The Technician's Gaze: My Wife's First Exposure Play
“Hello, sir.”
“Come on in.”
“I’ll just step inside, then.”
The AS repair technician looked to be in his early thirties. His eyes were a little sharp, but the neatly cropped short hair and the face that went with it left a good impression.
“Thanks for moving the time up. Without that I would’ve wasted half the day running around on the roads.”
Comfortable jeans, a checked shirt, a blue service vest over the top, and a Boston-bag style tool kit slung from one shoulder. An ordinary AS repair technician. If anything, he seemed the perfect audience for what I had planned with my wife’s exposure.
“That way’s the bathroom, right?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll take a look first.”
I opened the door for him as he headed for the bathroom. Just before he stepped inside, his gaze flicked past me toward the master bedroom. Through the open doorway, the bed. On it, my wife lying under a blanket.
“Is someone…?”
“Ah… my wife’s sleeping.”
“Oh, I’ll keep it as quiet as I can.”
Once the technician disappeared into the bathroom, I came back out to the living room, sat on the sofa, and switched on the TV. The news was on. The anchor’s voice diagnosing the economy and rattling off crime reports never really registered. Every sense I had was locked on the man who had just gone into the bathroom.
Clinks and the whir of a power driver drifted out. Then a stretch of quiet. A moment later the technician reappeared in the living room.
“Sir, looks like I can fix it right away.”
“That’s a relief.”
“I’ll grab the parts from the van in the parking lot.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
The second he stepped out the front door I went straight to my wife.
“How is it?”
“......”
Mijeong said nothing.
“Let’s make it look like you kicked the covers off in your sleep.”
“...Okay.”
I had her lie on her side. I rolled the blanket and tucked it between her thighs. Mijeong lay there as if she were sleeping on her side, one leg stretched long, the other resting on the rolled-up blanket. The pose left her T-back panties fully visible, along with the curve of her ass and the soft mound of her pussy.
I walked to the bathroom doorway and checked the angle. Still not quite right. I went back and told her to twist her upper body a little more. From the bathroom entrance I could now see both her pussy and one full breast. The moment the technician turned his head, he would have no choice but to see her.
“Stay like that and pretend you’re asleep.”
“.....”
Still no answer. I stepped closer, gently tugged the T-back aside, and rubbed my index finger along the slit of her pussy. Her body jerked; her breasts swayed. Even that brief touch left her folds already slick.
“Just think of it as showing a photo on SNS.”
“Mm… okay.”
“You remember what to do later?”
“Um… mm… yes.”
She answered with a faint moan.
Ding-dong.
The technician was back. I wiped the finger that was wet with her juices on the blanket and went to the door.
“Yes?”
“Sir, the repair should take about twenty minutes.”
“Alright, take your time.”
I sat back on the sofa and faced the TV. The technician walked toward the bathroom. I watched every single step out of the corner of my eye. My heart was hammering. I was dying to see how he would react the moment he saw my wife’s naked body.
One step.
Another.
He paused in front of the bathroom and glanced toward the bedroom, then froze. His head swung toward me. I pretended not to notice, remote in hand, flipping channels.
“Day off for the first time in ages and there’s nothing on.”
I crossed one leg over the other and idly bounced my foot, the picture of a man who couldn’t care less about the technician.
Seeing my indifference, he looked back toward the bedroom.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The time his eyes stayed on her felt like an eternity to me. Just the knowledge that another man’s gaze was roaming over Mijeong’s body was enough to get me hard.
He pulled his eyes away and went into the bathroom. Only the clatter of tools and the whir of the driver came out after that. Every so often he stepped out to grab something from the kit he had left by the door, and each time his eyes slid sideways into the bedroom. I kept my face pointed at the television, but every nerve was fixed on him. Still, beyond those few stolen glances, he stayed focused on the job. Having me sitting right there in the living room made it impossible for him to stare openly. My excitement started to cool.
A little later he called me.
“Sir, the repair’s finished.”
My heart kicked into overdrive again. That line was the signal we had planned.
“Ah… right.”
I rose from the sofa and walked toward the bathroom. The technician’s face flickered with panic; then he glanced quickly into the bedroom and his expression eased with relief. I had told Mijeong that when he announced the job was done she was to cover herself with the blanket for a moment.
I stopped in front of the bathroom and let my eyes flick once into the bedroom.
“The wife’s still dead to the world. Figures—she’s decided she’s on vacation and can’t be bothered to get up.”
The technician gave a good-natured laugh. I deliberately turned my back to the bedroom door so I was facing him. He launched into a detailed explanation of what he had fixed and what the original problem had been. Minutes passed and still I heard none of the sounds we had agreed on. Mijeong was hesitating. I would have to stall longer.
“Could I get one of your cards?”
He handed it over.
Jin Junho
“Oh? You’re a Jin. Which character do you use?”
“The same Jin as…”
“Do you know your clan origin?”
“It’s…”
“Same as mine.”
There was a flicker of genuine pleasure at meeting a relative, but I was more curious about his age.
“So how old are you…?”
“Thirty-one this year.”
“Then I’m quite a bit older. Good to meet you, little brother Junho.”
“Good to meet a senior from the clan as well.”
“So are you the regular AS guy for this neighborhood, Junho?”
“I got lucky—they assigned me the district near home.”
Even after all that stalling, my wife still hadn’t done what I told her. I raised my voice on purpose, putting pressure on her.
“That wife of mine never listens. Stayed up half the night and now she can’t even get out of bed.”
Behind me came the soft rasp of a blanket being pulled aside. Junho’s expression went rigid. Finally Mijeong had done it. I didn’t need to turn around; I could see the whole scene in my mind.
His gaze slid past my shoulder. His eyelids lowered a fraction; his pupils dilated. His Adam’s apple bobbed slowly as he swallowed.
I had told her that while I was talking with the technician she was to pretend to be asleep and kick the covers off, showing him her ass and breasts.
Junho’s shoulders stiffened. His eyes locked on whatever was behind me. I kept my back to the bedroom door and looked straight into his face. Again the rustle of fabric. The soft friction of Mijeong’s legs shifting on the sheets. The whisper of cloth sliding over bare skin. The faint crumple of the sheet edge catching on her ankle. The light scrape of her toes across the surface.
Every bit of Junho’s attention—every sense—was fixed on my wife, not on me.
“Junho, doesn’t your company handle water purifiers too?”
“Ah… yes… we do water purifiers as well. Were you thinking of getting one?”
His reply came a full second late. Reluctantly he tore his eyes away, fumbled with his phone, and showed me the models they sold. I took the phone and pretended to study the pictures carefully. Immediately his gaze slid back over my shoulder.
“They’re making them pretty compact these days.”
“Yeah… installation’s quick and they’re small enough that they don’t take over the kitchen.”
He kept explaining, but he never fully pulled his eyes off my wife.
Scratch, scratch.
A small sound from behind me. The next stage of the mission. I had told her to scratch her ass or her breast as if she were doing it in her sleep. I burned with curiosity about exactly where she was scratching. It took every ounce of willpower not to turn my head. Instead I redirected that curiosity onto Junho.
I glanced at him. He was fighting the same battle I was. Eyes wide, mouth slightly open, throat working as he swallowed.
I would check both my wife’s body and the look on his face later through the home cam.
“Junho, you wouldn’t have a catalog or anything, would you?”
At the sound of his name he jumped and snapped his eyes back to me.
“I want to talk it over with my wife once she wakes up.”
He squatted by the tool bag in front of the bathroom and rummaged. When he handed me the catalog, his eyes flicked once more toward the bedroom for a split second.
It was time to end the game.
“If I buy a water purifier through you, do I get a discount?”
“Of course. And if you look here—air purifiers, robot vacuums—if you bundle them you can get an even better price.”
“Having a clan little brother around is going to save me some money. I’ll talk it over with the wife and call the number on the card, right?”
“Absolutely. I’ve got another service call after this, so I should get moving.”