49. Wife's POV [Part 1]

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





I dragged myself straight to the bathroom, desperate for a moment alone and to fix myself in case anything looked out of place.

I leaned over the sink, my hand instinctively going to my throat. It stung, a sore reminder of how brutally I’d been used just minutes ago. The ache in my knees felt sharp, from being on them for so long.

Only now did I realize the severity of that deadly session, as the pain in my body, which had been temporarily shut off in the heat of the moment, began to settle in.

My hand moved toward my lower back, it felt quite stiff. The way been pushing myself forward, sucking him so forcefully. No wonder this was the result. My scalp throbbed, the roots of my hair stinging where he had held my head so forcefully... that bastard ❤. I slowly lifted a finger to my lips. I could still feel the sensations of his cock slamming in and out, a raw, burning memory that had been printed inside my mouth. My lips were still numb from getting stretched like that, almost like the nerves had been disconnevted.

Is this... what real sex is?
Is this what I’ve been craving all along?
Why does every nerve in my body feel alive yet destroyed at the same time?
How can something hurt so much but make me beg for more?

I splashed some water across my face, cooling down the heat spreding all over me.

No point in questioning it anymore. I know. My body knows, and he knows too… or maybe not?

At first, I couldn’t help but smile at the memory. My husband standing there, silent and frozen, while I sucked the soul out of that thick cock. The image made me hornier.

But then the questions hit me. Did he actually see me? If not, then why was he staring right at us? Why was he so still, so quiet, like he knew exactly what was happening.

He... definitely saw something. Enough to hold him in place, enough to make him watch without moving a muscle. But why would he stay silent? Why didn’t he step in, why didn’t he say anything? How could he just let that happen to his wife? The thought hurt. It twisted inside me, leaving me more aroused and more disappointed at the same time.

How do I face him now? Do I play the part of the sweet, loyal wife, or do I sink into this new role he’s allowed me to take? That’s the torment inside me. He’s not the type of man to stay quiet if he knew it was his wife.

But… he stayed quiet during that dance with Ray too. But this? This was beyond anything. It doesn’t add up.

As much as I wish to believe he knew, that he watched his wife being throat-fucked and still stood there like a pussy, I can’t fully convince myself. The safer answer is that he thought it was Lina. Yes… that’s what it must be. That’s what I’ll believe because that’s the only explanation. He must have thought it was Lina down there on her knees, not his own wife choking on another man’s cock.

Yes, that has to be it. Otherwise, he would have dragged me away, shout, did something—anything?

So... What do I do??

I’ll just keep being me. The usual me. His wife. The wife who smiles, who cooks, who keeps the house, who loves him. And if...if...he ever says something, if he ever dares to admit he saw, then I’ll face it.

Until then, I’ll leave it up to him. It’s his decision now—if he wants to act dumb, I’ll play along. If he wants to confront me, then I’ll face it. Either way, I’ll follow whatever path he chooses. That’s easier. That way, I don’t have to question or explain. I can just… slip into whichever role he wants me to be. The loving wife. Or the filthy slut.

And deep down, I knew I’d happily play both.

I opened my mouth wide in front of the mirror, tilting my head, tracing the redness at the back of my throat with my tongue. God, I must have looked so embarassingly dirty. My lips stretched, my jaw slack as I tried to imagine myself the way he saw me—his cock hitting the back of my throat, my eyes rolling, spit dripping down my chin.

My fingers curled around an invisible thickness, stroking it slowly as I lowered my mouth toward that invisible cock. I mimicked the way I had taken him, the way I had sucked like a starved whore. The mirror didn’t lie. Staring back at me was a bitch who hadn’t just endured it—she had enjoyed every second.

I smiled at my embarassing reflection, clearly satisfied with the way I looked.

“That cock…” I whispered to myself, my voice shaky, breath hitching, “I... I want more ❤.”

I stepped out after quickly tidying myself, trying to pull my hair into some semblance of neatness, straightening my dress enough to feel normal. My heart skipped when I saw my husband still blindfolded, completely at Lina and her husband’s mercy, being toyed with as part of the game.

The young neighbor was calmly standing near the corner. My face blushed at the sight of him. I averted my gaze quickly, biting my lip, and moved quietly to join in the game, trying to act normal.

Eventually, my husband let out a frustrated sigh, raising his hands and decided to give up. The blindfold started coming off. My chest tightened, heart hammering. What is he going to say? How is he going to react? My mind spun with every possible response, but when his eyes finally met mine… nothing. No sign of surprise, anger, or even acknowledgment.

Could he... really be staying quiet on purpose? Choosing not to make a scene? My eyes stayed glued to him, scanning every subtle movement, every flicker of emotion. But instead of looking at me, his gaze was strangely fixed on Lina and her husband, watching them with an intensity I couldn’t read.

And then... it clicked. He probably thought... it was them. Not me.

I chuckled quietly inside my head. Of course. How could he even think that was me? I’m his sweet, innocent wife after all. The thought brought a rush of relief, a pressure lifting off my chest. At the same time, there was a small pang of disappointment that he didn’t even consider it could be me.

We all moved to the table for dinner. Lina slid in beside me, her usual mischievous grin in place, while my husband took his seat at the opposite side, blindfold now removed, still watching the room carefully. The young neighbor sat right across me, his eyes occasionally flicking my way.

Lina’s chatter followed, her voice filling the room, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood to join in. My throat wasn’t hurting too badly, just a little uncomfortable, so I decided to stay quiet. Not that it mattered—if there had been his cock on the dinner table, I might have considered participating.

Anyways, I kept sneaking silent glances at my husband. He seemed normal, calm though his eyes held that distant look, like he was replaying what he had seen. I wanted to shout out loud, to let him know. That woman, that girl he thought he saw, that was me. Look here. But I pushed the thought aside. I’d leave it up to him to figure it out.

“Hmm… are you okay? You’re so quiet,” Lina asked, tilting her head, “And you’re not eating much,” eyes narrowing slightly in concern.

I gave a half smile and replied. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just a little throat pain, that’s all.”

I know. I shouldn’t have been so direct with my answer, but I did it on purpose—a tiny, silent clue for my clueless husband. A little push, meant to direct him towards the absolute truth.

He stayed quiet, his expression unreadable for a few seconds, then it softened into concern. I assured him, “It’s just… from the cold.” He nodded, still completely uunsuspecting, swallowing my stupid lie without a second thought.

The dinner continued. Lina’s husband started in with his stories, laughing and gesturing, while my mind quietly wandered elsewhere. Bits and pieces of earlier fun kept nudging at me, pulling my thoughts toward the memory of what had just happened.

Bits and pieces of our earlier fun kept nudging at me, pulling my thoughts back to what had just happened. I glanced at him, focused on his food as if he’d been on me only minutes ago. The craving hit me again, that cock like a drug I couldn’t resist.

Sorry, was sick. Posting part 2 after few hours [long chapter so few changes still pending]