The Husband Comes Alive (3)
"What?"
"Your panties... they're completely soaked. Why are they this wet?"
Jang-woo straddled my wife, staring openly at her bare lower half. Then, with that signature sly grin of his, he looked up at her face and asked the question.
"Ah... that..."
Her voice was trembling. Flushed scarlet, she managed an awkward smile at his teasing.
"Haha. I'm kidding. Don't worry about it. It's only natural for the body to react during a massage."
Seeing her flustered expression, Jang-woo patted her shoulder as if it had all been a joke.
But her panties were unmistakably soaked — so thoroughly wet it looked as though a man had been caressing her. The gray fabric only made the dampness more obvious, the wet patch gleaming with a lewd, shameless allure.
"Alright. Shall we finish up?"
His hands began kneading her lower body in earnest. Watching her soft flesh yield and shift under those rough, powerful palms sent blood surging even harder into my cock.
"Haah..."
The woman I loved moaned in time with Jang-woo's fingers as they worked near her crotch. She pressed her lips tight, trying to trap the sounds leaking out — but it was useless. His professional hands refused to leave her alone.
Shhhk...
Watching the filthy scene they were making, I shoved my own underwear all the way down. My cock, hard for the first time in ages, sprang free over the waistband still hooked around my thighs.
I shouldn't be doing this...
I stared at my wife, flushed and trembling under Jang-woo's touch, and began stroking myself up and down. How long had it been since I'd last masturbated? Clear precum was already beading at the tip of my rigid head.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes... I can really feel the knots loosening."
"Want to take the panties off too?"
"What?"
That crazy bastard...! Has he completely lost his mind?
Jang-woo asked it as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
"Th-that's... what are you saying?"
My beloved wife's voice shook.
"If you want to, Seung-yeon, you can take them off."
"What?"
His tone turned serious. That deep voice rolled low through the room.
"If you want to... you can take everything off."
He threw the line straight at her. Those sly hands that had been exploring her body came to a stop right beneath her crotch.
That son of a bitch. Has he actually gone insane?
I couldn't forgive him for openly seducing my wife like this. I wanted to kick the door in right then and cave his skull in. If he actually ended up sleeping with her... I didn't think I could stand to watch it happen.
But... why the hell is my cock like this?
Even as I thought about killing him, the urge to come was building fast. And deep down, I was curious what she would do. How would she react?
"Jang-woo, this isn't right."
Her voice had gone serious too. Only moments ago she had been panting under his hands, but now she slowly pushed herself up from beneath him.
"I really don't think this is okay."
She covered her stiff nipples and full breasts with both hands. Her face was still burning red.
"Seung-yeon. I don't know how this is going to sound, but I want to sleep with you."
"What?"
That... that insane bastard, for real.
There was nothing but sincerity in his tone. My wife's already large eyes went even wider at the words.
"I just want to be with you like close friends. Talk like this, take care of each other's needs..."
"What... are you talking about? Jang-woo, I'm a married woman."
"I know. But your body doesn't lie. Look how it's reacting right now."
His gaze dropped to the wet center of her panties. Embarrassed, she lowered the hands covering her breasts and crossed them over the fabric instead.
"Opportunities like this don't come around. You said yourself you've been struggling with things between you and your husband."
"Ah..."
She tried to speak, but Jang-woo caught her wrist and gently placed her hand against the hard muscle of his chest.
Seung-yeon. You told him about our sex life too?
The fact that she had confided in him about our marriage bed hit me like a blow. That was supposed to stay between the two of us. No one else was supposed to know.
I didn't know how close she had gotten to him, but her behavior left me deeply disappointed. I remembered the look on Jang-woo's face that night at the drinking table.
Did he already know about my dead cock too?
"I can satisfy you. No one would ever find out."
So this was it all along...
Of course the massage had only been an excuse. With that gentle manner and those sculpted muscles, Jang-woo must have seduced countless women.
"....."
My wife said nothing. Her pupils trembled as she held his gaze.
Jang-woo guided her hand up and down his chest, turning her palm into something that stroked over the ridges of his muscle.
"D-don't do this."
She tried to pull free. But a man as strong as Jang-woo wasn't about to let go of her wrist. He drew her hand slowly downward.
"Just stay still."
There was pressure in his voice now. As her fingers passed over those chocolate-dark abs, a soft groan slipped from his mouth.
"I said stop."
Her voice rose. But under his strength, her hand couldn't move an inch.
He was wearing thin shorts. I couldn't see the front of him, but I knew his cock had to be standing huge.
For a second I remembered what I'd seen in the bathroom. Even soft, that thick head and heavy swing had been enough to guess at the size.
If that monster ever got hard...
"Haaah..."
"Hhk..."
A deep moan broke from both of them at once. The moment her hand touched him, the muscles in Jang-woo's back rippled.
"How does it feel?"
"......"
"Pretty impressive, right?"
He pressed himself harder into her palm. Her pale face burned so hot it looked ready to burst.
Ssshk... ssshk...
The sound of her hand rubbing against him filled the room. She bit down hard on her lip, staring at his lower body.
"Don't do this..."
A few seconds passed before she spoke again. Her face was scarlet as she looked up into his eyes — the expression of someone trapped in deep, painful indecision.
"Just a second."
Even after she told him to stop, Jang-woo showed no intention of listening. With one hand he yanked down the shorts stretched tight over his thick thighs. Then he hooked his underwear and shoved that down too, all in one motion.
The deeply cut muscles of his lower body were laid bare right in front of me. His copper-tanned ass flexed, full of raw power.
"Why... why are you doing this?!"
She stared at his face, startled.
"Hoo..."
A rough breath tore out of him. Even from behind I could see the muscles of his bare ass clench and shift.
"Hhk..."
For an instant her expression flickered. Her eyes were locked on his crotch.
What she must be seeing from the front...
"Well?"
He looked at her as if she were something adorable. My beloved wife didn't seem to hear him at all — her gaze stayed fixed between his legs.
Jang-woo caught her wrist again and wrapped her fingers around himself.
"....."
She said nothing. Even with her hand held in place, she didn't pull away.
"Haaah..."
A hot groan spilled from him — her fingers must have closed around that massive thing at last.
Haaah...
Those delicate fingers I loved were wrapped around the huge cock I'd seen in the shower. Somewhere deep inside me, despair and arousal rose together.
My own grip tightened hard around my shaft. I had been pacing myself, watching them, holding back — but I was reaching the edge.
The urge to come crashed in fast. My cock was screaming to empty itself.
"Like this... like this..."
He guided her hand, stroking slowly. That fully erect cock, pointing at the ceiling, slid through her slender fingers.
"....."
Without a word, she began moving her hand back and forth along his length. With every stroke, the muscles of his ass flexed and rolled.
"Think you can do it?"
He started to let go of her hand. A faint tremor crossed her face.
"Go on."
I started pumping my own cock hard and fast.
Hnn...
I bit my lip so no sound would escape, waiting for what they would do next.
"Come on."
Seung-yeon. Stop here. Please.
She stayed frozen, staring at his crotch. Her face, turned toward that thick, standing cock, flushed even deeper red.
Seung-yeon. Please... just stop...