave her a weak glare. "Seriously, cut it out."

She chuckled, clearly enjoying herself far too much. "Alright, alright, I'll stop... for now."

We walked the rest of the way with her still grinning beside me, like she'd uncovered some juicy little secret—even if there wasn't one.

Right?

Just as we reached the corner where our paths split, Lina suddenly stopped and blurted out, "Oh shit! Look at me, forgetting the most important thing."

She quickly started rummaging through her purse. "Thank god I remembered," she added with a grin, like she was about to pull out something secret or special.

She handed me a small plastic bag, casually pressing it into my hands.

"Here," she said with a wink. "Some sweets I bought earlier. Don't even think about saying no."

I blinked, a little surprised. "Oh—thanks. You didn't have to."

"Also, Remember—be on time tomorrow," she added, wagging a playful finger. "If you're late, I'll come get you myself."

I gave lina a totally dramatic and exhausted look on purpose, like the kind you give your friend when something's happening against your will and you have no choice but to say yes. That playful, exaggerated expression.

She let out a light laugh before heading inside.

I turned as well and stepped inside the house and found him waiting, a hint of concern on his face that eased as soon as our eyes met. I apologized softly, explaining I'd been at Lina's and lost track of time.

He didn't make a fuss, just gave me that easy smile and teased me about how well Lina and I were getting along. I smiled back, said I'd get lunch ready, but he just chuckled and asked me to take my time.

I could feel him easing last few days. The flicker of doubts were nowhere to be seen in his eyes. It... made me feel good.

The rest of the day passed quickly, filled with the usual routines—cleaning up after lunch, folding clothes, sorting things around the house. Nothing out of the ordinary. And yet… something felt different.

I noticed it in small moments.

Like when I bent down to pick up the laundry basket—there was a sudden, shameful tingle between my legs and how I found myself looking back quickly, wondering if anyone is standing behind me. Or when I leaned over to reach something in the back of a cabinet, and my breath caught for no real reason.

It wasn't just once or twice.

It kept happening.

My body felt warmer than usual, more sensitive. Things that never used to register now sparked the smallest, inappropriate reactions. I hated to admit it—even to myself—but it felt like some switch had been flipped.

And I was trying to ignore it. Trying to focus on anything else. Every time I pushed it down, it returned stronger.

I didn't want this. I was trying, really trying not to feed that side of me.

But it was getting harder to control.

It was next morning already. I quickly finished the chores, knowing I had to head out for the cooking lessons. If I got late, Lina would definitely throw a fit.

Well, it wasn't just because of her.

He is a great cook. Sure... there had been a few strange moments between us. Nothing obvious, nothing anyone could call out, but it was there. That undercurrent. That strange, quiet pull.

And really, I couldn't blame him either. Young blood, full of energy. At his age, it's normal to try and pull stunts like that. Hoping to get under the pants of a married woman.

And honestly, I think he already did.

That woman I saw that day on his doorsteps—yeah, she was married.

...How shameless.

Him... or that woman?

I took a deep breath to shake off these thoughts. Whatever. I'll just stay close to Lina and not think too hard.

That should be enough.

I informed my husband about heading to lina's place. I couldn't possibly tell him that it was actually the young neighbor next door. It would unnecessarily make him tense, and definitely not when he is starting to relax.

I walked around normally, trying not to overthink anything. As I neared the gate to the young neighbor's house, I spotted Lina approaching from the other side. She gave me a bright, happy smile, one of those excited ones that made it hard to be tense around her.

We reached the door together and knocked a few times.

A moment later, he opened it, greeting us with a polite smile and a small wave, stepping aside to let us in.

He led us toward the kitchen like before. Lina, as always, took over the conversation—chatting, laughing, throwing in her usual energy while I mostly listened.

Then he turned to face us, hands casually at his sides. "Alright ladies, today marks our first official cooking lesson. I hope to be a great teacher," he said with a slight grin.

Lina clapped mockingly like it was some grand event. "Oh we're in good hands, chef," she teased, nudging me lightly with her elbow.

I gave a small smile, y-yeah.

He handed us aprons, tossing one on himself with practiced ease. I took mine, already dreading the next part. I always had a hard time knotting it from behind. With a quiet sigh, I gave Lina a quick side-eye, hoping she'd get the message.

She smirked immediately and said aloud, "Chef, could you help her out?"

My eyes widened in disbelief. "Lina…" I whispered, but she just giggled and quickly stepped aside, pretending to busy herself.

He stepped behind me slowly. "Oh, you want me to help with the apron?" he asked, already catching the loose strings behind me.

Before I could answer, he pulled the straps back sharply to tighten them. The sudden force pulled me backwards a little, making my back hit against his chest. I froze.

"Don't move, please," he murmured calmly.

His fingers worked on the knot behind me. Tight. Tighter than necessary.

I swallowed as I felt the fabric clinch around my body, wrapped around my curves too tightly. My tits and stomach were both pressed forward by the force, clearly outlined under the apron. I could feel the tension all over again.

The outline was embarrassingly clear. My breasts pushed forward, my waist pulled tight, the fabric gripped me in all the wrong places. I could feel every inch of it. He walked off, his footsteps fading toward the counter.

I stepped over to Lina and leaned in slightly, keeping my voice low. "Can you loosen this a bit?"

She looked at me, confused. "Loosen what?"

I gestured vaguely at the apron. "This. Don't you think it looks... weird from the front?"

She blinked, gave me a quick glance, then smirked. "Nope. Looks fine to me. You're just thinking too much."

I opened my mouth to protest, but she added with a playful nudge, "Come on. Let's pay attention. He's about to start."

I gave a small nod, biting the inside of my cheek. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was just overthinking it. But still... it felt a little too snug