The Second Invitation
After that, Taehyun found a new couple on the OSC site.
They were a married pair named Geonwu and Nayeong.
They, too, were gentlemanly in the same way Jeonghun and his wife had been.
But in their profile photos, they had exposed their bodies as if they were trying to come across as rough, unapologetically masculine people.
Nayeong, the woman, also seemed to have worked out quite a bit; her toned body showed clearly in the pictures alongside her husband’s.
That man...
Jeonghun’s body had been solid, but this one looked even more powerful somehow. Taehyun felt, all at once, that this man might be able to satisfy his desires even more fully.
And so Taehyun reached out to the couple.
Once he made contact, the meeting was arranged almost immediately.
Let’s meet in front of Hotel OO this Sunday at 6 p.m. I’ll make the reservation.
After setting up the meeting with the other couple, Taehyun told Seojin about it.
Once the swapping appointment was set, Seojin began to feel a strange, contradictory mix of emotions. Beneath her chest, a curious flutter of excitement lingered, but fear remained right beside it, refusing to go away.
Then Sunday arrived.
Sunday lay quiet, wrapped in a languid haze.
Sunlight leaking through the window warmed the house to a stifling heat, but between Taehyun and Seojin there was only silence, cool and distant.
In the bathroom, Taehyun ran his wet hair back from his forehead. In the mirror, his own face looked bloodshot with fatigue and arousal.
This is right... Seojin...
He hoped, as before, that everything would go smoothly and safely this time too, while still believing he could preserve what pride he had left.
Meanwhile, Seojin had finished showering and was standing in her room, opening the drawer to choose the underwear she would wear that day.
Which one should I wear...
She took out a pair made of white lace and sheer mesh, then put it on.
Just then, Taehyun, who had also finished showering, caught sight of Seojin sitting at her vanity.
It was the kind of underwear Seojin would normally never wear.
The provocative, openly seductive design made Taehyun’s thoughts stir.
“Today... you’re wearing that?”
At his question, Seojin froze and turned her head. There was shyness in her eyes, but also a faint, lingering anticipation.
“Yeah... I bought it a while ago, but I haven’t worn it much... I thought something like this might be more stimulating.”
“...Yeah. It suits you. It’s pretty.”
Taehyun swallowed hard.
The lace wrapped around Seojin’s pale skin looked unbearably, painfully seductive.
In an instant, memories of the last swap came flooding back into his head—Jeonghun and Seojin’s secret moments in the bathroom.
Did they really just wash themselves?
And then he thought of the photos of the people they were meeting today.
That man and Seojin...
“I’m almost done.”
Seojin put on tight jeans and a white T-shirt over the flashy underwear. On the surface, it was an innocent outfit, but beneath it desire was hidden.
Seeing her like that made Taehyun’s heart tremble at the thought of some unfamiliar man undressing her.
The two of them stepped out through the front door.
In the taxi, like they had during the first swap, they held hands in silence.
Beyond the window, the riverbank scenery drifted by.
It was their second time swapping, yet Taehyun could feel Seojin’s hand trembling.
What is Seojin thinking about right now...
Taehyun was anxious too, but he forced himself to act calm.
Meanwhile, Seojin looked at her face reflected in the glass and remembered the last swap—those moments when she had taken another man’s cock in front of her husband, and the moments in the bathroom when she had received it in secret.
Guilt and pleasure mingled together, pressing heavily against her chest. She gripped Taehyun’s hand tightly and tried to hold those memories down.
The taxi stopped in front of the lobby of Hotel OO, their meeting place.
“Honey, are you really nervous?”
“...A little. I just wondered what kind of people they’d be this time.”
“I heard they have a great reputation on the café. Geonwu and Nayeong. Apparently they’ve got excellent manners.”
With trembling hands, Taehyun sent the other party a message saying they had arrived, and almost immediately got a reply that they were waiting in the lobby.
When they entered the hotel lobby, they found a couple seated on a sofa.
The man had short hair and wore a neat shirt, but beneath it was a sturdy, broad-shouldered frame and a powerfully built body.
The woman had long, straight hair and a slender, well-toned figure.
Both of them looked polished and confident.
As soon as Taehyun saw them, he instinctively knew they were the other couple.
“You must be Taehyun and Seojin, right?”
Geonwu greeted them with an easy smile.
His voice was low and resonant, heavy in the chest. He reached out to shake Taehyun’s hand.
The strength in his grip seemed to reach all the way up Taehyun’s shoulder.
“Yes, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Taehyun.”
“Hello. I’m Kim Nayeong.”
Nayeong, who had been sitting beside Geonwu, offered her greeting too.
With a sultry smile, she looked Seojin over from head to toe.
“Wow... Seojin, you’re so attractive.”
At Nayeong’s teasing, shameless compliment, Seojin lowered her head.
They went up to the room Geonwu had reserved.
The scent of candles lit in advance hung thickly through the room.
The four of them sat down, the men on one sofa and the women on the other.
“Would you like a simple beer?”
Geonwu took canned beers from the refrigerator and handed them out.
The sound of the cans opening cut through the tension in the room. A cold sip of beer seemed to loosen that tension, just as it had before.
Nayeong moved close beside Seojin.
“Seojin, your outfit is so pretty and innocent today.”
Seated across from them, Geonwu ran his eyes over Seojin’s thighs and body once. His gaze was sticky, almost as if it could see right through her.
“Ah... thank you.”
I’m nervous... It’s the second time, so why do I feel like this...
“Seojin, you wore pretty underwear today too, didn’t you?”
At her playful question, Seojin flustered and blushed.
Taehyun, sitting beside her, clenched his fist hard. The feeling of hearing another person appraise his wife as a joke made his body twitch violently.
“I’m not sure...”
Seojin fumbled for words, but the questions directed at her, mixed with the alcohol, were making her body heat up.
As they drank their beer, the awkward conversation continued.
But like they had more experience than they did with Jeonghun, the two couples led the situation calmly and naturally.
“How was your last meeting, Taehyun?”
Nayeong had Seojin tucked at her side as she asked them, her voice full of curiosity.
“It was... I guess you could call it a new experience... It felt fresh.”
Taehyun answered while stealing a glance at Seojin. His voice was faintly unsteady.
“That’s right. That’s why our couple started doing this too.”
“What about you, Seojin? I’m curious.”
Nayeong asked sharply from beside her. For a moment, Seojin’s breathing stopped.
She took a sip of the beer she was holding, leaning on the drink’s cold feel as she answered.
“I was just... scared... but it was also new...”
She spoke in a trembling voice, keeping her eyes down.
“I’m glad to hear it felt new. Today, I’d like to give you an even newer experience.”
Geonwu brought the conversation to the point.
“As you can see, there are two rooms today. How about doing it one-on-one, in separate rooms? That way, you can focus entirely on each other.”
His smile was full of confidence.
In a place I can’t see?... Damn it...
Taehyun’s heart pounded hard. But the thought of sex happening somewhere out of sight was already stimulating him too.
“Yes... that sounds good.”
He answered awkwardly. Seojin nodded too, but her eyes had begun to waver.
“Instead... I’d like to share the sounds.”
“The sounds?”
Taehyun asked back. Geonwu placed two phones on the table.
“If we leave the speakerphone on, we can hear everything happening in the next room in real time. Hearing what sounds your woman makes for another man... isn’t that pretty exciting?”
Taehyun’s breathing quickened.
Seojin’s wet moans coming through a speaker.
The mere image of it was enough to drive Taehyun nearly mad.
“And I’d like to suggest one more thing. Let’s film it.”
“Film it...?”
Seojin’s voice trembled.
Geonwu smiled with easy composure and went on.
“We won’t show faces, only the bodies. Just something for us to keep between us. Hearing it only through sound and then seeing it later in a video... Taehyun, wouldn’t that be nice when you’re alone afterward?”
Taehyun looked at Seojin.
Seojin bit her lip, torn.
She was afraid of having sex with Geonwu being recorded, but at the same time, the fact that someone would be documenting her pleasure stirred the deepest, hidden part of her desire.
“Everyone I know does it as long as the face doesn’t show.”
Smiling, Geonwu continued to persuade them.
“Hold on. Let us talk for a moment.”
Taehyun took Seojin into the bedroom. The moment he closed the door, he grabbed her shoulders.
“Seojin, can you handle the filming... Are you okay? If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
“...I’m scared. But you want to do it, don’t you?”
“...I won’t deny it. ...Even later, I’ll still want to watch.”
Seojin met Taehyun’s desperate eyes. It was less the look of love than the hunger of a starving beast.
“All right. As long as our faces don’t show... let’s do it.”
The two of them went back into the living room. Taehyun nodded to Geonwu.
“We agree to be filmed. But please keep it completely secret.”
“Don’t worry. That’s basic etiquette in our world.”
Geonwu set up the camera on a stand with practiced ease. Then he connected the two phones and turned on the speakerphone.
A faint crackle of static filled the air.
“All right, shall we begin?”
Geonwu lightly tapped his wristwatch and declared it with an unhurried smile.
“Then let’s all meet back here exactly two hours from now, at 9 p.m. For that amount of time, let’s make sure no one disturbs us, and we can focus completely on each other.”
One hundred and twenty minutes.
To Taehyun, that number sounded like the expiration time on a contract that leased out his wife to someone else.
They would still be breathing in the same building, separated by only one wall, but for those two hours Seojin would become someone he could never touch.
“...Yes. Understood.”
Taehyun’s voice shook faintly. The second hand on the watch marked with 9 p.m. already seemed to be grinding cruelly against his eardrums.
Seojin said nothing. She only stared at the floor.
Two hours. The thought of what would happen to her in that long stretch, and the fact that her husband would be hearing every sound in real time, sent a cold shiver through her lower body.
“Well then, shall we go? Seojin.”
Geonwu held out his hand to her.
Seojin took it with a trembling hand. His broad shoulders and solid build overwhelmed her immediately.
“We should go too.”
Nayeong said that as she hooked her arm through Taehyun’s.
Geonwu led Seojin toward the room across the hall. Just before she stepped through the doorway, Seojin looked back at Taehyun one last time.
Taehyun could only stare at her, dazed.
Bang.
The door shut.
Then a voice came through the speaker.
“Can you hear us?”
“Yes.”
Taehyun’s tense voice rang back through the speakerphone.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you, Seojin?”
“...Yes... a little.”
The moment her small voice came through the speaker, Taehyun felt a violent surge of jealousy and arousal.
Nayeong brushed past Taehyun’s knee and whispered,
“Isn’t it incredibly exciting to hear someone other than your own partner?”
At her provocative gaze, Taehyun’s body went rigid.