My Waist Moves Again
My waist begins to move again. My tongue slips away from hers and trails down her neck.
“Aah, Su-heon… hah… ahh…” she moans, tilting her head back and calling my name in a low voice. She wraps her arms around my head and guides me to her chest. I bury my face between her breasts through the open buttons of her dress and thrust deep inside her.
“Hah… hah… Yoo-mi… hah…”
“Aah… ahh… I love you… Su-heon…”
My cock swells as I pound relentlessly into her pussy.
“Hah… hah… I love you, Yoo-mi…”
“Aah… ahh… Su-heon…”
My hips suddenly stop. A sharp wave of climax surges up in an instant. I drive myself all the way to the root and pour my seed straight into her womb. The hot spurts batter against her inner walls, and her body convulses violently.
“Hah… hah… Yoo-mi…”
“Aah… ahh… hah… hah…”
We stay locked together, trembling and feeling each other’s aftershocks. Our ragged breaths gradually slow, and the strength drains from her legs that had been wrapped tightly around my waist.
“I missed you, Su-heon.”
“I’m sorry, Yoo-mi.”
“Su-heon…”
“Come to the office tomorrow, Yoo-mi.”
“……”
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Yes, Su-heon.”
We hold each other gently and brush our lips together. My softened cock slips out of her pussy with a wet sound. Her smooth legs slide down from my waist. She suddenly sways and clings to me. I stroke her hair as she leans against me.
“Go ahead first, Su-heon.”
“Let’s go together.”
“You…”
“……”
“Su-heon… it’s… leaking out of me.”
I steady her as she whispers against me. I pull down her soiled panties. She lifts one foot slightly to help. I grasp her slender ankle, slide the panties off, and tuck them into my suit pocket. Taking out a handkerchief, I wipe the semen trailing down her thighs. I clean her entrance thoroughly, then run my tongue over her pussy.
“Aah, Su-heon… that’s dirty…” Her hips tremble at the touch of my tongue on her sensitive flesh. She licks my lips as I stand up. We hold each other tightly again for a long while, as if we might break.
Yoo-mi and I stand in front of our respective homes. She lifts my handkerchief, still soaked with semen and her juices, and smiles. That smile is lovely. I pull her panties from my pocket and inhale their scent. Her mouth opens wide in silent shock.
‘What are you doing?!’
I grin and tuck the panties back into my pocket. She plants her hands on her hips and pouts, then opens her door and steps inside. I ring the bell, and another one of my loves opens the door to greet me.
At lunchtime, Yoo-mi and I sit in a small café. I ask her, with difficulty, why she is getting divorced. She answers just as painfully, holding nothing back. As I expected, it involves that man. I pretend not to know and listen to her story.
After being taken by him that day, she had been shocked to find her body covered in dark hickeys and her pubic hair completely shaved. She pressed her husband for answers and learned what had happened. The shock made her declare divorce, and her husband, faced with her firm resolve, had no choice but to agree.
“I’m… afraid of my husband.”
“You told him about him peeking?”
“Yes.”
A single tear rolls down her cheek. What on earth had her husband been thinking, confessing even the part about peeking? He could have lied easily enough. Removing a drunk wife’s pubic hair and leaving hickeys was something a husband could have done. Why confess the truth when a simple argument would have sufficed? Did he feel guilty toward his wife?
“And even after that, he acted so calm at the villa?”
“Yes. That trip was our last as a couple.”
Looking back, I had been so preoccupied with my wife, that man, and Mei at the villa that I hadn’t paid attention to Yoo-mi. Hearing her now, she must have seemed terribly lonely.
“But I never expected him to bring Jae-geun on that trip too…”
“……”
Yoo-mi’s shoulders shake. What the hell was her husband thinking? And what kind of shameless face had that bastard worn while sitting there grinning? On top of that, my own wife that dawn… The image of him suddenly mounting Yoo-mi and calling my wife’s name while fucking her flashes through my mind. And his wife, choking on my cock down her throat. Everything is so filthily tangled that there is nothing I can say or do. I feel wretched just being swept along.
“Yoo-mi.”
“……”
“Then… since when?”
“Next Friday. That day… I’m leaving for America.”
“America?”
“Yes. My parents are there.”
I won’t be able to see her anymore. My chest tightens; I can hardly breathe.
“So it’s already…”
“Yes. Everything’s been taken care of.”
“……”
“Yuri still doesn’t know.”
“……”
“I was going to tell her this weekend.”
Her gaze trembles violently as she looks at me. I avoid her eyes and watch the people passing outside the window.
“Yoo-mi.”
“Yes.”
“Do you really have to go?”
“……”
I keep staring out the window, unable to look at her.
“Su-heon.”
“……”
“We…”
“……”
“There’s nothing we can do. The two of us.”
I turn to face her. She stares back at me with tears in her eyes. Just as she said, there is nothing we can do.
All the way back to the office, her words echo in my head.
“There’s nothing we can do. The two of us.”
I sit at my desk and try to focus on work, but nothing registers. Maybe this is for the best. Perhaps everything will return to how it was. If it weren’t for her husband, I would never have to see that bastard again.
After sitting blankly for a while, my wife calls.
“Honey, it’s me.”
“Yeah.”
“Honey, I’m having dinner out with Yoo-mi unni tonight.”
“Who?”
“Yoo-mi unni. Why?”
Her voice trembles ever so slightly.
“Oh… okay.”
“I’ll be home early. What could two women possibly do? Hohoho.”
“Right.”
Yoo-mi hadn’t mentioned anything about dinner just moments ago. My chest tightens at the faint tremor in my wife’s voice. Is she hiding something from me? After hanging up, I call Yoo-mi. When the line starts ringing, I hang up again. My wife has never lied to me. I’m the one who has been lying to her all along. I have no right to doubt her.
I cook ramen and watch baseball