33. Wife's POV [Part 1]

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



He placed his hand over me as we turned to sleep after the usual, tender kind of sex he always gave me. His warmth pressed against my back, steady, comforting. But as our breaths evened out and the room fell quiet, I couldn’t ignore the soft flutter building in my stomach.

A small, involuntary quiver. Not from guilt. Not from love either.

Anticipation.

Thinking about tomorrow. Wondering what he might do. What Lina might suggest. What I might allow.

Whatever it was… I knew I’d face it. Take it. Endure it.

No... not endure.

Want it.

I swallowed, my lips curling into a faint smile in the dark.

I… hope it’s something fun.

I closed my eyes, half smiling, half nervous.

And when I opened them again… it was morning already.

I sat up with a messy hair, eyes half shut. I sat quietly for a moment, blankly staring ahead. The soft chirps of birds reached my ears, slipping into the silence of the room. I’ve always loved that sound. Even when I was a kid, I’d wake up to it and just lie still, listening. It made the world outside feel safe. It made me feel warm,calm and happy.

It wasn’t loud or anything. Just gentle and peaceful. Like a soft greeting.

Good morning.

I let out a quiet breath and rubbed my arms, letting that feeling settle in. I finally pushed myself up, brushing the sleep off my face. “Time to get moving...”, I muttered.

I had my eyes on the clock. Every tick felt loud and teasing. I kept glancing at it. Is it time yet? Only to find there was still a while left. I muttered under my breath, irritated, “Why the hell is time moving so slow today?”

But eventually, my glances were finally answered. As if time had finally grown tired of my curses and decided to pick itself up and move forward. The moment had arrived.

I stepped out quickly, the nervous flutter in my stomach instantly tightening. There was something different in the air—like even the wind could feel what was about to happen. I walked toward the gate, heart unsteady, breath a little off.

Lina wasn't there. I paused, looking around.

I waited a minute. Maybe two.

And then I frowned to myself.

Why… why am I standing here like this? Why do I have to wait for her? Am I really that weak that I can’t take a few steps unless she’s beside me? That thought made my fingers curl around the cold edge of the gate. I bit the inside of my cheek.

No.

I’m a grown woman.

I don’t need anyone to hold my hand. I can handle whatever he throws at me… I have to.

“Alright.” I told myself. “I can do this.”

I gave myself a small nod, more to feel brave than anything else. The house stood in front of me. I could feel my heartbeat in my chest now, thumping hard and fast, as if my body already knew what this meant.

Even though it would just be him and me inside… Even though we’d be alone…

I couldn’t stop the thrill that crept through me. That low, warm rush in my stomach. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t even guilt.

It was something else.

A kind of breathless curiosity.

A nervous excitement I couldn’t fully explain, only feel.

The awareness that I was doing this, knowingly… started warming me from inside.

It was a moment.

A chance.

To be alone again with him.

My heart pounded harder.

Should I really go in?

Of course, a soft, shameless voice whispered from somewhere inside me.

That one word shook the hesitant right off me.

I took a step. Then another. My legs felt heavier, but I didn’t stop. The closer I got to the door, the louder everything inside me became.

I looked back, hoping to spot Lina — expecting her to be right behind me, walking with that usual spring in her step. But… nothing. No footsteps. No familiar presence. She wasn’t there—the only person who could have stopped me. And now… there was nothing that could stop me. Because I had made up my mind.

I didn’t want to stop.

I wanted to see what would happen.

What would he do today?

Would he… teach me something new?

Would I let him?

My hand reached for the door before I could even think twice. My breath caught in my throat. There was no turning back now.

And In the pit of my stomach, I already knew—I didn’t want to turn back.

I knocked at the door, steadying my breath, calming my face. I couldn’t let anything slip. I didn’t want him to notice the state of my body or the mess my thoughts were in.

He opened the door a moment later. I tried to keep a normal smile as our eyes met, pretending everything was just as usual. His brows lifted slightly—maybe in surprise. His eyes flicked past me for a second, probably checking if Lina was somewhere behind. But there was noone. Just me. I didn’t say anything. I just stood there, holding the smile. He probably didn't expect to see me standing here alone. To be honest, I did't expect as well.

He didn’t say anything. He simply stepped aside, giving me the space to walk in.

I entered slowly, one step at a time, feeling the weight of each movement. My heart thudded painfully in my chest, and I kept my eyes ahead, refusing to glance back.

And then —click

The sound of the door closing. It was soft but loud enough to make me flinch.

I swallowed lightly, my legs still moving, steady but slow. The silence between us pressed in, and yet I kept walking. Each step leading deeper into something....

"Is Lina not going to come today?" he asked, his voice breaking the silence like a soft tap on glass.

I stopped where I was, not walking any further. I turned to look back at him, keeping my expression as neutral as I could manage.

"She didn't say anything about not coming," I said slowly, watching his face. "But... I think she might be a little late."

He stayed near the door, eyes fixed on me, as if measuring something in my words. A quiet tension building between us again. He took a step forward.

"Is that so?" His voice had changed, dipping into something teasing.

I felt my heartbeat pick up. I swallowed once, forcing out a quick, soft reply. "Y-yeah."

He wasn't looking to walk past me, but towards me. Not to head elsewhere. At me.

"Hmm," he murmured, voice low, curious. "I wonder what we should do... to kill some time."

I felt the heat crawl between my thighs, deep and aching. My body gave itself away.

He kept coming closer, each step slow, intentional, like he was toying with me.

I took a step back, almost without thinking. Then another. Light, nervous. My eyes didn’t leave his.

"What do you say?" he asked, eyes glinting, his voice thick with something playful.

I froze inside, the heat in my core spreading, curling like smoke. I knew what he meant. Every part of me knew.

What do I say? My mind screamed out an answer. Let's fuc—

"I-I don't know," I replied instead, sheepishly, my voice barely steady.

My feet kept moving, backward, slow but constant. My eyes stayed locked with his.

Suddenly, my back touched the wall. The soft thud made my breath caught in my belly. There was no more space to move.

He looked at me with that smile. That damn demonic smile.

Like he was enjoying it. Watching me like this. Watching me struggle so uselessly. So helplessly.

There was nothing I could do, and he liked that. He liked seeing me in that pathetic state. My legs started to gave in, just slightly, but enough to make me press my knees together. My fingers curled tightly around the edge of my skirt, gripping it nervously.

I turned my face to the side, tilted just enough so I didn’t have to meet his eyes. I couldn’t.

He stood right in front of me now. So close. I could feel the heat from his body.

He didn’t speak. Just looked at me, quietly.

And there I was, still trembling, staring off to the side. Trying to stay composed. Failing.

"You don’t know?" he said, voice low, humiliating.