28. Dinner [Part 2]

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


The music cut off mid-beat, and we all turned to look at Lina. She stood near the speaker with a mischievous smile.

Lina clapped her hands with the kind of energy that didn’t give anyone a chance to say no. “Okay! Before we get back to the music, let’s play something fun.”

Her husband groaned good-naturedly. “Oh boy… here we go.”

“It’s easy,” she explained, picking up a balloon from the table. “Two people, one balloon, no hands. Hold it between you and carry it across the room. First to finish without dropping it wins.” She flashed a playful smile. “But… we’re picking partners randomly.”

I stepped closer to my wife. “I’ll—”

“Nope!” Lina said quickly, shaking her head. “No choosing. We’ll draw numbers.”

She passed out slips, each marked from one to five. I unfolded mine — 1. My wife peeked at hers and kept it close to her chest.

Once everyone had a slip, Lina beamed. “Alright, each of you has a number. I’m going to call out two numbers at a time, and whoever they belong to will be paired up.” She glanced around with a mischievous grin. “Of course, I don’t want two men ending up together, so I already know which numbers belong to ladies and which to men. But I don’t know exactly which person has which number — that part will be random!”

My stomach clenched anxiously as she started reading the numbers aloud. “First pair… four and five.”

Lina’s husband laughed, lifting his slip. “Five!”

Lina waited, tilting her head slightly as my wife did not respond for number four. A hint of recognition flashed across her face. “Ah… must be me,” she murmured, smiling. She held out her arms, and when my wife didn't claim four, it became clear.

“Perfect!” Lina said brightly. She and her husband stepped forward and hugged, the balloon forgotten for a moment as the first pair formed.

Lina’s eyes scanned the rest of us. “Next couple is…” She dragged it out, drawing the tension like a string being pulled. “Two… and…” she turned her head toward me for the briefest second, lips curling, “…threeee.”

N-No. My wife’s hand opened to reveal the number 2 and he raised his with a smile appearing on his face.

“That makes number one…” Lina tapped her finger against my slip, “…the referee.”

“What? No, wait,” I blurted before I could stop myself. “Why can’t I—”

“It’s random,” Lina said smoothly, cutting me off. “Pure luck. Don’t be such a sore sport.”

I clenched my jaw. “But—”

“Hey, you get the best seat in the house,” Lina teased. “Just watch and cheer. Besides, it’s harmless.”

I forced a stiff smile and took a deep breath. It's just a game. D-Don't be so insecure.

I sat back in the chair at the far end of the room, the so-called finish line. Five balloons were laid out at the starting point, and the rules were simple: carry them to me, one by one, squeezed between your bodies without using your hands. First couple to get all five here wins.

Lina and her husband were the first to set up. She slipped the balloon between her head and his chest, him towering over her.

But I wasn’t watching them.

My eyes were locked on my wife… and him.

They were standing there at the start, the balloon pressed awkwardly between them. I saw her dress shift slightly as she adjusted it. She looked good tonight… too good. Something in me wound tighter as they waited for the signal.

“Go!” Lina called.

Almost instantly, the balloon slipped. My wife’s hands twitched like she wanted to grab it, but before she could, his hand was already there — one flat against her lower back, the other sliding around her side. He pulled her in, pressing the balloon tight between their chests.

My stomach was twisting painfully.

They began to move. Slow steps, side by side, both of their heads leaning in toward each other. His face vanished from my view, hidden behind the angle of their heads, too close to her neck. She shifted slightly, tilting her head to the side… and for a split second, something flickered across her face.

Something in me jolted.

No. Stop ovethinking. It's not what it looks like.
She would never allow it.

My eyes were fixed on her face, but something moved at the corner of my vision, lower. I glanced down and caught it. His hand… it had slid lower, now resting on the top curve of her hips. Just sitting there.

Then, suddenly, his fingers flexed, giving a small squeeze.

A hot, sharp twitch shot through my chest, and somewhere else as well, like something ugly and filthy had been wired straight to my heart.

She felt it too. I knew she did, because she turned her head toward me in a quick, sharp glance. My breath froze. And then, like some coward, I turned my face away, pretending to check on Lina and her husband.

W-What the fuck? Why did I turn my head?

That bastard probably saw this as a chance and she was probably caught off guard. I looked back. They were closer now, moving in sync, their bodies pressed flush. Their steps matched perfectly, each shift of their hips brushing that balloon, keeping it from falling. Every breath they took seemed to pull them tighter together.

They reached me, bending at the same time to drop the balloon into the basket. It landed with a dull thud that felt like it landed right in my chest.

Something about the entire situation felt very humiliating.

Lina stepped forward, placing her balloon into the basket with a grin. “Mmm… look at those two,” she said, eyes flicking toward my wife and him. “So perfectly in rhythm… don’t you think?”

“Y-Yeah,” I muttered, my voice tight. “They… they’re doing great.”

She gave me a quick, knowing smile. “Don’t worry. Just relax. It’s just a game.” Then she turned away, hurrying off to start her second round, leaving me sitting there with my pulse hammering in my ears.

The balloon race ended with them crossing the line first. They handed me the final balloon and I felt the humiliation burn hotter than the applause. Lina followed close behind with her husband, handing theirs over with a smirk.

“Alright,” Lina clapped, cutting the tension with a grin, “time for the next game — blindfold chase.”

She explained the rules. Whoever didn’t get picked in the pairings would be blindfolded and have to catch the others. A small, relieved breath slipped out. At least this wouldn’t have me watching her pressed against him again.

They tied a scarf around my head. I couldn’t see clearly — just the faintest hint of shadows through the thin fabric, enough to make out blurred shapes if the light hit right.

“Go!” Lina shouted.

Feet scattered in all directions, quick and light. I took a slow step forward, hands out. Laughter circled me. Someone clapped from the far corner, someone else tapped my shoulder and ran away. They were toying with me. For a few minutes, it was nothing but the sound of their teasing, my hands swiping at empty air.

Then… another sound. Different. Wet. A low, rhythmic slurp that made my brow raise. The noises were faint at first, just a soft, wet rhythm. I tilted my head, listening. It wasn’t the playful shuffling I’d been chasing before. This… had weight to it.

I slowly began moving in that direction, my hands feeling along the wall until my fingers brushed against a doorway.

The sound stopped, like they’d heard me. A small smile pulled at my lips. Got you. I was sure someone was hiding there.

I stepped into the room, the dim light bleeding faintly through the scarf. At first, it was all a haze — just shifting shadows in the blur. I squinted, trying to sharpen the outlines, slowly scanning across the space. The vague shapes started to separate… a taller, upright form near the bed caught my focus. My eyes started tracing downward until the shadow of a figure kneeling at his waist, right infront of him began to emerge. This postion... was unmistakable.

I could feel the heartbeat in my ears.

No. They cant possib–

The standing shadow moved its hips forward. The wet, obscene sound returned — sharper now, more defined. My breath caught as the blur seemed to show something long pushing in and out of the kneeling figure’s mouth. Hands gripped her head, holding her steady, then driving her down in quick, forceful thrusts. Holy fuck… he’s in her mouth.

Without realizing, I leaned forward. Just a fraction. Just enough to make the shadow sharpen slightly, giving me more. My cock twitched at the clearer view.

It's unmistakably them. Lina and her husband.

I stayed still otherwise, eyes squinting behind the fabric, trying to drink in every blurred detail. The kneeling shadow’s head bobbed, the standing figure’s hips moved, and every few thrusts I caught, lina's head push back each time he slammed, like a faint bounce from the force of him hitting deep.

I could feel her trying to control her soft whimpers as much as possible. But still. Can’t believe she is really taking all those demonic thrusts so deeply, no break, no mercy.

My cock grew tight under my pants.

How is Lina even handling this? My mind was racing. He’s shoving himself so deep she must be choking. She’s not even moving — just letting him fuck her mouth like that.

I coughed, on purpose — a deliberate ahem, meant to make them stop.

They did. Just for a few seconds. I saw their shapes freeze, lina pulling her head back and the cock slowly slid out of her mouth. I thought that was it.

But then, almost instantly, her husband grabbed her head and slammed his hips forward again, even harder. My breath hitched. This wasn’t careful anymore. He wasn't trying to hide it. He was doing it intentionally, he was showing me. He started fucking her mouth with an authority. He was trying to show how much control he had over his wife. But why is he getting more brutal in my presence? Don't tell me... Is he probably feeling more excited? Perhaps he is liking the fact someone else is a blindfold away from discovering his dirty fun.

Her body rocked backward with each thrust, forced to take his full weight. I could see the shadow of his hips snapping forward, driving himself down her throat until her head tilted back, grabbing his hips from falling. Jesus Christ… he’s going all over her face.

The slurps were wetter now, filthier, echoing faintly in the room. They’re really doing this while we’re in the middle of a fucking game? How horny can you be?

I shifted back half a step, thinking maybe I shouldn’t interrupt. My eyes were still locked on the blurred outline, trying to make out more through the scarf.

I wanted to look away. But I couldn't.

The thrusts grew shorter but sharper, like he was emptying himself against her lips. Her shadow seemed to shake as he pushed deep one last time, holding her still. A faint whimper broke the thick silence, followed by a gasp for air.

He dropped onto the bed behind him, legs spread, breathing heavy.

Lina sat still for a minute. Probably trying to get her mind back after that mouth fuck. She stood slowly, lowering her head and walked toward the doorway carefully and quietly, passing so close to me I caught a whiff of her perfume. My stomach churned instantly. It was sweet... familiar.

I stayed still, letting her pass. She was... Lina. Right?

Should I write a third part of this chapter?