For My Aroused Wife (2)
My beloved wife's slightly tousled hair and half-lidded eyes told me just how aroused she was.
Fuck… I was almost there.
I was starting to resent my cock, which had gone limp right at her entrance. Only moments ago it had been standing proud, blue veins bulging with full swagger. But the second I tried to push inside, the sensation dulled as if the high had simply worn off.
"Haa… haa…"
Every hot breath that spilled from her lips felt like an accusation. Her body was still burning, still slick and ready, nowhere near cooled down.
"I'm sorry, honey…"
"Haa… It's okay…"
The disappointment on her face sent a heavy wave of guilt crashing through me.
I had to do something — anything — to ease that fevered body of hers. If she cooled off now, the letdown she felt toward me would bleed straight back into our marriage. That much was certain.
Find a way. I have to find a way.
Ah—!
In a flash, a website I'd once stumbled across flickered through my mind.
Robra…
Robra was an adults-only community where couples gathered to arrange discreet encounters and trade explicit conversation. It was the kind of place only those in the know ever found, obsessively careful about anonymity, and the membership process had been notoriously strict.
Fortunately, I'd known about it early and signed up in the beginning, which meant I still had posting privileges.
I quickly typed in the location and time, then hit post. A few seconds later I refreshed, and the view count was already climbing fast.
"Just wait a second, honey."
Beneath the hiked-up hem of her dress, her slender waist and open hips were fully exposed. She wasn't wearing panties, and her neatly trimmed mound and thick thighs trembled faintly, still riding out the aftershocks of her arousal.
"Haa… haa…"
"Come with me."
"Huh…? Where are we going?"
Without another word I grabbed her wrist and started pulling her down the building's emergency stairs. The moment we stepped out onto the first floor, signs of life began to stir in what had been an empty space.
"Here. Stay right here."
"What?!"
She startled hard, still clutching my hand. The place I'd dragged her to had a men's restroom sign hanging above the door.
A shared public restroom in a commercial building. Here, I thought, I might be able to give my burning wife a little gift.
"B-baby? What are you talking about? What am I supposed to do in here?"
My beloved wife's eyes went even wider. Her pale skin was flushed scarlet; the heat still bloomed hot across her face.
"Please. Can you do this for me?"
I leaned in close to her ear and laid out the plan that had just taken shape. Her earlobe was still stained a deep red as she listened.
"What…?!"
Once she'd heard everything, her expression twisted with discomfort. She stared at me like she couldn't believe what she'd just been told, her face caught somewhere between shock and disbelief.
"Just—just come on!"
I hauled her by the wrist straight into the men's room. A shared commercial restroom. Mercifully, there was still no one else inside.
I stood her in front of the urinals, then slipped quietly into the stall at the far end and eased the door shut. Through the narrow gap I could see her, stranded and unsure what to do with herself.
Just a little longer. Hold on a little longer.
He should be here any second…
Click…
The restroom door handle turned.
I swallowed hard. A thick, sweet rush of saliva slid down my throat. I had left my beloved wife alone — in a strange place, in a men's bathroom no less.
What if it's just some guy who actually needs to piss? What if it's a cop on neighborhood patrol…?
While my thoughts spun in anxious circles, the man was already closing in on her.
"You're really here."
He was a guy in his early twenties with glasses. At a glance he looked years younger than my wife — shaggy hair, the kind of look that screamed engineering student.
Of all people, this guy.
He was skinny. Rail-thin, the type people call a stick insect. He didn't look like he could overpower anyone if he tried.
This was the man I'd summoned to give my beloved wife pleasure… and disappointment was already flooding my head.
For some reason, Jang-woo the gym trainer flashed through my mind — the one who'd painted her face with cum.
"Pardon…?"
My wife tilted her head, clearly not following. From where I watched, I could see the wetness leaking from her sex, trailing down the inside of her thigh in a glistening line.
Did he seriously see my post and come all the way here?
He had. Less than ten minutes after I'd hit post, a man had shown up to look at my wife.
"Ha… You're really beautiful."
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Behind the lenses, his eyes were surprisingly large, and he used them to rake over her from head to toe.
"Th-this way…"
The guy in glasses started stroking her arm. The moment his fingers met her soft skin, her body gave a little jolt.
"Oh…"
"Whew… You're so gorgeous. Really. I half thought the post was fake. Came here not even sure."
"…"
He kept murmuring to himself when she didn't answer.
"I'm going to start now…"
In a small voice he said it, then slowly laid his hand over her breast. My beloved wife stood there and simply let him have it, offering her chest straight into his palm.
As his hand began to knead her through the fabric, she leaned back against the wall, shy and flushed.
"Whew…"
"Haa…"
With one hand he shoved beneath the hem of her dress. She wasn't wearing a thing underneath — her ass would fill his palm completely.
"Mmnh…"
Her body caught fire all over again in an instant. She bit down hard on her lip as a thick, heavy moan tore free.
Maybe her heavy breathing gave him confidence. His hands turned rougher, more insistent. He hiked her dress all the way up and started groping her ass and thighs in earnest.
The white fabric rolled up, and her neatly trimmed mound was laid bare. Her thighs twitched and trembled under his rough touch.
Al… already?
The second another man started violating my beloved wife's body, blood surged into my cock. The thing that had been hanging limp only moments ago was filling out again, slowly tenting the front of my pants.
Fuck, this is hot.
"W-wait a second…"
She finally managed to get the words out, still offering her ass to his hands.
"Whew… Why?"
The man who'd been pawing at her in full heat stopped and looked at her.
Why, Seung-yeon. Don't stop here.
This is all for you!
"I-I'm nervous, so… could you just do it quickly?"
Words I hadn't expected spilled from my beloved wife's mouth. Quickly? Her big eyes were trembling.
"Quickly? Got it."
"Th-thank you."
Thank you?
Doubt prickled through my mind. Was she really asking him to hurry because this place made her anxious?
Or was it something else…?
He immediately started shoving his pants down. She watched him do it, her face flushed deep pink.
Thud… flop…
His pants dropped uselessly around his ankles, and he peeled his underwear off too.
F… fuck?
"Oh my…!"
A gasp nearly burst from both our mouths at the same time. The cock hanging between his legs was a size I had never seen in my life.
How the hell is it that big?
I felt like an idiot for writing him off as a skinny loser seconds earlier. It had to be over twenty centimeters easy, and the girth was a work of art.
Is that even real?
She was staring at that absurdly heavy cock the same way I was — one hand clamped over her mouth, eyes huge and locked on it.
She couldn't look away, like she'd never seen anything that size before in her life.
Gulp… gulp…
"Ha… I'm going in."
He said it in that awkward, clumsy voice, then wrapped a hand around his massive cock and shoved her back against the wall — as if he had no idea how big he actually was.
"Should I turn around?"
Her voice had climbed a full register higher than before.
Seung-yeon… you really didn't want this, right?
That enormous cock was hunting for the hole right in front of my beloved wife's sex. Her soft pink flesh, already soaked and dripping from my earlier touch, slowly parted.
"Haa…"
"Whew…"
Breathless moans spilled from both of them as he hooked one of her legs up in his hand.
"Can I put it in?"
He asked one last time, checking her face. A deep flush of heat had bloomed all across her delicate features.
Her eyes found him — then slid past him, through the gap in the stall door, and locked on me.
Is this okay?
That was what she seemed to be asking me.
S… Seung-yeon…
Looking at that fevered expression on her face, a strange cocktail of arousal and humiliation hit me all at once.
Is this right?
I couldn't be sure anymore about the choice that had dragged her here on a spike of pure heat.
"Haa…"
A hot breath left her lips as his cock slowly rubbed against her entrance.
Squelch…
Should I stop this?
Her eyes met mine. She looked like she was waiting for an answer.
The wetness pouring from her soft pink pussy was already trailing down her thighs in a glistening sheen.