A Wife's Bold Proposal
My hips move slowly back and forth. The ridges of her inner walls transmit every sensation straight to my cock.
“Aah, Su-heon, aah… aren’t we going to eat? Hmm? Aah…”
Ko Yoo-mi teases me, pushing her hips back to take me deeper even as her mouth tells me to stop. Her hand reaches up and clasps the one I have on her breast.
“All right, just a moment.”
“Aah, really…”
“Yoo-mi.”
“Yes? Aah…”
“Call me ‘husband.’”
“What?”
“Say it. Husband.”
“H-husband…”
She whispers it shyly, barely audible. I thrust hard into her from behind.
“Hng!”
“Louder.”
“I-I can’t…”
“There’s no one else here. What does it matter?”
“Still… I’ve never called anyone that before.”
I drive into her again, harder.
“Aah! Su-heon!”
I keep pounding without answering.
“Aah, aah, ah!”
“Say it. Now.”
“Aah, aah… husband, aah!”
“Louder.”
“Aah! Husband! Husband! Aah!”
“Keep going.”
“Aah, husband! Ah, husband, husband, aah!”
Yoo-mi’s alluring voice cries out “husband” again and again. It feels good.
“Then let’s go eat.”
I pull out. Her hips follow me.
“Aah, what? Keep going…”
Her ass wiggles, rubbing against me.
“Hmm? Keep going what?”
“Aah, Su-heon…”
“Say it. Tell me what you want.”
She whips her head around and glares at me.
“Tch, you think I’ll actually say it?”
“I won’t know unless you do.”
I chuckle, enjoying the moment. Her hand grabs my cock and pulls it toward her ass.
“Hurry.”
“What?”
“Are you really going to do this?”
“Heh.”
She lifts one leg slightly, twists her hips, and pushes back onto me.
“Hngh…”
The slick shaft slides in smoothly. Her ass begins to rock.
“Ah, that feels good, Su-heon.”
“What does? What feels good?”
“Your cock… so hard and hot…”
“How exactly?”
“It fills me up completely… that full feeling… aah…”
I start moving again. She turns onto her stomach and pushes her hips back.
“Aah, aah, yes… Su-heon, keep going…”
“Husband.”
“Aah, husband… keep… aah… doing it…”
“Husband, fuck me harder.”
“Aah, aah, aah…”
“Husband, fuck me.”
“Aah, it’s embarrassing… aah, saying that…”
I speed up, slapping against her ass with force.
“Husband, fuck me.”
“Aah, husband, aah, fuck me, aah…”
“Louder.”
“Husband, fuck me, aah, aah!”
“Keep saying it.”
“Hngh, aah, husband, fuck me, aah, fuck me, hngh, fuck me!”
“Darling.”
“Aah, what do I do, aah, what do I do, husband, husband, hngh, fuck me, hngh, ah, ah, hngh!”
Her hips dance wildly. Yoo-mi clenches around me with terrifying strength. Her hand, resting on mine as I squeeze her breast, grips me tightly. Suddenly her ass tenses and begins to spasm in small tremors. I stop moving and hold her close.
“Hah, hah, haah, haah…”
“Yoo-mi, you really are a lewd woman.”
“Hah, hah… you started it first, hah, hah…”
“Who was the one shaking her ass and begging ‘husband, fuck me’ just now?”
She pinches the hand still cupping her breast.
“Hah, hah… you villain… hah… pervert.”
“Pervert? Heh.”
“Hah, hah…”
“Then let’s have breakfast.”
“Hah… what about you, Su-heon? You’re still… hah…”
She looks back at me, cheeks flushed red. I kiss her lips.
“I need to save my strength. That way I can torment you all day today too.”
“Beast.”
She snorts, catches her breath for a moment, then gets up from the bed.
“I’ll wash up first. I’ll prepare the meal.”
Her figure as she leaves the bedroom is beautiful.
Tomorrow my wife comes home. Tomorrow my wife comes home.
“Hahaha, so that’s what happened.”
“Hohoho, that can’t be true, Dae-woo.”
“It really is, hahaha.”
Lee Dae-woo exaggerates stories from his business trip to Japan while Oh Yoo-ri laughs and responds enthusiastically. Yoo-mi and I sit beside them like borrowed barley sacks, forcing occasional smiles. A week has passed since my wife returned. There has been no sex between us. Everything else feels normal. We only exchange everyday conversation, as if that night never happened.
A week later, Dae-woo returned from his trip yesterday. My wife prepared dried fish she brought from her parents’ house and invited his couple over.
“Hahaha.”
“Hohoho.”
Dae-woo keeps talking about his trip nonstop to hold my wife’s attention. He probably hopes she won’t mention anything about Yoo-mi and me. Yoo-mi watches my wife, who claps and laughs at his tall tales, with anxious eyes.
The bottle empties and we grow drunk. Dae-woo’s repertoire runs dry, and so does the alcohol. My wife has long since exceeded her usual limit. I have never seen her this intoxicated.
With unfocused eyes, she slurs her words.
“Is Japan really that open-minded? Hohoho.”
“Of course. We could never imagine it.”
“Why not? There’s nothing we can’t do.”
“What?”
Dae-woo looks flustered at her words.
“Let’s try it too.”
Dae-woo, Yoo-mi, and I all stare at my wife. Everyone’s tension is obvious.
“No one’s reacting? You don’t have the confidence?”
She picks up the glass in front of her and twirls it. Then she looks at me.
“Honey, what do you think? It’s fine, right?”
She turns to Dae-woo.
“Dae-woo, want to have sex with me?”
“Yuri.”
“Why? You were so aggressive in the room that day.”
“……”
Conflict and anticipation war on Dae-woo’s face—the chance to hold my wife again.
“Ah, you said you couldn’t get hard, right?”
“Our Yuri has had too much to drink, hahaha.”
“That day in the room, you seemed hard though? Hohoho.”
“……”
“You never know. I’ll try my best, hohoho.”
“Yuri.”
“Dae-woo, your technique that day was no joke. Even your kisses… I got so wet that day.”
She brings the twirling glass to her lips and takes a sip.
“It’s fine with you too, right, sister?”
Yoo-mi sits with a stiff face, head lowered. I keep my eyes on my wife.
“Look, Dae-woo. Neither my sister nor my husband is saying anything.”
“……”
“Why are you such a coward, Dae-woo?”
“Even so…”
“Do I have no charm? That day you said I was sexy, didn’t you?”
“……”
“Dae-woo, everything you said while touching me that day—was it all a lie? Tch.”
“It’s not that.”
“Then have sex with me. I guess this is what they call swapping, hohoho.”
“……”
“All right, I’ll take that as agreement from sister and Su-heon too. Hohoho.”
“……”
Dae-woo tries to avoid her questions, clearly flustered. Tears begin to fall from my wife’s eyes as she keeps chattering. Yoo-mi’s shoulders shake while her head remains bowed. When you think about it, Yoo-mi is the victim of both Dae-woo’s and my desires. I want to explain everything to my wife for her sake, but I can’t bring myself to speak. A husband who wants his wife to sleep with another man. A husband who raped the woman next door out of lust. If she learns the truth, the shock will be even greater. Dae-woo is probably thinking the same thing. That is why he is keeping quiet about Yoo-mi’s and my relationship.
One wrong choice has dragged us all into a quagmire.
A little later, my wife collapses and the drinking party ends. After laying her down in the master bedroom and coming out, I see Yoo-mi cleaning up and washing dishes in the kitchen.
“I’m sorry. My wife drank too much today.”
“It’s all right. Yuri must be having a hard time.”
Her back looks pitiful. I step outside with Dae-woo and light a cigarette.
“Yuri drank a lot, so don’t worry about it.”
“Yes. She must have been shocked.”
“Probably. I’m sorry. This all started because of me.”
“No. I’m the one who…”
“But have you been meeting my wife since then?”
“I’m sorry.”
“No. Do I have the right to blame you?”
“……”
“Are you going to keep meeting her?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Hmm. Brother-in-law.”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry. I wanted to tell Yuri everything from the beginning, but I didn’t have the courage.”
“No. I feel the same. I only feel sorry for Yoo-mi because of us.”
“I didn’t want Yuri to hate me.”
“What?”
“I just… felt that way for a moment.”
“……”
Dae-woo seems to have developed different feelings toward my wife. It disgusts me, but I have nothing to say. As a husband, I have no right to judge. Everything is getting messier and messier.
“Brother-in-law, anyway, don’t worry about it. Just think of it as Yuri’s drunken rambling.”
“I hope so. I really do.”
“Be good to her. Yuri’s going to have a hard time.”
“Yes. I have to.”
“I’m sorry, brother-in-law. Because of me.”
“Yoo-mi… Yoo-mi is going to have a hard time too. Please take care of her.”
“Yeah. My wife ended up with a pathetic husband.”
“……”