40. Her smirk

We stepped out of the house, but my mind was already working. I wanted to know the real reason she'd been so reluctant to let me come along. It was Leena's house, after all. Why would she have any problem with me being there? Unless...

I glanced at my wife from the corner of my eye. She was walking beside me, looking straight ahead as though nothing was wrong. Maybe I was making assumptions, but I wasn't going to give her the benefit of the doubt anymore. Not after everything I'd learned.

Let's see what you're hiding.

I kept walking, watching her without making it obvious. As we got closer to the young neighbor's house, I noticed him standing outside his door. And similarly, he noticed us too. He looked at us for a second, then almost immediately away. He quickly turned around and went back inside.

I frowned.

What was that?

It looked almost as if he'd been waiting for someone. Waiting for...

Her?

The thought came to me so randomly, yet somehow, everything suddenly seemed to fall into place. So that's why.

Her hesitation when I'd said I was coming. The way she'd suddenly seemed uncomfortable. The fact that she had been so eager to leave without me.

She wasn't going to Leena's house, was she?

I felt my anger rising as the pieces connected in my head. Maybe she had been planning to go to his house instead. Maybe that was what she'd been hiding from me all along.

I clenched my jaw and kept walking.

I can't believe this. She has been fucking him as well.

Just how much had my wife been hiding from me? Just what has she turned into?

By the time we reached Leena's house, my mind was already filled with questions. My wife was walking a few steps behind me, noticeably slower than before. I reached the door, knocked, and waited.

After a second, I glanced back at her.

“You're walking pretty slowly. Is there a problem?”

She immediately shook her head.

“Oh, no, no. My foot feels a little strained, that's all.”

I looked at her for a second, then turned back toward the door.

“Alright.” I paused, then added casually, “I was just wondering... are we at the correct house?”

It was a small indirect dig at my wife. Though, technically, it was the truth too. We weren't at the correct house. Given everything that had happened, I just wanted to see how she would react.

I kept my eyes on the door, waiting to see what she would say.

Before she could respond, the door opened.

Leena stood there with a bright smile on her face. “Wow, look at the surprise!”

She looked genuinely happy to see us. “How are you doing?” she asked me.

“I’m back to normal now,” I replied with a smile. “How have you been?”

“Oh, please, come inside. Let’s chat over some snacks,” she said, stepping aside to let us in.

I smiled playfully. “Well, that's exactly why I tagged along with my wife. She told me you guys were going to eat snacks, and I just had to be here.”

As I said that, I glanced at my wife, wondering what she would say now. Her cover was about to blow up. Instead, she simply looked at Leena and remained quiet.

Leena, however, spoke up before she could say anything. “Well, alright. I suppose I can make a spot for you, but it would still be better if only your wife had come,” she replied playfully.

My eyes narrowed in confusion.

Shouldn't she be saying something that makes it clear she didn't know we were coming? After all, according to my wife, she had originally been planning to go to the young neighbor's house. So why was Leena responding as if my wife's visit had been expected all along?

Unless... she was actually going to Leena's place.

If that was the case, then what had that hesitation been about earlier? Why had she seemed so reluctant to let me come along? None of it made sense.

For a moment, I wondered if I'd misjudged everything and simply cooked up scenarios in my head for no reason. But at this point, I couldn't really blame myself for overthinking. Given everything I'd already discovered, this was a perfectly normal thought process for any husband in my situation.

Still, whatever the truth was, at least one thing had become clear. My wife hadn't lied about coming here. She really had been going to Leena's house.

I felt a small sense of relief at that realization.

But the relief didn't erase the pain. Not even close. There were still too many things I had seen, too many things I knew, and too many questions that needed answers.

We eventually headed inside and settled down together. Leena brought out some tea and snacks, and before long, the three of us were sitting around and chatting like it was any other afternoon. I mostly kept quiet, sipping my tea while listening to them talk.

Then, somehow, the conversation shifted to the dinner we had all shared recently.

“Do you remember how much fun that night was?” Leena asked, looking at my wife. “The games, the dancing... everything?”

My wife didn't answer right away. She suddenly became quiet, and I noticed that I had gone quiet too. I remembered that night, getting ready for the dinner and especially the way my wife had dressed. She had worn that dress she once told me she would never wear, and for some reason, that detail suddenly stood out in my mind.

Leena laughed. “Look at you going all quiet. You were the one who enjoyed yourself the most.”

She smirked as she said it, and I noticed my wife's cheeks turn slightly red.

Leena continued. “Well, he was fun, wasn't he?”

He?

I paused with the cup near my lips.

Who is she talking about?

Then it came back to me.

The young neighbor. Of course. He had been there that night too.

She must be talking about him.

I took a slow sip of my tea, trying not to show anything on my face. For some reason, I had a feeling this conversation was heading somewhere I wasn't sure I would like. At the beginning, I'd thought this would just be some harmless conversation between the three of us. Maybe I should have stayed home after all.

Leena looked at my wife again. “To be honest, initially, I thought it would've been better if it had just been us two young couples. No bachelor allowed. But I'm glad I didn't do that and invited him as well. The night would've been so boring without him, don't you think?”

My wife's expression changed slightly.

Why was Leena complimenting him so much? My memories were still hazy, and the more they talked, the more uncomfortable I became.

Then my wife suddenly looked at me.

“Yeah,” she said, answering Leena. “You're right. He was... so much fun.”

I froze.

What... what was that?

The way she said it made my stomach twist. She was smiling, but she wasn't looking at Leena anymore. She was looking directly at me.

For some reason, that smile made me feel… small.

That familiar sensation began creeping back into me again, the same confusing mixture of embarrassment and something I still couldn't properly understand.

Leena laughed. “I know, right?”

She crossed her legs and leaned back comfortably, completely at ease. I, on the other hand, suddenly felt as though I were sitting there completely exposed. The vibe of the conversation had somehow changed.

I could feel Leena's glare on me. And I could feel my wife's too.

“And that dress,” Leena continued, looking at my wife or maybe… looking at me. “You looked so good that night. Honestly, if I were a man, I'd probably have been all over you.”

She laughed at her own joke. And to my surprise, my wife laughed too.

I gave her a sideways glance.

Since when did she laugh at jokes like that?

Leena continued, seemingly enjoying herself. “You know what? I'm actually a little jealous of you.”

“Jealous?” my wife asked.

“Of course. You have such a sweet husband.”

I lowered my eyes to my tea, listening carefully.

Then Leena added, “He was such a good sport during that balloon game. Just quietly sitting there and watching while his wife was paired up with someone else.”

My heart skipped a beat.

Wh-what? Wh-what did she mean? Paired up with someone else?

I focused hard on that night, trying to pull the memory back into focus. Her words seemed to be unlocking pieces of it that had somehow disappeared from my mind.

Then slowly, I started to remember... the balloon game.

My wife and the young neighbor had been paired together. Now, I could picture it more clearly. I remembered sitting there and watching them, unable to do anything except sit back while they played together. I remembered the way they had been pressed against each other, how he had his hand placed over her hips and how helpless I'd felt just watching it happen.

The humiliation came rushing back.

And along with it came that other feeling, the one I'd been desperately trying not to acknowledge. It started building inside me again, leaving me confused and disgusted with myself.

No. Stop it.

I looked down at my tea, trying to push the memory away.

I don't want to remember it.

Because the more clearly I remembered that night, the stronger those emotions became. And the fact that I was reacting to those memories in a way I didn’t want to, it only made it worse.

What is wrong with me?

Leena seemed completely amused.

“My husband could never do that,” she continued. “He wouldn't even let me get that close to another man, let alone participate in a game like that.”

I could feel my pulse quickening as I tried to process what she was saying. Was that a compliment or an insult?

Then my wife spoke.

“Yeah. He's very secure about me.”

I looked at her. Her tone felt very teasing.

“I mean, he trusts me completely.” she added calmly, looking right at me, with a teasing smirk on her face.

And at this point, I was sure she was making fun of me.

Leena spoke again. "And the blindfold chase turned out to be even more fun."

Blindfold chase? My mind scrambled, then the memory clicked into place. Leena kept going. "You sure took a lot of time catching us. I wonder what you were doing in that room for so long."

That room.

The silhouette against the dim light. The unmistakable wet sounds of a mouth working a cock. The soft moans. I’d assumed it was Leena. But now, staring at my wife beside me, the truth hit like a punch. That had been her.

My heart slammed. No way. No fucking way. My cock twitched under my shorts, swelling fast. It was my wife. My wife on her knees for the young neighbor. My wife sucking him while I stood there like an idiot.

I looked at her. She was already watching me, that same little smirk pulling at her mouth. It felt as if she was laughing at me, as if her expression was silently telling me, “Now you realize?”

She held my gaze, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as if remembering the taste.

FUCCCKKK….

I looked away, breath almost out of control. One more look from her, and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to hold it in.

My cock kept thumping in heat, the head pushing against the thin fabric of my short. I shifted slightly on the couch, making sure to keep my reaction hidden. Thankfully, neither of them seemed to notice anything.

Leena laughed softly. "Well, seems like he doesn't remember much about that. But what about you?" she asked my wife.

My wife answered without breaking eye contact with me. "Yeah, I remember. That game was... very tiring." Again, the way she smiled right at me, it felt like she was rubbing it on my face.

Leena leaned forward. "And I wanted to ask you, how the hell did you hurt your head in the bathroom?"

The question dragged another memory up. Drinking. Passing out. Waking up needing to piss. Someone guiding me. A hand on my arm. Then the bathroom door closing.

Then…

Now it all lined up. My wife was the one who had taken me in there. She had left me on the bathroom and gone straight back to his cock like I was just some drunk stranger who happened to be in her house.

I could feel the wet spot starting to spread where the head pressed against my shorts. Shame washed over me, mixing with the raw ache in my balls. I didn't know if I wanted to yell or just sit here and let them keep tearing me down while my dick danced in heat.

My wife's eyes dropped to my lap, then lifted again. That smirk stayed on her face. She was enjoying every second of watching me realize what she'd done.

My cock kept pulsing against the fabric of my shorts, the wet spot growing larger with every throb. I could feel the heat of it spreading down my thigh.

Leena shifted on the couch and gave a little shrug. "Hmm, I guess I shouldn't talk about it. Since you probably don't remember anyway. Well anyways guys, I have to go somewhere. It was so nice talking to you."

My wife smiled at her. "Same here as well. Thanks for having us."

We stood up to leave. Leena stepped close as we passed her, her breath brushing my ear. "Do you actually not remember anything?"

I turned my head to look at her, but nothing came out. She just smiled again and walked away.

Outside the house, the air felt different, the mess in my shorts was starting to feel sticky and gross. I slowed down without meaning to, falling a few steps behind my wife. Unlike when we'd arrived, we were leaving in the exact opposite way. Now I was walking nervously behind her.

My cock was still half-hard, the head rubbing against the wet fabric with every step.

"Oh, where are you guys going?" a voice called out from behind us.

I stopped cold. My stomach dropped. It was him. The oldman.