For Her Husband (3)
Silence blanketed the room. From the other side of the door, the hot, heavy breaths of Managing Director Choi and my wife leaked through the cracks.
Tok...
It was a sound I knew all too well. The bra that should have been cupping her full, rounded breasts came undone in her hands.
The moment the hooks released, those springy breasts would spill forward and sway.
What kind of lingerie is she wearing today...?
I felt hot blood surging into my own crotch.
"You should take the rest off too."
The excitement in Managing Director Choi's voice made it plain just how worked up he was.
"So what's this good offer of yours?"
My wife's voice, loosened by drink, was thick and sticky. She clearly had no intention of simply baring her breasts without pinning him down on the details.
"Hmm... You've got a sharper edge than Assistant Manager Kim. Haha."
Managing Director Choi sounded thoroughly amused by her answer.
Different from me? What the hell does that mean?
I didn't know exactly what he thought of me, but it was obvious he had zero trust in me.
No wonder I keep getting shot down at the promotion threshold...
The one who had rejected my promotion was none other than Managing Director Choi. That wolf of a man.
"We need to settle the terms properly."
"Fine. How about an overseas training assignment?"
"Overseas... training?"
Overseas training. The handful of overseas postings our company offered were privileges reserved for the absolute elite.
Officially it was for accumulating work experience and knowledge, but in practice it was little different from a sabbatical. The main duties consisted of attending industry conferences and seminars; after that, complete free time.
On top of that, airfare, lodging, and even a portion of living expenses were covered, so employees regarded it as the sweetest plum of all possible assignments.
Overseas training...
For a moment I pictured myself stretched out on a sunbed somewhere on a West Coast beach in America. The image of me sipping cocktails and getting massages alongside blonde beauties set a corner of my chest fluttering.
"Of course I'll send you along too. Can't leave you home alone playing the lonely husband."
What Managing Director Choi was offering was even sweeter than a promotion. Overseas training. With his authority as an executive, it was unquestionably the best proposal he could make.
Imagining myself walking a golden path, I felt a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. I had been scraping by as a nobody the company refused to recognize. His words seemed to brush against the ambition buried deep in my core.
"If you don't want it, I can just leave."
When my wife gave no particular answer, Managing Director Choi made as if to rise from his seat.
"W-wait a second."
Instead, my wife urgently caught hold of him.
I could picture Managing Director Choi smiling in quiet satisfaction. To a seasoned veteran of corporate life like him, my wife was nothing more than a delicious piece of prey.
"You only get one chance."
The way he pressed her almost sounded solemn.
Is this the kind of pressure that comes with rank...?
A small confusion stirred in my head.
Then what about me...?
What am I supposed to want here?
If Managing Director Choi's offer had been directed at me, I would have licked his toes on the spot. It was that enormous a proposal for a mere assistant manager to refuse.
Crazy bastard. Don't go there. I'm a human being. Don't turn into an animal.
Standing outside the door listening to their conversation, I shook my head hard. No matter what, I could not sell the wife I loved to him.
She was my wife and my only treasure. I had never once dreamed of trading her for wealth and glory.
It would be a lie to say the thought never crossed my mind at all, but...
Seung-yeon. I'm fine. Just stop and run out of there.
"You... you have to keep your promise."
What?
After a long stretch of hesitation, an answer I never expected slipped from my wife's lips. She spoke with the firmness of someone who had made up her mind, accepting Managing Director Choi's proposal.
No...!
Her words of consent left my heart even more adrift. Once again the image rose of myself in some nameless foreign place, holding my wife's hand and smiling in happiness.
The envious look from my colleague Tae-ha, the trust from the executives—every expression the company staff turned toward me would have changed.
Sssrrrk....
Thud...
The hellish reality crashed back over me just as I was drowning in sweet fantasy. I heard the bra that had been cradling my wife's full breasts slip free and fall to the floor.
"A wise choice. You won't regret it."
Thick excitement colored Managing Director Choi's voice. By now the hard outline of his cock would already be standing out against his trousers.
"Hoo...."
A hot breath spilled from his mouth, followed by the sound of something being rubbed.
"Haa....!"
A hot breath escaped my wife's lips as well. I knew exactly what that sound meant. Managing Director Choi's hand was groping her full breasts.
"Seung-yeon's nipples are so pretty. Standing right up. They look delicious..."
"Haa... I'm embarrassed..."
"Want me to roll them around like this?"
"Heuk....!"
Managing Director Choi's rough hands were kneading and squeezing my wife's soft breasts. Her pink nipples would be standing stiff against her white skin, pointing straight at him.
I knew. I knew how plump and springy those breasts were. The breasts only I, her husband, was supposed to know and only I was supposed to hold were being violated by the wrinkled hands of a middle-aged man.
"Haa.... haeup....!"
My wife's hot moans leaked through the crack in the door. She was biting her lip, barely holding back the sounds that kept trying to burst free.
My beloved wife's most sensitive spots were those firm, protruding nipples. Whenever my fingers and tongue gently rolled them, wet fluid would pour from her sex.
Is that what's happening between her legs right now?
Seung-yeon... what are you thinking?
Managing Director Choi's hands seemed to grow rougher. The moans seeping through the door grew thicker.
"Haeup.... ah... it hurts...!"
My wife cried out as if in pain. I held my breath and tried to picture what Managing Director Choi was doing.
You son of a bitch. Be gentle!
Violating the wife I loved was bad enough; if he left marks on her, I felt I would never be able to forgive him.
"Slurp.... smooch.... haa...."
Hot moans spilled from Managing Director Choi's mouth. The lewd wet friction of his tongue made it all too easy to imagine what he was doing.
"Heuk.... haeup....!"
My wife's moans grew more intense as she felt the texture of his tongue. I pictured her wrapping her hands around Managing Director Choi's head and offering her breasts to him.
Inside my own pants, my cock was now standing so stiff it felt ready to burst, twitching with need.
Fuck... I shouldn't be like this. Please stop.
I hated the thing between my legs for getting hard while I watched my wife being violated. Yet my cock, oblivious to my heart, seemed to beg to shoot its load right away.
"Hoo... are you wet?"
Crude words spilled from Managing Director Choi's mouth. His breathing quickened as he licked at my wife's nipples.
"Heuk.... heup....!"
"Slurp... haah... hngh..."
Every time her nipples swayed under Managing Director Choi's tongue, lewd moans rose from both of them.
Fuck... that piece-of-shit bastard.
As I felt my wife's breathing grow hotter and hotter, rage toward him surged up again.
"Ah... no!"
A sudden urgent cry burst from my wife's mouth. It seemed Managing Director Choi's hand was trying to explore somewhere else on her body.
"Tsk... hold still."
His voice trembled with excitement as he groped her. He looked like a man barely holding back the lust burning for her.
"Stop. Not there..."
"Shh... quiet. You'll wake your husband."
"Haeup....!"
His hand began to probe some part of her. The soft, rubbing friction that reached my ears only stoked my imagination further.
Where? Where is he touching...?
"Soaking wet, aren't you...?"
At last a sly laugh slipped from Managing Director Choi's mouth. Even without seeing him I knew exactly what expression he was wearing.
"This wet?"
"It's embarrassing..."
Squish... squish...
Something thick and sticky would be coating the hand that was exploring my wife's body.
"Shall I take them off for you? No... maybe you should take them off yourself?"
Pleasure colored Managing Director Choi's voice. He was savoring every second of this excitement.
"Slowly. Take them off slowly. Like a striptease."
This fucking bastard...
The sheer insolence of ordering another man's wife to take off her panties made my teeth grind.
"What? You want to start with the panties? Why so impatient? There's an order to these things. Take the skirt off first."
"Haa...."
A sigh-laced moan escaped my wife's lips. I could almost see the ivory skirt sliding down under her hands.
Her full, rounded ass would be hanging right within reach of Managing Director Choi's hands.
Sssrrrk...
"Hoo..."
My wife was left wearing nothing but a scrap of fabric the size of a palm. I pictured her shyly trying to hide the pubic hair peeking out.
"Look at this. You're dripping all over."
Staring at my wife's fully exposed sex, Managing Director Choi toyed with her cruelly.
"Please stop looking... it's embarrassing..."
"When you're this wet?"
"Heuk....!"
A hot cry burst from my wife's mouth.
What was that?
Did Managing Director Choi just grab her pussy?
Sweet saliva was already gathering in my own mouth.
What's happening in there...?
"Pull the panties down."
Managing Director Choi's urgent, excited voice came through. Rough breathing rode every word.
"I can't..."
"I'll do it for you."
Sssrrrk....
"Haa...."
The palm-sized scrap of cloth was being peeled away from her plump ass.