Secret Temptation
“Hello.”
“Hello, please take good care of her today as well.”
“Of course, don’t worry.”
“All right, Hana, bye-bye.”
The little girl waves brightly at Yoo-ri with a cheerful smile. Still babbling in her own adorable baby language, Hana beams as Yoo-ri watches her with warm affection before driving away from the daycare. It has already been three years since Su-heon left for his overseas assignment. Their daughter Hana is now three and has only been attending daycare for a month. Even her mother, who had stayed with them for those three years, has finally returned to her hometown.
Back at home, Yoo-ri enjoys a leisurely cup of coffee. The past three years had been a whirlwind of raising her child, and this newfound solitude still feels strangely unfamiliar. Gazing at the family photo of Su-heon and Hana smiling brightly, she picks up her phone.
“Honey? My dear husband?”
“Oh, my love. What’s up?”
“What do you mean, what’s up? I just missed you.”
“Then come over. I miss Hana too.”
“You don’t miss me? Hmph.”
“Of course I miss my wife too. I’ll call you later—I’m busy right now.”
“Are you only busy when I call?”
“If you have something to say, say it quickly.”
“No, never mind. I’m hanging up.”
She sets the phone down and stares at it for a long while. Yoo-ri feels sorry for her always-busy husband, yet at the same time she cannot shake the unease and disappointment. She does not think he has another woman, but something still feels off. Taking a sip of coffee, she shakes her head.
I need to do something too.
With more free time, unnecessary thoughts keep creeping in. Yoo-ri stands and steps in front of the full-length mirror. The married woman in comfortable training clothes slowly peels them off one by one. Her sensual body is revealed, and she runs her hands over herself with a satisfied smile.
Still pretty good, huhu.
Her figure is so beautiful it is hard to believe she has given birth. Her once-sagging breasts and hips have regained their firm elasticity, and the extra flesh that had clung to her has disappeared thanks to recent exercise. Her body is even more toned than before she had the baby. She admires herself for a long time, then glances at the clock and hurries to get ready.
“Hey, Assistant Manager Kim, what are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Team Leader Park gives Su-heon a light tap as he passes by, still holding the receiver in a daze. Lately his wife has been calling more often. Ever since Hana started daycare, their conversations easily stretch over an hour.
“Why? Was it your wife again?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Then why the long face?”
“It’s nothing.”
“What, worried someone’s gonna steal your pretty wife?”
“Haha, who’d want a married woman over forty?”
Even while joking back, Su-heon feels an inexplicable anxiety about his wife being alone. It started after he heard from his older brother that Jae-geun had been released.
“Hey, the director’s here.”
At Park’s words, Su-heon returns to his busy routine.
“Hah, hah, hah, hah.”
The curvaceous married woman is drenched in sweat. Her training clothes cling tightly to her body, the curves of her figure standing out even more clearly through the damp fabric. Most of the women at the club in broad daylight are flabby middle-aged ladies. There are a few young, well-proportioned girls here and there, but even they look like they work at entertainment establishments. Yoo-ri, pedaling hard on the stationary bike, stands out like a swan among ducks. Her firm, bouncing breasts and plump hips sway vigorously with every movement. She is the kind of voluptuous married woman any man would want to grope at least once. The neighborhood wives pretend not to look, but shoot her envious glances.
“Hello, Yoo-ri.”
“Hah, hah, hah—hello. Hah, hah.”
A well-built trainer approaches her with a bright smile. Yoo-ri greets him warmly. As he corrects her posture and explains various things, his hands casually brush against her body. Every time his strong forearm grazes her hips or breasts, a strange thrill runs through her. These days, this has become the time she looks forward to the most. The man pays special attention only to her, carefully adjusting her form and chatting away.
Hmm, at least he has good taste, huhu.
After finishing her workout under his touch, Yoo-ri’s panties are always soaked with her juices. Still, she does not feel anything deeper than affection for a man ten years younger than her. He simply feels like a cute younger brother who adores her.
“Yoo-ri, how about learning the bench press today?”
“Huh? Isn’t that something guys do?”
“Not at all. Women won’t bulk up like men even if they do it. Come here and try.”
Led by the trainer’s hand, Yoo-ri lies down on the bench as he demonstrates first. Watching the muscular man move right in front of her makes her body tingle restlessly.
“Now, Yoo-ri, your turn.”
She lies back just as he did moments ago.
“Lift your hips like this.”
His palm slides beneath her buttocks to support her. Ah, this fucking bitch… her ass feels so good. I gotta ride this ass someday, heh. The trainer feels her soft flesh and flashes her a suggestive smile.
“Good, and now breathe like this—inhale when you lift.”
As Yoo-ri raises the dumbbell, he teaches her proper breathing. Her breasts rise and fall prominently toward the ceiling.
“Don’t rush. Slowly, like this.”
“Hoo, hup, hoo.”
“Not like that—watch me. Hoo, hup, hoo.”
His hand touches her collarbone. Yoo-ri focuses intently on his instructions, unaware of anything else. Shit, I’m dying here. I wanna suck on those tits so bad. His hand slowly descends and presses against her heaving breasts. Startled, she glances at him, but he continues explaining with a perfectly normal expression. Feeling embarrassed for having strange thoughts, she focuses again. The trainer moves to her side, his hand still resting naturally on her chest.
“You’re doing great. Just three sets like this.”
“Okay.”
Yoo-ri concentrates on the movement once more. Damn, look at those thighs. So