30. Wife's POV [Part 1]

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



Lina did most of the talking. She put on a polite smile, but I could see her shifting uncomfortably as the smell inside the house slowly hit her senses. She tried to keep her voice pleasant, but couldn't stop her nose from twitching, as her eyes scanned the filth-covered walls with barely concealed discomfort.

"I just wanted to say hello properly," she said. "We recently moved here, and I didn't want to be a stranger."

He nodded slowly, lips opening in a yellow-toothed smile, eyes still far too focused. Not on her. On me.

I was quiet beside her. My heart was only now starting to calm down. I kept my eyes low, pretending to study the dust-covered floor or the frayed edge of the couch. Anything but meet his gaze.

He didn't say anything inappropriate.

Not a single word. No teasing. No lewd comment. Nothing.

I was relieved.

Lina shifted beside me, glancing around again. Her smile was more forced now.

"Anyway, it was nice meeting you, sir," she said with a small cough, standing up. "I think I've taken enough of your time."

She looked at me, eyes a little wide, eyebrows raised slightly. A clear message—let's go.

I nodded quickly.

He stood to see us off, quiet but smiling.

But this time, I was walking ahead of lina.

I moved toward the exit without a second's pause. My steps were quicker, my legs stiff, posture rigid. I didn't dare slow down. I didn't dare give him another second near me.

I walked ahead not because I...

I can't believe I am agreeing to this... The thought echoed in my head as my breath shuddered. But I also can't keep denying what I feel.

I walked ahead not because I hated his hand on me. I... I liked it. The way he grabbed my ass—firmly, with a sense of ownership. He didn't ask, didn't say a word. He just did what he wanted, with an authority. How he kept his hand there, squeezing them, walking alongside me and how I acted like I wanted to stop him. I placed my hand over his… like I was going to pull it away, but he knew... and I knew too—that I liked it. Maybe that's exactly why he didn't pull away.

But... I couldn't let it happen again. Because I know this shameless old man will try something again. But, not this time. Not with Lina right here beside me. What if she noticed this time? I couldn't take that risk. So I moved ahead quickly. Not out of anger. Not out of disgust. But because I was scared of getting caught with this filthy old man doing something weird to me, and I wouldn't have the words to explain why I allowed it.

The moment we stepped outside, I inhaled the fresh air like I'd been underwater.

Lina exhaled in relief beside me. "God, that house… how do people even live in that?"

I just smiled faintly, not saying a word. My fingers were still twitching slightly, remembering the weight of his hand.

Lina glanced at me once more as we stepped away from the old man's house, her brows furrowing with concern. "Hey… are you sure you'll be okay for the cooking lesson today?" she asked softly. "You looked kind of pale back there…

I paused for a second, steadying my breathing before offering her a gentle smile. "Of course, I'm all good now. Don't worry."

She didn't look fully convinced. "You don't have to force yourself, you know. If you're not feeling well, just rest. I mean… I can be a little persistent and pushy sometimes. I didn't mean to—"

I cut her off with a small laugh, reaching out to nudge her arm. "Come on, Lina. Aren't we besties, like you keep saying?" I gave her an assuring look. "I'm fine. See? I'll be there, on time."

She studied me for a moment, then finally smiled. "Sure. If you say so."

Then her eyes narrowed slightly, amusement dancing across her face. "Ahh, now I get it. That's why you were acting all hesitant earlier, huh? You already knew how filthy and smelly that place was, didn't you?" She gave me a playful nudge. "Very clever. Good thing I dragged you along anyway." She chuckled.

"Y-You caught me," I replied with a nervous smile, trying to play along—though deep down, I hoped that really was the reason.

She waved lightly. "Alright then. I'll see you there."

I watched her walk away, her steps light and carefree. Meanwhile, I stood still for a moment, pressing a hand to my chest to quiet the hammering beneath. I'll be there... on time, I told her. And I would. I won't hesitate anymore.
No matter what knots start opening inside me. No matter where it leads me.

There were hardly any chores left, so I just turned on the T.V, switching channels. After few minutes, I glanced at the clock again. Time's up. I slipped on my slippers, the warm rays hitting my face as I stepped outside. Lina wasn't there yet, so I waited near the gate, my hands gently holding the edge of the gate.

A few more minutes passed and finally, I saw her walking up with a big smile. She waved, and I lifted my hand to wave back.

She reached me with a cheerful, "Ready?"

I nodded, swallowing back the nervous flutter in my chest.

We knocked, and just like always, he opened the door right away. "Welcome, ladies," he said, stepping aside to let us in.

As we walked down the hallway, he added, "Today's dish is special."

Lina let out a mock gasp, grinning. "A special dish? You better not let us down, chef!"

He chuckled and began explaining the ingredients and the process. I stayed quiet and focused, listening carefully to everything he said.

Then came the aprons. He handed them to us like usual, and I felt that familiar twist in my stomach as he stood behind me. He started tying the apron. But this time… when he tied, it wasn't tight. It didn't press my tits as hard as it did yesterday. It was just… normal. Like it should've always been.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

For a moment, I told myself maybe… maybe he's acting normal today. Maybe he won't push anything. Maybe this will be just a simple cooking lesson after all.

We started preparing the dish just as he instructed. I chopped the vegetables, listening carefully, staying focused on the simple tasks—dice, stir, pass, repeat. It kept my mind busy, and for a few minutes, I almost forgot where I was.

Then, all of a sudden, Lina let out a loud, dramatic yaaawn that buzzed through the kitchen.

"Ughhh… it's getting really boring now," she said, dragging the word with a stretch. She looked at me, then at him, her smile turning mischievous.

Without warning, she strolled up to him and whispered something, their voices too low to catch. I kept cutting the vegetables ignoring their mumbles.

Then she walked over, right up to my side, and took the knife gently from my hand.

"Alright! It's very important to take a breather now and then," she chirped, her voice full of bubbly playfulness. "So, let's do a little quick activity!"

I stared at her, confused. "Activity?"

"Yup," she said with a grin. "He has something hidden on him. And you—" she poked my arm lightly, "—have five minutes to find it. Or… you get a punishment."

"W-What? What do you mean, hidden something?" I asked, blinking, trying to process. "And why do I have to find it?"

She gave me a sweet, innocent smile. "Because I already know where it is, silly. I can't play something if I already know the answer, right?"

"Lina…" I started, my voice low, unsure.

"Come on, it's just a fun little game! Let's relax a bit." Her tone stayed light, but her eyes held that stubborn insistence I'd come to recognize. She wasn't going to let me off that easily.

I gulped.

I remembered my word from before: No more hesitation.

My gaze flicked toward him. He hadn't said a word. Just stood there, quietly watching.

Before I could speak again, Lina clapped her hands. "Your time starts now," she grinned. "And remember—there's a punishment if you don't find it."

Punishment.

That word. The way she said it—half-playful, half-mocking—sent an odd shiver down my spine. My heart skipped a beat, and something inside me kicked into motion.

I took a deep breath. I stepped towards him.

Not knowing exactly what I was supposed to look for.

I placed my hand on the front pocket of his apron first—empty.

Then slowly, hesitantly, I slid my fingers into his back pockets, one by one. Nothing there either.

My breath was uneven, chest tightening with every movement. Then came the last option—his front pants pocket.

I hesitated, just for a second. Then moved in.

It was tight. Too tight. My fingers couldn't slide in easily, so I had to pull the opening a little with one hand while forcing the other in. My knuckles brushed against coarse fabric, then deeper... until something soft and oddly warm met my touch.

I froze.

My heart jumped to my throat.

Wait… No way.

It couldn't be—could it?

But it was warm. Thick. There was no mistaking the heat radiating through the fabric. My breath hitched as the tip of my fingers traced along it. It wasn't exactly centered… it was angled slightly to the left. My lips parted slightly, a shaky breath escaping without sound.

No way… it couldn't possibly be… unless… unless it's that long.

A rush of heat pooled in my belly.

I gulped, hard.

It was fat. It was warm. And everything in my body screamed at me what it had to be.

My stomach twisted warmly. My fingers trembled—yet I didn't move away. I stayed there, stunned, my fingers still resting against it. My brain told me to stop, to pull back. But my body… decided to do something else. Just to confirm...

I gave it a gentle squeeze.

He flinched.

His lower body jerked slightly, his thing twitching inside my fingers, like he couldn't help himself.

A sharp jolt fired through my core. The heat spread through my stomach to my...cunt. Oh god… it really is. I'm holding his…

I still didn't move.

I don't know why.

My hand just… stayed.

I couldn't tell if I was afraid to move suddenly in front of Lina, or if I just couldn't stop myself.

His body didn't shift. He stayed standing, casually silent, as if he can't feel his thing on my hand. My fingers felt the shape of him so clearly now through the thin fabric. My pulse pounded in my ears. Shame and heat twisted together in my gut like a burning knot.

Finally, painfully slow, I slid my hand out.

I turned to Lina, trying to keep my face neutral, even as the heat still burned behind my cheeks and between my thighs.

"Oh… did you find it?" she asked, grinning, her voice dancing with curiosity.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "N-not really," I said, my voice barely steady. "Are you sure it's inside his pockets?"

She tilted her head. That same teasing smirk curled on her lips.

"I never said it was in his pockets, did I?" she replied. "I said it was on him."

She leaned closer with a devilish grin. "Come on now. You've got three minutes left."

Her gaze dipped between us, amused. She was enjoying this.

My knees felt weak.

If it's not in his pockets… then where else would she mean? I thought.