Wife's Twenties (7): For My Sake
We settled into the farthest corner booth of the hof. My wife’s face had been flushed bright red ever since we arrived. I assumed it was because of the molester on the subway. That made sense… after what she had gone through…
Once the beer and snacks arrived, she glanced around nervously and slid over to sit right beside me. I was a little startled, but having my beautiful girlfriend—though we were only dating at the time—pressed close against me felt wonderful.
We talked, joked, and eventually our fingers laced together. I’m not sure who reached out first. As we held hands and kept talking, I felt myself growing aroused. Her lewd, sexy face was inches from mine; I could feel every warm breath. The more she spoke, the closer she leaned. The hand gripping mine tightened.
The subway. Even when that pervert had groped her, she had squeezed my hand the same way. When another man had lifted her panties and touched her pussy—the very place I had never even stroked over her clothes—her fingers had clenched around mine. And now… she was doing it again.
The memory flashed through my mind: my wife’s large breasts being kneaded by a stranger right in front of me, her mouth hanging open, body trembling as her pussy was rubbed roughly.
“Hup!” Before I knew it, I had pressed my face into hers and kissed her. It was my first kiss.
It lasted maybe two seconds before I pulled back.
“Sorry…” I hung my head like a criminal.
She seemed to lower her head too. When I glanced over, she was smiling faintly. That small smile… it was the sign she liked it.
I leaned in again. This time she lifted her face to meet me.
“Mmm…” Our lips met. Hers moved softly against mine. It felt incredible. Of course she was better at this—she had dated boys in school and done plenty of it. I tried to match the way her lips worked.
“Chu… chup…”
Soon her soft, wet tongue brushed my lips.
“……!” The sensation was entirely new, completely different. That moist, plush tongue slid across my lips and slipped inside my mouth. I timidly extended my own. Hers coiled around it, swirling.
“Chu… mmm… chup… chup…”
The sweetness of our first real kiss. We stayed locked together for nearly two minutes. Even now I have never forgotten the exact texture of her lips and tongue that day.
“Ayy, what a pretty picture!”
“Kids these days are so bold.”
“…!!!”
Sudden male voices came from right beside us. We jerked apart and sat up straight. Two middle-aged men, clearly tipsy, had been heading to the restroom and spotted us through the partition.
While we both sat there blushing with our heads down, the men showed no intention of leaving.
“What, it’s over already? Keep going. Do it some more, huh?” One of them plopped down in front of us.
The other laughed. “Go piss first, will you? My dick feels like it’s about to explode.”
“Explode? Heh heh… Pretty sure it’s the student’s dick that’s about to explode after frenching a girlfriend that pretty.”
At those words the second man sat down too.
“Really? Is she that cute? Let’s have a look. Pretty lady.” He stared openly. “Wow, she could be an actress.”
They openly appraised my wife’s appearance, then continued, “But students shouldn’t be making out in a place like this. Should I call your school?”
We hadn’t done anything wrong, yet it was our first kiss and their threatening tone left us both intimidated and shrinking in our seats.
“We’re sorry…” I muttered.
“Yeah? You should be. That kind of behavior is unacceptable.”
“Unacceptable? What’s unacceptable about it? When you’re dating you kiss, and then you fuck. That’s how it goes.”
“Right? Heh heh heh…”
Even while laughing and joking with each other, their eyes kept darting between my wife’s lowered face and her breasts.
“Let’s go, let’s go. My dick’s about to burst.”
“Yeah, let’s go. I need to piss so bad my dick might explode—but looking at those tits might make it explode first.”
As they stood, one of them openly groped the front of his pants right in front of my wife before they headed to the restroom.
Even after they left we sat in silence for a while. I wanted to kiss her again, but I no longer had the courage. Finally she spoke.
“Should we… leave…?”
We had only been inside ten minutes.
“Yeah…” I stood up to go, but collided with one of the men returning from the bathroom.
“Oof…!”
I’m still not sure who actually ran into whom. It didn’t matter.
The man I bumped staggered sideways and collapsed, whether from alcohol or on purpose.
“Hey now… You okay? This student is dangerous!” The other man rushed over, helped his friend up, and shouted at me.
My mind went completely blank. I couldn’t speak; I just stood there with a miserable expression.
“This kid knocks a man down, injures him, and doesn’t even apologize!”
“Ah… I’m sorry…” My voice was barely audible as I bowed, but their loud voices drowned me out.
My wife stood. She bowed deeply at a perfect ninety degrees.
“We’re sorry. We’re so sorry.”
She moved toward the fallen man, took his arm, and leaned close.
“Are you all right?”
I saw the other man eyeing her short skirt with a strange expression. The man on the floor stared fixedly at her beautiful face now inches from his own.
“It hurts so much I could die.”
At his words the second man pressed himself against her back and reached past her to help his friend. Suddenly my wife was trapped between the two of them.
“You okay? Maybe we should go to the hospital?”
“Hmm… Let’s sit down first and see…”
They began moving slowly back toward their own table. My wife, unsure what else to do, kept holding the injured man’s arm and followed. The other man stayed glued to her back.
I… I simply stood there. I had no idea what I was supposed to do.
She ended up sitting down with them at their table. The partitions between booths meant I couldn’t see them anymore. I knew I should go apologize, but I was scared of those men. I was afraid they would yell at me. Since my wife had gone to apologize… it would be fine, right?
“Aigo, it hurts so bad I could die… Miss, take a look here…” The man unbuckled his belt and yanked his pants down to his knees.
My wife squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away. The men found her reaction hilarious and snickered at each other.
“Whoa… She’s gone all red. Must be seriously hurt. Definitely need the hospital.”
“Yeah… Hospital bills are going to be expensive.”
They grinned at each other while talking.
“Come on, take a look. It hurts like hell. Or should we call that student over? Police station first, then the hospital.”
Our family was fairly well-off, but my wife’s was not. Money issues always made her shrink faster than anything. The moment they mentioned hospital costs, she looked stricken.
She turned her head back toward the man. She could see his bare thigh. Turning a little farther, she saw his underwear… and the way it was tented obscenely in the center.
He grabbed her hand and pulled it toward his crotch.
“Feel it. See how much it hurts.”
She tensed her arm, trying desperately not to touch him. The man across from them chuckled and poured soju into both glasses.
“Be a good girl and rub it for him. Who knows? If you do it well enough, maybe he won’t need the hospital.”
At those words the strength in her arm faltered slightly. In the sudden shift of their little struggle, both arms swung toward where he was pulling. Her hand landed directly on the hard bulge in his underwear.
“Whoa… like this, like this…”
Shocked, she tried to yank her hand away, but it was already too late.
The men had read both of us perfectly. They knew these two frightened kids could be toyed with however they liked.
He pressed her palm firmly against his cock and covered her hand with his own, slowly guiding her to stroke him.
“Ah… aing…”
She tried to pull free, but it was hopeless.
“Heh heh, stop bothering the young lady and have a drink. If she keeps rubbing you that gently it’ll feel better in no time.”
The man picked up his soju glass with one hand and looked at her. Then, in a low, threatening voice, he said,
“If that hand leaves, it’s straight to the police station and the hospital.”
He lifted his own hand away. But hers remained resting on his cock.
The two men clinked their glasses and laughed.
“Krr… Alcohol tastes great. Miss, you have a glass too.”
He refilled the glass he had just emptied and held it out to her. One of her hands was still on the man’s cock—technically on top of his underwear—while the other shakily accepted the drink. Her face crumpled like she was about to cry.
“Hey… You’re ruining the taste of the liquor… Fuck… Seriously…”
When he growled at her, tears spilled from her eyes. The man across from them just kept giggling.
“Drink it fast before I get really mad.”
“…Yes…”
She swallowed the bitter soju.
“Kuh!! Kehuk!!”
The hand that had been on the man’s crotch flew up to cover her mouth as she stomped her feet.
Smiling, he picked up a snack with his fingers and pushed it into her mouth. When she opened up to accept it, he slid his index finger in along with the food.
While chewing the snack to kill the burn of the alcohol, she carefully maneuvered her tongue and teeth so she wouldn’t bite his finger.
“Aigo… She sucks so well… That boyfriend of hers is lucky. This girl knows how to suck… Aigo, aigo…”
The man across joined in.
“She sucks that well? Fuck, how would you know from just a finger? You have to let her suck your cock to find out for real.”
“Heh heh, true. But wait—” The man’s tone suddenly changed again. “Why is that hand gone? You fucking—!”
At his threatening bark, her hand flew back toward his crotch. He grabbed her wrist and pressed her palm directly against his bare cock.
She turned her head away, staring at the wall. The moment her fingers made contact with naked flesh, her eyes flew wide in shock. This time there was no underwear between her hand and his throbbing erection. The strange, hot, pulsing texture made her eyes bulge.