Dangerous Deal and the Woman Next Door
"Come to think of it, we haven't even introduced ourselves properly yet. I'm Lee Dae-woo, and this is my wife, Ko Yoo-mi."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Kim Su-heon."
"And I'm Oh Yoo-ri," my wife said with a bright smile as she introduced herself. The man from next door couldn't seem to take his eyes off that smile. It was the kind of smile that could enchant any man. I, too, found myself staring at Ko Yoo-mi, captivated by her elegant presence.
"Let's get along well from now on," Yoo-mi said, her charming voice brushing against my ears with a gentle smile. Did she always have a smile like that? I caught myself scanning her again without realizing it. Her skirt, neatly folded as she sat with her legs together, covered only half of her thighs, revealing smooth, pale skin beneath. I wanted to reach out and squeeze them.
"Well then, how about we start with a drink?"
"Ah, yes." Startled by Dae-woo's suggestion, I raised my glass. The four of us dove into the soju with crab as our side dish, the atmosphere quickly turning lively. About an hour passed. As expected, drinks with new people were hard to control. When I glanced to the side, five bottles of soju were already empty.
"Ah, this feels great. We should've done this sooner."
"We can meet often from now on. Hohoho." The couple next door kept raising their glasses, clearly enjoying themselves. A few more bottles disappeared. The snacks were gone.
"Hyung-nim, shall we go out for another round?"
"Hyung-nim? Sure, why not? Hahaha."
"You're five years older than me, so of course you're hyung-nim. Let's go grab another drink, hyung-nim."
"If you say so, dongsaeng? Hahaha."
"Hahaha." Dae-woo and I got ready to head out. Alcohol really did bring men closer fast. A sudden sense of camaraderie filled the air.
"Yoo-mi, what about you?"
"Hmm." At Dae-woo's question, Yoo-mi turned to my wife.
"We'll just stay home and have some beer, unni."
"Shall we?" My wife and Yoo-mi exchanged words in slightly tipsy voices.
"Then you ladies can chat at home. Let's go, dongsaeng."
"Yes, hyung-nim." We left the house in casual clothes.
"Don't go anywhere weird, come straight back, darling. Hohoho." My wife smacked my butt and whispered in my ear. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes slightly unfocused.
"Got it. I'll be back soon to give my wife a good pounding. Kekeke." When I whispered back, she kissed my cheek.
"Let's go, dongsaeng." Dae-woo was already holding the elevator for me.
"Make sure he doesn't drink too much," Yoo-mi said to me.
"Yes, we'll be back soon." As soon as Dae-woo and I stepped out of the apartment complex, we realized we had nowhere particular to go. After wandering around, we ducked into a nearby sashimi restaurant. More bottles piled up—one, two, three.
"Dongsaeng, is everything okay with you two?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Dae-woo was clearly drunk, his head resting on the table as he continued.
"I mean, why don't you have kids yet?"
"Ah, that. We just wanted to enjoy each other a bit more before having them, so we put it off."
"Right, hic. It's not like there's a problem between you and your wife, is there?"
"No, we're fine. Too healthy, actually. Hahaha. What about you two?"
"Us? It's me who's the problem."
"..."
"My thing won't get hard, kekeke. Hic."
"..."
"Erectile dysfunction, kekeke."
"..........." I had no idea what to say. What was I supposed to respond with?
"Don't you believe me?"
"Hyung-nim, there are plenty of good medicines these days—Viagra and all that. I heard it's not even considered a real illness anymore."
"Hic, I tried it. Didn't work."
"..."
"The doctor said it's psychological, hic."
"Is there no way to fix it?"
"Nope, hic."
"..."
"I feel bad for my wife, kekeke. She's still in her prime, and look at me."
"..........."
"Why so quiet?"
"There's always IVF, isn't there?"
"Azoospermia. Can you believe it? Kekeke, hic."
"..........."
"Dongsaeng, what do you think of my wife? Isn't our Yoo-mi pretty? Hic."
"..." I pictured Yoo-mi. That cool, elegant face came to mind, along with the sound of her attractive voice.
"Not really?"
"Well... she is pretty. She doesn't look her age at all, hyung-nim. Anyone would think she's in her early thirties."
"Right? Hehehe. My wife's quite the looker. And when you take her clothes off, she's even better, hic."
When you take her clothes off, she's even better. When you take her clothes off, she's even better. Those words kept swirling in my head.
"Hyung-nim, let's head back now. I think you've had enough."
"Yeah? Yeah, let's go. I talked way too much for our first meeting, hic."
"Let's go." When we got home, Yoo-ri had just finished showering and was wrapped in a long towel.
"Where's Dae-woo?"
"He went home." Hearing another man's name from my wife's mouth felt strange. Unpleasant, yet not entirely unpleasant.
"And Yoo-mi?"
"She's at home, obviously." I tried saying it too. Yoo-mi. Still, my wife showed no reaction. Maybe I was the weird one.
As I showered, those words echoed again. When you take her clothes off, she's even better. When you take her clothes off, she's even better. Yoo-mi's face overlapped with the bodies of various porn actresses in my mind. Feeling strange, I looked down—my cock was standing rock hard. It didn't go down until the shower ended.
"Yoo-ri, give me a towel."
"There's none inside?"
"No." She brought one over, completely naked. "Oh my, my husband's really healthy, kekeke." As she handed me the towel, she grabbed my erect cock and squeezed it while looking at me. Right there by the bathroom door, I devoured her lips again.
"Let's go to the bedroom... mmh, hah, mm."
I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the master bedroom. Moments later, my wife's ecstatic moans and the sound of our bodies slapping together echoed throughout the house. That Saturday night, we spent it exploring each other's bodies with fiery passion.
After that day, the two couples met for drinks every week—sometimes at our place, sometimes at theirs. Our forms of address naturally changed. Dae-woo and I became hyung and dongsaeng, while the women called each other unni and dongsaeng. Strangely, though, Yoo-mi and I, and Dae-woo and my wife, started using each other's first names. Maybe it was because there was still some distance between men and women.
Half a year passed like that.
"Honey, Yoo-mi unni said something..."
"Tell me. Why'd you stop?"
"No, it's nothing." One evening, my wife seemed like she had something to say but held back. I was curious since it was about Yoo-mi, but I pretended not to care.
"Anyway, darling." When she called me "darling," it was a signal that she was in the mood.
"You're on your period right now, so don't start something you can't finish."
"Hohoho. That's why I'm going to give you some special service instead." She knelt in front of me on the sofa, pulled down my training pants and underwear in one go, and settled between my legs. One hand gently massaged my balls while her tongue licked up from the base of my cock.
"Ah, Yoo-ri... that feels amazing, ugh." I exaggerated my reaction a little. Encouraged, she serviced me even more devotedly.
"Did something happen today, wife? Ugh."
"Hah, no... mmph, just..." She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth and kept going. The sight was incredibly endearing.
"What was that about Yoo-mi earlier?"
"..........." She paused with my cock in her mouth and stared at me for a long moment before speaking.
"Dae-woo from next door... he has erectile dysfunction."
"Really?" I acted surprised, pretending I didn't already know. She wrapped her tongue around the head again.
"Is that all?"
"Hah, no... and, mmph, he has azoospermia too, hah."
No new information. "So?" She pulled my cock out of her mouth and stroked it with her hand, looking at me. Her eyes were moist.
"I think unni's lonely. She even cried while we were talking yesterday."
"She should just get a lover. There are plenty of those these days."
"Really? Then maybe I should get one too? Hohoho."
"You naughty wife." I grabbed her hair with both hands and shoved my cock into her mouth.
"Hah, ugh, mmph, mm."
"Don't women masturbate too? There are plenty of toys like dildos these days."
"Hah, unni... mm, says she's scared of those, hah, mm."
I pictured Yoo-mi's body again. Her elegant face overlapped with my wife's as she sucked me. The sensation built up fast.
"Yoo-ri, ugh... I'm gonna cum."
"Hah, mm, ugh, hah, mm." My hands tightened in her hair. I thrust deep into her throat as she struggled, trying to pull away, but I didn't let her. In my mind, Yoo-mi's face twisted in discomfort. I couldn't hold back.
"Ugh, mmph, ugh, hah."
"Ugh, I'm cumming, ugh, ugh, fuck."
"Ugh, hah, ugh." My swollen cock pulsed deep in her throat, shooting cum straight down as she teared up from the strain. But the pleasure was so intense that I almost moaned Yoo-mi's name.
"Kek, kek... that's too much. How could you go that deep? Hah, hah."
"Ah, sorry. It just felt too good."
"You were imagining Yoo-mi unni, weren't you?" Sweat ran down my back. She was just guessing, right?
"What are you talking about? Why would I think of another woman when I have such a sexy wife? Kekeke."
"Really? My husband gives great lip service too. Hohoho."
"Swallow it all."
"It already went down, you animal." She cleaned up every last drop that trickled out, sucking gently for a while longer. I felt relaxed. Post-nut clarity. Even with such a sexy, beautiful wife sucking my cock, I had still imagined cumming inside Yoo-mi from next door. Men really were animals.