29. That was... my wife. [Part 2]

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




"This is not the toilet. Let me help you," a voice answered, steadily.

"Thank you… thank you so much," I mumbled, leaning into whoever it was.

They guided me to the toilet right next to this room. I slumped against the wall, dropped onto the toilet seat with a thud, both hands clutching my head. My skull was pounding, my stomach twisting worse with every second.

I sat there, half-asleep, until something caught my eye. To my right, the wall wasn't perfect. Small cracks. Tiny holes, just enough to peek through. I poked my finger and it went through. My drunken brain, sluggish and bored, told me to poke my eye now. So I leaned forward, one eye pressed close.

At first it was all a mess—blurry, shapes blending into each other, like shadows swimming in the dark. My head spun, stomach twisting, but then the picture through that crack started to sharpen. Not fully, little hazy—but enough to catch something.

I frowned, squinting. What the hell was that? Hair... but only few strands. I focused harder, scanning every bit of the small view I had.

One leg... was raised and...other leg was trembling. And right beneath it—something thick, dark, pressing between folds of flesh.

My heart kicked against my ribs. My drunken brain struggled, slow to put the pieces together. For a second it didn't make sense. Just skin and movement. A strange angle. A blur of wetness.

Then it hit me. That was... pus– And the thick, stiff thing rubbing along it… fuck, that was a cock.

I swallowed hard, throat dry. Even through the haze I knew the shape, the sheer size. Lina's husband. Had to be.

I turned my head away fast, shame slicing through the fog. "No… I shouldn't be seeing this," I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut.

But my body betrayed me. The pull was too strong. I leaned back, my eye finding the crack again.

And there it was—narrow view, nothing else. Her pussy spread open by his fat cockhead grinding against her cunt, spreading her wetness everywhere before pushing harder. Toes curling in air, as he forced the tip in.

"Fuck…" I whispered, heat rushing through me, cock stiffening in my pants.

The world was spinning around me, but that small opening… it gave me just enough to see. Not their faces. Not their bodies. Only the wet, obscene joining of cock and cunt.

Her pussy was spread wide, glistening, swallowing down that thick cock again and again. Every thrust shoved more of him inside, his fat cock gliding in and out with a dirty sound that made my head pound harder.

The wall cut off everything else. I couldn't see her expression, couldn't even catch a glimpse of her tits or the way he must've been holding her. All I saw was her cunt—pinkish, raw, stretched—and his cock slamming into it without mercy. His balls smacked against her with every violent stroke, sticky threads of wetness stretched and broke apart.

It was maddening, that narrow view. I wanted to look away, but my eyes stayed locked on that one spot, hypnotized. I wanted to see more, the expression she must be making, taking that cock. My cock twitched in my pants, pressing painfully, as if it wanted to be right there where his was, splitting her open.

Her pussy seemed so tight, struggling to not get torn apart, juices spilling down her thighs, covering his shaft until every thrust left a wet sheen under the light. She was dripping, soaked, taking him over and over while I sat there, drunk, breathless, unable to look anywhere else.

The sounds echoed louder than the sight. Wet smacks. His low growls. Her muffled cries—faint, broken, like she was choking on the air with every thrust. My stomach twisted, heat flooding through me.

Fuck. Lina. Taking it like that? My head spun harder, but I couldn't tear myself away.

At first, it was muffled, broken by the fog in my head. But then the sound came sharp.

A cry. High, sweet, but cracked with strain. Then another. Louder. Moans turning into little sobs, bouncing off the walls.

I pressed closer to the crack, and my vision sharpened enough to see him drop her leg. Her foot hit the floor with a smack, and the next second— smack

His hand slammed against her ass.

She screamed out, body trembling. My heart thudded.

"Fuck…" I breathed, cock twitching painfully.

Her ass jiggled with each slap, round and perfect, reddening with every strike. His hips pounded forward, each thrust making her flesh ripple.

I couldn't help it. The drunken haze, the pounding lust—I fumbled at my zipper, cock springing free, stiff and aching. My hand wrapped around it without thinking. I needed relief, even just a rub.

The view was narrow, but that made it filthier. Just her cunt taking him, his cock slick and merciless, her ass bouncing back against him like a slut. Every moan she let out was sharp, echoing right through the wall into me.

Then he grabbed her hair. I saw the motion, her head pulled back, arching her spine. That's when her tits came into view, bouncing hard as he fucked her deeper.

My breath hitched, hand moving faster over my cock. My eyes glued to every little detail—the redness of her ass, the way her tits jiggled with every thrust, his fat cock splitting her open like she was nothing.

"Lina…" I muttered under my breath, my voice hoarse. "Even though you always act so cute, bubbly… deep inside you're a proper whore, aren't you? You love it rough."

I bit down on my lip, jerking faster. Her cries filled the room, no shame, no holding back. He smacked her ass again, harder, and she moaned like she wanted it.

"Fuck… yeah… the way he's pounding you," I whispered, precum slicking my hand. "You're taking it all like a nice little slut."

Her ass clapped against him, round cheeks red and glowing, and I stroked faster, drunk and shameless. My cock was leaking, stiff as steel, and I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Her cries didn't stop. If anything, they got filthier.

He slammed into her again, rough, spanking her ass loud. Her cry bounced off the walls, louder, wetter. Her leg shook, her body shivered. She was cumming already.

"F-fuckkk—I'm...!" she screamed, her thighs shaking against him. Her pussy clenched, leaking, as he kept hammering mercilessly.

He didn't stop there. He kept going. Her moans grew ragged, desperate, body shaking hard.

"Ohhh godddd—ahhhh... fuckkk...yesss...I...am!"

Her knees buckled, legs trembling violently as another orgasm ripped through her, pussy dripping down his shaft. Her voice cracked, screaming, begging him not to stop.
My cock twitched in my hand. My chest was tight. My head spun harder, but my ears caught everything. I couldn't ignore it anymore. That voice… it sounded so much like hers. Too much.

"No…" I whispered to myself, pumping my cock faster. "No way… that's not her. It can't be."

But the pounding against the wall didn't lie. Her gasps, her begging—it clawed at my mind.

My cock jerked violently, as if it knew the truth. That wasn't lina's voice—it was hers. My wife.

"No… you're drunk," I hissed to myself. "You're imagining it. It's Lina. It has to be Lina."

But then he stopped, pulled his dick out and shoved her down. My heart pounded in my throat as she went on her knees. Through the crack, I saw her mouth opened wide, tongue hanging out, waiting. His cock slapped wet across her cheek, then her lips, smearing spit over them. She gasped, breathless, before taking him in.

"Ughhh…" she moaned, muffled as the head stretched her lips.

The sound stabbed through my chest. I froze, cock throbbing in my fist. No... way...

Her moan came broken around the cock, gagging between thrusts.
"Mhhhhhggghhh—mmmhhh!"

The words vibrated through the wall and into me.

She choked, sputtering, and then it hit. Her body started shaking, shudder rolled through her as she came on her knees, moaning loud around the cock.

"Uggghhhmmm—mhhhh—ohhhh fuckkkk!"

My hand worked faster, precum slicking my shaft. My eyes were glued. My wife's voice—moaning in orgasm—while her throat was stuffed full of another man's cock.

Her lips back down his shaft, gagging loud, slurping. Her tits bounced as she bobbed, saliva pouring.

"Glkkk-glkkk—ahhhhh-mhhhhh—fuckkkk"

My head spun. "Holy fuck…" I muttered, stroking furiously, my own orgasm clawing up.

My heart pounded so hard it hurt. It was her. It had to be.

My hand stroked harder, precum flying as he whispered hoarsely, "I thought your throat hurt… after that brutal fuck earlier today…right infront of your hus-"

The words didn't come through. He was saying something to her and she sucked him like she'd been starved, desperate, taking every inch like it was natural.

"Holy shittt…" I muttered, face hot, cock throbbing in my grip. My heart thundered so loud it hurt. Those lips... it was clear. Too clear. My wife.

And still, I couldn't stop. My hand blurred on my cock as he groaned. His cock burst, cum gushing into her mouth. I watched, stunned, as it spilled out over her lips before she closed her mouth and gulped it down, her throat working as she swallowed every drop.

"Fuck… fuck…" My voice broke, body convulsing. My cock exploded in my hand, hot strings of cum splattering my shirt, my thighs, my fist. My forehead slammed against the wall, vision swimming as I emptied everything.

When it was done, I collapsed onto the toilet seat, chest heaving, my head spinning like it was going to split open. My cock still twitched, sticky in my hand. My heart wouldn't slow, trembling at what I just saw.

I looked again, she was licking her lips, wiping her chin.

Her voice still echoed in my ears. Her mouth, sucking, swallowing. My wife's.

"No… it wasn't her. It can't be. I'm drunk. Just drunk."

I shoved my cock back into my pants with shaking hands, tried to stand, but my legs gave out. My skull felt like it was splitting.

Then—blackness. I dropped, the world spinning, sinking somewhere into the dark.


This chapter made me so damn tired. I am going to take a good nap, refresh my brain and then edit elevator secrets and post it tomorrow. Let me know what you think about this chapter.