49. Wife's POV [Part 2]

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




It wasn’t me but my throbbing cunt that moved my leg, careful and slow, until it brushed against his. Of course, I am not talking about my husband... but that fucker’s.

It was embarrassing, it was shameful, but I couldn’t give a shit. The urge for a little fun hit me so hard I couldn’t fight back.

I found his leg and began circling over his foot with my toe, making sure he felt every ounce of my desperation. My mind was focused to the movement under the table while my eyes stayed fixed on the plate in front of me.

He moved his leg forward, a little shift that told me he had acknowledged my efforts. No... not just acknowledged, but... also enjoyed.

That tiny nudge was all the permission I needed, it was his way of saying, keep going, bitch. And inside my head, I nodded obediently, like a worthless pet, happy just to have my efforts noticed.

I even thanked him for moving his leg forward when he absolutely didn’t need to make it easier for me.

How considerate of him ❤.

Inch by inch, I started my way upward, crawling slowly toward my favorite meal, the one I was craving more than anything.

And knowing he was enjoying it gave me a twisted sense of achievement. Bet he wanted to fuck me right here on the table, in front of everyone.

... Too bad… he can’t. Though, I wish he actually tried. Noone could have stopped us.
I repeat— NOONE.

All he has to do is just say a single word and
given how deeply aroused I was, I would lay myself on this very table, legs spread wide, hands stretching my cunt open, begging for that cock.

And then... I would look straight into my dear husband’s soul, seeing the confusion, the shame, the helpless torment in his eyes as he tries to make sense of what was happening. And by the time he realized the truth, he would not find his wife. He would find a woman letting out submissive cries as she gets pounded without mercy.

A-Anyways, that's just... a fleeting fantasy, just my mind running wild... too wild, I guess.

Now, getting back to the current situation, where I press my foot lustily over his cock. The night was ending, and this was the most I could do for him, a silent thank you for giving me a night to remember, and that too right infront of my husband, and hopefully... many more to come in the future.

I pressed again and again over his cock, teasing myself with the hardness beneath the cloth. But soon, it started to feel off. There was a noticeable difference in the size. No… maybe I was imagining it, maybe the clothes were making me misunderstand. Still, I needed to be sure.

Without grabbing hard, I let my toes curl around it, my finger and toe tracing the outline carefully. My heart pounding louder with every drag. That shape… I knew it too well. Recognition hit me like lightning, and the sudden shift of his leg confirmed my suspicion.

My husband.

Shit.

I froze, my eyes snapping at him, only to find him staring back at me, clearly aroused, his face carrying that unmistakable look of satisfaction.

And in that instant, it hit me. All this embarrassing effort under the table, every teasing rub and dirty touch, had been for him. Of course, a decent wife should have felt happy about that. But not me. I wasn’t decent anymore. It hadn’t been meant for him, it was for him. For the one I wanted.

Fuck, no.

A wave of irritation twisted in my chest, a sharp edge cutting into the haze of arousal. Why did he have to look so damn satisfied, like I had just given him a gift? He didn’t deserve that. Not me like this. Not this dirty side of mine.

I forced a smile, broken and weak, and pulled my leg back quickly, retreating after just making a fool out of myself.

The dinner continued, and I could feel his eyes on me again and again. He was sneaking glances as to assure me he liked what I’d done. To me, though, it felt like he was making fun of me, so I just embarrassedly averted my gaze.

By the time plates were cleared, I was dying to leave. But before we could, Lina’s husband invited my husband and the young neighbor for drinks. Lina, with her ever-mischievous smile, leaned into me and dragged me to a room. “Come on, no point in us watching them down glass after glass. Let them have their fun.”

She sat on the bed, crossing her legs neatly. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Enjoying yourself?”

I gave her a polite smile, keeping my voice smooth. “Of course.”

She laughed softly, leaning back. “I mean, I can see it all over your face, you are having a blast, don't you?

Something about the way she said, made me little nervous. “O-Oh, is it that visible? I mean… all the games and dinner, they were fantastic.”

Lina tilted her head, smirking, then got up and walked toward a drawer. “You mentioned your throat was hurting, right?” She started rummaging through a bag of medicine.

I raised my hand lightly. “Oh, don’t worry about it, I can manage.”

She let out a soft laugh, her eyes glinting. “Well, I wouldn't be so sure about that…” Pulling out a small packet, she stretched her arm toward me, voice low. “You should take it. Otherwise, you might not be able to enjoy yourselves later~”

My eyes narrowed a little at her words. “What do you me—”

But before I could finish, she pressed it into my hand, cutting me off with a knowing smile. “You’ll thank me later.” With that, she lay back on the bed, folding her arms under her head, as if the conversation was already over.

I stared at the medicine, her words weirdly buzzing in my head. Throat medicine? Ok, it will help my throat… Thank her later? Couldn’t enjoy myself? I looked at her, then at the packet again, realization dawning on me. She was probably hinting for the time I might have with my husband later. If my throat was sore, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it properly. That makes sense.

My throat clenched as another thought crept in. If my throat gets better… and if I could get another chance... I could comfortably choke on that cock again…

I tore the packet open, grabbed the bottle, and swallowed the medicine in one go. I sat back down beside Lina, giving her a small smile. “Thank you….”

She cracked one eye open, lips curling in that sly smile of hers. “Don’t mention it.”

We drifted into small talk, my nerves slowly settling as we chatted. But then, a sudden knock at the door pulled our attention. Lina jumped up, smoothing her dress as she went to open it.

The moment the door cracked, her husband stumbled inside, clearly drunk. Without hesitation, he pulled her close, one hand clamping down hard on her ass. Lina gasped but melted into him instantly, their mouth all over each other as his grip kneaded her roughly.

The sight only made my body heat up, a dirty throb stirring low in my belly. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop watching as his tongue pushed into her, his fingers digging into her ass.

And then, in the middle of it, Lina glanced back at me, her lips still pressed to his. Her eyes locked on mine, and she pulled away just enough to murmur with a teasing smile, “Enjoy yourself.”

With that, they stumbled off toward their bedroom, still clutching each other.

The second they disappeared, I realized I wasn’t alone. Someone else was standing there in the doorway.

The second I realized who he was, an invisible punch landed straight to my womb, a deep, aching throb that stole the breath from my lungs. My stomach light with butterflies, my breath came out ragged, and a hot shiver raced down my spine, like my body realized... It's finally about to happen.

I crossed my legs, useless against the wet heat that flooded me, and my lips curled into a smile on their own. I could almost feel it, the weight of him inside me, the brutal rhythm of being pounded like the whore I was quickly becoming.

My heart pounded louder and louder with every step he took closer, every nerves of my body on fire. I shut my eyes, bracing myself for what was about to come.

It was him. And soon... Inside me.

The first thing I felt was his grip on my neck, firm and tight, almost made me cough. My eyes fluttered open just as his body loomed over mine, his weight pressing down, his presence swallowing me whole. Both of my arms were pinned easily by just one of his hands, leaving me at his mercy. His glare dug into me, sharp and intense, and I couldn’t meet it—I tilted my head to the side in shame, cheeks burning, silently giving him permission to do whatever he wanted.

‘Your husband…’ he muttered. The words sliced through the haze clouding my head, and my face twisted instantly with panic.
Husband. No. I had completely forgotten. He could walk in at any second. My stomach dropped, and I stared wide-eyed, the thought of being caught... like this.

But then he leaned even closer, his lips brushing my ear, and finished the sentence, ‘…is sleeping peacefully.’

The breath I had been holding spilled out in shaky relief, my chest heaving like I had just escaped something fatal.

He pressed his ear against my chest, listening to my tensed heartbeat, and laughed, “Almost pissed yourself, didn’t you?”

Embarrassment flooded my face, and I could only blush, unable to deny how right he was. I felt so weak, so exposed, yet so hopelessly turned on by the way he saw through me.

His face inched upward, slow and smooth, until his lips found mine. The kiss hit me like fire, hungry, unrelenting, and I caved almost instantly. My mouth opened, tongue desperate, clinging to his heat. The sharp scent of alcohol filled me, something I had always hated, but now—now I was starting to love it, because it was dirty, intoxicating, and It made me weirdly relax.

His grip on my neck only tightened as we kissed, and to my own shame I found myself liking it. The roughness, the control, it only made me hornier. Then he pulled back, his eyes dark, and suddenly grabbed the front of my dress by my tits, pulling me upward. His grip dug into my flesh and the pressure made me squirm in pain, but I didn’t resist—I let him move me like he wanted.

He started undressing me with his rough hands, pulling at the fabric however he could. I instinctively tried to help, but a sharp pinch to my nipple froze me in place. ‘Stay put,’ he hissed, and I did. Like an obedient pet.

Piece by piece, he stripped me bare. The dress hit the floor, then my bra, and finally my panties. I stood naked in front of him, trembling, embarrassed, but unable to hide the way my body was enjoying the humiliation. His eyes devoured me, savoring every inch as if he’d waited for this moment.

He circled behind me, the heat of his gaze burning into my skin, and then—

*Smack.

His hand smacked across my ass, the sting making me cry out in pain. My knees buckled, but I stayed upright, cheeks warm with shame.

‘Remember the day you asked me for help?’ his voice slid into my ear, cruel and mocking. ‘Did you ever think you’d end up here, standing naked in front of me, all at your own will?’

The words cut deep, hurtful, but my body responded with arousal. My cunt throbbed, wetness spilling down my thighs, plain for him to see. The more he degraded me, the more it excited me, and that sick truth made my stomach twist with both disgust and hunger.

I stood there completely naked, my body still burning from his spank. When suddenly the door creaked open. My breath completely knocked out of my lungs as my eyes registered the person who barged in, stumbling, clearly drunk. My husband. His eyes scanned the room, but they were glassy and unfocused, too hazy to even register what he was looking at. My heart nearly stopped, but then I realized. He was too far drunk to notice.

He swayed in the doorway, mumbling, his words slurred. ‘Is this… the toilet?’ His body leaned dangerously to one side as if he would topple at any moment.

The young neighbor stepped forward smoothly, answering for me. ‘No, this isn’t the toilet. Let me help you.’ His voice calm, while mine trembled inside me. He looked straight at me, and then with the smallest flick of his eyes, gestured—you take care of it.

I froze for a second, nerves rattling me to the bone. But then it hit me. The weight of what was happening. This wasn’t just humiliation. This was the kind of situation I desired. My innocent husband, too drunk to even realize, asking his own wife for help… while she stood there naked, not for him, but for someone else. The filth of it, this mess of a situation was intoxicating.

My legs felt weak, but I obeyed. My cunt was leaking like a broken tap, shame dripping with every step as I walked toward him. My body trembling, yet burning with need. I glanced down at my wet thighs and couldn’t stop myself from spreading my own mess across my face with trembling fingers, painting myself with my filth. The taste, the smell, only deepened the madness swirling inside me.

I reached out and grabbed his hand, his warm, clumsy fingers slipping into mine.

“Thank you,” he mumbled immediately, his voice soft and grateful. “Thank you so much…” He leaned heavily against me, trusting me completely.

A dirty smile stretchef at my lips as I whispered back, “Don’t mention it. I’m your wife, after all.

My face was so close to his that I could feel his breath, heavy with alcohol. I pressed his palm to my cheek, smearing my wet mess across my face, letting him feel the dirt of his own wife. Watch this, I screamed silently in my head, biting back a grin that wanted to spread across my face. Watch what your sweet wife is doing.

I bent forward, and pathetically stuck out my ass toward the young neighbor, my cunt dripping, shining in the dim light. My husband’s hand still in mine, I whispered under my breath, words only for him though I knew he was too drunk to even hear.

“Come on,” I muttered, humiliation burning hotter with every word. “Do something. Stop me. Say anything, damn it.”

But he just stared blankly, swaying on his feet, clueless. And that made it even worse. Even dirtier. I was humiliating him and humiliating myself all at once.

I bent deeper, practically shoving my soaked hole into view, my voice shaking with need as I whispered again, louder this time, “This is your chance. Your wife’s bent over right here. Stop me if you can…”

Still, no reaction, except that dumb stare.

I guided him towards the toilet door and before leaving him. I brought my hand down with a sharp

*Slap

Letting the sound echo through the hall. My husband blinked at me, confusion and drunkenness mingling on his face.

Leaning close to his ear, my voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, trembling with mix of lust and humiliation.

"This… this is going to belong to him… if you don’t do anything," I murmured, smacking my ass again, savoring the sting. "I’m giving you a chance, right now. But you won’t take it, will you? You never do. He’s going to own it… own all of me… and you’ll just let it happen, won't you?"

I felt his fingers twitch weakly in mine, pitiful, unknowing, and it made me smile.

I offered him a chance and he... failed.

I shut the door for his dumb drunken ass, with a a small, wicked smile on my face. It wasn’t just the toilet door I closed—it felt like I also closed the last door between me and the dark tunnel I had no intention of turning back from. Any hope of retreat was gone, and a shiver of excitement ran through me as I realized exactly what I needed to do.

I rushed forward, my heart pounding in my chest. He was already there, waiting near the door, his presence dangerous. Before I could react, he shut the door with a heavy thud and grabbed me by the neck, slamming me gently but firmly against it.

The weight of him against me, the tension in his grip, made my cry in ecstasy. His other hand moved to stroke his cock, while he kept me pinned with the other.

He lifted one of my legs, his glare intense, quite predatory, and asked, “Are you ready?”

I didn’t speak. I just nodded desperately, my chest heaving, my pulse screaming my answer before my lips could form it.

Finally ❤

He rubbed himself over my wet cunt, the thick pressure making me tremble all over. My body quivered under him, pulsing and aching.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered low, his breath hot against my ear, “I’ll go easy at first.”

I nodded, my chest tight, eyes fixed on door as my body tingled with anticipation.

Slowly, he pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance, and I felt my walls stretching, my both legs curling at the pressure.

“F-Fuck…” I moaned aloud, my voice cracking.

He didn’t stop. Once it had entered a little, he shoved it all in at once, a sudden, fast motion that snatched the air out of my lungs.

“Sorry, I lied,” he whispered again in my ear.

My tongue lolled out from the impact, eyes half-closed. I felt it hit too deep, kissing my womb. The sensation of finally taking such a thick, long cock drove me over the edge, and I came... hard, hot, trembling all over his thing.

“We are not done yet,” he growled, a dangerous edge in his voice that made my knees weak even as I steadied myself.

The moment he moved, the fucking began in earnest. Obscene, wet sounds filled the room—the sharp wet smacks of my ass against his cock, the lewd squelches of my cunt taking him fully. My body trembled under the force, and I tried desperately to hold back my moans, biting my lip and pressing my face to the door.

“What a fucking view,” he spat, his voice thick with lust. “This fucking ass… I will destroy it.”

Each thrust slammed into me harder, and I trembled, my back arching instinctively. My hands gripped the edge of the door, knuckles tight, as he pulled me close with each brutal shove, showing no mercy.

“You like this, don’t you?” he taunted, leaning close so his hot breath brushed my ear. “You love being used like this, don’t you?”

I whimpered, my cunt responded by clenching around him involuntarily, betraying every craving I had. My body pressed back into him even as my mind screamed in shame, a delicious humiliation that made my arousal spike higher.

“Look at this,” he growled, gripping my ass tight, slamming into me again. “All mine, just for me to use. You belong to me, bitch.”

The rhythm became punishing, the smacks of flesh echoing with my muffled cries. I tried to keep quiet, but my body wouldn’t obey, every thrust pushing me closer to another peak.

“You hear that?” he hissed, his teeth grazing my shoulder. “That’s your cunt, crying for me. What a fucking whore.”

My legs quaked, my arms trembling as the force of his hips drove me deeper into submission. The room was filled with our heavy, wet sounds—the slap of his cock, my cunt, my ass, my gasps, my whispered apologies that meant nothing.

With each violent thrust, he pressed his dominance into me, reveling in the way I squirmed, the way my body betrayed my shame, the way I moaned under his control. My cheeks burned, my womb ached with pleasure, and still, I could feel the raw, humiliating power of being completely his.


The stretch of my pussy, every inch of him splitting me apart, filling me so deep it was almost unbearable. My lifted leg dropped suddenly, and before I could balance myself, his hand slapped against my ass.

The sharp sting hurt so bad, but it also felt weirdly good, my ass jiggled under his every hurtful slaps.

“Look at this fucking bounce,” he growled, slapping me again. My body shook, the flesh of my ass quivering with every brutal smack. Again and again he spanked me, harder each time, and I couldn’t hold back anymore—loud, shameless moans tore out of my throat.

“Ahhh—ahhhh fuckkk!”

The pain mixed with pleasure, burning through me until I was choking on air, gasping raggedly. Then he pulled my hair back, forcing my body to arch against him. My tits jutted forward, my back curved as his cock drove deeper and deeper inside me.

I could hear the wet slap of our mating bodies, the dirty sound of my cunt being destroyed, and the sting of his hand as it landed on my fat ass over and over. My own voice joined the symphony, broken, loud, crying out with every thrust.

“Mo… re… li..ke t..his,” I said, as I neared another orgasm.

“F-fuckkk—I'm…!” I screamed, legs shaking violently against him. My pussy clenched hard, squeezing him, leaking all over his shaft.

But he didn’t give me a chance to calm my body down, after that crazy orgasm. He kept going. Brutal, unrelenting, forcing me to take it all. My moans broke into weak cries

“Ohhh godddd—ahhhh… fuckkk… yesss… I… am!”

My knees buckled again, my legs trembling so hard I thought I’d collapse. Another orgasm ripped through me, hot and warm, juices spilling down my thighs and covering his cock. My voice cracked, hoarse from screaming, begging him through the haze.

“Don’t stop… don’t stop… oh god, don’t stop!”

And he didn't, he kept fucking, my body nothing more than a thing for him to use.

Suddenly, he pulled out, and before I could even whimper at the emptiness, he shoved me down hard. My knees hit the floor, my palms catching me as my body quivered. My mouth opened instantly, wide and eager, my tongue already hanging out like a bitch who already knew what she needs to do.

His cock slapped wet across my cheek, sticky with my own mess, then smeared over my lips. I gasped, breathless, desperate, before stretching my mouth to take him in.

“Ughhh…” the sound escaped muffled as the swollen head pushed past my lips, stretching my mouth painfully wide. My throat burned instantly, but I didn’t care.

“Mhhhhhggghhh—mmmhhh!” I gagged, choking as his cock drove deeper, but I still held him, lips sealed, drool pouring down my chin. The second his cock filled my throat, I came, right there on my knees, a shudder ripping through me as I moaned around him.

“Uggghhhmmm—mhhhh—ohhhh fuckkkk!”

My cries were broken, swallowed by his shaft as he fucked my face. My tits bounced with each thrust, my drool and spit dripping messily down onto my bare tits.

“Glkkk-glkkk—ahhhhh-mhhhhh—fuckkkk.”

He laughed low, yanking my hair as he drove in harder. “I thought your throat hurt… after that brutal fuck earlier today… right in front of your husband.”

It did hurt, but thanks to a certain someone, the messiah who had come to my aid just in time, the pain was nonexistent. My mind buzzed with grateful prayers, thank you Lina, thank you for that medicine, for letting me take this cock deeper, for letting me enjoy this, without holding back.

I whimpered at the thought, humiliated, but my throat worked harder, sucking, slurping, like I’d been starved and this was the only meal I wanted. I took him to the base, gagging, sputtering, tears smearing down my cheeks, but I didn’t stop.

His thrusts grew rougher, messier, spit flying everywhere as my throat clenched around him. My body shook, drool and tears streaking my face. Then his grip tightened on my hair, both hands clamping my head still as he growled down at me and my body instinctively knew... It was coming.

“Here’s what you were waiting for.”

His cock twitched, thick, and then it burst—hot, violent spurts shooting inside my mouth. I couldn't even moan, it started leaking out the corners of my lips before I shut my mouth down and gulped it greedily, swallowing every drop, throat bobbing as I forced it all down.

He pulled back, cum still smearing on my lips, and gave me a light smack across my cheek. My cunt throbbed at the sound.

“Well done,” he praised, smug, his voice cutting through me.

I smiled, broken and satisfied, licking my lips, dragging my tongue across my chin to catch every drop of his cum, wiping it with my fingers before sucking them clean. My eyes flicked up to him, glassy, thankful, proud of being ruined.

NOTE: This part is over 4000 words.