The Crude Confessions of the Night
She tilts her head back and looks at me while emptying her glass. There’s a strange, seductive glint in her eyes that sets her apart from ordinary women. They say she used to work in the entertainment industry, and professionals really are different.
As more rounds of drinks circulate, her expressions and gestures grow even more sensual. My wife and Yoo-mi seem to be enjoying the rare leisurely evening outdoors with drinks. That guy’s wife joins in, chattering nonstop. The older brother and that guy keep laughing heartily while downing their drinks, for whatever reason.
Looking under the table, I see the bottles we’ve drunk packed into boxes. We’ve had quite a lot. Checking the clock, it’s already past midnight. The other five seem oblivious to time.
I stand up to go to the bathroom, but my wife grabs my arm. “Where are you going, honey?”
“Bathroom.”
“Me too, me too.”
“Let’s go then.”
“Oh my, you two are so close. Just take care of business and come back—no funny business, hohoho.”
Watching my wife follow me with her usual aegyo, Mei gives her signature eye-smile and says, “Honey, how about we do some funny business too? Hohoho.”
“Shall we then? Hahaha.”
My wife and I play along with her joke and head toward the bathroom.
“Honey.”
“What?”
“Aing.”
“Why do you keep doing that?”
After finishing my business and lighting a cigarette, my wife clings to my arm and makes a nasal sound.
“Tsk. You’ve been staring at Mei this whole time. Is your old wife not interesting anymore?”
“What are you talking about? Come here, wife.”
“Tsk. Forget it.”
My wife turns away, pretending to sulk with her arms crossed. So her name is Mei. I hug her from behind and gently nibble on her earlobe.
“Does our wife miss her husband’s raging cock? Hmm?”
“Aing, stop it.”
My wife makes a nasal sound as if she doesn’t dislike it, twisting her body in a show of trying to escape. Yet she pushes her ass toward my cock poking at her and grinds against it.
My wife grabs my cock over my pants tightly and turns around abruptly. Just as her tongue delves into my lips, I feel a cool breeze on my cock. She slowly strokes it.
The outdoor caress is thrilling. From the yard just around the corner, I can hear giggling. In a public place, under the same space as others, my cock is being sucked by my wife.
“Churup, chueup, chueup, churup.”
The sound of her sucking is incredibly loud in my ears. Her tongue play is intense, as if she’s deliberately making more noise.
Caressing her moving head, I savor the heat and softness of her mouth.
“Whoa, are they really doing it? Kekeke.”
My wife, kneeling in front of me with my cock in her mouth, freezes like stone. I turn toward the sound. It’s that guy.
“Yoo-ri, you’re more than meets the eye, kekeke. I won’t interrupt—keep going, kekeke.”
Grinning, he passes by us and enters the bathroom. Startled by the sudden appearance, my wife doesn’t even turn her eyes, still holding my cock in her mouth without moving.
I help her stand and signal with my eyes to return to the table. She hurries back with a flustered expression while I fix my pants.
That guy comes out shaking his hands. I try to say something but have nothing. He grins, pats my shoulder a few times, and leisurely returns to his seat.
‘Ah, I can’t bring myself to like that bastard.’
After a moment, I return to my seat too.
“Whoa, little brother, did you really do something with sister-in-law? Why are you only coming now? Hahaha.”
The tactless older brother greets me with slurred speech.
“Hey, stop with that talk, you.”
“Aya, hahaha.”
Yoo-mi pinches the older brother’s thigh. My wife’s face turns bright red, visible even in the dark evening. Mei looks back and forth between me and my wife intently.
“Oh ho, seems like it’s true? Sister, you’re something else.”
“Hey, no, what are you saying, hoho.”
At Mei’s words, my wife panics while glancing at that guy.
“What’s the big deal? Sister, it’s just between husband and wife, hohoho.”
“Hey, I said it’s not.”
“Oh, Su-heon, you’re more manly than I thought, hoho.”
Mei, finding it amusing, keeps pushing me and my wife.
“Why? You said you like that kind of man too, right? Hahaha.”
The words come out in a fit of irritation, but the moment they leave my mouth, I regret it. Mei’s smiling face stiffens slightly, and she looks at her husband. That guy pretends not to know and downs his drink, while the flustered older brother suggests everyone take a shot. Yoo-mi and my wife, not knowing why, try to change the atmosphere with shots.
They start chatting about other topics again, and Mei no longer participates actively. That guy signals me with his eyes.
“Well then, let’s have the men take a smoke break.”
“Shall we?”
The older brother follows us to a corner of the yard and lights a cigarette.
“I’m sorry. It wasn’t intentional—it just came out while talking.”
“No, no, it’s fine.”
“Anyway, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. She’s not the kind of woman to be hurt by such words. We’re all in this together, after all.”
“...........”
I apologize for my slip of the tongue. He looks satisfied with my apology while smoking. The older brother heads to the bathroom with a cigarette in his mouth. With him gone, an awkward atmosphere returns.
“By the way.”
“...........”
“Sister-in-law—is she always that proactive? Kekeke.”
“...........”
“Ah, sorry. She was so passionate earlier, kekeke.”
Having my secret act with my wife seen and my slip-up, I have nothing to say to the grinning guy. He blatantly stares at my wife’s pale thighs as she sits with legs crossed, taking a long drag.
“Hoo, I’m jealous, Su-heon little brother.”
“No need to be jealous when you have Mei, right?”
I give a half-hearted reply.
“Well, my wife is no joke in bed. When you strip her, she’s something else.”
“...........”
“She looks slim, but her ass and tits are really something.”
Unconsciously, at his words, I look at Mei and imagine her naked body, sweaty and panting in bed.
“My wife’s moans are something else too. If you heard them, even Dae-woo would stand up straight, kekeke.”
“...........”
“Though I saw earlier—even the elegant Yoo-mi was amazing when she was getting fucked, right?”
“...........”
At his words, various images overlap in my mind. My lower body feels heavy and itchy.
“I have an eye for women, and I felt it before too—about Yoo-ri.”
“Speak comfortably.”
Somehow, hearing the word Yoo-ri from his mouth makes my cock harden more.
“Is that okay? Kekeke. Su-heon little brother, then I’ll tell you as I feel.”
“Please do.”
“In my opinion, Yoo-ri is probably a legendary pussy.”
“Kekeke, is it written on her face?”
“Slender wrists, ankles, soft white skin on her waist, and probably those big tits are firm too, kekeke.”
“Is that so?”
“Women like that taste best when you slap their ass hard enough to leave handprints and pound them, kekeke.”
“...........”
“With a body that voluptuous, one cock won’t do. You’d need two or three to barely satisfy that lewd body, kekeke. Or smash her pussy with a proper monster cock, kekeke.”
“...........”
“Ah, fuck, look at her, showing off those pale thighs. That fucking bitch needs my handprints all over her body to feel safe. Otherwise, who knows when she’ll be panting with some other cock. Ah, that fucking bitch—I really want to fuck her good once.”
His words grow increasingly vulgar, eventually calling my wife a fucking bitch while rubbing his cock over his pants. I say nothing, mesmerized, and together we stare at my wife and imagine.
My wife, whether knowing we’re staring at her and spewing crude words or not, giggles happily. Giggling, she looks our way, smiles brightly, and waves for us to come quickly.
“Ah, that fucking bitch is making me so horny. Her sex appeal is overflowing. If I put my cock in that bitch’s mouth-pussy, she’ll drip pussy juice everywhere. Don’t you think so, little brother?”
He’s now completely forgetting my presence, getting excited. Suddenly, I recall the older brother mentioning his goblin club. Unconsciously, I glance at the front of his pants where his cock has risen.
“That fucking bitch—I need to show her the taste of my cock. When my cock pierces that fucking bitch’s pussy, she’ll know how lewd she is. If I pound her hard, she’ll scream so loud the neighborhood hears, kekekekeke. Ah, fuck, she’s such a voluptuous bitch.”
At his vulgar words, I imagine him pounding my wife. Just as he said, I imagine my wife screaming madly, impaled on his huge cock, gasping for breath.
“What’s up? Haven’t you finished smoking yet?”
At the older brother’s words, I’m startled and come to my senses.
“No, I’m going now. You were waiting, hahaha.”
Unlike me, he casually returns to the table with the older brother as if nothing happened. Following behind, I’m still not over the excitement from earlier, walking hunched over with my pants bulging in front.
‘That bastard—maybe he really is a dangerous guy.’