25. Wife’s POV [Part 1]

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



you will be the one begging next time.

…Hnng..?

You will be the one begging next time.

Wh-What…

YOU WILL BE THE ONE BEGGING NEXT TIME.

Th-This voic… It's hi…

YOU WILL BE THE ONE BEGGING NEXT TIME.

My eyes shot open like lightning cracking through a blackout—
SSSSHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNGGG

“H-huff… huff… huff…”

A loud, piercing hum filled my head, like static behind my skull. Everything was blurred. My breathing was heavy like I'd been pulled from underwater. The air was thick, strange, the scent familiar. My eyes staring ahead in a dim area.

This… What is this?

The tiles felt cold beneath my knees. My palms pressed against the floor, my body angled awkwardly. I blinked, confused, trying to understand what I was doing here. This room was familiar.

I slowly turned my head to the left, the door—it was closed.

No.

This room…

A sudden chill went down my spine. Everything started to make sense.

Then I heard it. That voice. Cruel in the way it curled around every syllable.

“Look at you… dripping like a broken faucet.”

The words slammed into me, ripping through my confusion and replacing it with something raw. I turned my head, just enough to see over my shoulder.

My skirt… lifted up over my hips. I could feel my panties pulled aside as the cold air kissed both my holes, completely exposed, twitching, wet, open. My pussy was leaking, the mess trickling down my thighs. And behind me… he was there. The old man. His rough hands on my ass, fingers spreading and stretching me apart like trying to see what’s inside them. His cock rested heavy on my pussy, throbbing against my pussy lips, making my womb tingle.

He chuckled behind me, low and pleased. “You came here to clean, didn’t you? But look at this filthy cunt. You’re making a bigger mess.”

He started smacking his cock against my soaked cunt. A strong, wet pat… pat… pat… echoing through the tiled room. Each slap made me flinch, not in pain, but in shameful desire. He was playing with it, dragging the head through the mess, then slapping it against my swollen folds like it was nothing more than a toy.

He grunted behind me, amused. “Just listen to this,” he said, slapping his cock harder now. Pat… pat… splat. “So fucking wet already. And I haven’t even stuck it in yet.”

I tried to buried my face into my arms, but he leaned closer, still rubbing his cock up and down my slit.

“Your husband ever made you drip like this?” he asked. This hole right here…” He gave my cunt a rough smack with his palm, making my whole body jolt. “This was made for something mean. Something real.”

I whimpered into my arm, but I didn’t move. I didn’t stop him. My legs trembled, my thighs spreading even more.

He gripped my soaked pussy even harder, his rough fingers digging into my flesh, making me whimper and moan without control. Every squeeze sent a jolt through me, my body trembling as the pain only made the pleasure sharper.

Then, a loud smack cracked through the bathroom.

I jolted forward, arms buckling under me, ass stinging from the sudden blow. My breath hitched, a helpless moan escaping my lips before I could stop it.

“That's it,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “Make them sounds. Nothing sweeter than a bitch who whines when her ass gets what it deserves.”

Another smack, harder. My ass twitched. My pussy clenched around nothing. The pain bloomed hot and fast, but it only made the heat inside me worse. My face flushed, shame burning through my skin.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, grabbing my ass and spreading it wide. “Look at this. How filthy. Your husband sees this every day and still don’t know what to do with it. What a waste.”

He leaned in, spitting on his cock, then spreading it across my soaked pussy.

“Bet he spends his whole time trying to make love and whisper’s sweet things. Meanwhile, this cunt right here’s screaming for filth. Ain’t that right?”

Another slap.

This is what happens when a good-for-nothing husband lets his wife come clean an old man’s house. You end up like this. Bent over. Cunt twitching like it’s got a heartbeat.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, but the sting from the smacks made my thighs tremble. My mouth hung open. I didn’t say a word. I Couldn’t. My whole body was wound tight, responding to every dirty thing he said with deeper need.

“You’re wasted on that man,” he growled. “Probably still thinks you’re innocent. Meanwhile, here you are. Dripping on my tiles. Leaving a mess I have to clean with my cock.”

“I should bring that husband of yours in here. Make him sit down and watch. Bet he’d cry. Bet he’d beg me not to ruin his lovely wife.”

Another slap, and I moaned again—sharp, sudden, ashamed.

“But it’s too late for that, ain’t it? You were made for this. This hole was wasted on bedtime kisses and soft little nothings. You were built to take dick. My dick.”

He leaned in close, his cock grinding along my folds.

“I’ll show him what this pussy really sounds like when it’s used right.”

“Now, stop hiding that face,” he growled behind me. “Come here. Let me see that face which is hiding behind that innocent housewife mask.”

Before I could react, his hand fisted my hair and pulled my head back. I gasped, a sharp moan slipping out as I was forced to turn toward him. My mouth hung open, a thin line of drool trailing down my lip. My eyes were swirling, heavy with pleasure and heat, unfocused like I was drunk on him.

He looked down at me, grinning. “Look at you… absolutely pathetic. And I’ve barely even started.”

I whimpered as he lowered his cock, the thick tip brushing against my dripping entrance.

“You want this?” he muttered, pressing just the head inside. It stretched me just slightly, enough to make me twitch, then he stopped. “Then show me. Go on. You know what to do.”

He didn’t move. Just stood there.

I trembled. Every nerve screamed for more. My thighs shook as I hesitated, breath shaky and uneven. Then I slowly pushed back, easing my ass against him, taking him in inch by inch, the stretch making me whimper softly.

“That’s it,” he said, slapping my ass hard. I whimpered again, the sound coming from deep in my throat. “Such a good girl now, huh? So eager to take what doesn’t belong to you.”

I moaned louder, helpless, my body trembling.

Then he growled, pushing just a little deeper, just enough to make me feel that burning stretch—and stopped again.

“Beg for it,” he whispered.

“I-I…” I stammered, breath trembling, body frozen with tension.

“Beg for it,” he growled again, voice gravelly and sharp against my ear.

He grabbed my hair even harder, pulling it back rough and sudden. My head snapped back, spine arching. My face twisted toward him, exposed and helpless, drool slipping from the corner of my mouth as my eyes met his smirk.

“I-I wan—”