Dinner evening already. I stood in front of the cupboard, flipping through my clothes one by one. No, not this one. Not that either. Ugh, I pressed my hand against my forehead, groaning softly. I have nothing to wear. Well, of course, that's ridiculous, considering the whole cupboard is stuffed with my clothes, but still… none of them feel right tonight.
My eyes drifted down to the lowest shelf. A small box was placed there, little dusted. My brows arched as the memory hit me.
Oh. That box. My hand moved towards it, pulling it out. I knew exactly what was inside, even before I opened the box. A handful of things I had hidden away shyly, too embarrassed to let see the light of day.
And there it was. That dress.
I pulled it out slowly, holding it up in front of me. My lips opened in a quiet breath as old memories resurfaced.
He had given me this with such excitement, eyes shining as though he couldn't wait to see me in it. And me? I was too shy back then, too wrapped up in my modesty to even consider putting it on. I barely glanced at it before hiding it away.
But now…
My lips curled into a wicked smile as I draped the dress against my body, turning toward the mirror. For a moment I just stared. I hardly recognized the woman looking back at me, and that realization made a chuckle slip out.
Look at me now. Look at how far I have come.
It was decided. I was going to wear this tonight.
A little flutter of nerves stirred in my stomach, and then a sharp, dirty punch of thrill right after. What expression would he make when he sees me in this? Would he freeze? Would he think I looked like a slut?
I stared from top to bottom, tracing the daring cut that exposes the leg. My mind flicked back to all those times he had hinted, nudging me with a playful smile to at least try the dress on, and how I always shook my head, cheeks burning, too embarrassed to even imagine myself in it. How pathetic I was back then, hiding behind innocence.
But... Not anymore. I... I badly want to wear this dress, to walk out on his arm, to have random men eyes all over my body while he stands there, forced to watch. I want him jealous, protective, conflicted because it would be just so... exciting.
A low, shaky laugh left my lips. God, what's wrong with me? My hand slipped inside my pants, fingers sliding down. And of course, wetness greeted me instantly.
Yes. I wanted to see that look on his face, that sudden realization that his simple, ordinary wife could wear something so revealing. The shy part of me squirmed at the idea, cheeks heating, but the want to wear it burned hotter, stronger. My embarrassment was nothing compared to the thrill that came with slipping into this forbidden dress at last.
Tonight, I was going to step out of this room as a different woman.
I slipped the dress on slowly, savoring the way it stuck to me. In the mirror, the truth hit me—I looked like the people I once hated. The cut carved its way up my leg, stopping just short of where my thigh met my waist, flashing soft skin I had never dared to show. My tits sat perfectly framed, my ass rounded and pushed out perfectly as well.
I turned side to side, admiring the sinful outline, biting my lip as I gave a few dirty expressions that suited this outfit well. I didn't look like a
sweet, married housewife. I looked like some seducing slut getting ready to be pounded.
An excited rush washed over me, but then—"Are you ready?" his voice called from the hallway.
I flinched, straightening instantly, trying to erase those smiles from my face. My chest tightened as if I'd been caught. I forced myself to look modest again, the innocent wife he thought he married. "Almost," I answered, but my voice cracked.
Heart pounding, I slid my feet into the heels, each click against the floor making me more aware of what I was about to do. One final look in the mirror—painted lips, exposed leg, perfectly curved figure and I took a deep breath.
With shaky steps, excitement and shame twisting inside me, I opened the door and walked out to face him.
As I stepped into the living room, I saw him sitting on the couch—frozen, mouth slightly open. My stomach dropped. The reality hit me hard, the thrill that had carried me so far suddenly vanished, replaced by the visual of my actions. His eyes stayed locked on me, unblinking, perhaps unsure of what to say.
I had expected this silence. I had even prepared myself for it, but somehow it still cut through me. The rush of thrill and excitement had clouded my mind earlier. Now I wondered—did I just fuck up? Did I push too far?
I remained still, awkward, my heart pounding in my chest. And then, I don't even know why… I spun. Just a small spin. To show him. To show him how this slutty dress looked at his wife. Maybe I did know why—because buried beneath my fear was that little drop of excitement. I wanted to tease him, to see his reaction, to wear something that I knew would make him a little uncomfortable.
I stood there afterward, cheeks warm, my body betraying a hint of nervousness mixed with undeniable excitement. My eyes searched his face desperately, waiting for him to say something—anything.
Finally, his lips opened. "I–I thought you didn't like that dress," he said softly, confused.
I swallowed, forcing myself to keep calm. "I-I thought…" The words trailed off. My mind scrambled for something reasonable to say, something that explained why I was standing here dressed like this. But nothing came. No excuse sounded right, so I gave up. "I'm sorry. I'll just go and change," I murmured, turning quickly toward the bedroom.
His sudden movement made me stop in my tracks. He shot up from the couch, voice urgent. "Wait—you look really… gorgeous, I swear. You don't have to change."
My feet froze. My breath hitched, eyes lifting slightly. A shy, excited smile spread on my lips before I could stop it. "R-really?"
"On God," he said firmly, stepping toward me. "I was just a little caught off guard since you said before you didn't really like this one, that's all."
I lowered my gaze, still smiling faintly, my chest fluttering. "Y-yeah, you're right. I jus—"
"I mean," he cut in gently, "our tastes can change over time, and that's okay." His hand reached out, fingers brushing lightly against me, pulling me a little closer. "Seeing you like this… honestly makes me want to cancel going there for dinner and just have you as my dinner instead."
I blushed hard, and I pulled back playfully, trying to hide how his words struck me. My cheeks were all red, but I forced a light laugh. "Come on, we'll be late."
I rushed towards the door, pausing right at the threshold. I playfullu turned back to him. My lips turning into a teasing smile, "Let's not be too late for dinner… or you might miss out on the special one too." I added a playful wink before opening the door.
*Knock *Knock
"Welcome!" Lina's husband boomed, his voice so loud it made me wince slightly.
Before I could even step fully inside, Lina came rushing forward and pulled me into a tight hug. Her perfume washed over me as she leaned back, her eyes sweeping up and down my body.
"Oh my god, you… you look absolutely stunning! That dress, God… so hot. You're absolutely glowing, girl!" she gushed, her words pouring out like a waterfall.
I tried to stop her, my face warming with embarrassment — not in a bad way. Still, she wouldn't quit, her praises spilling out one after another, louder and more insistent each time. All I could do was laugh awkwardly, covering my face a little and muttering "stop it" while she kept going, leaving me flustered but secretly smiling.
We sat down, laughter starting to fill the room, when a sudden knock at the door cut through the air. I blinked and glanced toward it, then at Lina's husband, my brows knitting in confusion.
"Was someone else coming too?" my husband asked, tilting his head slightly.
"It's the young guy who lives right beside you," he said casually. "You probably already know him, don't you?"
The words hit me like a jolt. My chest tingled sharply, my tits aching as if they were already begging for his hands, stiffening with a needy pull I couldn't control.
No way. Him?
A wave of unease rushed through me. I straightened in my seat, hands twisting together in my lap. My thoughts tangled with each other, heat and panic mixed into a knot in my belly. Why here? Why now? Please, not with my husband beside me. He wouldn't… he couldn't try anything, right?
The door creaked open, and there he was. Polite smile plastered across his face, but his eyes… oh, his eyes betrayed him the moment they landed on me. He looked. And looked. Longer than was polite, longer than any married woman should ever allow.
My throat went dry, a flush spreading from my chest to my cheeks. I felt exposed, like he could see straight through the thin fabric of my dress, straight into the shameful thoughts I had tried to bury. When his lips curved into a small smile, it was as if he was confirming what I already knew. He liked what he saw.
And worse—my body liked that he did.
A shiver crept down my spine, betraying me. Stop it… stop thinking like this. Not here, not in front of him. But even as I prayed for the ground to swallow me, a traitorous thought whispered through my head: He knows exactly what I'm hiding under this dress. And he wants it.
Before my thoughts could spiral further, Lina clapped her hands, her cheerful voice snapping me out of my haze. "Sooo… let's start the partyyy!"
Lina strolled over to the speaker and hit play, filling the room with music. She grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the open space. "Alright, watch closely," she said. "Follow my lead, and don't overthink it." She chuckled, holding me steady, showing off our little dance to the young neighbor who was quietly standing by the wall. I laughed and let her guide me, my body moving to the rhythm, trying to keep up with her energy.
Her hand rested on my waist, firm but playful, and I could feel the slight pressure as she nudged me into each step. I noticed him, his eyes fixed on me. A flutter of nerves shot through my stomach, but I didn't stop moving. I faced him more directly, arching my back a little longer than necessary, moving in a way that made the cut in my dress expose more of my leg.
Lina laughed suddenly, loud and carefree. "Oh, look at you, enjoying yourself now, huh?" she teased, giving my waist a firm grip. A shiver ran through me, and I nudged her lightly. "Don't do it so suddenly," I laughed, breathless, trying to cover how much the touch made me react.
We continued moving with the music, Lina guiding, spinning, pulling, and cheering at my
amazing attempts to match her. My eyes stayed locked on him, and I could feel how closely he watched. Impulsively, I slid my leg a little more, letting the slit open wider, giving him a better view.
Lina noticed immediately and let out a playful laugh, sliding her hand over my leg lightly. I didn't back away. I kept his gaze, feeling the heat rise through my body as her hand trailed upward, teasing me more, my lips parting slightly, a moan about to escape. The music carried on, and we danced like that, playful, daring, full of teasing energy, my body fully aware of his eyes and the thrill of being watched.
"Alright, enough dancing!" Lina whispered, walking over to the speaker and shutting off the music. "Okay! Before we get back to the music," she said, clapping her hands. "let's play something fun."
Something fun? My brow lifted, curiosity flickering through me. A game by Lina… well, I wasn't making any assumptions, but every single one of her previous "innocent" games had ended with me on the edge, butterflies thrumming low and hot inside my cunt. My stomach tightened just remembering.
I forced myself to focus, trying to take the rules in, even though my body already knew what was coming. On the surface, this one seemed harmless enough. Two people, one balloon, no hands. Carry it across the room, first to finish wins. It sounded like pure fun, innocent and simple, nothing to worry about.
But of course, Lina wouldn't leave it at that. My mind flared with both excitement and dread as I remembered how quickly an innocent setup had turned utterly… thrilling before. And I had only myself to blame, for letting her and that bastard, pull me into it.
I couldn't help the little smirk curling at my lips as I threw a sidelong glance at him, imagining the chaos that might unfold.
Lina started explaining, showing us exactly how it worked, and I nodded along, pretending to be serious. Then she flashed that playful smile I knew too well, the one that promised a twist, a real fun.
And there it was. The twist.
"But… we're picking partners randomly," she said, her grin widening. My stomach lurched. My heartbeat picked up instantly, my cunt fluttering with anticipation. The pairings would be random. That meant I could end up paired with her husband or... with him. That bastard. My pulse raced, my breath catching as a hot thrill rushed through me.
The first pair was Lina and her husband. I let out a little sigh of relief, a tiny smile tugging at my lips. At least it won't be him.
But now, there were only two options left—my husband and him. My chest nervously danced and my pulse went wild.
Of course, I wanted my husband. I wanted him like a loyal wife should, by my side, holding the balloon with me...
Of course I am not lying... Not at all.
...
Alright. Alright.
Maybe I lied a little.
But it's not entirely false though, I did want my husband... but only a little. On the other hand, if I get paired with him.. I couldn't stop the image that crossed my mind. Him sitting there, forced to watch as I played this "fun" game with somebody else. Him watching me helplessly, leaning against another body, our movements intimate in their ridiculous, innocent context.
My body reacted immediately, warm tingly waves washing over me. The thought made my breaths short, shallow. My mind flashed rapidly: him staring, forced to see me squirm and adjust, leaning close, almost touching… my cunt throbbed, wetness leaking.
I gulped hard, trying to steady my breath, but the dirty thrill didn't leave. It made me ache, excited and embarrassed at the same time.
I wanted to look innocent, laugh along, play the game, but the arousal kept clawing at me, twisting my thoughts into something dangerously tempting.
Even the idea of my husband being paired with me couldn't compete with the sharp, delicious tension building inside me at the thought of him witnessing it.
The thrill of knowing he could be forced to watch, and that I could finally taste the pent up tension, finally enjoy such an risky and exciting moment.
Lina's eyes scanned the rest of us. "Next couple is…" She dragged it out, stretching the tension like a string being pulled tight. "Two… and…" she turned her head toward me for the briefest second, lips smiling, "…threeee."
My hand trembled with excitement as I opened to reveal the number 2. He raised his, a smile appearing on his face.
"That makes number one…" Lina tapped her finger against my husband's slip, "…the referee."
"What? No, wait," he blurted, panic cracking his voice. "Why can't I—"
I almost choked on my laughter, holding it in as he squirmed helplessly. Every protest, every flustered movement, made a fire coil inside me. My body reacted without permission, heat pooling low and sharp as his helplessness spread through me.
"It's random," Lina said smoothly, cutting him off, her voice calm and teasing all at once. "Pure luck. Don't be such a sore sport."
Yep. Don't be such a sore sport.
Inside, I was smiling like a little devil. Show him his place, Lina. Show him exactly what he needs to do.
He clenched his jaw, teeth tight. "But—"
"Hey, you get the best seat in the house," Lina said, loud and playful, eyes sparkling. "Just watch and cheer. Besides, it's harmless."
I felt that humiliation thrown at my husband, deep in my gut, wicked and sharp. Poor hubby. He was frozen, completely out of control, forced to watch as his wife would play this silly, intimate game with someone else. My body couldn't help but react again, heat spreading as I imagined his racing thoughts, his helpless cries.
Yeah, now go, sit quietly, I thought. Watch every move, feel every humiliation, while your wife plays this game with someone else.
We stood at the start, the balloon pressed awkwardly between us. I did sneak a few glances at his condition and, well, it was exactly what I expected.
"Go!" Lina called.
Instantly, the balloon slipped. My instinct was to grab it, but before I could, his hand placed behind my lower back, the other sliding around my side. He pulled me in, pressing the balloon tight between our chests.
My stomach twisted with excitement. It was a game, after all. At least that's what my husband would think.
We began to move. Slow steps, side by side, both our heads leaning in close. His face brushed my neck, heat spilling over my skin, making it tingle.
Then—God—his tongue flicked lightly at my neck. I jerked slightly, not expecting it. This guy… so daring ❤. Before I could even react, he bit, very gently, just enough to jolt me.
Well, my husband couldn't possibly see this, I told myself, so I let him. Let him mark me quietly, knowing I was letting it happen.
His hand slid lower, right to the curve of my ass. I shot him a sharp look, an eyebrow raised, telling him silently to stop. He didn't. Instead, he squeezed, subtle but firm, like he was showing his dominance over me.
My breath shuddered with shame, and my eyes darted toward my husband, praying he hadn't noticed.
Thankfully, he wasn't looking this way.
We grew more comfortable as the race went on, bodies pressed flush, moving in sync. Each step was careful, hips brushing, the balloon trapped perfectly between us. It almost felt too natural, like we weren't playing at all. Every breath seemed to pull us closer.
When we finally reached the other side, my husband was right there, sitting quietly. His face said it all—frustration, helplessness. Poor guy. It wasn't his fault. Just bad luck.
But God, something about standing there, pressed against another man, then looking my husband right in the eye as we dropped the balloon… something about it thrilled me more than I wanted to admit.
Each round, I made it a point to look him in the eye as the balloon dropped from between us, giving him that innocent smile. Then I turned away, following back to the start like nothing happened.
The balloon race ended with us crossing the line first. We handed him the final balloon, and heat burned under my skin—not from the applause, but from the humiliation in my husband's eyes.
"Alright," Lina clapped, grinning, "time for the next game. Blindfold chase."
She quickly explained the rules. Whoever didn't get picked in the pairings would be blindfolded and have to catch the others. Another fun game.
My husband sighed as Lina tied the cloth over his eyes, his lips pressed tight like he wanted to protest again but didn't dare after she had already shut him down once.
Noticing a chance, he shifted closer, standing right beside me. His hand slid low, bold as ever, cupping my ass. I stiffened, eyes glued on my husband who was pulling nervously at the knot behind his head, trying to adjust to the darkness.
"You look hot," he whispered into my ear, his breath tickling, his words wrong. His fingers tightened, squeezing my ass roughly, making my knees weaken.
Then, his voice dropped even lower, like a silent promise.
"I'm going to fuck this ass tonight… at any cost."
My eyes widened, my breath catching in my throat at his boldness. A dirty rush hit my belly so hard I thought I would cum right there.
As he said it, his hand pushed up firmly, lifting my ass upwards from the pressure. The force of it made my hips tilt forward, my body moving half a step ahead.
I bit my lip, trying to hide the sound that almost slipped out, my eyes darting nervously toward my blindfolded husband.
"S-shut up…" I hissed faintly, my voice shaky, as if I was trying to scold him, to remind him he couldn't just say anything he wanted to me. But even as the words left my mouth, my body didn't really agree with me.
Instead of pulling away, I shifted closer to him, my shoulder brushing against his chest, pretending to laugh at nothing in particular so no one would notice. To anyone else, it looked like I was leaning in playfully, but actually, I was just trying to hide the gap that would reveal how his hand was still gripping me, holding me exactly where he wanted.
My lips opened in a silent gasp, my ass clearly enjoying his hand. I kept my gaze locked on my blindfolded husband, embarrassed, guilty… and yet, so incredibly turned on.
"Go!" Lina shouted.
We scattered across the room. I darted toward a corner, crouching low behind a table, trying to make myself small, trying my best to not get caught. Lina and her husband were busy distracting him, teasing and toying with him, so for a moment I thought I was safe.
That's when I saw him. The young neighbor. He was leaning against a doorway, eyes locked on me. I tried to brush it off, but when I looked again, my stomach clenched. He was still staring, unmoving, one hand pressed hard over his crotch. The other hand… pointing into the room beside him.
My heart pounded so loudly it filled my ears. He smiled—a slow, dirty grin, and slipped inside, leaving the door open.
No way… My thighs pressed together, cunt throbbing at the memory of his promise.
Did he really mean it? Fuck me? Tonight? Here? My womb twitched at the thought, shame and heat flooding me.
I looked back. My husband was still caught up with Lina and her man, distracted, oblivious. My throat went dry. Trapped between risk and lust, I froze, unsure and confused. Until... he appeared again after a minute.
This time, he was clearly annoyed. His cock was out in his hand, soft, stroking slow as his eyes bore into me. Teasing. Seducing.
That was it.
Something inside me snapped. My body moved before I could think. I stood quietly, eyes glued to his cock, every step toward that door pulling me deeper into something I couldn't stop. I glanced quickly, making sure no one noticed, then slipped inside after him.
He stood by the bed, silent. He didn't need to say a word.
I dropped to my knees instantly, hunger taking over as the musky heat of his cock hit my nose. My fingers wrapped around the thick shaft, trembling, greedy, before I gave it one long lick. My brain switched off, nothing left but raw need. I shoved him deep into my mouth, wet slurps filling the room as I devoured him. I didn't care about anything anymore.
Just. This. Cock.
"Slow down," he chuckled above me. "I'm not going anywhere."
Shame hit my cheeks. I felt embarrassed at how eagerly I had thrown myself onto him, desperate to taste more, but I couldn't help it. My lips and tongue moved greedily, and truthfully, I loved it this way. His cock felt so perfect in my mouth, long and fat unlike...
Anyways, such cocks are too hard to resist.
Then he leaned down, his breath brushing my ear. "What a dirty bitch. Running straight to me like this, hungry for some young dick."
The word bitch burned, but instead of pushing him away, I felt my arousal spike dangerously high. My belly knotted tight, and when he mentioned my husband, the shame nearly crushed me—yet it made my pussy throb even harder.
"Oh… that's right," he mocked, grinning down at me. "Talking about your husband is your weak point, isn't it? You get wetter just from hearing his name."
A broken whimper slipped from me, muffled by the thick length filling my mouth. His words hit me so hard I almost choked on him, but still not enough for me to pull back.
"Look at me while you suck it," he ordered.
My chest tightened. I felt the degradation coil around me, but my body obeyed. I tilted my eyes upward, locking them with his as I worked my mouth over him. The shame should have stopped me, but instead I stared at him like a slut—his slut—while he smirked down and mocked me, every thrust of my lips pushing me deeper into somewhere forbidden.
**Creak*
The door opened, and my mouth froze in place, his cock pressed all the way to the back of my throat. My husband. In thr room. He slowly walked in and stood just few feet away, facing toward us. My eyes blinked rapidly, heart hammering. I was tensed, confused, scared… and just one blindfold away from finally revealing everything I should have shown long ago.
I looked at the young neighbor, with a horrified face, and he answered with a wide, cheerful smile. He moved forward, sliding deeper into my mouth. His hand pressed against the back of my head, holding me in place as he drove into me like a madman. I tried to stay quiet, swallowing the wet noises I couldn't stop making but... utter failure. The noises came out even louder, so loud that even a deaf person could guess what was happening.
My eyes darted sideways toward my husband, completely still, just watching. My stomach twisted when I noticed the growing bulge in his pants.
No way… He's enjoying this. He's actually enjoying watching his wife being fucked in the mouth while he stands there like a coward.
The thought made me shiver uncontrollably, my body reacting to every movement, every thrust. My knees felt weak, my thighs tingling, and my clit pulsed against nothing but the sheer humiliation. My head bounced back as his hips met mine, my pupils dilated, everything around me fading into heat and shame.
I pushed back against him hard, deepening the angle, letting my body follow his motion, unable to stop myself. And through it all, I couldn't tear my eyes away from my husband's bulge, knowing he could definitely see, knowing he was hard for me, and the realization only made me wetter, more desperate.
I shuddered hard, waves of heat crashing through me as I orgasmed hard at the sight of his growing bulge. My mind spun with teasing thoughts, silently directed at him.
Oh, you like this, don't you? Watching your wife like this, mouth full with someone else's fat cock, and you just standing there like a coward. Does it turn you on that badly? Because it defintely makes my pussy clench just thinking about it, knowing your eyes are glued to me, your cock straining in your pants. Pathetic.
Just look at you, helpless, while I take this, while I moan and cum, and you can't do a thing. You thought you'd have control, that you'd guide me, that you'd protect me—but here I am, pressed and used and dripping for someone else, and all you can do is watch. Embarrassing. Weak.
Keep Enjoying it. I know you like seeing your wife lose herself, being pulled, teased, humiliated right in front of you. Your gaze follows every move I make, every little gasp, every slick noise I make for him. And you can't stop it. You can't stop me. I wonder… does it feel as good for you as it does for me? Or are you just burning inside, knowing you're too late, too small to matter right now?
I smirked inside my head, pressing a little harder with him, letting the thought of his helplessness make me wetter, making me bolder. Yeah, look at me. Watch me. Your wife, completely undone, right here, right now, and all you can do is take it.
Ahem.
I stopped for a second and for some reason, that made me anxious so I nervously pulled my head back letting the dick slip out of my mouth.
Was that intentional? Was he asking me to finally stop? That he can't take this anymore?
My lips were wet, my throat stinging. But before I could relax fully, his hands grabbed my head again, guiding me forcefully toward his dick.
He smiled at me with a crazy face, wild and unapologetic, and I couldn't help the way my body responded. I held onto his hips, steadying myself as each thrust made me rock back, moving with him, taking it in without hesitation. My hands clutched him tighter, pulling him closer, feeling his strength, his control.
Through it all, my mind drifted to him—the man who should have been the center of my attention. My husband, standing there, watching. I caught sight of him stepping back, unsure, helpless, and I smiled inside.
Yeah, get back. You can't do anything now. Your wife is already in this game, and it's too late. Take your pathetic ass out of this room.
I reveled in the thought, letting it mix with the thrill and heat of the moment. Every wet sound I made, every shiver, every gasp, I let him hear, let him feel.
And then after a brutal minute, he finally stopped, climaxing inside my mouth, emptying his balls completely and I drank all of it, like a good slut, and even in the chaos of my body and mind, I couldn't stop thinking, how amazing it was to see him so powerless, to know I was enjoying this, and he could do nothing about it.
His thick cock finally slipped out of my mouth, leaving me dazed and trembling. My legs felt like jelly, every nerve on fire from the intensity of what had just happened. I sat still for a moment, trying to gather myself, my chest heaving as I sucked in ragged breaths.
Slowly, painfully, I straightened, swaying slightly as I regained my balance. My eyes flicked to him—my husband—still standing there, frozen in shock, bulge pathetically straining his pants and something else I couldn't quite read.
I gave him a small, teasing smile, letting just a hint of mischief and triumph show, before moving past him as quietly as I could.