The Second Swapping (3)
Eighty minutes remained for them.
Still...
They had already been having sex for forty minutes, yet the moans of Seojin pouring from the speaker, mixed with Geonwu’s teasing, were pure hell for Taehyun.
He lay on his back with an arm thrown across his face. He wondered whether the sex in the other room had finally ended, but Seojin’s words—that it had felt good—were already burned into his mind.
They kept circling inside his head.
"It felt so good...."
Even through the static, her voice had come through with perfect clarity.
How good could it have been.... Fuck... seriously.
In Taehyun’s imagination the scene turned violent. He saw Seojin’s face and body being driven onto the cock Nayeong had described, heard the rough way Seojin’s voice was being handled.
Still... nothing since then.
For a while only awkward silence and ragged breathing came through the speaker.
"Static.... Haa... static..."
Even that noise was just another torment. Wrapped in guilt and the thrill of the forbidden, Taehyun simply lay there.
His mind had gone blank.
He heard Nayeong rustling beside him and lifted his head to check the clock.
7:50. Still so much time left.
"Taehyun, you’re not already worn out, are you?"
Nayeong smiled and teased him. His hands were slick with sweat.
What is Seojin doing right now...
"My husband, you know... he’s only just getting started."
She kept needling him, deliberately provocative. In that moment Taehyun couldn’t believe her—until the next sound proved every word true.
"Slurp... suck... slurp... mmph..."
The wet sound of something being sucked filled the speaker. Taehyun tensed.
What the hell is that now....
He suffered, yet his cock answered the sound without mercy. The wet sucking continued without pause.
"Taehyun, you’re hard again."
Nayeong flicked his cock with her fingertips, tormenting him, then leaned in to whisper against his ear.
"Did that sound turn you on?"
She smiled as she provoked him, wrapping her hand around his shaft and stroking until it stiffened fully.
"Be honest."
"Yes..."
"Since you were honest, I’ll give you a little reward."
Nayeong laughed and climbed on top of him. After a few more strokes she took him into her mouth again.
He had come only a short while ago; the head of his cock was hypersensitive.
"Hup..."
A rough breath tore out of him. Nayeong licked slowly from the tip, sucking him with even more delicate cruelty than before.
Taehyun rested a hand on her head and guided her roughly. The speaker crackled to life again.
"Slurp... suck... slurp... sluuurp.... static.."
"Seojin... your mouth feels so good..."
Mouth? Feels good?
In an instant Taehyun knew Seojin was sucking the other man’s cock. Reflexively he gripped Nayeong’s hair and thrust harder.
Startled by the sudden roughness, Nayeong slapped his thigh.
Thwack-thwack-thwack...
"Taehyun, that hurts... I almost choked..."
"Ah... sorry."
The speaker spoke again.
"Seojin... does my cock taste good?"
"I don’t know... it’s embarrassing..."
"Look at my face and say it properly."
"Mmm.... It tastes... good... sluuurp..."
Seojin had said his cock tasted good. Words she would never have spoken under ordinary circumstances.
No... even so...
Shock and jealousy spiked through him, and his cock grew even harder. Reading every flicker of that emotion on his face, Nayeong tormented him further.
"Taehyun, aren’t you getting a little too excited?"
She put on a prim expression and took hold of him again.
"Getting this hard, of all things."
Nayeong rose onto her knees and rolled her hips, grinding her pussy against his cock. Slick arousal poured from her, making everything slippery.
"Haa... Taehyun’s cock is so rock-hard."
The way she rocked her hips felt like being jerked off by her folds; wet friction sounds filled the air. Taehyun’s eyes lost focus, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Then the speaker cut in again.
"Haaang... ha-eung... ha-ngut..."
"Seojin, you’re dripping so much—you came hard, didn’t you."
Seojin’s moans flooded the speaker, thick with raw pleasure. Taehyun bit his lip.
"I told you. This is only the beginning."
Nayeong pointed at the clock and raked her nails lightly across his chest.
"It’s eight o’clock now. What do you think will happen in the next hour?"
The time enraged him. An entire hour had already passed, yet only one hour was gone.
He wanted to storm out, kick down the door next door, and tell them to stop.
But he couldn’t. He was the one who had brought them this far.
In that moment Nayeong took hold of his cock and sank down onto it, taking him into her pussy. His shaft felt unnaturally hot.
The knowledge that his wife was being taken was a drug stronger than anything else.
"Seojin, shall I put my cock in? Answer me."
Geonwu’s voice was gentle, yet the perverted teasing cut deeper than anything. At the same time Nayeong moved her body over him.
"....Yes... I want it... your cock..."
Her answer—that she wanted another man’s cock—shattered him.
Seojin was his wife. He had believed he knew her better than anyone, yet he could not even picture the expression she wore in that other room.
What... kind of face is she making...
"Haaaaa... heut.. heut..... slap... slap... slap... slap..."
A woman’s cries, half-sobbing with pleasure, poured out without end. Wet, meaty slaps of flesh filled the speaker once more. Above him Nayeong rolled her hips; Taehyun gripped her pelvis and held on.
8:20. Spurred by Nayeong’s teasing and his own frenzy, the second round ended. Because they had not used a condom, Taehyun came inside her without realizing it.
"Taehyun... aren’t you a little too worked up? Coming this much..."
"I’m sorry..."
"I’m joking. It’s fine."
Even though he had finished inside her, Nayeong’s light words let him breathe for a second—yet something else still scraped at his ears.
Seojin’s moans kept coming, relentless.
"Ha-eut... ha-ak... haha... haang... ha-eup..."
Her voice through the speaker was now a tangle of sobs and cries. Taehyun closed his eyes.
The wife he had cherished was being used like a stranger’s toy.
It was wretched, yet the mixed sounds riding the speaker clawed at his instincts.
Eyes shut, listening to Seojin’s voice, he watched the clock crawl toward nine. He checked it again.
8:40.
Nayeong already looked satisfied; she lay beside him humming softly.
"Can you hear her? Seojin sounds completely out of it."
Just as she said, Seojin’s cries had dwindled until she could barely even scream.
"Heup.... hup... eu.... eut..."
When will it end....
He prayed for it to finish, but time refused to move. If only he had never gone to that alumni gathering, if only he had stopped after meeting Jeonghun on the OSC site...
He regretted it, yet he knew he himself had dragged them this far.
I brought us... all the way here...
"Taehyun, it’s almost over—want to go one more time?"
Nayeong smiled as she asked. He answered weakly.
"No... I just want to rest now."
A husband who could do nothing. Separated by a single wall, he was not the man protecting his wife—he was only an audience listening to the sounds.
Just end it already....
Eyes closed, he listened to his wife’s cries as the minutes ticked by.
The clock showed 8:55.
Five more minutes and it would finally be the promised nine o’clock. Taehyun rose on trembling legs and gathered his clothes.
He had to go get his wife. But Geonwu’s voice through the speaker dropped him back onto the bed.
"Seojin, we’re almost done—suck my cock one more time for me."
"....Yes..... slurp..."
Her short agreement and the wet pull of her mouth.
The nine-o’clock deadline suddenly meant nothing.
"Does my cock taste good with your juices all over it?"
"Sluuurp... suck... Yes....."
The sticky sounds continued well past nine.
After nine the speaker spoke again.
"I’m going to come...."
"....Eu-at..."
"Sorry. I came on your face."
"...It’s okay... just hurry and... hup..."
Thick, wet sounds again.
"So suddenly... kissing me like this..."
"Because it felt good."
"....Me too..."
They finally met in the living room at 9:10.
Taehyun staggered out on unsteady legs. There sat Seojin, Geonwu’s hand still resting on her waist.
Under the light her naked body looked both ruined and beautiful.
The traces Geonwu had left on her face had been wiped away, yet a glossy sheen still clung to her skin like moisture.
Taehyun’s breath caught.
Another man’s semen on his wife’s body.
Seojin’s cheeks were flushed; her chest rose and fell in shallow gasps. When her eyes met Taehyun’s she flinched, then quickly looked down at the floor.
"It was a wonderful time. I completely lost track of the clock."
Geonwu smiled like a victor and gave Seojin’s shoulder a light pat. Taehyun could say nothing. His own body still reeked of Nayeong. He felt like an accomplice who had enjoyed his wife’s violation.
As if by agreement, both couples stood completely naked. The marks of everything they had done to each other only moments earlier were laid bare under the lights.
Sweat, flushed skin from rough movement, and the dense scent of sex thickened the air.
Seojin bent to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor. In that instant Taehyun’s eyes locked onto the marks left on her body.
His gaze froze. His breath seemed to stop.
Marks he did not want to believe covered Seojin’s skin. Despair and a stirring heat twisted together inside him as he swallowed his tears.