For Her Husband (2)
My legs shook so hard they nearly gave out, planted just outside that single door. I couldn't even find the courage to open it and look inside.
"Ha-eup...!"
"Hoo..."
My wife's deep moans drifted through. Then Managing Director Choi's raw, unrestrained gasps of pleasure rang out, filthy and unmistakable.
At this late hour, the wife who had been sleeping right beside me was now inside my boss's room.
"Slurp... slurp..."
The wet sound of something being sucked carried through the door. I knew exactly what act was making that noise. I just didn't want to admit it. My legs felt ready to collapse any second.
"Haa... good... you suck so well..."
Hot praise spilled from Managing Director Choi's mouth. Shock held me frozen, yet some part of me screamed that this was no time to stand still.
Seung-yeon, what the hell are you doing...
How long had it even been since the thing with Jangwoo? And already she was in another man's bedroom. The image of her face covered in cum flashed through my mind.
Fuck... was she really this kind of woman?
A deep sense of betrayal toward my wife began to bloom from the bottom of my heart.
Was this all she was ever good for?
"Haa..."
"Eup... eup...!"
"Take it deeper."
"Ha-eup...! Slurp..."
My wife's pained moans reached me. Ugly images flooded my head. Managing Director Choi's hand gripping her hair, forcing her face closer to his crotch.
That filthy, ugly cockhead of his shoving into the soft lips of the wife I loved. One dirty, lewd fantasy after another, and suddenly I felt something wrong.
Why is this happening again?
Blood rushed to my crotch without warning. The heat of arousal climbed from my lower body and spread through me. Hot blood pooled until my cock slowly lifted its head.
"Ha-euk...!"
"Hoo... good. Faster."
"Heup... slurp...! Lick... slurp..."
At his command, my wife's head moved even quicker. The sounds she made grew more stimulating as they slipped through the crack in the door.
She doesn't even like giving head...
Why? Why was my wife with that old bastard?
I couldn't understand her at all. She almost never gave blowjobs. She practically hated them.
Thinking back, it was true. My beloved wife never put my cock in her mouth. I could still see the face she made when she refused, saying it wasn't hygienic. Even on the rare occasions she was in a good mood and did it, she never lasted long.
"Can't you please just do it?"
"Sorry... I can't."
No matter how much I begged, she never gave in. I was always the one left waiting with a pathetic look on my face for a blowjob that never came. Remembering that miserable version of myself filled me with self-loathing.
"Slurp... slurp... heup...!"
That's enough.
I couldn't just stand here like last time. I didn't want to hear the moans she was making for another man anymore. No—I literally couldn't. Every sound she let out became a knife driving deep into my heart.
Click...
I finally managed to grab the doorknob. I was going to walk into that room and kill those two bastards.
Yeah. End it.
"Director..."
"Haa... huh?"
"You have to look after my husband this time. You really have to."
"Of course. How many times do I have to say it? From now on, Deputy Kim is on my line."
"You mean it?"
"Of course I mean it. So hurry up and finish what you were doing..."
Wh-what kind of conversation is this?
The shocking exchange between Managing Director Choi and my wife blanked my mind. I started replaying every word, trying to make sense of what had just come out of her mouth.
She's asking him to take care of me...?
She had clearly said that. So was she doing this filthy thing right now... for me?
In an instant the scattered pieces in my head began locking together like a puzzle. The things she had said at the drinking party came back to me.
"I'll support you properly..."
The words she had spoken like a joke had become reality and come back around.
Still, this is insane...
I stood frozen with my hand still on the doorknob. I wanted nothing more than to throw the door open, grab them both by the hair, and slam them down—yet somehow my feet wouldn't move.
"Deputy Kim's fine in every way... but he's missing that two percent. That two percent."
Managing Director Choi's words from the drinking party, the ones he'd said while looking at me with those unfriendly eyes, floated up again.
Missing two percent... so this is what that two percent meant?
But after receiving my wife's "support," Managing Director Choi's attitude had completely changed.
"Deputy Kim is on my line. Promotion's no problem, of course."
My line...
The promise he made to my wife stirred something strange and heated inside me. It touched something deep I had buried far down in the ocean of my heart.
Ambition... advancement... success...?
Romantic words every man carries at least one of somewhere inside him.
Did I used to have those too?
Becoming part of Managing Director Choi's line—the real power in the company—meant grabbing hold of a connection. And not just any connection: a thick, sturdy rope had just dropped right in front of me.
For a moment I saw myself surpassing my elite peer Tae-ha and becoming the company's ace. Not the perpetual deputy, the company deadweight, but Manager Kim Jin-woo, respected by everyone.
"Eup... heup...!"
"Haa..."
While I was lost in that absurd fantasy, my wife's moans hit me raw again. Managing Director Choi had shoved his cock—already hard again—back into her mouth. I could picture him gripping her face and forcing that thick shaft in.
Sss...
I let go of the doorknob. My palm was soaked with sweat.
Fuck... I can't do it...
I simply couldn't open the door. No—the desire to open it had vanished. For some reason the rage that had filled my chest was slowly dying down as well.
Kim Jin-woo, what the hell are you doing? Open that door right now and drag those two bastards out!
One corner of my mind was still screaming at me to stop them and save my wife, but the voice only echoed from far away, like a distant shout.
I stood there in a daze in front of the door.
"Heup... eup... slurp... slurp...!"
I could picture saliva dripping from my wife's mouth. Her spit running down Managing Director Choi's cock, soaking the bedsheets, tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she held that thick shaft between her lips.
"Haa... Seung-yeon."
"Yes?"
"How about... we go all the way?"
Managing Director Choi asked in that oily, sly tone of his. I understood exactly what he meant.
"Go all the way with what...?"
But my innocent wife clearly didn't.
"We should finish what we started, don't you think?"
"Director...! Absolutely not."
I could imagine the lecherous look on his face as he tested her. But her refusal was sharp as a blade. After more than ten years together, I knew perfectly well that she meant it.
"I could make you an even better offer. Not just for Deputy Kim—something good for you too."
Faced with her iron refusal, Managing Director Choi pulled out another finishing move.
"An even... better offer?"
My wife's ears seemed to perk up. Normally she wouldn't have given a proposal like that a second thought, but tonight she was a different person.
"Curious?"
"...Yes."
Her voice trembled slightly.
"Take off... the top."
"..."
My wife said nothing. Even though the words he had just spoken were completely unacceptable, she didn't show any firm refusal.
Pop... click...
Pop... sss...
After a long silence, familiar sounds began to come from inside the room. The sharp snap of something coming undone, the soft slide of fabric.
No way...
I pictured the neat, modest clothes my wife had been wearing. The white shirt that made her clean, pure image stand out even more.
I saw her breasts pushing out between the open shirt after two buttons had come undone.
Pop... pop...
Her buttons were being undone one by one from the top.
"Hoo..."
Managing Director Choi's hot breath leaked out through the door. Even without seeing his face, I could tell how aroused he was.
This fucking...! Stop it!
The image of him undoing my wife's buttons made the calm I had barely managed to find start thrashing again. Letting him mix bodies with her was a completely different level from just a blowjob.
"Fuck..."
A curse burst from my mouth. In the middle of this tense situation, the outline of my cock—standing stiff and hard—was already clearly visible through my pants.
Once again, in the middle of my wife's crisis, my dick was getting hard. It was becoming clearer and clearer. My cock only got hard when the wife I loved was with another man. And with a hardness I had never felt before in my life.
You stop it too! Just for once! Read the fucking room!
It was a curse. The only thing that could excite me was the sight of my beloved wife being violated. I would rather have stayed a eunuch for the rest of my life.
"Haa..."
A heavy breath slipped from my wife's lips.
"Seung-yeon... you really... really are incredible."
Then Managing Director Choi's voice came, thick with admiration. It was quite flushed, as if he were drowning in excitement.
Right now his eyes would be taking in the white skin of my wife's body. Her full, elastic breasts, still cupped by her bra, would be on display, showing off that lewd silhouette.
Haa...
Just imagining my wife standing in front of him with her breasts pushed out and exposed made the base of my cock even harder.
"The bra has to come off too."
"..."
"Want me to take it off for you?"
"Ah... no."
My wife's voice trembled.
Seung-yeon. Stop now. It's enough...
Cold sweat ran down my forehead as I prayed for her to quit.
Click...
The familiar metallic sound of a clasp coming undone.
My wife undid the underwear that had been tightly wrapping her breasts herself.