The Dangerous Deal and the Woman Next Door
"Honey, over here."
Amid the crowd, my wife's face rose like moonlight and smiled at me. She was lovely. As I approached, she clung to me and nestled in close.
"Aigoo, my dear wife."
"Darling, hehe."
We had about thirty minutes left. My wife bought popcorn and drinks.
"Why so much? We still have to eat dinner after the movie."
"Yeah, this is ours, and this is for sis."
"Sis?"
"Didn't I tell you earlier? Dae-woo and his wife are coming too."
My heart suddenly fluttered. Even while I was with my beautiful, charming wife, the mention of another woman made me excited. A little later, Dae-woo and his wife arrived.
"It's been a while."
"Yes. You should call more often, hyung-nim."
"Haha, thanks to you we've seen the movie too. Thank you, Yoo-ri."
"Then buy us dinner tonight, hehe."
"Haha, I'll take everyone somewhere nice today, haha."
Yoo-mi stood quietly beside her husband. Her black sleeveless dress ended mid-thigh, and black high heels adorned the ends of her long, straight legs. Without stockings, her translucent skin contrasted sharply with the black fabric, making her look even sexier. I spoke to her as she smiled without a word.
"Have you been well, Yoo-mi?"
"Yes, Su-heon."
The way she said my name in her voice sounded so good. The movie started, and everyone in the theater focused on the screen. My wife sat to my left, Yoo-mi to my right. For some reason, it felt thrilling. Two beautiful women beside me.
I glanced sideways at my wife. She kept eating popcorn, eyes glued to the screen, clearly enjoying herself. I turned to Yoo-mi. Across from us, Dae-woo was nodding off, apparently bored like me. Yoo-mi sipped her drink, focused on the movie just like my wife. Every time her lips pursed around the rainbow-colored straw, cola slid down her throat. I wanted to replace that straw with my cock right then and there.
Suddenly, the image of Yoo-mi's voluptuous body writhing beneath me flashed through my mind. Feeling myself grow heavy in my pants, I looked back at the screen—only to sense another gaze. I glanced at my wife. She was staring straight at me. Without a word, she kept eating popcorn while watching me. After a long moment, she turned her eyes back to the screen.
I had no idea how the movie ended. I kept stealing glances at my wife the whole time.
"Hey, the movie was pretty good. Thanks, Yoo-ri."
"Pfft, you were dozing off the whole time, Dae-woo."
"Oh, you noticed? Hahaha."
My wife and Dae-woo walked ahead while Yoo-mi and I followed side by side. I was worried about my wife. Had she noticed something? Probably not—just a strange feeling, right? I told myself to stop overthinking. Even as I thought about my wife, my hand reached for Yoo-mi's and took it. She flinched slightly but didn't pull away. She turned her head, met my eyes briefly, then looked forward again. Her hand tightened around mine.
"Honey."
At that moment, my wife turned and called out. Yoo-mi's hand slipped away quickly.
"Huh? What's up?"
"Dae-woo said he wants sushi."
"Really? You want sushi, hyung-nim?"
"Yeah, I'm suddenly craving it. My usual place is closed today."
"Is that so?"
"Honey, we go to that one place all the time. Let's go there."
"Should we?"
The four of us got into our cars and headed to the Japanese restaurant. In the car, my wife chatted nonstop about the movie while I nodded along. Thankfully, she didn't seem to have noticed anything. The two couples sat facing each other for the meal. Yoo-mi ate sushi as usual, chatting with my wife. This was the same seat where I'd kissed Yoo-mi a few days ago. I felt a pang of guilt toward my wife. Dae-woo, clearly enjoying the rare outing, kept pouring sake and laughing heartily.
"This place has really fresh fish, little bro."
"Yes, I always come here when entertaining Japanese clients from work."
"Really? Why didn't I know about it? It's so close, hahaha."
"I've tried a lot of places, but this one gets the best reactions, haha."
"Haha, let's have a drink, little bro. It's been a while since we went to the movies—feels good."
"Yes, please drink up."
"Honey, this place is nice, right?" Dae-woo asked Yoo-mi.
"Ah, yes."
"We'll have to come back when we crave sashimi again, won't we?"
"Yes, it's good."
Yoo-mi glanced at me briefly before resuming her chat with my wife. I felt both uneasy and strangely excited.
"Hello, is the food to your liking?" The restaurant owner opened the door with a warm smile.
"Ah, yes, it's great. My brother-in-law says he's a regular here, haha."
"Of course, he's one of our best customers, hoho. Isn't that right?"
The owner patted my shoulder familiarly.
"Oh my, the lady is here too? It's been a while."
"Hello."
My wife smiled brightly at the owner.
"Enjoy your time, then."
"Yes."
As the owner closed the door, she looked back at me as if remembering something.
"Oh, right—did you get home safely that day?"
A chill ran down my spine.
"Ah, yes."
"I was worried because you two had quite a bit to drink that night, hoho. Well then."
The owner closed the door and left.
"You two?" My wife repeated the words while staring at me. Across the table, Yoo-mi had gone completely still. Just as I was about to say something, my wife turned her head and started chatting with Yoo-mi again.
"Little bro, have a drink."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Dae-woo, oblivious and cheerful, kept drinking. Yoo-mi exchanged glances with me now and then while talking with my wife. My wife, whose thoughts I couldn't read, kept emptying her glass. Maybe it was just my imagination, but her eyes looked sad even as she laughed and talked.
Outside the restaurant parking lot:
"We ate well today, Dae-woo."
"No, I ate well. Thanks for recommending such a good place."
My wife linked arms with Dae-woo and acted cute. He seemed completely energized tonight.
"Little bro, let's have another round."
Before I could answer, my wife cut in.
"Where do you two always go together?"
"We don't go anywhere weird, haha."
"We're coming with you tonight, okay?"
My wife looked at Yoo-mi.
"Let's see what the men get up to when they're alone, sis."
"Huh? It's getting late."
"What does it matter? We're with our husbands, hehe. Let's get drunk tonight."
"Um, well..."
Yoo-mi looked flustered too. My wife winked at me.
"Honey. It's fine, right?"
"Yeah, sure."
I had nothing to say.
"Then shall we go to the bar we usually go to?"
"Let's do that."
Dae-woo and I decided on the bar near our homes.
"No, not that kind of place."
My wife stepped in front of us.
"Let's go to a room salon where men usually go."
"..........."
Dae-woo and I could only stare at each other, speechless.
"Yoo-ri, what are you planning to do there?"
"I'm just curious. You too, right, sis?"
"Well, I mean, I just..."
"Let's go once tonight, okay? Sis, it's fine since our husbands are with us."
"..........."
Yoo-mi looked at Dae-woo, at a loss for words.
"W-well, shall we?"
Dae-woo glanced at me awkwardly. My wife looked up at me with sparkling, childlike eyes and urged me on.
"Darling, please?"
"Alright, let's go."
After thinking for a long time, Dae-woo made a call. Soon a designated driver arrived, and we each got into our cars and headed to the destination. None of us knew yet what changes awaited us there.
The four of us sat in a room—the same one Dae-woo and I had visited before. I still couldn't believe how we'd ended up here. My wife and Yoo-mi had been glancing around nervously since we arrived, blushing at the revealing outfits of the hostesses. We sat in awkward silence. Dae-woo probably never imagined sitting here with his wife. My wife tried to break the tension.
"All the girls here are young and have great figures. Men must love this place, right, sis?"
"Yeah, they do."
Yoo-mi replied with a blank expression. Normally, it was impossible to read her thoughts from her face. Whether because of the red lighting or the alcohol, both my wife and Yoo-mi looked different tonight. Yoo-mi's outfit and expression made her look like she could pass for the madam of this place. My wife's tight T-shirt and mini jean skirt didn't quite match the atmosphere, but they had a fresh appeal. She crossed her legs and tapped her red sneakers—a habit she had when nervous.
"See? Why did you want to come here? Let's go somewhere else now."
"Why? Feeling guilty about something?"
My wife tried to sound calm, but I knew she was tense. A moment later, the door opened and an elegant woman walked in. She wore a navy jacket over a white blouse, a tight navy skirt that barely covered her thighs, and black high heels. The fitted jacket and skirt accentuated her curves. She was glamorous, exuding an air of sophistication. She looked to be in her early thirties. One side of her hair was pinned back near her ear while the rest cascaded smoothly over the other side. There was a professional aura about her that set her apart from my wife and Yoo-mi. Both women instinctively seemed wary of her. I felt a sudden urge to hold her. I felt pathetic—desiring yet another woman right in front of my wife and Yoo-mi, this endless lust of mine.