He took a bite, his face quickly turning into bliss. "Wow. The food you've been making these last few days are actually quite delicious. What's changed?"
C-Changed?
My heart skipped a beat. I looked at his plate, then down at my own.
"Actually," I said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear, "Lina and I have been doing some cooking together lately. And…"
I took a small breath and a strong gulp before completing the sentence. "She's really great at it. It's improving my cooking as well."
There was a pinch in my chest. A tiny twist of guilt.
It wasn't a complete lie, though. After all, we were actually cooking together... just not the way he'd imagine.
He smirked. "Okaaaay. I gotta thank Lina sometime, then. You've just seemed… different lately. Brighter." He paused for a moment looking down on his plate, then looked back at me with a soft, genuine smile.
"I'm really happy to see you this way."
"W-What?" I almost said it out loud.
Happy? You're happy to see me like this?
I knew he didn't mean it like that. Of course not. He was just glad to see his wife a little more cheerful, more lively. That's all. Not because I've been letting other men… touch me. Not because of what I've been doing behind his back.
But still... that dark thrill flared inside me. The thought tangled itself in my mind like a sickness I couldn't shake. His innocent smile, so happy, completely unaware—that was what made it worse.
F-fuck, I was getting excited. I crossed my legs tightly under the table, trying to stop the tingle forming inside my cunt.
God. What have I become.
He chuckled, "Oh? Blushing now, are we?"
I froze at his words.
B-Blushing?
I quickly smiled, trying to play it off. "Yeah… who wouldn't love compliments from their so… loving husband?"
The words left my lips sweetly, but inside, they twisted like a knife. I didn't even know if I was teasing him or punishing myself at this point.
"I'm just glad… you're happy."
He took another spoonful. "You should invite her over sometime for dinner. You two have gotten pretty close."
He took another spoonful, eyes closing briefly as he chewed. "This sauce… it's so rich and smooth. It just melts in my mouth."
My legs twitching under the table, one hand pressing hard over my pussy. M-melting, huh? If only he knew just how slippery things were getting on this side of the table.
"I'm glad it's hitting all.the.right.spots," I said, my mouth dragging each word with a sweet smile, curling my toes into the floor. His compliments weren't meant that way, I knew that. But my filthy mind was having a hard time behaving.
He licked a bit of sauce off his lip, laughing softly. "Even the texture's different. It's... deeper? Can a flavor feel deep?"
S-Stop it. PLEASE. Don't tease me like that. It felt like he was saying those words intentionally, trying to get a reaction out of me.
"I've just been... stirring things a little differently lately," I answered, eyes on the food, the smile still on my lips, but my gaze dropping for a second. My breath came quicker.
He laughed. "Well, whatever it is, it's working.
"You think so?" I asked, tilting my head as I shifted in my seat. My thighs rubbing together just enough to make me bite the inside of my cheek.
"Yeah, keep going. I don't want you to stop," he said as he took another bite, chewing happily. "The way you're layering flavors… its hitting the right spots."
My womb gave a slow, warm throb, completely oblivious to what his words were doing to me.
"I'm… glad it's hitting the right spots," I replied, voice oozing with excitement I couldn't control.
He chuckled, not catching a thing. "Oh, it is. There's a boldness to it. Like you're not holding back anymore."
"You..." I looked him straight in the eyes. "You want me to..." My chest fluttered with nervous excitement as the words slipped out, each one making my cunt clench harder beneath my skirt. "So... you like it when I don't hold back anymore?" My words carried something darker, like I was asking for permission for something dirtier.
He looked slightly worried, noticing the way my breath was coming out fast. "Y-Yeah. I'd love that. I mean... I already love it."
I turned my face toward the window to hide the crooked little grin curling at the corner of my lips.
In the faint glass reflection, I caught sight of myself. Flushed. Glowing. Excited.
I quickly wiped the smile off my face.
"Hey," he asked gently, "you alright?"
I blinked. "O-of course. Just… really happy you're enjoying it."
He smiled at me with pure love in his eyes and I smiled back with pure love in my eyes.
"Thank you," I murmured, turning my eyes down to my plate before they could show the wrong thing.
The lights were off. The room silent except for the dirty pulse inside me. My body was… itching.
The dull throb between my legs hadn't stopped since dinner. The way he kept complimenting me, unknowingly feeding my twisted thoughts with every innocent word—God, it had left me feeling so unbearably turned on. And now, lying beside him in the dark, his warmth only inches away, I couldn't take it anymore.
Slowly, I shifted closer. Inch by inch, until my back met his chest. I pressed against him gently, almost pretending it was just a sleepy move in my slumber. But I knew what I was doing.
And then… I pushed. My ass found him. The soft bulge resting inside his boxers.
I rolled my hips once. Slow. Testing. I rolled again. Harder this time.
And then he moved.
"Hmm?" he mumbled, voice groggy, confused. "You okay?"
I didn't answer. Instead, I arched slightly, making sure he could feel it. Feel me.
It worked. His hand reached for my waist, pulling me closer. He was hard now. It didn't take long.
"You're in the mood?" he asked sleepily.
I didn't say anything. I just tilted my head, brushing my lips across his jaw, biting down gently. My ass still rubbing against him, my cunt clenched so tight I thought I might lose it without even needing more.
His hand slipped under my waistband.
And just like that, it began. Quick. Almost clumsy. He pulled my shorts down halfway, enough to push in. No foreplay. No teasing. Just the bare minimum effort.
I gasped, more from the shock of how sudden it was than from pleasure.
He thrusted into me, deep at first, then faster. I gripped the pillow, body jerking slightly with each slap of skin. My face twisted, not in bliss—but in frustration.
It wasn't enough. It never was. I never noticed these things before because it never mattered. But now, it matters.
The stretch. The heat. The pressure. Everything just… lacked something. I wanted to cry out, wanted to feel that high—but instead, all I got was the sound of his breath growing quicker, the way his hips snapped against mine with increasing speed.
He groaned. His grip on my hip tightened.
And then… he came.
Just like that.
A few seconds passed. I could feel him breathing hard against my neck. He kissed my shoulder lazily, then shifted back, pulling out with a satisfied sigh.
I laid there. Still.
My legs sticky. My cunt pulsing. But empty.
Disappointed. Again.