55. Wife's POV

Thirty minutes from now, I was supposed to be in my bathroom, just as he had asked. I still wondered what could possibly be the reason, but I decided to leave that for him to explain. For now, I carried on with my cooking, though my eyes kept strolling toward the clock every few minutes.

The bathroom. In the bathroom. In 30 minutes. I have to be there.

The words kept playing on a loop in my mind, as though my brain had marked them as an instruction I couldn't bring myself to defy.

I just hoped my husband would stay asleep long enough for me to finish whatever I had been called to the bathroom for and come back out before he woke up.

Twenty minutes passed, and I was finally done preparing the food. Now all I had to do was wait a little longer before going to the bathroom. I tried to keep myself occupied, but my thoughts kept returning to the same thing.

Then came a sudden sound from my phone.

Ding.

My eyes instinctively moved toward the clock.

Is it time?

Not that this was some formal meeting that had to happen at an exact time, but seeing the notification still made my heart jump a little higher. I picked up my phone and looked at the notification.

Get to your bathroom.

I clutched my phone a little tighter, bringing it close to my chest. Nervousness flared over me. I looked around anxiously, first at my husband and then at the bathroom door. Looking at him made me feel a little guilty, a little nervous. But whenever my eyes shifted toward the bathroom door, a completely different feeling took over. I felt a dirty excitement building inside me, along with an anticipation I couldn't quite suppress.

A dozen possibilities ran through my mind. What exactly did he want me to do in the bathroom? And why the bathroom of all places? It wasn't even his bathroom. It was mine. What could possibly be the purpose that he needed me to be there before he could tell me? I couldn't make sense of it.

Ugh, this is so confusing.

But somehow, I had a feeling that whatever his reason was, it would leave me dripping by the time I came out.

I gave one final look toward my sleeping husband.

I'm sorry, I silently mouthed, as though he could hear me. Then I silently pleaded with him to sleep a little longer, hoping he would somehow do exactly what I was asking of him without ever knowing why.

I took a few hesitant steps toward the bathroom, moving as quietly and slowly as I could. I felt like a robber sneaking through a house, terrified of making even the slightest sound. Every step seemed louder. Every movement made me wonder whether my husband might wake up.

I reached the bathroom door and paused for a moment, glancing back to make sure I wasn’t being watched before quietly slipping inside.

I turned toward the switch and pressed it.

Nothing happened.

I frowned and pressed it again.

Still nothing. It wasn’t working.

I was about to try the switch once more when my phone vibrated in my hand. I looked down at the screen and saw a message waiting for me.

Are you there?

I replied quickly.

Yes.

He reacted to my message with a heart and immediately followed it with another message.

Good.

I stared at the message, wondering what he was about to say next. Then another message appeared. This time, he had sent me a picture.

It was a picture of his bathroom wall.

I looked over the image, confused. What's the point of this? My eyes wandered across the picture, searching for whatever it was he wanted me to notice. Then, suddenly, they stopped.

Something on the wall caught my attention.

There was a hole in the wall, neither too big nor too small, just large enough to make me stare at it in confusion. I leaned closer to the screen, my confusion slowly giving way to realization.

Then it clicked.

The hole.

My eyes broadened as I remembered my husband mentioning it when we had first moved into the house. At the time, I hadn't thought much about it. It had been just another odd little detail about the house, something I had heard and then forgotten. But now, seeing it from the other side, I suddenly understood. The hole in his bathroom was connected to the one in ours.

Another image arrived.

I opened it immediately. It was another picture of the same hole, but this time something else was visible in the corner of the frame. Just a tiny glimpse of his… meat.

My breath flared.

This... guy...

A cruel bastard. That's what he was. He was teasing me, playing with me, deliberately giving me only the faintest glimpse of his thing, just enough to poke at me and leave me wanting more. But I knew the game had only just started, and I would be the one to end it.

I was alone in the bathroom, and there was nothing around me to interrupt my thoughts or my… actions. I stayed put completely captivated by that tiny portion of the image, my eyes refusing to leave the screen.

I moved my fingers little by little, first dragging across the front of my skirt, taking my sweet time before stopping at the side of my skirt. I gave it a tug, pulling the skirt upward, then did the same with the other side. This adjustment made it easier for my fingers to reach my begging pussy.

I began grazing myself through my panties, and with every passing second, the urge to finger myself grew stronger. I tried to hold back, but the teasing only made the temptation harder to resist. Eventually, I gave in.

A soft moan slipped from my lips despite barely touching my clit. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the screen, my attention entirely fixed on that dirty thing.

But this wasn’t enough. I wanted more, and I wanted it quick. My thumb moved toward the keyboard, ready to ask him for a better picture, but before I could send anything, I heard a weird sound.

Tap.

I froze.

My head immediately turned toward the wall.

Where had that sound come from?

I quickly turned on the flashlight on my phone, sweeping the light around the bathroom. For a second, I thought if I had imagined it. The bathroom was totally quiet again.

DING.

A message.

Move the board covering the hole from your side.

I gazed at the message for a second before turning the flashlight toward the wall. I knew exactly where the hole was. And there it was, covered by a wooden board.

So that was it.

He had been trying to push the board from the other side. That must have been the sound I heard.

Gosh...

I slowly moved toward the wall, keeping my phone in one hand as I carefully placed it where the light could illuminate the area. My fingers reached for the board, and steadily moved it away from the hole.

The moment the board moved away, light from the other side of the wall came pouring through the opening.

Thump. Thump.

My heart began pounding with anticipation.

Suddenly, everything started making sense. The strange request. The bathroom. The hole in the wall. This was why he had wanted me to come here.

I paused, staring at the opening. My hand remained on the board as my eyes shifted toward my phone. I checked the screen, half expecting another message.

There was one.

Are you ready?

I understood immediately.

My fingers moved toward the keyboard. I began typing yes, but before I could finish, something appeared through the opening.

I watched in silence as I stared at his cock leisurely filling the gap.

I quickly placed my phone nearby, positioning it so that its flashlight was aimed directly at the hole. Once I was sure the light was falling exactly where I needed it, I left the phone there and turned my full attention toward the opening. Toward his meat. Toward my meat.

I stood there breathing heavily, my cunt getting wetter and my brain getting foggier. I had become so lost in the moment that it took a sudden jerk from his cock to snap me out of my daze. As though his cock were impatiently telling me, Come here, bitch. Stop wasting time.

I swallowed, my heart pounding harder.

I knew what he wanted me to do. And I also knew what I wanted myself to do.

I crouched down, bringing my face closer to his cock.

It hit my nose first, and like a pathetic whore, I smiled. The thick shaft twitched against my nose, the heat radiating from it making my head spin. I inhaled again, deeper this time, filling my lungs with that heavy, musky scent. Steadily, I opened my mouth, dragging them along the length, feeling every ridge and vein press against my lips.

My tongue slipped out next, running slowly from the base upward. It was salty, sweaty and something raw that made my cunt throb in heat. I licked again, longer strokes this time, coating his cock in my spit until it glistened under the phone's harsh light.

A low grunt came from the other side of the wall. The sound made my pussy clench with joy. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, feeling it pulse in my grip, then opened my mouth wide and took the head between my lips. The moment my tongue swirled around the tip, another jerk came from his cock, pushing deeper into my mouth.

I didn't pull back. Instead I sank deeper, letting him fill my mouth inch by inch. My eyes watered as the head nudged the back of my throat, but it wasn’t painful anymore. Not at all. If anything, it only made me hornier. I held there, breathing through my nose, drool already starting to drip down my chin. My free hand slipped between my legs, fingers sliding through my panty, onto my wet folds as I started to bob my head.

Each time I pulled back, I left his cock shiny with spit. Each time I pushed forward, I took him deeper. The wet sounds of my mouth working him echoed in the small room, mixing with my heavy breathing and the occasional slap of his hips against the wall.

I pulled off for a second, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock, then dove back in, sucking harder. My fingers moved faster between my legs, rubbing my clit in tight circles while my mouth stretched around his juicy cock. The flashlight beam caught everything, from the way my lips stretched to the spit running down his shaft, and most importantly the way my eyes reached the back of my skull as I lost myself in the act.

My mind drifted to my husband sleeping outside, unaware. I pulled back again, letting the thick cock rest against my lips as I whispered, God, look at this thing... so much bigger than…

I licked a long stripe up the underside, then wrapped my lips around the head again, sucking noisily. I wished he could fill my mouth like this. Well, I could only keep wishing now. Because, HE. CAN. NEVER.

My tongue pressed flat against the underside as I pushed forward, taking more of him, gagging softly when the head hit the back of my throat. I pulled off with a wet pop, spit dripping from my chin as I stroked him with both hands. I was so lost in the moment that nothing around me could have broken through the haze... But I was wrong.

Hey... are you there?

My husband’s voice cut through the haze I had been lost in.

I stopped, my heart rate suddenly spiking up. The excitement that had clouded my thoughts gave way to a flicker of anxiety as I looked toward the bathroom door.