D-Day: The AS Technician's Visit and the Start of My Wife's Exposure Play
I opened my eyes in bed without even knowing when I had fallen asleep.
Mijeong lay naked beside me, still lost in sleep.
Even though it was my day off, my eyes opened naturally the moment my usual commute time arrived.
In the end I closed them again and tried to drift back off.
Whether it was from the intense sex the night before, sleep took me quickly.
When I next woke, Mijeong had already left to drop the child off at school.
Some of the seniors at the office claimed they never got morning wood, but even after the sex the previous night my cock stood stiff and ready, already hard enough to push the sheet upward.
Mijeong returned from taking the child to school and stood in the kitchen.
I rose and headed toward her.
The cold of the floorboards against my bare soles woke my whole body.
I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
Warm skin under her T-shirt heated my palms.
My hands slipped inside the shirt.
Mijeong’s soft flesh yielded gently between my fingers.
I slid them slowly downward until the elastic of her panties caught against my fingertips.
Coarse hair brushed past, and slick wetness already coated my fingers.
Her thighs trembled faintly and parted.
I lifted her and carried her to the bed.
I caught the hem of her black dress and pulled it up.
Mijeong raised both arms to make it easy to strip her.
The dress, still warm from her body, dropped to the floor beside the bed.
When I pressed firmly against her back she bent forward, bracing both arms on the mattress.
I unhooked the bra that cradled her breasts.
Gravity took it; the bra tumbled off the edge of the bed with a soft thud.
The thin panties still hugging her ass caught my eye.
The sheer fabric skimmed under my fingertips.
Black lace edges bit lightly into the soft flesh, cinching it.
When I stroked my thumb along the cloth, her waist gave a tiny shudder.
Faint handprints still lingered on the white skin.
I eased the panties aside and her already soaked pussy came into view.
My index finger parted the soft folds and pushed inside.
Hot inner walls clenched around the finger as if sucking it deeper.
Mijeong’s back arched a little; strength gathered in her arms.
The mattress sank plushly beneath her palms.
“Mijeong… you’re wet.”
Her breathing roughened.
Her hips pushed back unconsciously.
“Ah~”
I shoved my pants down and kicked them away.
My rigid cock sprang free into the air, the tip gleaming with clear fluid.
One hand still holding her panties aside, I gripped myself with the other.
I set the head against her entrance and pushed in slowly.
Slick juices ran down the length of my cock.
Warm walls clamped tight and swallowed me whole.
Mijeong’s back bowed deeper.
The sheet crumpled under her hands with a soft rustle.
I took hold of her waist and began to move, unhurried at first.
Every time my cock drove deep and withdrew, the wet slap of flesh on flesh filled the room.
Whenever her ass was shoved forward, the soft flesh of her inner thighs quivered.
“Mmm~”
I quickened the pace.
The head of my cock stabbed repeatedly at that particular spot inside her.
Her walls tightened harder and harder.
Her breaths shortened; her shoulders rose and fell.
Sweat traced the line of my spine and dripped onto her waist.
Her legs began to tremble.
I gathered her hair gently in one hand and drew her head back.
Her upper body lifted a little; her breasts swayed heavily downward.
My other hand cupped one full breast.
The stiffened nipple pressed into the center of my palm.
“Aaang~”
Her body pitched forward.
I drove my hips harder.
Each time my cock bottomed out, her ass rocked wildly.
The bed creaked in steady rhythm.
Her walls contracted violently, crushing around me.
“Aaang… haang… aaang….”
Her body convulsed as the climax hit.
Her arms went limp and collapsed onto the bed.
Even as the orgasm rolled through her I kept thrusting.
“Aaaah… hhk… ahhk ahhk…”
When I released her hair she buried her face in the mattress and let the moans pour out.
Her thighs shook helplessly with every movement of mine.
“Oppa… hhk hhk hhk”
“Who am I?”
I drove my cock even deeper into her pussy as I asked.
“Aaang… aaang… aaang… Chang… Oppa…”
“Changsu who fucks you so good from behind?”
“Yes… hhk hhk…”
I became the Changsu from my wife’s memories and pounded her roughly.
The thought of another man fucking my wife sent climax surging up almost at once.
I slowly pulled free.
Then I painted thick ropes of cum across her full, round ass. Thinner than the night before, the semen slid down her cheeks and onto her thighs.
I wiped the dripping mess with tissues from the bedside; her thighs and calves still trembled.
She rolled onto her back on the bed.
Her breasts rose and fell heavily as she caught her breath.
I lay down beside her and brushed the sweat-damp hair from her forehead.
Her hand drifted across my chest and down.
Little by little her breathing evened out.
Her eyelids drooped.
I pulled her close by the waist and held her against me.
Her soft, rounded belly pressed gently against mine.
Brrrriing.
The phone startled my eyes open. I had fallen asleep still holding Mijeong. She was asleep beside me as well.
I checked the phone on the nightstand; it was an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Sorry to call so early, sir. This is the AS technician scheduled to visit today.”
“Ah… yes.”
“The morning appointment I had was cancelled, so I wanted to ask if I could come to you now instead.”
At the technician’s words I glanced sideways.
Mijeong’s sleeping face and bare body filled my sight.
In that instant the urge to show her exactly like this to the AS technician flared hot. A reckless hope even rose that, if luck was with me, it might go as far as sex between my wife and the technician.
“Yes. Come over.”
“Thank you, sir. I should be there in about twenty minutes.”
“All right.”
After hanging up I dressed in a hurry.
I approached Mijeong, still asleep, and gently shook her.
“Mmm… honey.”
“The AS guy’s coming in twenty minutes.”
Her eyes snapped wide open.
She tried to throw off the covers and sit up, but I pressed her firmly back down.
“Stay just like that.”
Her eyes grew even larger.
“Remember what I talked about before?”
She looked up at me with uneasy eyes as I held her shoulders down.
“Let’s try exposure play.”
She swallowed dryly.
“When the AS technician gets here, pretend you’re still asleep. Just like this, under the blanket.”
Then I told her exactly what she was to do once he arrived.
Given Mijeong’s nature, she would follow whatever I proposed.
She had always been that way.
Even when we were dating, her attitude never changed.
Passive. Easily swept along by the atmosphere around her.
A personality that slowly molded itself to the environment, to the current.
That was why it had taken me six full years to make her understand my own leanings and to persuade her.
Six years of slowly opening up the unusual desires I kept buried deep, of coaxing her to accept them.
For a man with unconventional tastes to convince an ordinary wife, patience was essential.
Compared with other fetishes, this one was far harder—the netorare urge to offer my own wife to another man.
Most people simply cannot understand it.
Confessing that craving itself felt like standing on the edge of a cliff.
Yet my throat burned with thirst for it.
So I had to endure that long, grinding process of persuasion, dyeing my wife little by little.
I had poured six years into it; there were times when the thirst scorched so fiercely that my patience nearly snapped and my throat felt ready to seal shut.
Each time, the gradual changes in Mijeong gave me hope.
I made her think of other men during sex, resurrected her past with her old boyfriend.
Naturally she grew accustomed to posting exposure photos on SNS at my suggestion, and she even consented to releasing sex videos.
The first time she uploaded a photo she wore a worried expression, yet she never made a big show of it.
All she said was to be careful her identity wasn’t revealed.
I knew she hadn’t slept a wink the night those first pictures went up, but I deliberately looked away.
Now she checked the comments herself as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Depending on how the current flowed, she could become either a demure woman or a wanton one.
Ding-dong.
The sweet chime of the doorbell rang through the house—the sound of a six-year longing finally coming true.
It felt like pouring cool spring water down a throat that had been parched for so long.
Just the doorbell alone sent a light ecstasy through me.
Not mere online exposure this time, but the first real-world taste of my wife on display.
