The Beginning of Corruption (3)
Nothing matters more between a husband and wife than honesty. Trust is born from a relationship built on truth, and only then can love be fully preserved.
"Thank you. For understanding."
I had no intention of keeping secrets from the wife I loved. No matter how shocking something might be, being able to hold each other through it was what made a true marriage.
"Want to go out and get some air for a bit today?"
Looking at her face, still marked with the traces of heavy crying, I wanted to take her outside. I needed a change of scenery myself.
"You want to?"
"Yeah. Let's head out to the suburbs, look at some flowers, grab dinner, and come back."
"Okay."
My beloved wife smiled faintly. For a moment, it seemed as if light itself was radiating from her smiling face.
How could she be this beautiful, this lovely? I felt foolish for ever thinking I would end everything with her.
"I'll go get ready, then."
My wife showered quickly and began drying her hair. Even the sight of her in nothing but a white bathrobe, drying her hair with a blow dryer, felt strangely erotic to me.
"Why are you staring like that... You're making me blush."
Sensing my gaze fixed on her, her face flushed red.
In that moment, a strange, peculiar fantasy bloomed in my mind.
"Seung-yeon. What are you going to wear today?"
"Hmm? I haven't decided yet, but it's hot out, so I was thinking of a dress."
"I'd like it if you wore something short."
"What's gotten into you? You never care about what I wear."
"Yeah... just because. And there's one more thing I want to ask..."
"What is it?"
I leaned in and whispered softly into my wife's ear. A fresh, fruity scent seemed to rise from her body, still warm from the shower.
"What...? How could you ask that?"
My wife stared at me in shock at what I'd said. Looking at me with those widened eyes, she looked rather adorable.
"Why not? You said you'd help me."
"Even so, that's a bit much..."
She wore an awkward expression. Before I knew it, her pale face had taken on a faint flush.
"I'll wait outside, then. Get ready and come out soon."
I kissed her on the cheek and waited for her in the living room. As I waited, a strange sense of anticipation stirred in my mind.
"Honey... I'm ready."
How much time had passed? My wife finished getting ready and opened the bedroom door.
"Wow..."
My eyes went wide as I waited in the living room. Dressed up for our first date in a long while, she nearly took my breath away.
"Babe... You're so beautiful. I mean it."
My beloved wife had let her long wavy hair fall to her shoulders and done a full face of makeup. With her cheeks flushed a soft pink, she looked like an innocent college student strolling across campus.
The outfit she'd chosen for going out was a white dress that barely covered her thighs. Made of a light, fluttering fabric, it threatened to reveal her rear with every step she took — almost, but not quite.
"Really? You like it?"
Seeing her beam at me with that wide smile, I nearly fell in love all over again.
"Come over here."
I called her over from where I sat on the sofa. Seemingly self-conscious about the short skirt, she held the back of it and approached me slowly.
I slowly slipped my hand beneath her white dress. I felt her body flinch at the sudden touch of my hand.
"Oh..."
"Honey... I'm embarrassed..."
She gripped my hand beneath her skirt, looking shy. Her cheeks flushed an even deeper red.
Nothing caught against my hand — nothing that should have been there. Despite a dress length that barely covered her rear, she wasn't wearing any underwear.
And one more thing.
Through the dress, the soft feel of her bare skin came through completely. When I pushed my hand further between her thighs, I felt the coarse texture of her pubic hair directly.
She wasn't even wearing panties.
"Honey... haah..."
She let out a hot breath, seeming embarrassed, and pulled away from my hand. On the tips of my fingers that had been stroking between her legs, a moist wetness clung.
Already...?
For reasons I couldn't quite explain, I wanted to enjoy a different kind of date with her today. I also wanted to confirm whether I could truly get hard because of my wife.
A skirt that short, and no panties.
No one would ever be able to imagine it. And since we'd be traveling by car, there was no risk of anyone finding out.
"Babe. I don't think I can do this..."
She looked at me hesitantly as she spoke. She seemed to find the sensation of going without underwear quite awkward.
"Babe. I was just curious. I wanted to try something different for once."
"Still, this feels like a bit much..."
"Just this once. If it works, maybe my thing will come back to life."
"Hah..."
I glanced down at my crotch as I persuaded her. Since she somewhat shared my concern about the erectile problem, she had no choice but to nod.
"Let's go already."
When my wife picked up her sneakers to put them on, her smooth thighs were fully exposed. From even a slightly lower angle, her firm, plump rear would have been completely visible.
"Babe! Don't look. It's embarrassing..."
The way she shot me a sidelong glance felt so endearing. Before I knew it, her earlobes had turned bright red.
I opened the door, and as we waited for the elevator, my wife pressed herself tightly against my side. Worried her fluttering dress might ride up, she clutched the hem firmly with one hand.
"Hello. Heading out somewhere?"
Someone spoke to us as we waited for the elevator. Looking closer, it was the man who lived next door. A couple around our age lived in the unit beside ours.
We were the kind of neighbors who only exchanged greetings when we happened to pass each other. He seemed to be heading out for recycling while leaving his wife at home — a bundle of plastic bottles and bags was clutched in his hand.
"Ah. Hello. We're just heading out."
I wasn't particularly pleased by the sudden greeting, but since he was a neighbor, I returned it.
"Ah. I see."
An awkward silence settled over us as we waited for the elevator. The man stood about ten centimeters taller than me. Always wearing black horn-rimmed glasses and dressed neatly in a suit, he looked like some securities guy from Yeouido.
Ding.
"After you."
When the elevator arrived, we each gestured for the other to board first. As we both hesitated, waiting for the other to go, my wife's body bumped into his.
"Oh... oh my!"
"Oops."
The plastic bottles he'd been holding slipped from his grip and began rolling across the floor with a series of hollow clatters.
"Ah. It's fine. I'll pick them up."
Quite a number of bottles and cans had spilled onto the floor, and we scrambled awkwardly to gather them up.
"I'm so sorry, that was my fault..."
My wife kept tucking her hair behind her ear as she picked up the bottles from the ground. In that moment, she seemed to have completely forgotten that she was wearing nothing underneath her dress.
Huh? Where is he looking?
As my wife crouched down and leaned forward, the full swell of her breasts came into plain view.
"Hah..."
In that instant, I felt the neighbor's gaze plunge straight into her cleavage. Today, my wife wasn't just going without panties — she was braless as well.
I didn't realize she wasn't wearing a bra either.
"Ahem... ahem..."
Thanks to the loose, billowing dress, her cleavage was fully exposed, and the man was searching for somewhere else to look. He tried his best not to stare in her direction, but with bottles scattered all over, he could naturally steal glances at her breasts.
Fuck... What a lecherous bastard.
I'd barely had any relationship with this next-door neighbor, but a sudden curiosity took hold of me. Deliberately, I pushed a fallen bottle toward my wife.
"Honey. There's one over here too."
When my wife turned her back toward me, I could sense the rear of her dress riding up as she crouched. In the eyes of the man stealing glances at her, the plump underside of her ass would have been fully visible.
"Ahem... ahem...!"
He kept clearing his throat.
Had he realized she wasn't wearing panties?
Was my wife aware of his gaze?
In that moment, a tingling stimulation surged from somewhere deep between my legs.
"Th-that's all of them."
Even as he picked up the last item, the man kept glancing at my wife's breasts until the very end. I could see that the front of his pants was bulging more than before.
Ding.
"Th-then, take care."
The man fled the elevator as if escaping.
"Why is he running off like that? Did I mess up that badly?"
My wife smiled sweetly at me, looking completely clueless. Seeing her like that, an even greater wave of excitement washed over me for reasons I couldn't explain.
What if I hadn't been there? Would that man have stared at my wife more boldly? Or maybe even...?
Lewd fantasies kept rising endlessly in my mind. Looking at my wife's flushed, reddened skin, I found myself looking forward to our secretive date even more.