Unspoken Confessions
At the same time, strength surges into my cock. It feels like it's hardening into stone under Cho Ah-young's touch. 'Yeah, since I slept with Yoo-mi too, that debt is cleared. Big brother has that right. Since he can't get it up, he has to settle for this, kekeke.' I suppress the anger boiling inside me and try to rationalize, comforting myself alone. But I can't just stand here and watch. Without realizing it, I might rush at big brother and punch him. Yoo-mi isn't here. Yoo-mi and the manager have already left the room.
"I need to go to the bathroom."
"Looking for Yoo-mi?"
I turn around, startled by Cho Ah-young's words. Her lips move again.
"She probably went to the next room with the manager. It's been a while."
My head spins. My breathing quickens. Something is wrong. Is this a dream? I hurry out of the room and check the next one. Empty. The one after that is empty too. 'Where did they go?'
Just as the manager's face flashes through my mind, I hear it.
"Su-heon."
Yoo-mi's voice comes from behind me.
"Yoo-mi."
"Su-heon, what are you doing here?"
"Looking for you."
"..........."
"Where were you?"
"My stomach felt bad, so I was in the bathroom. The alcohol's wearing off a bit now. Today was too much."
"The manager?"
"I don't know. He was there until I went to the bathroom."
"I see. I was worried."
"About what?"
"That..."
"Su-heon."
"Yeah."
She gives me a faint smile.
"I told you before. I'm not that kind of easy woman."
"I know, but..."
She clings to me and kisses me. Yoo-mi's tongue actively wraps around mine. Our tongues entwine, exploring each other for a long moment. She pulls away and whispers.
"I'm your woman, Su-heon."
My heart aches. Yoo-mi loves her husband. I love my wife. And Yoo-mi and I love each other.
"Let's go back in. We should head home now."
"But don't go in yet."
"Why?"
"Right now, big brother..."
"With Yoo-ri?"
Yoo-mi's voice is barely audible. She must have expected this, but accepting it is still hard.
"It seemed like it would happen."
"What?"
I question her words.
"Earlier, Yoo-ri... I think she noticed us."
"..........."
"A woman's intuition."
"No way."
I deny her words, hoping it's not true. But my wife's actions today, her pussy being fingered by big brother right now, her heavy breathing spilling into his mouth... it seems so. My wife seems to have figured it out. Big brother and my wife are exploring each other's bodies in the room. But we have no way to stop it. This is something we started. We have no right to blame them.
A moment later, I open my eyes and enter. Yoo-mi goes back to the bathroom, and I walk in alone. My wife and big brother are drinking warm black tea as if nothing happened. No one else is in the room.
"Ah, my stomach feels off."
"Really? Mine too. Have you seen my wife?"
Big brother fidgets like a child caught doing something wrong.
"Huh? I haven't seen her."
"Really?"
Big brother stands up abruptly and leaves. I'm sitting face to face with my wife.
"How are you? Feeling better?"
"Yeah."
My wife smiles faintly. But she looks sad.
"Room salons aren't much, huh?"
"Yeah, they aren't. I thought they'd be more impressive."
"What were you imagining, haha."
"Just, you know, hoho."
We treat each other as if nothing happened. But I can't forget. My wife rubbing her thighs against big brother's touch, moaning. And now she's sitting in front of me as if nothing's wrong. Well, I have no right to blame my wife.
"Yoo-ri."
"Yeah."
"Come here."
"..........."
My wife looks at me quietly. Her clothes are badly wrinkled, and her hair is slightly disheveled. Something surges up in my chest again. After staring at me for a moment, my wife stands and comes to my side. When I wrap my arms around her shoulders, she puts her arms around me and hugs me tightly. As my lips seek hers, her tongue enters my mouth. My wife's sweet lips.
"Honey, let's go home. I'm in a hurry."
"Beast."
My wife pats my chest and nestles into me.
A moment later, big brother and his wife return, and we head home together. As if nothing happened. As if we know nothing.
"Aang, honey, more, harder, aang, deeper."
[Thud, thud, thud, thud,]
"Aang, you, aang, ahang."
"Yoo-ri, ah."
"Aang, ahang, aang, haang."
Our bed creaks and sways under my powerful thrusts.
"Aang, honey, aang, honey."
"Huk, huk, why? Huk, huk."
"Haang, haak, I, earlier, aang, haang, with Dae-woo, aang, haak."
[Thud, thud, thud, thud,]
"I, aang, Dae-woo, aang, ahang, me, aang, haang."
"Huk, huk, what did big brother do? Huk, huk."
"Aang, haang, I don't know, aang, haang, Dae-woo, aang, me, aang, haang."
My wife hovers on the edge of climax. As soon as we got home, she clung to me, drenched in an enormous amount of love juices. My cock, hardened like stone from the constant stimulation and excitement since last night, relentlessly scrapes against my wife's slick vaginal walls.
"Huk, huk, tell me, it's okay, huk, huk."
I want to hear from my wife's mouth what happened in the room earlier.
"Aang, haang, Dae-woo's, aang, fingers, my body, aang, haang."
[Thud, thud, thud, thud,]
"Haang, his fingers, aang, stirring, haang, inside me."
"Huk, huk, big brother fingered our Yoo-ri's pussy, huh? Yeah? Huk, huk."
"Aang, haang, you, you, aang, haang, I feel like I'm dying, aang, Dae-woo, ah, ah, aaaah."
At the mention of big brother, my thrusts become more intense, and my wife convulses while calling his name. I stop thrusting and watch my wife convulsing in orgasm. Her breasts swell tautly, nipples standing erect. After twitching for a while impaled on my cock, my wife's vaginal walls gradually soften.
"Was it good?"
"Yeah, it was good."
Good in what way? Big brother's fingers and tongue? Or my fierce thrusts? I don't ask anymore and slowly move my hips again.
"Honey, eung, haang, honey, aang."
"Huk, huk, tell me, huk, huk."
"With sister, ahang, did you sleep? Aang, haang."
My wife looks up at me, moving her hips in sync with my slow scraping of her vaginal walls. Facing each other, I continue to slowly penetrate my wife's pussy.
"Tell me, with sister, aang, haang, did you sleep with Yoo-mi sister? Haang."
"Huk, huk, yeah, I did, huk, huk."
Tears well up in my wife's trembling eyes as she clings to me and flow down her cheeks. My wife wraps her arms around my neck and pushes her tongue into my mouth. Her ragged breathing flows from deep in her throat.
"Hup, hm, hup, hup."
She sucks intensely for a long moment. An indescribable guilt washes over me for her. I'm sorry. At the same time, my wife's pussy tightly squeezes my cock, and the urge to cum surges.
"Huk, huk, I'm sorry, huk, huk, Yoo-ri."
"Aang, haang, haak, more, harder, even harder, haang, aang."
My wife throws her head back and lets out a scream-like moan.
[Thud, thud, thud, thud,]
"Aang, haang, sister, Yoo-mi sister, was it good? Aang, haang, huh?"
"Huk, huk, yeah, it was good, amazing, huk, huk."
"Aang, haang, cum for me, your, semen, ah, ang, fill my womb, aang."
"Huk, huk, Yoo-ri, huk, huk, I'm cumming."
"Aang, cum, aang, haang, fill me up, aang, haang, more than sister, more than Yoo-mi sister, aang, haang."
"Huk, ugh, huk, uk."
I embrace my wife's hot body tightly and pour a massive amount of semen deep into her womb. With my cock buried deep in her pussy, I tremble my hips as if emptying everything inside me. My wife clings to me, milking my semen with strong contractions.
"Huk, huk, huk, huk."
"Haak, haak, haak, haak."
Panting heavily, I collapse on top of my wife like a corpse. My wife warmly embraces me.
"I'm sorry, Yoo-ri."
"..........."
My wife still silently strokes my head.
"Yoo-ri."
"Was it good?"
Again, I don't know what she means—our intense lovemaking or my time with Yoo-mi. My wife lifts my head with both hands. Facing me, she smiles faintly with tears in her eyes.
"Was it good? With Yoo-mi sister."
"Yeah, it was good."
I don't know why I'm saying this to my wife. Looking into her eyes, my mouth moves on its own. I don't want to lie to my beloved wife anymore. My wife embraces me again.
"Thank you, honey."
My wife quietly strokes my head and speaks. A tear flows from my eyes too, wetting her chest.
"I'm sorry, Yoo-ri."
"Don't say anything, don't say anything."
Perhaps from overexertion yesterday, drowsiness overwhelms me, and I feel lethargic. In the quiet office during lunch, I'm listless. What the hell did I do to my wife? The fear of losing her envelops me, and I can do nothing within that fear. Just as I'm about to get up, a call comes from my wife.
"Honey, it's me."
"Yeah, honey."
"I think I'll go to my parents' house for a bit."
"..........."
"I'll be back soon, honey."
"Yeah, Yoo-ri, I'm sorry."
"..........."
"Yoo-ri."
"I'll be back soon. Don't skip meals, okay? I love you, honey, kiss."
My wife's voice trembles as she quickly hangs up. My lovely wife. The thought that I might never see her again like this crosses my mind. Right now, where am I and what am I doing?