33. My turn to bathe

The world felt too distant, like I was an NPC in a game, existing only to play the role assigned to me. I did not act unless something triggered me to. I spoke only when spoken to. I moved only because the situation demanded it, not because I wanted to. Every response felt pre-written, like I was following lines I did not remember learning. Moving forward without any real control, dragged along by the choices and actions of everyone else, while mine felt meaningless or delayed.

It was like I was being played with, nudged from one position to another, kept just aware enough to feel it happening. The game was not just moving me around. It was doing something more. It was changing something inside me, tightening it little by little until my thoughts no longer felt like my own.

Everything around me felt more and more unfamiliar. I found myself staring up at the ceiling, my eyes tracing cracks and shadows for too long, aware that I must have looked unhinged but unable to stop.

This house, the walls, the rooms I had lived in, the people I have met, all of it felt wrong, convincing at a glance but false the moment I paid more attention.

My eyes switched to the photo hanging on the wall. A photo of Me and my wife, together, smiling. I stared at her face in the frame. This person. I could not reconcile the image with the feeling crushing my chest.

Everything felt fake. The house. The memories. Even myself.

Am I... Am I still inside the nightmare? Am I???

I raised my hand and slapped my face, once, then again, then harder. And trust me, the slap burned. It was painful, yet nowhere near to what I was feeling in my heart.

**CREEEEAK*

The sound of the door opening made me snap my head around. And there she was. With a towel wrapped around her tempting curves, draped just over her nipples, leaving the top of her chest exposed in such a hot way that sent an electrifying jolt under my pants.

No. No. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about… this. Not now. My head was spinning, my heart hammering, and everything from the nightmare, the old man, the things I had seen... was still fresh and raw under my skin. And her… the way she had spoken earlier, that little edge in her voice… it only made it worse.

I needed space, clarity, a second to put all of this together. My thoughts scrambled, snapping over themselves like broken wires.

Step Step

She stepped forward, slowly and sensually, and my brain short-circuited. All the confusion, the fear, the thoughts of what I had seen before—they vanished. I was trapped, completely charmed by her. Every rational thought I tried to hold onto slipped away. My body lost it's will. I could feel it, the pull, the heat, the undeniable tension. I hated that I gave in, that I lost control yet again, but there was no stopping it. I could only try to swallow hard, blink, and hope that whatever clarity I was waiting for wouldn’t disappear completely.

Fuck.

How can anyone resist this?? She was just too fucking hot. This sudden moment of her hotness completely caught me off guard. I couldn't help but rub my cock in silence, which was dying to come out. My heart thumped louder and louder as she came closer. The excitement was written all over my face, and I could see it on hers too. I looked at her face, and that expression alone felt enough to make me nut right then and there.

She looked straight into my eyes, or maybe into my soul, stopping just a few steps away from me. Biting her lower lip, she made one hell of a nut cracking expression, teasingly lifted the towel with her fingers, pausing just before it could reveal her juicy pussy.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I had no words to express what I was seeing. There was something different about her, not the teasing, not her body, but...her eyes. The way she looked at me carried a hint of lust, but there was something else mixed into it... something forbidden. Those eyes were far more stimulating than anything I could feel from her body alone. It surprised me, pulled at me, and held my attention in a way I couldn’t explain. They weren’t the soft, sweet ones I was used to. There was something else there now. Something daring and seductive. A look that felt very raw, like I was seeing a side of her I had never known existed. I didn’t understand it. But I knew one thing for sure, that my body was responding with a big YES.

My sweet wife was now comfortable enough to show me this side of hers. I was... over the moon.

She was toying with me. And I… I was liking it. Enjoying it. Perhaps, she felt a little guilty for being curt earlier, and this… this was her way of teasing me, apologizing. Yeah, that had to be it. I swallowed hard and let out a small, foolish smile.

I stepped forward, ready to tell her that I forgave her. That it happens to the best of us. That I liked this little game she was playing and that I can't hold it anymore.

But she stopped me. Raising her hand quickly, palm pointed towards me, hinting at me to stay where I was and to not take another step. Her expression quickly shifted, the teasing happiness fading into mild annoyance.

Alright. No need to spoil whatever she had in mind. I decided to go with the flow.

I took a few steps back. Almost immediately, her expression softened, and she smiled. It was the kind of smile you give a puppy when it finally does what it is told. And right then, I was that puppy, ready to accept whatever orders she threw at me.

Our intense eye contact finally broke right before she turned around. She bent forward, revealing her round and bouncy ass. An ass that made a perfect clapping sound, when fucked. An ass that only belonged to me...

Her hand slowly came in sight from between her legs, pausing right over her tight hole, before she playfully covered it.

What... What the.... I...I...can't...

I ground my teeth hard, unable to hold back what she was making me feel. We weren't even fucking. Just her giving me a show, but something about those expressions, that intense eye contact... was just so excitingly dangerous.

There was a strange sensation buzzing in my entire body. A very different kind but familiar. It wasn’t just desire. It wasn’t just excitement. There was something more about it, something I couldn’t put a hold on.

Maybe... It was the helplessness of being unable to do anything while being teased so boldly, or if it was something worse. The denial. The fact that I was being stopped, restrained without being touched, made to wait when every instinct in me screamed to move. My body wanted, my mind wanted, and yet I was frozen, stopped by nothing but her presence and her will.

Or maybe...

Stop. It won't be that. It can't be that. My thoughts were spiraling again.

My mind was filled with confusion and heat. Trapped between wanting answers and wanting more of whatever this was.

My cock throbbed harder and harder. I could feel it cumming, but I was trying my best to hold it back. My grip over my cock kept tightening, instinctive, desperate, to hold back the urge to cum. Not yet. Not so soon.

“C… can…”

Throb Throb

“Pl… please…”

The words came out broken, barely holding together. I waited desperately for her to say something, to give me permission, to allow me. She looked at me then, with a pressure I had never felt before. It sent a rush through me, sharp and overwhelming, and to my own surprise, it felt good. I was shaking, my body reacting on its own, everything inside me stretched to its limit. It was all too much to handle, yet I couldn’t look away.

She stood up with a sweet smile and started walking towards me, all while maintaining the eye contact. Finally, it was about to happen. My cock pulsed with every step she took, my heart thudding in sync with her movement.

She stopped right in front of me, taking her time, her eyes roaming over my trembling body as if inspecting it, savoring every reaction. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t think clearly. Every subtle motion of hers made my chest flutter with excitement.

Her hands hovered near my thigh, making slow circles with her finger. I stood frozen, caught between wanting to move and knowing I had no control.

The second I felt her hand lightly brush my cock, my heartbeat went bonkers. I was panting like a dog, every nerve on fire. My eyes stared straight ahead, but my body shook uncontrollably like a leaf in a storm, anticipating what her next step would be.

Her hot breath was right against my neck, her fingers now pressing lightly over my cock. She didn't unzipp my pants or stroked it the way I wanted. She just kept tracing the same spot with same intensity.

After enough seconds of torture, a weak sound finally slipped from my throat. “C-can you—”

She stopped me instantly. One finger lifted, pressing gently but firmly over my lips. A silent command. Don’t speak. Don’t move.

My breath hitched. My body trembled harder. I wasn't sure why being restrained like this felt... good.

Out of nowhere, A squeeze.... On my balls.

Oo...oohhh... Fuuu.. cckkk?!!!!

I couldn't hold back the moan. It was too stimulating, too weird. It should have been painful, having your balls squeezed. But This... was different. This felt strangely nice.

And before I could prepare myself for her next

move, her grip tightened. Not too hard. Not too light. Just... perfect.

That was it. Everything inside me collapsed at once. The tension I had been holding, the anticipation, the helpless waiting—it all flooded through me in a single overpowering wave. My knees nearly gave out as warmth and relief crashed over me, my body shuddering uncontrollably.

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe properly. All I could feel was how good it felt, how completely my body had surrendered, how embarrassingly I enjoyed losing myself like that.

She leaned in close, her lips kissing my ear as she whispered, slightly happy.

“Guess, it’s your turn to bathe now.”