The Collapsing Wife (2)
Even as the doorknob slowly turned, my heart could not find its bearings.
Did I really have to open this door and confirm everything with my own eyes....
The sound of a woman's breathing from inside the room seemed to be telling me never to open this door.
My head was screaming not to open it, but my hand was already moving on instinct.
I have to see it with my own eyes......
Srrrk....
As the doorknob slowly turned, a burning thirst rose in my throat.
“Hoo.....”
Five centimeters....
Was it about five centimeters? The scene visible through the crack just wide enough for a single finger was utterly shocking.
I wanted to collapse right there on the spot. What filled my vision was Trainer Jang-woo's massive back muscles.
His copper-tanned back had muscles bulging as if enraged.
“Ha-eung....”
It felt as though the hot air inside the room suddenly washed over my face. The diffuser scent I had first noticed when opening his bedroom door earlier stimulated my nostrils.
Beneath his body—tensing and flaunting those angry muscles—a woman lay.
She was my beloved wife, Seung-yeon.
“Haa.... Heup....”
She was lying face down on the bed, exhaling hot breaths, pinned beneath the massive trainer.
Is this how she falls? Was she such a weak woman that she would collapse like this?
The Seung-yeon I knew was soft yet firm, simple yet full of big dreams. It was true that her radiant appearance had stolen my heart, but her character was equally excellent.
The fact that she had spent a long, happy married life with the worthless me was surely thanks to her patience and endurance.
“Hoo.....”
But for her to fall so easily. I could not bring myself to believe this situation.
Through the crack, the trainer was wearing only a tank top. Every time he made a move on my wife below him, his muscles rippled and undulated.
That son of a bitch.....
I wanted to grab a knife from the kitchen right now and plunge it into his back. Kill the one who had stolen my beloved wife, and then leave this world myself.
That was how precious my wife was to me.
This bastard's dick..... Because of this bastard's erectile dysfunction.....
Thinking that the cause of my fallen wife was my own limp cock made me lament even that.
Should I just... kill them all....
A terrifying thought flashed through my mind. I felt so pathetic for getting a little excited watching her being violated by another's gaze.
Seeing her pinned under another man like this, I was keenly feeling how terrifying my curiosity was.
“Does it feel good...?”
The trainer's soft voice echoed in the room.
Since only the trainer's back was visible in my view, I could not see what expression she was making below.
“Ha.... It feels good...”
My wife answered his question as well. Her voice was trembling and exhaling hot breaths, anyone could tell.
That fucking bitch....
Without realizing it, a sense of betrayal toward her began to rise in my heart. And something else surging along with the betrayal.....
The emotions that had been filled with rage just moments ago began to change terrifyingly. My thing, which had reacted to the gazes of men eye-raping my wife at the gym, was now tingling and reacting again.
Why.... Why is this happening again....
Suddenly, the face of my wife moaning while pinned under the young trainer's body came to mind. Her moaning with an expression I had never seen before.
I imagined the trainer's thick cock, veined and blue, that I had seen in the shower, plowing into her pink flesh. Hot moans spilling from her red lips, both her hands tightly gripping the trainer's muscular ass.
“Hoo.....”
At the successive forbidden imaginations, my cock began to react. Blood supplied to my previously motionless thing, and the strong sensation of it slowly rising in my pants.
Please.... Stop. This isn't right.
I was crumbling from their act. I wanted to barge into the room right now, stop their act, and end this hellish time.
But my body did not react that way. My head was shouting to stop, but blood had already rushed to my lower body, stiffly lifting my pants.
“How about this side?....”
“Ha.... That feels good too...”
The trainer's gentle voice was tickling my wife's ear. My wife exhaled hot moans in response.
Rustling sounds were coming from their bed, indicating some kind of act.
I should have stopped here. I intended to turn the doorknob and go in to separate them.
You bastards.... I don't care anymore. Let's all go to ruin together.
“Does it hurt here? Or does it feel good?”
“Yes... A little more to the right. That side is really knotted up.”
What....!?
I was about to open the door and barge in to grab those two by the hair, but their conversation forced me to stop.
Instantly, a simulation ran quickly in my head. Do men and women use words like "feels good" or "knotted" when having sex...?
Fuck... What the hell is this...?
“This area is really knotted, so we need to loosen it.”
Suddenly I recalled that Jang-woo was not just a big-bodied trainer. The advantage of Trainer Jang-woo that my wife had mentioned several times was his physical therapy skills from majoring in rehabilitation medicine.
In simple terms, massage......
My beloved wife Seung-yeon was currently receiving a massage from the trainer.
“You always have to pay attention to the scapula area. Otherwise, it's easy to strain during exercise.”
He was giving his all to massaging her, who had just finished exercising today and even drunk alcohol. The trainer was straddling her back, loosening her muscles.
Suddenly, a hollow feeling came because the things I had been angrily imagining the whole time were not happening. My thing, which had been erect in fury until just now, was slowly going soft.
“Ha-eung....”
As the trainer's arm muscles moved, my wife's moans intensified.
“Phew....”
A sigh mixed with relief escaped my lips. There was no way she would betray me. I felt like a petty guy for needlessly suspecting and raging at her.
After all... What kind of woman is Seung-yeon... She's not the type to spread her legs for some muscle-brained idiot.
That was right. Seung-yeon hated ignorant, empty-headed people. Especially those who looked down on or ignored her for being a woman, or were rude—she loathed them to the extreme.
There was no guarantee Jang-woo was that kind of guy, but it was certain that Seung-yeon liked intellectual and careful people like me.
“Ha-eung....”
Jang-woo seemed tireless, massaging her back and waist for several minutes. Currently, only Jang-woo's writhing back muscles and her two feet were visible in my view, but I could sufficiently infer where he was massaging.
“Alright.... Shall we turn over to the front?”
“Haa... Aren't you tired?”
“This much is nothing. We've done it often, right?”
“I'm always grateful to you, Jang-woo...”
The conversation between her and Jang-woo sounded like that of affectionate lovers to anyone. My wife also panted hot breaths and treated him gently, and Jang-woo's attitude toward her had not a single flaw.
He massaged her often...?
Suddenly, the image of the two embracing and kissing in the public restroom came to mind. Seung-yeon's breathing as she completely surrendered her lips to him while stroking Jang-woo's angry back seemed audible.
“Heup....”
As that thought arose, I felt blood rushing to my pants again.
At this rate... Am I really getting excited because of my wife...? Because of my wife with another man?
I still could not be sure of anything. I just thought I needed to go to the hospital soon.
“Shall we do the front now...?”
As she turned over, Jang-woo spoke to her.
“Um... Today I want to try something a bit special.”
“Special?”
“Yes. Um... Since you overdid the exercise today and drank a lot, I want to stimulate the muscles a bit more for you.”
“How...?”
Her voice was trembling.
“Don't misunderstand and listen. I'm speaking purely from a medical perspective.”
Medical? What the fuck is he scheming?
I had no idea what he was trying to say.
“Can you take off your top?”
“What...?”
What!?
I almost let out the same reaction as her from my mouth.
That bastard. What is he saying right now? Asking her to take off her top?
“Yes. Below the chest and between the armpits, a lot of waste products are condensed in this area. If we loosen that, your body will definitely feel better.”
“But still... The chest is a bit...”
Good. Well done.
My beloved wife was hesitating at his suggestion.
“If you don't feel like it, you don't have to. But loosening here is especially important for women.”
“Really...?”
Her voice was trembling. Jang-woo's voice persuading her was full of confidence.
“Of course. If it were the gym, I couldn't do it, but today it's also on my bed. And since it's just the two of us, I'm giving you special service.”
“......”
She had no answer.
Just the two of us... At the words that it was just the two of us in this space, she was wavering.
“Instead... If it's too embarrassing, I'll stop.”
Ah... No...!
Was it really because she believed his words, or because of the erotic atmosphere of being alone with him in his bedroom.
Srrrk....
“Heung....”
The sound of her grunting as she pulled her top up began to be heard. The white bra top that barely covered her plump breasts was peeled off, revealing her swaying breasts.