The Record of That Day (2)
With trembling hands, Taehyun pressed play once more.
As the video began, Geonwu sat down beside Seojin, his cock already hard and erect.
Even through the screen, Seojin’s cheeks flushed a deeper red.
Geonwu took her hand and guided it onto his cock, making her feel it for herself.
“It’s this hard because of you, Seojin.”
“I… I didn’t do anything…”
“Use your mouth.”
Geonwu pointed to the floor.
The meaning was clear—kneel and suck him off.
Seojin hesitated at the command, yet her body moved as if entranced. She sank to her knees on the floor, assuming that humiliating posture.
When Taehyun saw his wife kneeling before a strange man and taking his cock into her mouth, he was stunned.
Not eye to eye, but from a completely different height—another man’s height.
He couldn’t believe it.
It felt less like equals and more like master and slave.
Haa… Seojin…
The cry rose from deep inside Taehyun, yet the woman on the screen did not move according to his wishes.
On the screen, Seojin wrapped both hands around Geonwu’s cock, gave it a light stroke, then immediately took it into her mouth.
She licked slowly from the head. Then she ran her tongue along the shaft a few times before pushing the whole length past her lips.
Seojin began working him from tip to base, sucking steadily.
The expression on Geonwu’s face as he made her kneel and service him looked like pure bliss, as if he were already halfway to paradise.
“Slurp… slurp…”
The wet sounds of Seojin sucking cock poured through the earphones. Watching her tend to him so carefully made Taehyun’s entire body tremble.
Then, in the next moment, he saw what Geonwu did and jolted. Geonwu seized a fistful of Seojin’s hair.
He forced her head down hard. Seojin slapped at his thigh as if she couldn’t breathe, but he only pressed harder.
Rage surged through Taehyun.
He clenched his fists, ready to charge in that very second—until he remembered he was watching a recording of the past. There was nothing he could do.
His arms fell limp at his sides.
The video kept playing.
Only when Seojin frantically kept striking his thigh did Geonwu finally release her head.
“Haa… I can’t breathe…”
Seojin’s face was flushed from the lack of air, saliva trailing from her lips. The sight must have looked erotic to him, because Geonwu smiled as he helped her up.
“You’re so sexy, Seojin.”
He pulled her to her feet and claimed her mouth. Roughly devouring her lips, Geonwu guided her down onto the bed without resistance. From above her he continued the fierce kiss.
“Mwah… slurp… It feels so good, Seojin.”
Words that had never come through the speaker that night were clear now. Seojin’s toes curled; she looked thoroughly aroused.
Geonwu fetched a condom and turned her onto all fours. He rolled the condom down his thick cock. The head was poised right at her entrance.
He gripped Seojin’s hips, lined himself up, and thrust straight in.
“Haaak…!”
Seojin cried out in a short, sharp scream—a single moan as if he had reached all the way to her womb.
“Your pussy feels amazing, Seojin. It grips so well.”
“Th-that’s… haa…”
Geonwu held her hips and began to move.
Thick, wet sounds started pouring through the earphones.
“Haaaak!… Haaak!… Heuk…”
Seojin’s moans grew deeper, more broken.
How… how good does it feel… for her to make sounds that loud…
Her upper body was pressed flat against the mattress, taking every inch of him. Whether from the pleasure he gave or something else, Seojin clutched the sheets in white-knuckled fists.
“I wonder if you like this too, Seojin.”
Then Geonwu began spanking her ass.
“Slap!… Slap!…”
“Aah… haat…”
Seojin flinched hard at the sudden blows.
“That… that’s…”
She never got the chance to finish.
“Haaak… haeuak…! Haat…! Slap!… Slap!… Heueot…”
Geonwu spanked her mercilessly.
Pleasure-soaked cries and moans flooded the earphones.
“Heup… haat… so deep… heueup… haaaa… too… too deep…”
“There’s such a filthy sound coming from your pussy, Seojin.”
Seojin gripped the sheets tighter, voice strained as if uncomfortable, but Geonwu paid it no mind. He only smiled and kept filling her completely, driving into her without pause.
In the video, Seojin’s ass was bright red, clear handprints blooming across the skin. Slick wet sounds and their ragged breathing filled every second of the recording.
Watching his wife’s ass turn scarlet, Taehyun felt heat rising through his own body as well. All he could do was stare at the footage of her being taken.
“Haaat… haa… haa!!! Haa…”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes… it feels… good… haaaa…”
Geonwu finished the hard, relentless pistoning and came inside the condom buried deep in her. When he pulled out, the amount of semen filling the limp rubber was overwhelming.
He stripped the used condom off and lay down beside her. Seojin collapsed next to him, simply panting.
A moment later their eyes met while they still lay there.
“Did you enjoy it, Seojin?”
The words had never come through the speaker, but Geonwu spoke first.
“I did…”
“Me too. There’s still plenty of time left to enjoy ourselves.”
Seojin’s face flushed as she answered. Her eyes were unfocused, her voice soft and dazed. Geonwu smiled and stroked her hair while he spoke.
Taehyun felt a flicker of relief that she hadn’t been the first to say she liked it—yet the unease never left him.
The two of them settled into a brief lull.
The footage so far had been a storm lasting forty minutes, but Taehyun reeled when he realized it was only one-third of the way through. There was still more of this video left.
“Haa… haa…”
Taehyun dragged in rough breaths. The screen kept playing; he could not.
Geonwu pulled Seojin into his arms. She looked startled, then resigned once she understood she couldn’t pull away.
The wet sound of tongues sliding together reached Taehyun’s ears. Eyes closed, the two of them kissed deeply.
He no longer wanted to watch, yet his eyes and hands stayed locked on the video.
The recording that never paused kept racing forward.
An hour into the video, Geonwu picked up the camera. He stood in front of Seojin with his cock hard again. The frame filled with his thick erection and her face.
“Too… close.”
“Suck it just like this.”
“I… I’m embarrassed.”
“It got this big because of you, Seojin. Take responsibility.”
Seojin covered her face with one hand and, at his command, reluctantly took him into her mouth again.
Watching his wife carefully suck another man’s thick cock from so close made the sense of taboo in Taehyun’s chest burn even hotter.
“Slurp… slurp… slurp… slurp…”
“Your mouth feels so good, Seojin…”
Geonwu stroked her hair the same way he had before. Soft moans of pure enjoyment slipped from him.
“Seojin… does my cock taste good?”
“I don’t know… I’m embarrassed…”
She kept her face half-hidden, one hand still wrapped around him as she spoke.
“Look at my face and say it properly.”
Under that firm pressure she answered again, then took him back into her mouth. Taehyun wanted to cover his ears at the vulgar question. Yet on the screen Seojin, cheeks burning red, looked up at Geonwu and replied.
“Hmm… it tastes… good… slurp…”
Even as her face flushed deeper in the center of the frame, the taboo only lingered.
Still holding the camera, Geonwu laid Seojin back on the bed. He rolled on a fresh condom and spread her legs. She continued covering her face with one hand.
“Seojin, shall I put my cock in? Answer me.”
“…Yes… I want it… your cock…”
Those words shattered something inside Taehyun. Without pause Geonwu drove deep into her pussy. Seojin cried out in a high, broken moan.
On the video her breasts bounced hard while Geonwu fucked her without mercy.
One hand still holding the camera, he pistoned into her, occasionally striking her breasts as he moved.
Eventually he set the camera on the bed and focused entirely on her.
The recording kept capturing them—missionary, doggy, cowgirl—every position as they spent the remaining time together.
Storm after storm of sex filled the footage until the video finally raced toward its end.
It’s the last part… what is it…
Even at the final moment something reached Taehyun’s ears.
In that instant the memory returned, alive again with the video.
“Seojin, we’re almost finished. Suck my cock one more time for me.”
“…Yes… slurp…”
Geonwu asked while lying back; Seojin readily took him into her mouth and began cleaning him with careful strokes of her tongue and lips.
Ah… I remember… on her face…
Knowing the ending only brought him despair.
Seojin diligently sucked him clean. The wet sounds of her mouth on his cock continued without pause.
“Does my cock taste good with your juices all over it?”
“Slurp… slurp… yes…”
As she worked him so earnestly, a clear signal rose in Geonwu’s cock.
“I’m going to cum…”
“…Uaat…”
Semen erupted from him like a waterfall, painting Seojin’s cheeks and face. Far more than Taehyun had expected.
He said it got on her… I thought it was only a little… what the hell…
Geonwu brought tissues and wiped her clean.
“Sorry. I came on your face.”
“…It’s okay… just hurry and leave… hup…”
While still wiping the semen from her skin, Geonwu suddenly kissed her full on the mouth.
“Suddenly… kissing like this…”
“Because it felt good.”
“…Me too…”
Embarrassed, Seojin looked down at the floor as she answered. After that the two of them cleaned up, and the movie-like recording finally ended.
Taehyun despaired at how much sex had happened without his knowledge.
An emptiness that sound alone could never fill settled over him. The aftershock hit hard. Sticky semen was already dripping from his own cock.
He had used the video of his wife as fuel and satisfied himself completely. The amount was enormous.
“Heok… heok… heuk…”
Taehyun dragged in deep, ragged breaths—breaths of pure taboo and pleasure. The video had nearly driven him insane.
He was the one who had watched it. He was the one who had watched it all the way to the end. And he was the one who had gotten hard watching it.
Taehyun closed his eyes, yet the image of Seojin on that screen refused to fade.
A husband masturbating to his own wife’s sex tape. Shame and jealousy tore through his chest like claws.
He wiped the semen from himself, cleaned up, and returned to the bedroom.
Seojin lay on the bed, sleeping exactly as she always did.
Taehyun stared at her sleeping face for a long time. The woman he had just watched on the video and the woman lying here now did not feel like the same person at all.
Without a word he drew the blanket up over her shoulders. Then, replaying everything he had seen, everything he had felt, everything that had aroused him, he found he could not close his eyes.