Signs of Change 3
I let out a long sigh. After spending what felt like hours exploring Heaven Net, I finally stopped and closed the browser window. Only then did I notice how stiflingly hot the study had become. A glance at the clock on the wall told me it was already three in the morning. Normally I would have been long asleep, but since it was Sunday, I decided to savor the last bit of weekend freedom.
Netorase...
The words I had just read were still burned vividly into my mind. The tendency to show your girlfriend or wife to another man, even wanting them to have sex with her... and all of it driven purely by the man's own will. That was netorase.
Lately, the emotions I'd felt about everything that had happened seemed eerily similar to the atmosphere this term carried. But I was absolutely certain I had no intention of letting my wife sleep with another man. Well, I couldn't predict the future with any accuracy, but at least right now, that was how I felt.
Looking back at the post I'd read, it said there were many different types of netorare, and the intensity varied wildly from person to person. In other words, netorase also had levels of intensity. By that logic, it seemed I was still at a relatively mild stage of the fetish. I couldn't be entirely sure if I truly had the tendency yet, but judging from everything that had happened and how I'd felt about it, I probably did.
"My way of thinking really has changed from before..."
The old me would have found the strange men's gazes directed at my wife, Yu-jin, extremely unpleasant. I would have been on high alert, wary of them all. But recently...
The young man at the recycling station who had secretly stared at my wife's defenseless backside while she was sorting trash. The countless eyes on her in the city center just yesterday. The restaurant employee who had scanned her body so quickly. Even the substitute driver who had secretly watched her disheveled, drunk form through the rearview mirror and taken photos.
I should have been furious. I should have confronted them. At least, the me from not long ago would have. But now, strangely enough, I felt like I was enjoying their gazes instead.
In the end, I had to admit it. My wife, Yu-jin, was still an incredibly attractive woman. And that included not just her personality, but her sexual appeal—her body as well.
I had always known she was beautiful. Even though we'd gotten married and she was now in her thirties, her looks and figure were still outstanding. If anything, the maturity that came with age had given her an even more sophisticated and sexy aura. In other words, Yu-jin was more ripe and beautiful now than she had been in her twenties.
And that charm of hers was more than enough to draw blatant stares from older men and young guys alike, even though she wasn't trying to.
"And yet, until recently..."
Despite having such an attractive wife, the ridiculous truth was that I'd been in a near-sexless marriage with her. I'd grown used to her. After dating, getting married, and enjoying our newlywed life, I had gradually become desensitized to her charms. Any man seeing her for the first time wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her, but because I saw her every single day, I'd grown numb to her appeal.
Of course, that wasn't her fault. It was entirely mine. I couldn't even use being busy with work as an excuse. Just a few days ago, when she'd worn the sexy lingerie her friend had given her, I'd felt her sexual allure again so strongly that the desire to ravish her had surged inside me.
Maybe what I needed now was new stimulation.
As soon as that thought crossed my mind, another fantasy began to play out in my head.
"What if that young guy at the recycling station had actually spoken to her that day? And what if—even though it's unlikely—he'd asked for her number...?"
I reached down and began slowly stroking my cock. In my imagination, the young man was already asking Yu-jin for her number while shamelessly looking her up and down. She looked flustered by his request, and he was pulling out every trick he could think of to get her contact information.
"Haa..."
My stroking grew faster as my mind switched to another scene.
"The three of us in that cramped car—the substitute driver, me, and my wife... If I had fallen into a deep sleep that night, or if I hadn't been there at all, how far would he have gone...?"
Even with me sitting right there, the driver had kept stealing glances at her through the rearview mirror whenever he could. Of course, it was because Yu-jin had completely captivated him. He'd been savoring the sight of her body with his eyes, and eventually he'd tried to reach back and touch her leg. In the end, he'd lost his nerve and given up on that, but he had still secretly taken photos of her disheveled state with his phone.
"I bet he went home and jerked off to those pictures... If I hadn't been there, he definitely would've put his hands on her, right?"
In the car without me. Seeing my wife passed out drunk, the driver would have cheered silently in triumph. He was in no rush, deliberately driving slowly. His eyes roamed freely over her exposed cleavage, the smooth line of her navel below it, her wide hips, those shapely legs, and her slender ankles. He scanned her body openly, without restraint.
When they were almost at their destination, he deliberately didn't wake her. Instead, he stopped the car for a moment, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned around to admire her at his leisure. Just from the look in his eyes, you could tell instinct and reason were battling inside him.
Finally, as if he'd made up his mind, he reached toward her chest. Yu-jin had a lovely pair of C-cup breasts. His bloodshot eyes hesitated for a long time before he finally cupped one of them gently in his palm. With an expression full of excitement, he savored the feeling for a moment, checking to see if she would wake up. When she didn't react at all, he grinned wickedly and began to knead and grope her breast in earnest.
Even though her bra prevented him from fully feeling the soft, pudding-like texture of her breast, he seemed satisfied enough. He massaged her chest vigorously. The way the knit fabric shifted and clung to her skin as he squeezed only excited him more.
After playing with her breasts for a while, he seemed satisfied and moved his hand lower, slowly kneading the soft flesh around her exposed navel. Yu-jin had never really exercised properly in her life, but thanks to her blessed body, even without abs, her belly wasn't flabby either. It had just the right amount of soft, plump curve that made you want to touch it. It was an erotic spot that practically begged to be fondled.
The driver drank in the sight of her pale belly with his eyes while focusing every bit of his attention on the sensation against his palm. Then he slid his hand even lower. His fingers reached her hip and gently gripped the curve there. She was wearing those tight white pants—back pants—and the sight of them was driving his lust to the absolute limit.
He swallowed hard, then moved his hand to her thigh, pressing into the flesh with his fingers, squeezing and groping everywhere as he enjoyed the firm, toned texture. After spending a long time on her thighs, his hand slowly moved behind her to cup her ass.
At that moment, the driver's eyes flew wide open. As I've said many times before, if you had to pick the sexiest part of Yu-jin's body, it would undoubtedly be her ass. Even without any exercise, it had a perfect lift that made you wonder if she had Western blood somewhere in her ancestry. It was incredibly soft yet elastic. You could tell just by looking how full and heavy it was. And now, that same ass was being directly fondled by the driver's hand.
His eyes had already lost focus. Like a man gone mad, he kneaded her ass roughly, squeezing and groping with abandon. His gaze was filled with pure ecstasy. You could tell nothing but raw instinct remained. He crushed her ass between his fingers again and again, then moved his hand forward to the zipper of her pants.
Breathing heavily, he undid the button and slowly pulled down the zipper. Once it was open far enough, her panties came into view—plain white cotton with no pattern. The moment he saw them, the driver froze, his breath catching. His hand trembled as he reached out and touched the fabric.
At first he simply ran his fingers over the soft white material, savoring the texture. Then he slowly moved lower, sliding his finger along the cleft of her pussy. He traced the line several times with his middle finger before bringing his index and middle fingers together and rubbing her pussy more deliberately over the panties.
"Mmm... ah..."
The sound of her moan made the driver flinch. He held his breath and went completely still. But when Yu-jin showed no sign of waking, a sleazy smile spread across his face and he continued his assault.
Even though he was only rubbing her over her panties, he could feel them gradually growing wet from his persistent fingering. That silent victory made him bolder. He slipped his fingers inside her panties and began touching her bare pussy.
The feel of her soft skin and the slick heat of her folds made his own pants strain painfully. Closing his eyes, he focused on the sensation of her skin and finally pushed his finger between her wet lips, fingering her in earnest.
Squelch... squelch...
The lewd, wet sounds of her pussy grew louder with every thrust of his fingers, filling the driver's ears with obscene pleasure. After fingering her for a while, he pulled his hand out. His fingers were soaked with her juices. With a dazed expression, he stared at them for a moment before bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.
Once he'd licked every drop of her nectar from his fingers, he seemed to reach a decision. He opened the driver's side door, got out, and opened the rear door. Climbing into the back seat, he slowly looked over Yu-jin's disheveled body.
Her C-cup breasts spilling out from under the rumpled short-sleeved knit top. The soft belly and cute navel below them. The white panties, now visibly damp with her arousal, exposed by the open zipper...
With bloodshot eyes, he scanned her entire body for a long time before finally reaching for his own zipper. He pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing a rock-hard, dark red cock. A nasty grin spread across his face as he grabbed his shaft and slowly moved it toward her face.
At that exact moment...
"Ugh..."
The moment I imagined that scene, thick ropes of cum erupted from my cock at high speed. I didn't even have time to grab a tissue to catch it. I just kept spurting, completely lost in the fantasy.
"Haa... haa..."
I panted heavily, savoring the lingering pleasure of my orgasm. It was easily the largest load I'd ever produced during a masturbation session.
"Haa... I must be losing my mind."
Even as the afterglow of pleasure washed over me, a wave of self-loathing crashed down at the realization that I'd used my beloved wife as the main dish in such a vile, degrading fantasy. As her husband, instead of protecting her, I'd turned her into an object of abuse in my mind.
"Ha... I really did something terrible to Yu-jin. Get a grip, Lee Gyu-min..."
Scolding myself, I belatedly began cleaning up the mess from my masturbation. Once I was done, I looked at the door to the study. It was still firmly closed, just as I'd left it.
"It's been ages since I jerked off after getting married... I'm starting to feel tired. Time to go to sleep."
Thinking about how I'd spend the rest of my Sunday, I turned off the light, left the study, and slipped into the master bedroom where my wife was sleeping. I lay down beside her and quickly fell asleep.