I work with 5 men… and I’m going to fuck them all. PART 3.

Wired Desires: Beyond the Flesh.

The buzzing in my head doesn’t stop. It’s like a persistent echo, a reminder that something inside me changed in that laboratory. During breakfast, my husband watches me with an intensity that makes me shiver, his fingers drumming on the table as if waiting for me to confess something. I don’t tell him that last night, while I slept, I dreamed of the engineer: his sweaty body over mine, his thoughts seeping into my mind, whispering secrets I shouldn’t know. I don’t say that I woke up wet, my heart pounding so hard I thought he’d notice.

The boss’s message remains unanswered on my wrist: “We need to talk about the results. There are… side effects.” Every time I read it, I feel a tingle at the nape of my neck, as if the neural interface is still active, whispering from some corner of my brain. My husband hasn’t mentioned the laboratory again, but last night, as he fucked me against the bedroom wall, his hands gripping my wrists, his teeth on my neck, I felt something new in him. It wasn’t just desire; it was urgency, as if he feared losing me to a place he can’t follow.

I decide to go to the laboratory alone. I tell my husband it’s a routine meeting, that I’ll just sign some documents. He looks at me, his dark eyes searching for a crack in my…