Next Day
"Are you ready?" I called out from the hallway.
"Almost," she answered.
"God, you take too long," I muttered with a half-smile, dropping down onto the couch and scrolling through my phone.
A few minutes later, the sound of her heels clicked across the floor. I glanced up — and my mouth just… stayed open.
She stood there in a long-slit dress. The dress fitting her body so perfectly, outlining every curve. Her left leg was visible through the opening, drawing my eye all the way to the inner side of her thigh, the slit stopping just short of where her thigh met her waist.
She gave a small, nervous spin to show me how it looked.
*Twitch*
Fuck, she looked so damn hot in that dress.
I could feel my cock twitch under the pants, slowly getting harder. I was the one who bought this dress for her, so I guess I can take a little credit for how stunning she looked in it.
But right on the heels of that arousal came a sting in my stomach. This wasn't a date. We weren't going out somewhere private. We were going to sit in someone else's dining room, surrounded by other people. People who would see her like this. People who would look. The thought made my chest flutter with little nervousness.
She stood there, a hint of nervousness in her expression, waiting for me to say something.
"I–I thought you didn't like that dress," I said, forcing a normal tone, though my voice caught halfway through. She'd told me before it was too revealing, too much for her taste. And yet here she was, looking like… this.
I couldn't tell if the unease in my gut was because she looked so damn hot… or because other people would notice too, maybe even have some dirty thou–
N-No, what the hell am I thinking? She looks good. Remember what Lina said. Yes. If she feels comfortable enough to wear this, I shouldn't have a problem with it. She's allowed to feel good about her body. I don't want to ruin the confidence it took for her to try on this dress. I don't want to be that asshole.
She hesitated, her voice low. "I-I thought… I'm sorry. I'll just go and change." She turned toward the bedroom.
I shot up from the couch. "Wait—you look really… gorgeous, I swear. You don't have to change."
Her eyes lifted slightly, a shy smile spreading at her lips. "R-really?"
"On God," I said, walking toward her. "I was just little caught off guard since you said before you didn't really like this one, that's all."
She looked down, still smiling faintly. "Y-yeah, you're right. I jus—"
"I mean," I cut in gently, "our tastes can change over time, and that's okay." I leaned in, slowly pulling her closer to me. "Seeing you like this… honestly makes me want to cancel going there for dinner and just have you as my dinner instead."
She pulled away playfully, her cheeks flushed. "Come on, we'll be late."
As she walked toward the door, I couldn't help rubbing my hand over the bulge in my pants, my eyes locked on that perfectly shaped ass. She looked spicy enough to burn.
She paused, turned back with a teasing smile. "Let's not be too late for dinner… or you might miss out on the special one too." She added a playful wink.
"You naughty girl," I said, grinning as I followed her out.
*Knock* *Knock*
"Welcome!" Lina's husband boomed, loud enough to make my eardrum throb.
Lina hugged my wife, and I followed her husband inside. He led us to the couch, while Lina was throwing tons of compliments over my wife—then shot me a sly thumbs-up along with a knowing expression. Probably her way of saying good job for letting her wear what she wanted.
We all started chatting, laughter bouncing around the room, when a sudden knock came at the door. Lina quickly stood up, and I turned to her husband with a confused look.
"Was someone else coming too?" I asked.
He smiled and gave me a solid pat on the back, enough to make me shift in my seat "Of course."
I rubbed the spot, half from the sting. "Oh? Who is it?"
"It's the young guy who lives right beside you" he said casually. "You probably already know him, don't you?"
Young guy? The thought flickered in my head. Is it that cocky dude?
A strange unease began bubbling in my stomach.
The door opened, and he walked in with a polite smile which felt very forced. My eyes followed his, and his eyes were unnescessarily... longer on my wife. He gave her a small smile, like he was impres–
"So," Lina clapped her hands, loud enough to stop my thoughts from spiraling. "I'm sure there's no need for introductions since we all know each other, right? This is our first neighborhood get-together, and I hope it's just the start of many more. This boring place could use a little fun, don't you think?"
She grinned, drawing out her words. "Sooo… let's start the partyyy!"
Lina strolled over to the speaker and hit play, filling the room with music. She grabbed my wife's hand, pulling her toward the open space, while her husband grabbed mine and practically dragged me to join in.
Lina's husband had a body like a damn wardrobe. Broad shoulders, thick chest — the kind of build that could block out the sun if he stood in front of you. And tonight, unfortunately, he was my personal eclipse.
The music started thumping through the speakers. Lina pulled my wife toward the open space in the middle of the living room, laughing as they moved. I instinctively took a step forward, wanting to see her… but suddenly, Lina's husband was right there in front of me, clapping me on the shoulder hard enough to rattle my teeth.
"Come on, man, dance with me!" he said, shuffling me back like I was a kid being told where to stand for a photo.
I tried leaning left— nothing but his back. Leaning right— the guy shifted too, blocking me again like we were playing some kind of weird defense drill. He shifted when I shifted, either by accident or on purpose, I couldn't tell.
Inside, I started cursing him. Damn it, move your fridge-sized body out of the way.
For a second, I gave up and tried to just nod along to the music, pretending I was fine with it. But then… there it was. A gap.
Then, through a small gap, I caught a quick glimpse. My wife — her body moving with the music. But there was something else… a hand. On her waist.
My stomach churned.
I couldn't see who it belonged to — maybe it was Lina's, since she pulled her to dance together? Yeah… probably Lina. Still, something didn't sit right… the way her back arched slightly into the touch… it made my pulse race.
I leaned a little more to the side, just enough for another peek. The hand slid from her waist to the smooth curve of her stomach, fingers spread, holding her in place as she moved. Her stomach tensed visibly, almost like a shiver went through her.
And in that instant, an old memory flashed in my mind — that time when Ray had danced with her, right in front of me. That dance which made me feel pathetic and helpless all at the same time.
No… I swallowed hard, trying to push the thought away.
I tried to step closer, but the human wall in front of me chuckled and clapped to the beat, forcing me back. Another gap opened — this time I saw her bending forward slightly, laughing, one leg sliding to the side, and a hand trailing dangerously over inside of her thigh. My chest tightened again.
My breathing grew faster. I told myself it had to be Lina. But then… I scanned the room quickly. He was nowhere to be seen. My gaze darted back to her.
No. He wouldn't…
The thought hit hard at the back of my skull. Was he over there? Dancing with her? Touching her like that? My breathing was all over the place. That buried feeling I'd tried to keep locked away for so long… was clawing its way back to the surface.
She should be dancing with me. I'm her husband.
But that guy… he's shameless enough. He'd probably try it. The more I thought about it, the more my hands curled into fists at my sides.
I tried to get around the wall[Lina's husband] in front of me, but he laughed again and shoved me back into place, still blocking my view. My eyes darted, desperate for another glimpse.
When I finally caught one, it was worse — his hand was still there on her stomach.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry.
No… why is my heart beating so fast? My chest felt tight, my skin hot. It's… just like that day.
Another flash of Ray's hands on her.
No. Stop it.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it only made my heartbeat more obvious. My eyes locked on her again through the crowd, my mind racing.
Is she enjoying it? Dancing with him?
The music cut off mid-beat, and we all turned to look at Lina. She stood near the speaker with a mischievous smile.
Lina clapped her hands with the kind of energy that didn't give anyone a chance to say no. "Okay! Before we get back to the music, let's play something fun."
Her husband groaned good-naturedly. "Oh boy… here we go."
"It's easy," she explained, picking up a balloon from the table. "Two people, one balloon, no hands. Hold it between you and carry it across the room. First to finish without dropping it wins." She flashed a playful smile. "But… we're picking partners randomly."
I stepped closer to my wife. "I'll—"
"Nope!" Lina said quickly, shaking her head. "No choosing. We'll draw numbers."
She passed out slips, each marked from one to five. I unfolded mine — 1. My wife peeked at hers and kept it close to her chest.
Once everyone had a slip, Lina beamed. "Alright, each of you has a number. I'm going to call out two numbers at a time, and whoever they belong to will be paired up." She glanced around with a mischievous grin. "Of course, I don't want two men ending up together, so I already know which numbers belong to ladies and which to men. But I don't know exactly which person has which number — that part will be random!"
My stomach clenched anxiously as she started reading the numbers aloud. "First pair… four and five."
Lina's husband laughed, lifting his slip. "Five!"
Lina waited, tilting her head slightly as my wife did not respond for number four. A hint of recognition flashed across her face. "Ah… must be me," she murmured, smiling. She held out her arms, and when my wife didn't claim four, it became clear.
"Perfect!" Lina said brightly. She and her husband stepped forward and hugged, the balloon forgotten for a moment as the first pair formed.
Lina's eyes scanned the rest of us. "Next couple is…" She dragged it out, drawing the tension like a string being pulled. "Two… and…" she turned her head toward me for the briefest second, lips curling, "…threeee."
N-No. My wife's hand opened to reveal the number 2 and he raised his with a smile appearing on his face.
"That makes number one…" Lina tapped her finger against my slip, "…the referee."
"What? No, wait," I blurted before I could stop myself. "Why can't I—"
"It's random," Lina said smoothly, cutting me off. "Pure luck. Don't be such a sore sport."
I clenched my jaw. "But—"
"Hey, you get the best seat in the house," Lina teased. "Just watch and cheer. Besides, it's harmless."
I forced a stiff smile and took a deep breath. It's just a game. D-Don't be so insecure.
I sat back in the chair at the far end of the room, the so-called finish line. Five balloons were laid out at the starting point, and the rules were simple: carry them to me, one by one, squeezed between your bodies without using your hands. First couple to get all five here wins.
Lina and her husband were the first to set up. She slipped the balloon between her head and his chest, him towering over her.
But I wasn't watching them.
My eyes were locked on my wife… and him.
They were standing there at the start, the balloon pressed awkwardly between them. I saw her dress shift slightly as she adjusted it. She looked good tonight… too good. Something in me wound tighter as they waited for the signal.
"Go!" Lina called.
Almost instantly, the balloon slipped. My wife's hands twitched like she wanted to grab it, but before she could, his hand was already there — one flat against her lower back, the other sliding around her side. He pulled her in, pressing the balloon tight between their chests.
My stomach was twisting painfully.
They began to move. Slow steps, side by side, both of their heads leaning in toward each other. His face vanished from my view, hidden behind the angle of their heads, too close to her neck. She shifted slightly, tilting her head to the side… and for a split second, something flickered across her face.
Something in me jolted.
No. Stop ovethinking. It's not what it looks like.
She would never allow it.
My eyes were fixed on her face, but something moved at the corner of my vision, lower. I glanced down and caught it. His hand… it had slid lower, now resting on the top curve of her hips. Just sitting there.
Then, suddenly, his fingers flexed, giving a small squeeze.
A hot, sharp twitch shot through my chest, and somewhere else as well, like something ugly and filthy had been wired straight to my heart.
She felt it too. I knew she did, because she turned her head toward me in a quick, sharp glance. My breath froze. And then, like some coward, I turned my face away, pretending to check on Lina and her husband.
W-What the fuck? Why did I turn my head?
That bastard probably saw this as a chance and she was probably caught off guard. I looked back. They were closer now, moving in sync, their bodies pressed flush. Their steps matched perfectly, each shift of their hips brushing that balloon, keeping it from falling. Every breath they took seemed to pull them tighter together.
They reached me, bending at the same time to drop the balloon into the basket. It landed with a dull thud that felt like it landed right in my chest.
Something about the entire situation felt very humiliating.
Lina stepped forward, placing her balloon into the basket with a grin. "Mmm… look at those two," she said, eyes flicking toward my wife and him. "So perfectly in rhythm… don't you think?"
"Y-Yeah," I muttered, my voice tight. "They… they're doing great."
She gave me a quick, knowing smile. "Don't worry. Just relax. It's just a game." Then she turned away, hurrying off to start her second round, leaving me sitting there with my pulse hammering in my ears.
The balloon race ended with them crossing the line first. They handed me the final balloon and I felt the humiliation burn hotter than the applause. Lina followed close behind with her husband, handing theirs over with a smirk.
"Alright," Lina clapped, cutting the tension with a grin, "time for the next game — blindfold chase."
She explained the rules. Whoever didn't get picked in the pairings would be blindfolded and have to catch the others. A small, relieved breath slipped out. At least this wouldn't have me watching her pressed against him again.
They tied a scarf around my head. I couldn't see clearly — just the faintest hint of shadows through the thin fabric, enough to make out blurred shapes if the light hit right.
"Go!" Lina shouted.
Feet scattered in all directions, quick and light. I took a slow step forward, hands out. Laughter circled me. Someone clapped from the far corner, someone else tapped my shoulder and ran away. They were toying with me. For a few minutes, it was nothing but the sound of their teasing, my hands swiping at empty air.
Then… another sound. Different. Wet. A low, rhythmic slurp that made my brow raise. The noises were faint at first, just a soft, wet rhythm. I tilted my head, listening. It wasn't the playful shuffling I'd been chasing before. This… had weight to it.
I slowly began moving in that direction, my hands feeling along the wall until my fingers brushed against a doorway.
The sound stopped, like they'd heard me. A small smile pulled at my lips. Got you. I was sure someone was hiding there.
I stepped into the room, the dim light bleeding faintly through the scarf. At first, it was all a haze — just shifting shadows in the blur. I squinted, trying to sharpen the outlines, slowly scanning across the space. The vague shapes started to separate… a taller, upright form near the bed caught my focus. My eyes started tracing downward until the shadow of a figure kneeling at his waist, right infront of him began to emerge. This postion... was unmistakable.
I could feel the heartbeat in my ears.
No. They cant possib–
The standing shadow moved its hips forward. The wet, obscene sound returned — sharper now, more defined. My breath caught as the blur seemed to show something long pushing in and out of the kneeling figure's mouth. Hands gripped her head, holding her steady, then driving her down in quick, forceful thrusts. Holy fuck… he's in her mouth.
Without realizing, I leaned forward. Just a fraction. Just enough to make the shadow sharpen slightly, giving me more. My cock twitched at the clearer view.
It's unmistakably them. Lina and her husband.
I stayed still otherwise, eyes squinting behind the fabric, trying to drink in every blurred detail. The kneeling shadow's head bobbed, the standing figure's hips moved, and every few thrusts I caught, lina's head push back each time he slammed, like a faint bounce from the force of him hitting deep.
I could feel her trying to control her soft whimpers as much as possible. But still. Can't believe she is really taking all those demonic thrusts so deeply, no break, no mercy.
My cock grew tight under my pants.
How is Lina even handling this? My mind was racing. He's shoving himself so deep she must be choking. She's not even moving — just letting him fuck her mouth like that.
I coughed, on purpose — a deliberate ahem, meant to make them stop.
They did. Just for a few seconds. I saw their shapes freeze, lina pulling her head back and the cock slowly slid out of her mouth. I thought that was it.
But then, almost instantly, her husband grabbed her head and slammed his hips forward again, even harder. My breath hitched. This wasn't careful anymore. He wasn't trying to hide it. He was doing it intentionally, he was showing me. He started fucking her mouth with an authority. He was trying to show how much control he had over his wife. But why is he getting more brutal in my presence? Don't tell me... Is he probably feeling more excited? Perhaps he is liking the fact someone else is a blindfold away from discovering his dirty fun.
Her body rocked backward with each thrust, forced to take his full weight. I could see the shadow of his hips snapping forward, driving himself down her throat until her head tilted back, grabbing his hips from falling. Jesus Christ… he's going all over her face.
The slurps were wetter now, filthier, echoing faintly in the room. They're really doing this while we're in the middle of a fucking game? How horny can you be?
I shifted back half a step, thinking maybe I shouldn't interrupt. My eyes were still locked on the blurred outline, trying to make out more through the scarf.
I wanted to look away. But I couldn't.
The thrusts grew shorter but sharper, like he was emptying himself against her lips. Her shadow seemed to shake as he pushed deep one last time, holding her still. A faint whimper broke the thick silence, followed by a gasp for air.
He dropped onto the bed behind him, legs spread, breathing heavy.
Lina sat still for a minute. Probably trying to get her mind back after that mouth fuck. She stood slowly, lowering her head and walked toward the doorway carefully and quietly, passing so close to me I caught a whiff of her perfume. My stomach churned instantly. It was sweet... familiar.
I stayed still, letting her pass. She was... Lina. Right?