The Husband Comes Alive (1)
Jang-woo's broad hand settled over the soft swell of her breasts. Through his palm he would feel every yielding curve of my wife's skin. Slowly, deliberately, he cupped the underside of each breast and pressed down hard.
"Hngh…"
A thin moan slipped from her lips. There she lay with her eyes closed, bare-chested before a man who was not her husband, and the sight of her struck me as almost indecently erotic.
Press… press…
"Hoo…"
Trainer Jang-woo was savoring the thrill of the moment just as much as she was. Every time the muscles of his back flexed and rippled, another faint sound escaped her mouth.
"Does it hurt…?"
He soothed her with a gentle voice as she moaned beneath his hands. Drunk or not, both of them still had their wits about them. If either one crossed the line, this whole charged atmosphere would shatter like glass under a crack.
That was how fine the tightrope was they were walking.
"No… hah… I'm still fine… hoo…"
"Good… There's a lot of tension built up right here under your—under your chest. Can you feel it?"
Press…
His fingers worked the soft flesh beneath her breasts. My beloved wife bit down on both lips, barely holding back the sounds that kept trying to break free.
"Yes… I can feel it. It feels… relieving."
Really? Was she truly feeling relief?
Encouraged by her answer, Jang-woo began kneading her breasts with more force. The hand that had only been working the underside now climbed slowly, claiming the whole of each breast.
"Hah…"
The quiet room filled with the heat of Seung-yeon's breath. She lay sprawled on a strange man's bed, chest offered up completely bare. The only thing still covering her was a pair of white leggings stretched tight over her full lower half.
Press… press…
Jang-woo opened his palm fully now and began massaging her breasts in earnest. Inside that palm he would already be feeling her nipples, stiff and pointing straight at the ceiling.
"Hngh…!"
The moment his palm brushed her nipples she could no longer hold the moan in. Those hard little peaks scraped and rubbed against his hand.
"Hoo…"
He worked her breasts with even more delicate care. The soft rise of flesh, the silken skin, and now the rigid texture of her nipples—all of it passed straight into his hands.
I was certain the front of his pants was about to burst. No man could easily keep himself in check in a situation this charged. In that sense, Jang-woo's self-control was impressive.
Seung-yeon… this is far enough… stop…
Through the crack in the door I could see her face, already flushed a deep red. The expression of my wife being handled by another man's rough hands was something utterly foreign to me. And then I felt it—blood surging back into my cock.
Why… why is this happening again…?
Blood was pooling there once more. As if erectile dysfunction had never existed, my shaft felt ready to punch straight through my zipper.
"Hngh…!"
His fingers began lightly circling the areola around each nipple. Clockwise, slow and deliberate—and I watched her thighs twist and rub together.
She didn't need to say a word. Her panties would already be soaked through. The image of those panties, heavy with her wetness, made me want to strip my own pants off right then and there.
"How is it…? Can you feel it?"
His deep voice only pushed her further into arousal. As a trainer he was doing everything he could to look professional, to keep her trust.
Looking at his face, though, I almost wondered if scenes like this were nothing new to him.
How many women has he fucked…?
How many women had thrown themselves at those horse-like muscles of his? How many had spread their legs for him right here in this bedroom?
I couldn't know for certain, but the calm, almost casual way he carried himself made the number easy to guess. All I could do was hope my wife would not become one more name on that list.
"Good. Now I'll work my way down."
His hands began sliding along the smooth line of her waist, descending.
"What…?"
She opened her eyes wide and stared up at him, startled. Confusion flickered across her flushed face.
"Massage is like a workout—upper body, then lower body. You have to do both."
"Ah… you're doing my lower body too?"
"Of course. Doesn't it feel good?"
"Ah—no! It feels really good. Really."
Her expression was sincere. Whether the knots had truly loosened or not, she was clearly satisfied with Jang-woo's massage.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Sorry? Waiting for what?"
"You need to take them off."
"What…?"
As if it were the most ordinary request in the world, he was telling her to undress. Having already stripped the bra top from her full breasts, he was now after the lush lower half of her body.
"T-take them off? I'm wearing leggings."
My beloved wife was not so easily won. An ordinary woman might already have surrendered to a situation this charged. With her chest already bare, peeling off the leggings would hardly have been difficult. But she still refused to let go of the last thread of reason.
Was that kiss in the bathroom just a mistake…?
Watching her now, she did not look like a woman having an affair. I had no idea what had happened before I opened that bathroom door, but her present behavior suggested she was simply trying to hold her ground against the trainer's advances.
"Of course you do. You have to take them off. If I work over the leggings I can't properly find the muscle. I could end up releasing the wrong ones. Since we're doing this, I want to do it right."
Jang-woo was no pushover either. Once again he pressed her with medical-sounding logic.
Seung-yeon… please, stop now…
"It's just… so embarrassing…"
When her eyes met his she lowered her head, shy. One thing was clear: she did not find this situation unpleasant or insulting.
"Don't be embarrassed. Just take it as a kindness."
"Ah…"
Was it really just kindness? Or was there something else…?
"If you're that shy, should I take them off for you? Haha."
He even tossed a playful joke into the middle of it. When his rough hand settled at her waistband she laughed and pushed it away.
"Ahng… don't be like that. It's embarrassing."
"Come on. I won't think anything weird."
What…? This fucking bastard. There's a limit to lying. He won't think anything weird?
I was growing to hate his smooth talk more by the second. Anyone could hear the lie in those words; nothing about them felt honest.
"Then… will you close your eyes? It's too embarrassing…"
"Mm. Okay. I can do that."
In the end my beloved wife gave in to him. Whether she had been talked into it by his practiced words or whether some part of her had wanted this herself no longer mattered. The fact that she was about to strip the last of her lower clothing in front of a strange man who was not her husband was shocking enough.
She had always been so refined, so demure…
I had never known she had this kind of boldness in her.
Shhh…
Slowly she set her hands at her waist and began peeling the leggings down. The fabric that had barely contained her full hips slid lower under her fingers.
"Mmh…"
They clung so tightly to her ass and thighs that a soft sound of effort escaped her as she worked them free. Even putting them on had always been a struggle because of those generous hips.
"Don't open your eyes…"
She struggled the leggings down over her backside while watching the face of the man beside her, eyes still closed. The sound of her breathing and the soft, intimate noise of cloth leaving skin filled the room without mercy.
"I promised, so I won't. Though I'm dying of curiosity…"
"Haa…"
Watching her undress her lower half while still lying on the bed was intensely provocative. The same sight I only ever saw when we made love, she was now offering to another man. As the leggings came down, her full ass was laid bare.
And there, barely covering her sex, was a scrap of panty no bigger than a palm. The gray Calvin Klein pair she wore for workouts.
But… as far as I knew, those…
She always insisted on thongs for exercise. She hated the panty lines that showed through leggings.
And today, after her workout, she was wearing a thong again. Between the gray fabric, a few dark curls of pubic hair peeked out just enough.
And if she turned around…
The strip of panty that barely covered the cleft of her ass, and the pale white of her cheeks, would be completely exposed.
"I'm done…"
Shyly she covered her crotch with both hands. To Jang-woo's eyes, her nearly naked body—wearing panties smaller than his own palm—was fully on display.
"Wow…"
For a long moment he could not tear his gaze from her. He looked genuinely stunned by the erotic lines of her body.
"It's embarrassing… hurry…"
A coaxing, almost coquettish note slipped into her voice. Her face, flushed as if she had drunk far too much, looked unbearably sensual.
Hah…
Then my eyes caught the center of her panties. The middle of my beloved wife's gray thong had gone dark with wetness.
No way… is she soaked…?
The sight of those wet panties made my cock swell until it felt ready to split. I could no longer endure this charged, filthy situation.
Ziiip…
Slowly I began easing down the zipper of my own straining pants. Jang-woo was climbing back over her body once more.