The Beginning of Corruption (1)
Huff...!
As my beloved wife neared her climax, thick ropes of semen pulsed and erupted from my cock.
I wanted nothing more than to howl and lose myself in the raw pleasure of the moment, but not even a single breath could escape my lips.
“Ah... No!”
Pinned beneath Director Choi, my wife spread her legs wide and cried out at him as he drove home his final, brutal thrusts. His face was flushed dark, veins standing out, as he hammered furiously into her pussy.
Thud... Thud! Thud!!
She shoved at his chest in one last desperate struggle. My beloved wife’s face was already burning crimson, hot breaths spilling from her lips.
“Hngh... Ah... Don’t come inside!”
“Hoo... Tsk... Stay still!”
“Ah—!”
In that instant Director Choi’s thighs shuddered and a deep, throaty moan tore from my wife’s mouth. The hands that had been pushing against his chest suddenly clamped tight around his arms.
“Hhk...! Ah—!”
The thick cry cut off mid-breath. Then her lush ass and thighs began to tremble violently.
“Ah...!”
I knew exactly what was happening. Director Choi was flooding my beloved wife’s pussy with a thick load of his cum.
His cock, buried deep inside her, twitched and jerked. Every pulse poured more of his semen into her cunt until it was overflowing.
“Hah... Hngh...!”
She lay crushed beneath him, taking every drop. The two of them clung together like lovers after a scorching fuck, feeling each other’s trembling bodies.
This fucking bastard...!
My own semen dripped pathetically onto the floor, soaking the boards. More of it than even that night with the trainer, Jang-woo—pathetic white splatters scattered everywhere.
I squeezed the last drop from the cock in my fist, and a filthy, hollow feeling rose in its place. Completely different from the feverish rush of jerking myself raw only moments before.
“Hnn... You can’t just come inside like that...”
Still panting, my wife finally managed to speak. Her voice shook with the leftover heat of her orgasm.
“Hoo... Hoo... Feel good?”
Director Choi’s face slid back into that oily smirk as he grinned down at her. Satisfaction bloomed across his features—the look of a man who had taken everything he wanted.
That fucking piece of shit!
When he pulled his cock free of her pussy, the grotesque thing came out slick with a filthy mix of his cum and her juices. The moment the weight left her, my wife exhaled another hot, shuddering breath.
“Haa... What am I going to do...!”
She covered her face with both hands. From the gaping hole his cock had just left, milky white semen began to trickle out in slow, thick rivulets.
Squelch... Squelch...
When was the last time I had seen cum pouring out of my wife’s pussy? Still spread open, her cunt fluttered and pushed out more of his load.
I wanted to burst in right then and smash his skull open. He stood over her, cock still half-hard and dripping, staring down at my beloved wife’s used pussy with pure satisfaction.
“Hoo... You were a dirty little slut. That grip was incredible. Perfect.”
Watching the cum leak from her, he spat out crude praise. The head of his cock was still coated in cloudy, sticky fluids.
“Hhk... Hhk...”
From behind the hands covering her face, soft sobs began to escape. Every time she hiccupped a wet breath, her full, rounded breasts trembled up and down.
What the hell are you crying for?
A sudden spike of anger toward my own wife flared up. She had given her body for my sake—I knew that—yet the sight of Director Choi’s cum filling her pussy made it impossible not to resent her.
“Hhk... Hhk... You have to keep your promise.”
“After all that moaning? Still thinking about Assistant Manager Kim, huh? Heh.”
She made him swear the promise one more time. Then Director Choi gathered his clothes. I slipped back into the bedroom without even wiping the cum off myself and hid.
If he realized I was awake, the promise would vanish. I couldn’t throw away everything my wife had sold her body for.
Fuck... but this still feels like shit...
A strange thought surfaced. Had she truly sacrificed herself for me? Or had she simply used me as an excuse to feed her own hunger?
She had given the ultimate wifely support with her own body. If Director Choi kept his word, my career would be smooth sailing. I should be on my knees thanking her.
But why...
That sticky, uneasy feeling deep inside refused to fade. I couldn’t forget her face as she took his cock and moaned so hotly.
Those smooth legs spread wide, gasping around the thick shaft buried deep. At the peak, clutching his arms while she took every spurt of his cum into her pussy.
Creeeak...
The bedroom door opened. Someone slipped in and lay down beside me just as I was finally steadying my breath.
I knew instantly it was my beloved wife. She settled next to me as if nothing had happened. A moment later her hand brushed lightly over my back as I lay turned away.
“Huff... Hnn...”
My beloved wife was crying. She was fighting to hold the sobs in, barely managing to keep them silent.
What was she thinking right now? Was she sorry? Did she regret what she had done?
I wanted to grab her and demand answers that very second.
Why did you do it... Why?!
But I had seen everything. I couldn’t.
My wife and I had already crossed a river we could never return from.
Early the next morning Director Choi left. I was the first one up and peeked into the room where he had slept, but he was already gone.
Son of a bitch...
My wife slept a long time. I cleaned up the empty bottles littering the living room while the hellish scenes from the night before kept replaying.
The image of her pinned under him, moaning, refused to leave my head. Concentration was impossible.
“You’re up?”
My beloved wife’s voice reached me. Her eyes were swollen nearly shut, her voice hoarse. She looked pale and bloodless, as if she had cried herself to exhaustion before finally falling asleep.
“Are you sick...?”
I asked as if I knew nothing.
“No. I must have overdone it last night. Hangover, I think.”
“Yeah...”
She barely managed the words. That was her tell—whenever something weighed on her or she was lying. Kind-hearted as she was, she had never been good at deception.
Normally I would have pressed her for every detail, but I already knew everything. I simply didn’t want to bring it up again.
“Did the Director leave...?”
She asked carefully. Her voice trembled ever so slightly.
“Yeah. Looks like he left early this morning.”
“I see... I hope things work out for you.”
“What?”
“Nothing... I just want you to do well at the company.”
My beloved wife forced the words out. For a moment her hollow eyes looked so pitiful it hurt.
“Seung-yeon... You went through so much last night. Thank you...”
Words I wasn’t even sure I meant spilled out. Then I pulled my beloved wife into a tight embrace.
An unfamiliar scent rose from her body. Something completely foreign, something I had never smelled on her before.
“Hhk... Hhk...”
Her body shook against mine. She started crying again.
“What’s wrong, Seung-yeon... Why are you crying?”
“I’m sorry... Honey, I’m so sorry...”
She clutched me even tighter. Her soft, full breasts pressed against my chest, yet my cock stayed completely dead in my pants.
“I’m sorry, honey...”
“It’s okay... You did well, baby...”
She kept apologizing over and over. Believing I knew nothing, she was offering me a genuine, heartfelt apology.
I wish I really hadn’t known...
A bitter ache settled in my chest. Watching her cry, the anger I had felt toward her slowly began to melt away.
Yeah... She was the one who got used...
Seung-yeon sacrificed herself for me.
“It’s okay... It’s okay...”
I stroked her back, gently patting her. That was enough. I couldn’t stand to see my beloved wife suffer any longer.
Yeah. Let’s just forget it.
Some time later she stopped crying and gave me a small, soft smile. That smile was so pure it almost hurt.
“I’ll do better from now on.”
I decided to trust her one more time.
“Thank you. But honey...”
“Hmm?”
“Last night... did you wake up?”
“What?”
My wife stared straight into my face. I could feel her large eyes trembling faintly.