Cum-Covered Wife (3)
"Honey? Wake up. Honey?"
A soft voice was calling me awake. It was my beloved wife. At the sound of her voice, I forced my eyes open with difficulty.
I rubbed at eyes that had gone so sticky they wouldn't open easily, and slowly lifted my head. Standing before me was the woman I loved. Her refined, pure face looked down at me with worried eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"Huh?..."
The moment I saw her clear face, the memories of last night came flooding back.
When did I fall asleep...
Yesterday's whirlwind of memories. I had barely managed to fall asleep after witnessing her secret rendezvous with Jang-woo — if you could even call it that.
I could still see her breasts being squeezed in Jang-woo's rough, crude hands, her face flinching at his touch.
Her on all fours, her backside fully exposed toward Jang-woo. Her breasts crushed flat against the bed. Jang-woo's massive cock thrashing without mercy as he looked down at her... and her face, completely covered in his cum.
I could hardly believe that this pure, beautiful wife of mine had done such things.
I wish it had all been a dream.
"Hyung-nim, are you all right?"
Someone was standing behind my wife. Even first thing in the morning, he was flaunting those burly muscles. Jang-woo.
Fuck...
A headache surged up instantly. Looking at him, last night's nightmares stabbed into me like blades.
"You should rest a little longer."
Jang-woo looked at me clutching my head and spoke in a flat tone. There wasn't a trace of concern in his voice.
"No. I'm fine. I should get cleaned up and head out."
"Honey... will you be okay?"
I didn't want to stay in this hellish place with my beloved wife any longer.
"Have some breakfast before you go. It's nothing fancy, but I made dried pollack soup."
Jang-woo was addressing me, but his eyes were fixed on my wife's face. A faint, ambiguous smile hung on his lips.
Fuck... You think I can swallow dried pollack soup right now?
"No. I've got things to do. I'll head out first."
"Honey. She went to the trouble of making it for you. At least eat something."
My wife grabbed my arm. Leaning in, she was already wearing her white bra top again. Her cleavage was fully visible from where I sat.
"I said I have to go."
For some reason, I couldn't stand looking at her cleavage. All I could think of were those full breasts being groped by another man. The woman getting aroused by her stiff, erect nipples was not the woman I knew.
"But still... she made it specially for you..."
My wife trailed off. There even seemed to be a hint of disappointment on her face.
Do you really want to stay here that badly?
I wanted to ask her. Did she want to stay behind and finish the sex she hadn't gotten enough of with that monster of a man? A mixture of betrayal and hurt rose up in me, feelings I couldn't quite name.
"Then you stay."
"Babe... what's wrong with you. If you're going, I'm going too."
Her voice shrank. She looked at my face, then her eyes met Jang-woo's. Regret was written all over her expression.
"Honey. I've got work. I really need to leave soon."
"Is it company work?"
She asked, looking at me as if she genuinely wanted to know.
"Yeah. I have to go right away. Do you want to stay here longer?"
"No... I should go."
She clearly seemed disappointed. An expression that normally wouldn't have bothered me at all now felt deeply upsetting.
I roughly straightened my clothes and headed straight for the front door. Unlike me, already standing at the entrance, my wife's movements were painfully sluggish.
"Come again. We'll meet on Thursday."
"Yes. We've been such a burden on you, Mr. Jang-woo. I'll make it up to you next time."
Jang-woo and my wife were exchanging goodbyes. I was already out the door without even greeting him, listening to their conversation.
What a fake bastard...
In no time, Jang-woo and my wife had slipped back into their roles as PT trainer and client. The same guy who had dumped a load of cum all over Seung-yeon's face was now seeing my wife off with his professional smile.
"You worked hard too, hyung-nim. Get home safe."
Jang-woo reluctantly offered me a goodbye. I didn't answer. I just pressed the elevator button.
Crazy bastard. Who the hell are you calling hyung-nim.
"Babe. Is something wrong?"
Only once we were riding the elevator down did my wife finally notice the strange look on my face and ask.
"Nothing's wrong. I just had a hard time sleeping last night."
"What?"
Her eyes went wide at my words.
"Then... did you wake up in the middle of the night?"
"No. I slept fine. Su-hyeok was snoring so loud next to me that I woke up a few times, though."
"Mm..."
My wife bit her lip tightly, looking anxious. Was she worried about what she'd done last night?
"I don't see Su-hyeok around."
I changed the subject for her sake.
"Ah... I think Su-hyeok left early this morning. He was already gone when I got up."
"Really? That guy. He was so friendly yesterday, and he just takes off without even saying goodbye."
"Yeah. Babe, thank you for staying with me even though it must have been an awkward situation."
She smiled sweetly at me and linked her arm through mine. A faint flush rose on her pale face.
"Awkward? It wasn't awkward at all."
If only last night's incident hadn't happened... no, if only I hadn't witnessed it, it wouldn't have been such a bad time.
As I looked at her smiling face, Jang-woo's cum splattering thickly across it overlaid the image.
I shook my head, barely pushing the vision away, and we arrived home.
"Oh. Didn't you say you had something urgent today?"
"Ah... that. Just company stuff."
"Company stuff? You have to work on the weekend?"
"Yeah. Things have been busy lately. And it's promotion season, so I need to look like I'm putting in the effort."
Half true, half a lie. It was true that promotion season was underway at the company, but there was no real need to work on the weekend.
"Ooh~ my man. Is there anything I can help with?"
The way she cooed at me was strangely seductive. Standing in the living room, she was peeling off the tight white leggings she'd worn yesterday. As the leggings that had been hugging her full ass came off, her panties were fully exposed.
Fuck... those panties...?
Suddenly I remembered her pussy, soaked and glistening. Her body trembling and moaning under Jang-woo's touch, and the gray Calvin Klein panties that had been spurting watery fluid over it.
If I peeled those panties off, thick juices would still be clinging to her core.
I slowly took in the sight of her undressing.
Then she pulled off her bra top as well. As she lifted the tight top up and over, her full breasts bounced free and swayed. Her pink nipples stood out proudly against her white breasts.
Her body, clad in nothing but a single pair of panties, was erotic no matter how many times I looked at it.
"Babe, come over here."
I took her by the arm and led her into the bedroom. Looking at her naked body, an unidentifiable excitement washed over me.
"Babe... let me wash up first..."
A coquettish little protest slipped from her lips. She covered her breasts with both hands, as if embarrassed.
I slowly pulled her arms away from her chest, then took her nipple into my mouth.
"Haahng...."
A hot moan escaped her. I gripped both her wrists and gently rolled her nipple between my lips without mercy.
As her nipple turned clockwise under my tongue, her thick thighs began to twist together. My wife bit her red lips, holding back the moans that kept trying to break free.
"Babe... I'm dirty... don't do this."
Her sultry voice seemed to send a jolt of excitement through my lower body.
Please... please get hard...
Feeling no response yet in my pants, I worked her nipple even harder. I could see her panties growing visibly damp.
"Haahk... babe..."
"Slurp... mmph..."
"Haah... babe..."
My aroused wife wasn't just sitting still either. Before I knew it, her hand had reached my crotch, checking whether my cock was hard.
"Hooo...."
Fuck...
My dick wouldn't respond. Looking at her erotic body, the excitement was there — but it wouldn't translate into an erection.
Why is this happening... It worked fine yesterday, didn't it?
Last night, watching her and Jang-woo's secret acts, I had gotten hard. I'd even gulped and spilled my cum. It was the first time in years I'd gotten that thick and rock-hard.
So why... why can't I do it now?
"Haa... babe... it's okay."
My wife looked at me with a flushed face. Disappointment was plain on the face of the woman I loved.
"I'm sorry..."
Seeing the disappointment she couldn't hide, a deep sense of defeat washed over me. A husband who couldn't satisfy his own wife when she was already worked up.
"I'm fine, babe. I'm going to go wash up."
"Just wait a second."
I tightly gripped her thigh as she tried to pull away from my hands. For some reason, I felt that if I let her go now, she would go right back to Jang-woo.
"What's wrong, babe. I'm fine..."
She soothed me with an awkward smile.
I'm not fine...
I slowly pulled her gray Calvin Klein panties down.
"Haah... what are you doing..."
"Just stay still."
Thick juices had dried and stuck to the crotch of her panties.
Whose juices are those...
I already knew the answer.
As her panties came down, black pubic hair, moderately dense, appeared against her white skin. I slowly lowered my head between her legs.
"Haa...."
"Hnn...."
Her pink pussy, which had already soaked her panties thoroughly, came into view, and I pushed my tongue into her soft flesh. A sweet, fishy scent rose thickly from her sex.