The Crumbling Wife (3)
Fuck... What the hell are you two doing right now?
Seung-yeon, you can't do this. Exposing your breasts in front of another man while your husband—me—is right here...
Srrrk...
With her own hands, she slid the white bra top upward and off. In the quiet of the room, every soft rustle of fabric as she undressed carried with perfect clarity.
As the garment came free, her full breasts bounced free from the bra top. Those pale, soft mounds would fall straight into Jang-woo's gaze.
"Wow..."
A gasp of pure admiration spilled from Jang-woo's lips at the sight of Seung-yeon's breasts.
"Don't look... I'm embarrassed..."
My beloved wife's voice was trembling. She covered her full breasts with both palms as if shy, and the pale flesh spilling between her fingers only made her look more lewd.
"Embarrassed? Seung-yeon, your body is so beautiful."
"That can't be... I'm just a housewife..."
"A housewife? You look like a college student in her twenties. I've studied women's bodies a lot while majoring in rehabilitation medicine... and yours is the finest among them."
That bastard Jang-woo was pouring flattery onto my wife without the slightest restraint. He even gestured with his hands as if he meant every word. His eyes never left the full breasts she was covering.
"Tsk... Our Jang-woo sure knows how to talk."
Our? Did she just say our?
My beloved wife was calling that fox-like bastard "our Jang-woo." I had no idea when he'd become "ours," but rage surged up inside me again.
"Well, it's the truth. Shall we have you lie down?"
"Okay... Be gentle, please."
Under Jang-woo's charm, her expression had already softened considerably. As far as I knew, this was the first time she'd ever been half-naked in front of another man. And yet she seemed comfortable enough with him that a smile even touched her lips.
"Mm..."
Lying flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, my wife waited only for Jang-woo's touch. Hot breath seemed to slip from between her red lips.
"Hup..."
At last Jang-woo's large, rough hands began to stroke her collarbone. The moment his palm met her smooth skin, soft moans escaped both their mouths at once. He began caressing her flesh with exquisite gentleness and deliberate slowness.
"Haah..."
"How is it? Feels good, right?"
"Yes... It feels like something is loosening up."
"That's because waste has built up here. Loosening this area regularly is good for you."
Their conversation really was that of a trainer and a client. Jang-woo never crossed the line in how he addressed her, and my wife treated him like a professional instructor as well.
Except for one thing—she was currently baring her breasts in front of her trainer.
She still covered her nipples with both hands. From Jang-woo's perspective, the pale flesh of her full breasts, half-hidden by her palms, would be fully visible.
"Hngh..."
Jang-woo's hands slowly began to descend along her neckline and collarbone. Before long, they started exploring the soft hollow of her underarms.
"Haah... I'm embarrassed..."
When his hands touched that intimate place—her underarms—her words of embarrassment came out laced with coquetry. Anyone could see she was flirting with Jang-woo now.
"There's a lot of buildup here too. Can you stretch your arms out to the sides?"
"Aah..."
At his words, she carefully spread her arms to the sides. Her palms still clung barely to her breasts. If Jang-woo applied even a little pressure, her pink nipples would be fully exposed.
"Now... if I press here like this..."
"Ahk...!"
When Jang-woo's fingers seized her underarm, a deep moan burst from her lips.
In that instant, the sweet scent of her underarms rose in my mind. I'd always loved her underarms. For reasons I couldn't explain, her shaved armpits were smooth and tinged with pink. Whenever I saw her with her underarms exposed and defenseless, my cock would start to stiffen hard.
Only I was supposed to be able to smell my wife's underarms. Only I knew how strangely erotic the moisture that clung damply inside them could be.
But... not anymore. Jang-woo, too, would be feeling that same strange arousal looking at her smooth underarms.
"Haa... I'm embarrassed... and it hurts a little too..."
"If this area gets tight, make sure to work it out yourself. And if you can't manage it alone, you can always come to me."
"Oh my... I'd be too embarrassed. How could I go to you, Jang-woo? I'll do it myself... Hehe..."
She laughed and answered his joke in kind. The woman who had first been so shy about baring her breasts was now smiling at Jang-woo as if the embarrassment had faded.
"Alright... now... you'll need to lower your hands."
"What?..."
"There's just one last spot left on the upper body. This one really has to be done."
There was force in Jang-woo's voice now. What he was asking was for her to fully surrender the breasts she was barely covering to him.
That could not be allowed. The thought of her full breasts being completely exposed to a strange man... just imagining it was horrifying.
My beloved wife's pink nipples flaunted a lewd beauty that anyone would notice. Of all her body parts, I loved those pink nipples intensely.
Whenever we made love, I would always take her nipples into my mouth and suck and lick them. Then her nipples, wet with my saliva, would gleam under the light.
Her nipples had been mine alone...
"I don't think I can..."
She answered him in an uncertain tone.
"Why? Because you're embarrassed?"
"Yes... This part is a bit..."
My beloved wife still had her boundaries. She might have gone this far for treatment, but she couldn't bring herself to bare her nipples as well.
Thank god... Seung-yeon... please... stop here.
I, too, had been drunk on a thrill I barely admitted to myself. But we couldn't cross any further. The arousal I felt watching my wife receive another man's lewd gaze was far too dangerous.
"If we stop here now, everything we've done so far will be useless. It's important to clear out the waste all the way to the end."
"Even so, that part is a bit..."
Hey, you son of a bitch. Seung-yeon said stop. Why are you so persistent!?
Even as my beloved wife kept refusing, that bastard Jang-woo was relentless. Babbling on about waste buildup and rehabilitation medicine, he kept trying to persuade Seung-yeon.
"If you really won't do it, I'll stop here. But I can guarantee the difference between trying it and not trying it is night and day."
The disappointment in Jang-woo's voice was obvious. He must have thought he already had her. A delicious prey was trying to escape right in front of him.
You bastard. You think my wife is that easy!? Seung-yeon isn't the type to fall for some big oaf like you.
The sight of my wife refusing his proposal without giving in looked beautiful to me.
"Are you disappointed...?"
"Disappointed? Not at all. It's just exercise—I just feel like Seung-yeon is misunderstanding."
"It's not a misunderstanding."
"Then just try it once. You won't regret it. And if you don't like it, I'll stop."
"....."
My wife said nothing. Under Jang-woo's persistent persuasion, she seemed to be deliberating again.
No. Seung-yeon... don't give in.
"Then... if I ask you to stop, you have to stop..."
No...
"Of course. Just say the word anytime. But I guarantee you won't want to. It feels that good."
"Hehe... Really?"
"Don't come asking me to do it again. Heh..."
With my wife's permission, energy returned to Jang-woo's voice.
That dog of a bastard...
I wanted to burst into the room right then and smash my fist into his skull. But for reasons I couldn't understand, my feet wouldn't take a single step away from where I stood.
"Alright. Spread your arms out to the sides."
At his words, her arms slowly opened.
"Wow..."
"Haa... I'm so embarrassed..."
Jang-woo stared at her breasts for a long moment. His massive back muscles flexed visibly. The enormous cock hanging between his legs was probably standing rigid now, blue veins standing out in sharp relief.
Was my wife looking at the massive cock hanging from Jang-woo's lower body...?
Every time she exhaled a trembling breath on the bed, her full breasts swayed. Above them, her pink areolas and nipples came fully into Jang-woo's view.
Gulp...
Me, her, and Jang-woo—all three of us swallowed hard. It was a moment of arousal for every one of us.
"Haa..."
At last Jang-woo's hands settled gently over her breasts. And then, very carefully... he began to knead my wife's breasts. Hot moans spilled from my beloved wife's lips.