Record of That Day (1)
Once the swapping was over, Geonwu, wearing nothing but a robe, tidied the room while editing the footage.
“Wow.... Seojin’s body is really something. Must’ve been fun.”
“Not at all...”
Nayeong was smiling as she praised Seojin when Taehyun, passing behind them, caught sight of Geonwu’s cock.
Just as Nayeong had described, it looked the hardest and thickest of them all. Even soft it appeared enormous and heavy; how much thicker would it grow when hard?
The sight left Taehyun speechless.
With that... Seojin...
The thought that this cock had ravaged Seojin’s pussy, her mouth, her entire body stole the words from his throat.
Geonwu transferred the video file from the camera onto a USB and handed it to Taehyun.
“As you requested earlier, here’s the footage. Thank you again for today.”
He bowed politely, then offered one more proposal.
“And one additional suggestion. If you don’t mind, may we post an edited version on the SNS we run? Secrecy is guaranteed.”
“Post it on SNS...?”
Taehyun’s heart seemed to stop.
The knowledge that a video of his wife tangled with a stranger would drift across the endless ocean of the internet, becoming jack-off material for countless men.
He tried to cling to reason, yet the illicit thrill of imagining unknown men spilling their lust over his wife finally made him nod.
“As long as... secrecy is guaranteed... all right.”
Seojin swallowed hard at the thought of her body being shown to an indefinite number of strangers.
Taehyun and Seojin gathered their clothes and dressed. The taxi ride home was thick with silence.
Taehyun kept fingering the phone in his pocket. Tonight, or tomorrow morning at the latest, a new video would appear on that SNS. Imagining the comments that would mock Seojin made his head spin.
And the USB nestled in his pocket—two full hours of Seojin’s humiliating moments locked inside.
His chest pounded.
What will it be like... how...
Wrestling with those thoughts, they returned home. After washing up, the two of them collapsed onto the bed as if drained of every last drop of strength.
The next day was Monday. The previous night’s tension and exertion left him exhausted; his mind refused to clear. On every trip to the bathroom Taehyun kept picking up his phone and refreshing OSC. The USB in his possession gnawed at him.
When... should I watch this...
It was an agonizing decision. Yet even that agony did not last long.
Several nights later, well past midnight—one in the morning—the apartment lay utterly still. Unable to sleep, Taehyun rose from the bed. Seojin slept beside him.
He went to the kitchen and drank a glass of cold water. After confirming she was deeply asleep, he headed for the computer room.
Bang.
He shut the door firmly, powered on the computer, and stood holding the USB, still debating with himself.
Now... no... later...
Just gripping the drive Geonwu had given him made his nerves tighten. With a trembling hand he plugged it in and pushed the earphones deep into his ears.
A single folder appeared on the monitor.
Seojin & Geonwu, Taehyun & Nayeong
Two folders and one text file. He opened the notepad first; a single website address was written there.
Is this... that SNS...
He decided to check the SNS first. Entering the link Geonwu had provided, a black-background site loaded. Switching to the media tab revealed a flood of intertwined, flesh-colored bodies. His hand shook.
He clicked the most recently uploaded video.
Meeting with a New Couple
Views already exceeded five hundred; dozens of comments had piled up. The moment he pressed play, a figure that looked like Seojin appeared—first fully clothed. White T-shirt and jeans: unmistakably Seojin’s outfit.
The footage cut, and the woman was being massaged. A solid-looking forearm pressed into her body. Another cut, and she wore only underwear—the exact set Seojin had worn that day.
From that instant he knew without doubt it was her.
Taehyun swallowed hard. His cock swelled so violently it threatened to tear through his pants. Her face was blurred, yet her body was crystal clear.
Then her naked form filled the screen. Completely stripped by Geonwu, she was being caressed. The cuts came rapid-fire.
Next she was on her knees, sucking his cock.
His erect member looked easily over twenty centimeters—a massive root. The image of her struggling to take it shifted again.
Taehyun clenched his teeth. Had Seojin—his own wife—ever been this eager?
The video jumped to penetration. Geonwu’s merciless pistoning filled the earphones with Seojin’s raw cries. What he had heard over the speaker that night had been only a fragment.
Slap.... slap...
Then the sharp crack of Geonwu’s spanking. Shock crashed over Taehyun. This was the side of his wife he had never known—the side hidden behind the wall. Vertigo seized him. His own footage appeared afterward, but he had no interest in it.
He scrolled down to the comments.
Those comments poured gasoline on his desire. His wife was being toyed with by men whose faces he would never know.
He could not hold back any longer. He had to see Seojin’s full video.
Taehyun clicked the file labeled Seojin & Geonwu Full Version.mp4.
The moment it played, Geonwu appeared turning on the camera. Raw, unmosaicked footage began.
Taehyun started swallowing hard.
The two of them talking came into view. Recalling the actual conversation from that day made his head reel.
On screen Geonwu moved to sit beside Seojin, who perched on the edge of the bed.
“Seojin, nervous? Let me help you relax.”
He took hold of her body and guided her onto her stomach.
“I’ll give you a massage, at least.”
Climbing over her, he began working her muscles. Those solid forearms pressed into her back and shoulders.
“Mmm...”
“Good. Feeling a little less tense?”
“Yes....”
After the massage Seojin sat up again. He cupped her chin and let his gaze travel slowly from her face downward.
“Your skin is so white, Seojin.”
“Yes....”
She looked shyly at the floor. In that instant he seized her head and covered her lips with his own.
“Slurp... smack... suck...”
The wet sounds of mixing saliva poured straight into the earphones. Sounds he had only imagined or heard faintly through a speaker now played out right before his eyes.
Geonwu led the rough kiss; Seojin followed. Yet there was no mistaking the fierce tangle of tongues inside their mouths.
Taehyun’s hand trembled. On screen Seojin’s face flushed deep red, her eyes already slightly unfocused from the kiss alone. Then the same hand that held her face slid down and groped her breast over the fabric.
“Haa....”
A short moan escaped her.
“I’ll take your clothes off now. All right?”
“...Yes....”
With that brief answer Geonwu roughly stripped away her T-shirt and jeans, revealing the underwear she had worn that day.
“Your body is so lewd, Seojin. Showing up in underwear this sexy.”
“Embarrassing... mmm....”
Still admiring her lingerie and figure, he kissed her again—tongue moving fiercely, hand working. A muscular forearm clamped tight around her breast. Then he whispered against her ear.
“Did you put on this sexy underwear because you were looking forward to it that much?”
“Looking forward to what...?”
“Looking forward to having sex with me?”
“No... that’s embarrassing... don’t say things like that...”
He unhooked her bra with casual ease and bared her breasts. The sight of them exposed only sank Taehyun deeper into the sense of taboo. His cock grew harder still.
“You’ve been hiding such pretty breasts, Seojin.”
Geonwu teased her without restraint. Every word the speaker had missed now rang out clearly in the footage. Then he peeled off her panties as well.
Once she was bare he laid her down and began caressing her body.
“Haa.... haa... heu... haa....”
His hands traveled from the nape of her neck to her breasts. Rough caresses, tongue gradually descending. He spread her legs.
“You’re already this wet, Seojin. More of a pervert than you look...”
“Ah... so... embarrassing....”
Her voice trembled thinly. She covered her face with both hands, yet his tongue drove straight for her pussy without hesitation. Geonwu began by slowly sucking her clit.
“Heu... euh....”
From clit to entrance, the pleasure made Seojin tingle from the waist down. Even with her face hidden she kept moaning under the sensations he gave her. Perhaps because of that tongue, her toes quivered finely and her hips jerked every time it touched her.
Tears welled; her eyes went soft and unfocused—Taehyun saw every detail. One more person was trembling: the man watching. His own hand shook as he stared at a sex video of the wife he thought he knew, drowning in mad jealousy and illicit heat.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Seojin’s cries poured through the earphones while his heart hammered. His breathing turned ragged. Below the waist he was so hard he felt ready to punch through the fabric. Just from watching, thick, fishy precum soaked his cock. He had no room left to notice.
Seojin....
He bit his lip and called her name, yet his eyes never left the Seojin on the screen for even a second. The sound never left his throat.
On screen Geonwu finished licking her and began undressing. Button by button the shirt came open, revealing the muscular body hidden beneath—broad shoulders, developed pecs, a six-pack. Seojin’s gaze locked onto him. When the pants and underwear came off, his fully hard cock sprang free.
Her eyes flew wide. Combined with a body already wet from his caresses, she could not hide the shock. She swallowed once.
“First time seeing a cock this big, Seojin? Doesn’t look like anything you’ve had before could compare.”
“Yes.... I don’t think it would even fit in my mouth......”
Taehyun, staring at that erect cock, was equally stunned. Exactly as Nayeong had described—enormously thick and massive. The sight made him feel as if his breath had stopped.
That... went inside Seojin?
In that moment he understood: the video of pure taboo waiting for him was only just beginning.
Taehyun hit the spacebar and paused the playback. Drowning in unbearable immorality, he reached to kill the monitor. Yet his fingers froze.
Turning it off would end everything. One press of the power button. But his hand would not move.
He did not want to watch. He also could not look away. Jealousy and revulsion choked him, yet the frozen image remained right there on the screen.
Only then did Taehyun realize the truth.
The reason he suffered was not that Seojin had slept with another man. It was that he wanted to confirm every detail of that sight with his own eyes.
Seojin... I’m sorry...
With a trembling hand he pressed the spacebar once more and let the video play on.