The Husband's Boss (1)
Unexpectedly heated moans burst one after another from my wife’s mouth. She was pouring out her arousal just as she felt it, as if she had been starving for sex.
“Hah… hah…!”
Her body, nearing climax, began to tremble and spasm. Her hips lifted slightly and rocked, and my fingers drove into her sex even faster.
Ah… if only this were my cock.
The thought rose unbidden—if what was buried deep in her pink flesh were my shaft instead of my fingers, if she were moaning and writhing on my cock the way she was now, I would feel as though I owned the whole world.
“Hngh… I… I think I’m going to come… honey…!”
Her body burned hot as she spilled her juices around my fingers. They were already slick and gleaming with everything she was giving me.
“Hah… hngh… hah…!”
“Come. Honey. You can come…!”
“Hngh…! Hn!”
The frantic moans pouring from her cut off for an instant. With one hand she rubbed her clitoris in quick, tight circles, wringing out the last of the pleasure.
“Hah…!”
A scorching breath spilled from my wife’s lips, and her expression grew more and more unreadable. Her face was already flushed a deep red, and that alone made her look lewdly beautiful.
“Haa…”
Then her thighs quivered hard and her pale buttocks jerked. I felt the tight clench of her sex around the fingers still buried inside her.
“Hngh…”
She exhaled a hot breath and stilled the hand that had been circling her clitoris. It seemed my beloved wife had just come from masturbating.
“Haa… haa…”
Her full breasts rose and fell with her ragged breathing. I slowly withdrew my fingers from her. She still had her eyes closed, soft, wanton sounds slipping between her red lips.
“Was it good?”
“Mm… so… so good.”
She still seemed lost in the afterglow, eyes shut. Anyone listening would have heard the thick, lingering arousal in her voice.
What is she thinking right now? Or rather—who was she imagining while she touched herself? Was it me?
I hoped the man in the fantasy that had driven her this wild had been me. If it had been someone else… a strange, unnameable feeling stirred somewhere inside me.
“It was good, honey.”
Her large eyes opened and found mine. Heat bloomed across her cheeks, making her look even more lovely.
“If you felt good, then I feel good too.”
“I love you, honey.”
She pulled me into a tight embrace. Her breasts swayed and pressed soft against my chest.
“I love you too…”
I had no way of knowing whether she had come thinking of me. What I did know for certain was that I still loved my wife.
“Company dinner tonight?”
“That’s what I’m saying. Fuck… the executive director ordered it himself, so there’s no getting out of it.”
In the shabby little smoking area tucked into a corner of the old office rooftop, my only real friend and coworker, Tae-ha, was thoroughly pissed off.
Here, he and I leaned on each other through the grind of company life. He had been promoted last year and was one rank above me—a manager—but we had been through enough together that we still spoke freely.
What had him so irritated was the executive director’s “suggestion” of a company dinner. Or, more accurately, his order.
“But why a dinner in times like these?”
“Exactly. He says productivity drops if we don’t have them, or some shit like that. Spouting pure boomer nonsense all by himself.”
Tae-ha dragged hard on his cigarette, irritation rolling off him. He had a gentle face and clean-cut looks, but underneath he was surprisingly rough around the edges.
In truth, Tae-ha was one of the acknowledged aces at our company. Unlike the rest of us who had come from middling universities with middling skills, he was an elite—top school, big-corporation background.
How he had ended up at a mid-sized firm that was itself a subcontractor’s subcontractor, no one really knew. He claimed he had come here to be the head of the snake rather than fight it out at a big company, but no one bought that story easily.
“So who’s going to this dinner?”
“Since the director’s coming, we’ll pick a few of the heavy drinkers. Elite unit.”
“Ha… fuck. Looks like I’m not getting home tonight either.”
Executive Director Choi Won-tae was famous as a born drinker. He had made director in his forties, and he possessed one genuine gift: the ability to flatter and attend to his superiors.
His skill at sucking up was truly first-rate. It was no exaggeration to say that a man who had started as a low-level employee had climbed all the way to executive director on entertaining and protocol alone. The stories about his flattery were endless.
When he called for a company dinner, it meant no one was going home that night.
“Where are we doing it?”
“About that…”
Tae-ha trailed off.
“What?”
“Could we do it at your place?”
“What!? My place?”
“Yeah. Looks like it’ll be five or six people. These days you can’t gather more than four anywhere, and we can’t exactly sit at separate tables. Your place is the closest to the office.”
“Hey, even so, not my house. Let’s do it at yours—you live alone.”
“My place is an hour by car. You think the director’s going to happily ride that far? Come on, help a friend out.”
Tae-ha looked genuinely cornered as he pressed me.
“Still… my wife’s there. It’s awkward…”
“I know, but… I’ll make sure she doesn’t get bothered. We’ll bring all the food. Just give us the space.”
He kept his eyes locked on mine, stubborn.
“I still don’t think my place is right…”
“Hey. I’m giving you a chance here.”
“What? What chance?”
What the hell was he talking about now.
“You know it’s promotion season this month, right? You need to move up this time, don’t you?”
“What does that have to do with a company dinner?”
“Director Choi has to give you a good score if you’re going to get promoted. How’s he supposed to know whether you’re good at your job or not? Everything gets decided over drinks.”
“What?”
“I’m serious. Director Choi loves flattery and being waited on.”
When I thought about it, Tae-ha wasn’t wrong. Looking good in front of the man who held the personnel decisions couldn’t hurt. After missing out on a promotion once already, this could be a real opportunity for me.
“Well? Feeling a little more interested now that you’ve heard that?”
Tae-ha gave me a sly grin. His expression said that turning this down would make me an idiot.
For a moment my wife’s face floated up. Even with our tight finances she kept the household running smoothly. A promotion would mean a raise—not a huge one, but still—and a promotion bonus on top of it.
“I’ll ask my wife first.”
“Okay! See, you get it. Let me know by morning.”
“Got it…”
Fuck… do I really have to go this far?
“Honey. We’re almost there.”
“Okay. I threw some food together in a hurry… I’m not sure how it’ll turn out.”
There was a slight tremor in my wife’s voice. The usually quiet walk home was noisy tonight. Behind me, five or six of my coworkers trailed along in twos and threes.
“Kim, how much farther?”
Director Choi’s deep voice carried forward. His face was faintly flushed, already looking forward to the drinking that was about to begin.
Fine… since it’s come to this, I’ll take care of the director all the way tonight.
“Not far at all, sir. We’re almost there. My wife says she’s put a little food together.”
“Oh-ho, is that so? She didn’t need to go to all that trouble. Haha.”
He was saying something he didn’t mean in the slightest.
“Jin-woo, we’ve prepared plenty of food ourselves, so don’t worry.”
Team Leader Park Young-ah added from beside the director. Our team leader was a capable career woman. She had two kids and still managed company life perfectly—a true working mother who could do it all.
“As expected, Team Leader Park handles everything cleanly.”
“I learned it all from you, Director. Heehee.”
“Haha. Is that so?”
While they traded empty banter, Tae-ha and the junior staff followed behind, arms full of side dishes and bottles of liquor. Tae-ha’s face was set hard; the night of drinking ahead had already stolen his evening off.
“All right. We’re here.”
When the elevator doors opened, the corridor-style apartment hallway stretched ahead, and our front door stood wide open.
“Honey. We’re here. These are my coworkers—say hello.”
“Hello~”
“Oh my, please come in.”
There she was—my beloved wife. She greeted the chattering employees with a bright smile. The way she welcomed us was so beautiful it almost hurt.
She wore an ivory A-line skirt that fell to her knees and a white blouse. With her makeup done carefully and her smooth forehead bare, she looked even more elegant and pure. Anyone seeing her now would have called her the picture of a refined young lady.
“This is our executive director. Introduce yourself.”
“Hello, Director. I’m Oh Seung-yeon, Jin-woo’s wife. I’ve heard so much about you.”
In a soft, gentle voice she bowed her head to the director. As she did, the neckline of her blouse shifted and the soft valley of her breasts came into view for a moment.
“Oh… our sister-in-law is quite the beauty. Kim here is a lucky man. Haha.”
As he accepted her greeting, Director Choi’s gaze seemed to linger on that glimpse of cleavage.
“Please come in.”
“Yes. Excuse us, then.”
Director Choi and the others settled into the living room and began setting out the drinks.
“I’m sorry about the suddenness, honey.”
I whispered close to my wife’s ear. The unexpected invasion of coworkers must have left her more than a little flustered.
“It’s fine… you said your promotion review is coming up. I should help.”
“Thank you so much. I’ll do my best tonight.”
“Mm. I’ll support you from the side.”
Her thoughtfulness was truly lovely. I kissed her cheek and took the seat diagonally across from the director.
Tonight my only goal at this company dinner was simple: somehow catch Director Choi’s eye. That was all I would think about.