My Wife's Past (1): The Wife Stripped by the Delinquents
My wife, Yun Chaehui. At 168cm tall with a sexy, seductive face, breasts that looked ready to burst, a narrow waist, and a large, shapely bottom. She loved wearing clothes that showed off her figure—short skirts, skinny jeans, anything that clung to her curves. To anyone looking at her, she seemed like the type who'd had her share of wild nights.
But my wife was gentle and timid by nature, the model student. She never once stepped out of line. She had close friends, but she kept her distance from the rowdy crowd. Still, the delinquents in her neighborhood had their eyes on her. The boys wanted to get close to her, while the girls resented how much sexier she was than them.
Yet the delinquents soon realized she wasn't like them at all. After failing to pull her into their group, they switched tactics—teasing and tormenting her instead.
"Hey, Yun Chaehui. Come here."
One of the delinquent boys called out to her as she walked by. He made her stand watch while they smoked. Obedient as always, my wife did as she was told. She kept her head down, watching for anyone coming.
"Damn, doesn't her ass look fucking killer?" one of them said, staring at her backside in her tracksuit.
"How the hell can you tell what her ass looks like through tracksuit pants, you idiot?"
"Heh heh... shit, you're right."
One of them stubbed out his cigarette on the ground and walked up behind her. He grinned at the others, then grabbed the waistband of her tracksuit and yanked it down in one swift motion.
"Kyaaak!!!"
My wife stood there with her pants pulled down. No—more precisely, both her pants and her panties had come down together. The boy who'd done it hadn't meant to strip her completely, but when he grabbed her tracksuit bottoms, he'd caught the thin fabric of her panties underneath as well.
"Whoa! Holy shit!"
The boys erupted in chaos at the sudden sight of my wife's plump, round ass. She collapsed right there on the spot, unable to even pull her pants back up as she burst into tears.
The boy who'd yanked them down gave her exposed bottom a few light pats. "Sorry about that. I was just messing around... Hurry and put them back on," he said, staring at her squatting figure.
As my wife stood up and quickly pulled her panties and pants back into place, the boys behind her got another full view of her sexy rear—watching the fabric slide up over that perfect ass. And the one who'd stripped her had already moved around to her front, openly admiring the dark patch of her pubic hair.
My wife, tears streaming down her face, yanked her pants up while staring at his sleazy grin. No one had ever seen that part of her before. Those large, luscious buttocks and the most private, shameful place on a woman's body... all exposed to the neighborhood delinquents.
Of course, they hadn't seen inside her. But for a woman like her, it was humiliating enough.
After that, the delinquents continued to tease and harass her. Rumor had it that everyone in the neighborhood had seen her panties at least once. Whenever she walked by, they'd flip up her skirt with their hands or a 30cm ruler.
"Ice cream special!"
"Kyaaak!!"
"Oh! Yun Chaehui's wearing pink today!"
"Whoa, Yun Chaehui's wearing something super slutty today?"
"Hey, fuck, Chaehui. Wear a thong tomorrow and give us a real treat, huh?"
They'd lift her skirt right there in public. But my wife was so submissive that she never once fought back. She would simply walk past with a tearful face, hands desperately trying to hold her skirt down.
At first, the friends who walked with her would scold the boys and try to protect her. But after it happened so many times, they eventually just sighed and moved on, thinking, There they go again.
As time passed and my wife grew older, the older delinquents finally stopped bothering her. But among her neighborhood friends, there was one boy who lusted after her more than anyone else. Of course, who wouldn't want a woman as sexy as my wife? It was mostly because of him that no one else dared make a move on her.
His name was Choi Donggu. He was tall and had the rough, intimidating face of a back-alley thug. He was built like a tank, and rumors were already swirling that he'd be scouted by one of the local gangster crews.
While the older boys had claimed her as their target, he'd simply watched from afar. But once he became one of the top dogs in the area, he started approaching her more aggressively.
"Hey, Yun Chaehui. Come here and teach me this."
"......"
My wife stood up from her seat and walked over to him. Choi Donggu remained seated and beckoned her closer. She leaned over his desk, pointing at the problem with her finger as she explained.
"First you do this... like this..."
"Here, hold my pencil and show me properly."
He grabbed her hand, placed his pencil in it, then covered her hand with his own. He leaned in close, bringing his face right beside hers as she bent over.
"Fuck, Chaehui, what kind of perfume do you wear? It smells completely different from those other bitches. Is it because you're pure or something?" He chuckled under his breath.
My wife's face turned bright red, but she kept focusing on the problem. Then Choi Donggu called out, "Hey, all you dumbasses, get over here. Learn something from Yun Chaehui. She's gonna teach you."
"For real? Shit, me too!"
Five or six boys swarmed around them. One pressed against each side of her, while two more stood behind, rubbing their bodies against her shoulders and back as they leaned in.
My wife, Yun Chaehui, was bent over Choi Donggu's desk. One hand braced on the table, the other trapped in his grip around the pencil. Rough boys ground against her from both sides and from behind.
While she was desperately trying to focus on explaining the problem to him, one of the boys slipped his phone under her skirt and snapped photos between her legs. After checking the screen with a satisfied smirk, he switched to video mode.
That was the moment the white floral panties my wife had worn that day began circulating among the boys.
Completely unaware of what was happening behind her, my wife continued giving Choi Donggu her best effort. That's just the kind of woman she was—self-sacrificing and devoted. She would endure discomfort for the sake of her friends.
Then her face stiffened slightly. She bit her lower lip. The boy filming under her skirt had grown bolder and lifted the hem just a little higher. At his signal, the boys on either side—who had been rubbing against her shoulders and waist—grabbed the raised edge of her skirt with their hands.
The one with the phone slowly raised it from behind, capturing the sexy view of my wife's backside on video.
"Hey, fuck, lift it a bit more."
Her slender thighs were revealed. As the skirt rose higher, her white panties finally came into view in all their embarrassing glory. That was when my wife felt it—the cool rush of air against her exposed skin.
She bit her lip and stayed silent for a long moment. Should she say something? Wouldn't it embarrass her friends if she did?
Choi Donggu noticed. He worried that if he let it continue, she'd get too ashamed and run away.
"Hey, you assholes, back off. You're making our Chaehui uncomfortable," he said, then suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto his lap.
"Oh my!"
My wife couldn't resist at all. She dropped heavily onto Choi Donggu's knee—no, right onto his hard cock. She felt the stiff, massive rod pressing against her ass. Shocked, she tried to stand, but he held her down firmly with one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder.
He pressed his upper body against her back, breathing hotly into her ear. "Hey, I told them to leave you alone, so keep teaching me. It's more comfortable sitting like this, right?"
"..............."
My wife looked like she was about to cry. But with all the other kids around, she had no choice but to sit on this boy's lap, feeling his throbbing erection against her ass, and answer his questions.
"Whoa, shit. You guys are way too perverted. Choi Donggu's probably hard as fuck right now."
"Are you two dating now? If not, why's she sitting on him like that?"
At the boys' teasing, my wife's ears burned crimson. But she kept her head down, still clutching the pencil, and continued her explanation.
"Hey, fuck! Yun Chaehui is mine starting today, so if any of you touch her, you're dead!" Choi Donggu suddenly shouted, then leaned in again, brushing his lips against her earlobe and making her flinch.
His hands were now wrapped around both sides of her waist. As he moved his arms, they brushed against the underside of her F-cup breasts. In a voice low enough that the others couldn't hear, he whispered to her, "Hey, Yun Chaehui. Your tits are fucking huge. What size bra do you wear?"
My wife simply focused on finishing her explanation.
"There... that's it... Does that make sense now...?"
"Huh? Oh... yeah! Fuck, it makes perfect sense! I'm a genius now, shit!"
As he made a big fuss, Choi Donggu kept his arms around her waist and said, "Yun Chaehui, thanks a ton. I'll treat everyone after school, so come with me. Okay?"
"Ah... I... I'm fine..."
My wife tried to stand, but he tightened his grip on her waist. "Hey, come on. A friend wants to thank you. Let's go together, yeah?"
"..............."
With her face flushed bright red, my wife nodded. That's the kind of woman she was. She could never refuse someone's request.
That day, my wife had her first kiss stolen by Choi Donggu.