My Beloved Wife (1)
“Seung-yeon, I’m home.”
I had finally made it through the scorching heat and the crush of people to finish another day of work. Waiting for me was my cozy, warm house—the house that held me and the woman I loved.
I, Kim Jin-woo, had somehow already turned thirty-five. I was the head of a household and a section chief at a mid-sized company. Like everyone else, I had spent my twenties drifting from place to place, swollen with dreams of success, only to slam into the wall of reality. Before long I had become just another ordinary citizen, barely managing the duties assigned to me.
“Honey, you’re back?”
She appeared from the kitchen, still wearing her apron. Her face was fair and refined, her wavy brown hair pulled into a ponytail. She looked at me and smiled softly.
The woman I loved. My wife. Seung-yeon.
“You must be exhausted.”
Her large eyes rested on me. Anyone could see she had a pure, demure face, and her heart was just as warm and kind. The fact that she had chosen someone as unremarkable as me—despite the considerable age gap between us—proved it.
From the moment we first met I had fallen for her. We were introduced through a company acquaintance. Back then my wife still worked, and the person who set us up was her superior and one of my friends, Jung-ho.
Jung-ho was a friend from university. He told me there was a really sweet young woman at his company and that he wanted to introduce us. Fresh out of a long relationship and single again, I had no reason to refuse.
“Seung-yeon, what are your hobbies?”
“I don’t really have any particular hobbies…”
From that very first blind date we fell for each other quickly. Her appearance and manner were modest without being shabby, understated yet luminous; my heart raced just looking at her.
I still remember the black dress she wore that first meeting. It hugged her slender waist and flared hips, showing off her smooth figure. Thin black stockings and heels completed the look, and passing men kept stealing glances.
“Doesn’t the age difference bother you?”
“Does age really matter? It’s the person that counts.”
Even when I asked a question that should have made her uncomfortable, she simply smiled and looked at me. The impression stayed with me.
In truth her looks were so pure and refined that any man would want to try his luck with her at least once. She stood around five-four, her skin so white it was almost translucent. When she got excited a bright flush would rise across it—visually stimulating enough that whenever she wore anything revealing, eyes naturally followed.
“I don’t have much money saved up…”
“Neither do I. Money comes and goes, doesn’t it? I think the person is what matters. If he’s sincere… isn’t that enough? Hehe.”
Even when I shyly laid out my financial situation, her reaction was different from other women. For a man, the early thirties are an age when a great deal has already been decided socially—job, education, looks, family background, even personality. Thirty years may feel short, but society’s judgment never makes allowances.
I was a newly minted assistant manager in my early thirties. All I owned was a tiny one-room lease and a compact car.
“You’re telling me such personal things—does that mean you like me?”
“Ah… yes. Of course… Seung-yeon, you’re so beautiful.”
Unlike me, she was bold. While I trembled and could barely speak in front of her, she was the one who closed the distance first.
“Will you go out with me?”
It was after our third date, as I was walking her home. We had shared a glass of wine that night and the atmosphere between us was already heated. Just as she was about to open her door after my escort, she spoke.
“What?”
“I asked if you’ll go out with me.”
“I… well…”
“You don’t want to?”
“No! I do!”
“Then hurry up and confess.”
“Huh…?”
“Come on. I’m telling you the timing because the suspense is killing me.”
She threw me into confusion and then smiled. She seemed to find my flustered, shy self rather cute; she enjoyed making me squirm.
“Then… will you go out with me?”
“Hmm……”
I waited for the answer that would come from between her red lips. I can say without exaggeration that no moment in my life has ever been more tense.
“Hmm…… okay…!”
She too looked embarrassed, a flush rising on her pale face. That reddened face was so lovely I could hardly stand it.
Still in that pose, I slowly laid my lips over hers. The warm breath that passed between her lips entered mine and spread through my entire body.
“Mmph…”
After a long kiss, we became passionate lovers.
No matter how hellish and exhausting company life became, as long as she was waiting at home I could endure it.
“You go wash up first. I’ll set the table.”
One warm word from her, one dinner she prepared, and the weight of responsibility knotted in my shoulders felt light as a feather.
I had to provide for her no matter what. No—I had to make her even happier.
Watching her back as she set the table, I made that vow once again.
But nothing ever flows only toward happiness. Even I, who had built such a happy home, carried one secret worry I could never speak of.
Her back as she prepared the meal stirred me. Under the tight white tank top and short shorts, her slender waist and full hips teased me.
“Aing… what are you doing…”
I stepped behind her and slowly stroked the line of her waist. The smooth curve of it rested perfectly against my palm.
“Aung… go wash up… the food will get cold…”
Her body flinched; a heated breath and a nasal, coaxing tone slipped from her lips.
I ran my hand over the shape of her, blowing hot breath into her ear.
She was my wife, yet Seung-yeon’s figure was still excellent. Even past the three-year mark of marriage, on days she stepped out in street clothes no one would have guessed she was a married woman.
She had full B-cup breasts, but the real masterpiece was the way her hips flared from her waist. Of all her parts, the one I loved most was her pale, generous ass. Stripped bare, it was flawless and curved like porcelain shaped by a master craftsman.
She knew her own strengths well; in her single days she often wore short skirts that showed off those hips. Men’s eyes would lock onto the full curves and the smooth line of her legs.
“Haung… honey…”
“Hoo… just stay still…”
I untied her apron and slid my hand inside the tank top. The moment my rough palm touched her, her body twitched.
“Heung……”
Standing behind her, I slowly worked my hand into her breasts and began to knead them.
It was summer and we were home; unless someone was coming over she never wore a bra. Her stiffly risen nipples pressed between my fingers.
“Ha-eung…”
Her nipples were her erogenous zone. When I rolled those stiff pink buds between my fingers, her body never failed to heat up.
I loved watching her get aroused. Despite her refined, pure looks, she thoroughly enjoyed sex. In the blazing days of our courtship, the moment our eyes met we would confirm our love with our bodies.
Physically we were a good match—what people call sexual chemistry. Looking at that well-proportioned body of hers was enough to make my cock stand straight up.
Any man… would salivate at the sight of her figure.
Probably every man who had passed through her bed had thought the same about their chemistry with her.
“Haung… honey… just a little later…”
“No… it has to be now…”
I slowly led her into the bedroom. Her mouth was refusing, but her already flushed body followed me inside.
“Ha-uk……”
I laid her on the bed and slowly explored her. The bright flush on her white skin only made her more eye-catching.
I peeled the tank top upward. As the fabric slid off, her firm breasts spilled forward as if tumbling free.
“Haung… it’s embarrassing…”
She covered her breasts with her hands as if shy. But those full B-cup mounds could not be hidden by her small hands.
“Ha-uk……”
I buried my face between them and breathed in her scent. Whatever she had done all day, a faint, erotic tang of sweat clung to her skin.
I loved the pure body odor that rose from her. She never wore perfume, and that subtle pheromone scent teased my nose.
“Heup… honey…”
Her pink areolas stood out, nipples pointing straight at the ceiling. I naturally stuck out my tongue and began licking slowly from the areola outward. When I circled clockwise around the areola, her waist arched like a bow.
“Ha-uk… honey… I’m… getting wet…”
Her firm thighs wrapped around my waist of their own accord. Hot breath was already spilling from between her red lips.
It had been a long time since we last made love.
“Ha-uk…! Honey…”
My tongue worked her areola harder, sucking the nipple deep. When I rolled the hardened bud with my tongue she grabbed fistfuls of my hair.
“Take them off…”
The command came with her eyes closed. Still aroused, she unwrapped her thighs from my waist and waited like a gentle puppy for me to undress her.
“Heup……”
I pulled the tight shorts down over her curved ass. They snagged on the generous flesh; I forced them down with effort.
“Ha-uk…!”
Her black mesh panties came with them. She hurriedly grabbed at the waistband, trying to stop the descent.
But my hands only gripped harder, dragging the panties down as well.
“Haung… honey… it’s so embarrassing…”
My fingers brushed the center of the panties and came away slick with her sticky juices.
“Are you turned on?”
“Haung… yeah… I’m turned on…”
“Did you wait for me?”
“Mm… I waited a long time… put it in already…”
A thin trickle of clear fluid was already seeping from her lightly furred pussy.
“Put it in already…”
I slowly lowered my own underwear and took hold of my cock.
“……Fuck.”
The curse burst from my mouth.
“Honey… what’s wrong?”
“This is bullshit…”
“Why…?”
“It’s not reacting at all…”
Her pink folds fluttered, waiting for me, but contrary to her wishes my cock showed no response whatsoever.
The flushed, excited expression on her face darkened in an instant.