My Wife Is Not a Whore (2)
"Ahh... it hurts...!"
I had set out on a date with my wife full of anticipation, only to come home carrying nothing but a deep wound. I lay with my head in her lap, biting back cries as the ointment she dabbed on stung against my skin.
The burn of the salve was nothing next to the shame of facing the woman I loved.
"Does it hurt? What am I going to do with you..."
My beloved wife looked down at me, her face full of worry. Resting against her thighs, I caught that sweet scent I adored rising from her body.
"Yeah... it stings."
"I told you. Why did you have to jump in like that..."
"What was I supposed to do, just stand there? He was trying to take you."
"Ugh... and you can't even fight..."
"What? If I put my mind to it, a guy like that is nothing—ah! That burns!"
"Pfft... just bear with it."
Her mood had softened considerably from before. A little bravado put a smile on her face, and with it, some of the weight lifted from my chest.
Fortunately, she had no idea I had been watching long before I charged in. Seeing me throw myself at that thug seemed to have been enough to melt her anger.
"That bastard should have run into me properly."
"How did you even find the courage?"
"Wouldn't you have done the same in my place?"
"Ugh... just don't get hurt again. It kills me to see you like this."
My kind wife. That was who Seung-yeon had always been—someone who looked after me before herself. A woman who trusted me, no matter what.
"Then never leave my side again. No matter how angry you get."
"Okay. I won't. I'm sorry, honey."
"I... I love you."
She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine. For a moment I felt the soft swell of her breasts brush against my forehead, her faint, intimate scent wrapping around us in a sweetness that made the air thick.
Any other night I would have laid her down and traced my tongue over those breasts—but not now. Once again I cursed the cock that refused to stir for her.
Even on the way home, countless men had stolen looks at her. On the train, the man sitting across from us had kept his eyes fixed between her legs.
"He keeps staring..."
She had whispered it to me, barely managing to press her open thighs together. Still reeling from the beating I had taken, I could do nothing for her.
And yet even then, my body had answered first.
The moment that stranger's sidelong glance slid between my wife's legs, a sharp, electric jolt shot through the tip of my cock.
Hah...! Not this again.
I dropped a hand over the front of my pants, trying to hide the outline of my rising shaft. The men across from us were raking their eyes up and down my wife.
Fucking bastards.
Did they know it by instinct—that the woman beside me was wearing neither panties nor a bra? Beneath the hem of the dress that barely covered her thighs, her smooth bare legs stretched out in full view.
That pale, firm lower body of hers was pure provocation to their eyes.
Hah...
Right up until we got off, the men kept pretending not to look while they drank her in. The instant their gazes locked onto the white curve of her ass, a thin bead of precum seemed to gather at the tip of my cock.
"Haahng... haahk... haeup...!"
I saw her again—moaning around a thick cock that looked well over twenty centimeters, legs spread wide for a complete stranger, her voice thick with heat.
"What are you thinking about?"
The moment I pictured the nerd's semen running down between her thighs, my wife spoke.
"Ah... nothing. Just that you went through a lot today."
"Yeah... I'm never going out like that again. Don't ask me to. Okay?"
Hah... I'm fucked.
She had clearly gone on the defensive. The half-willing, half-doubtful woman who had left for that date was gone; this one was someone else entirely.
And of course she was. Thinking of the Seung-yeon I knew, nothing like today should ever have been possible—or allowed.
My refined, modest wife. It wasn't only her manner; even the way she dressed was conservative. On the rare day she wore anything remotely revealing, she would cover her chest with one hand before bending to pick something up.
I had loved that about her...
Now all I could do was sigh at how far I myself had fallen.
"Th-then... let's never do that again. I'm sorry, honey."
"Don't say you're sorry... you did it for us."
Either way, I was trapped in an even tighter corner. My cock showed no sign of recovery, and after this experience my wife looked ready to refuse anything dangerous ever again.
Fine. I'll just become a monk.
There was only one way forward. Forget desire and live without it.
"I love you, honey."
I pressed my mouth to her soft lips. This much intimacy would have to be enough.
If I had to live the rest of my life as a eunuch? Even considering it for a second felt like half my life being torn away. I would have to thrash and drown inside a hell that might never end.
Fuck...
It did not take long for my wife and me to slip back into ordinary life. I returned to the office; she returned to being a housewife, each of us doing our best in our roles.
We buried the memory of that secret date as if it had never happened. On the surface, nothing seemed wrong between us—yet every night, the moment darkness fell, a heavy gloom settled over the bed.
"Still nothing...?"
"Yeah... still no real feeling."
"Huuuh..."
"Want me to use my hand at least?"
"No... it's fine. I'm going to wash up."
She wiped the sweat from her face after sucking on my soft, useless cock. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, and disappointment filled her eyes.
"Sorry..."
"I told you not to say you're sorry."
I had nothing left to offer the wife who was comforting me instead. We had tried again and again to reclaim what we once had, but my cock would not move at all.
Think. Think...!
I dragged up the moments that had once made me hard. A stranger's semen smeared across my wife's face for the first time. A man's cock slamming mercilessly into her cunt. The filthy hands filming between her spread legs.
The thoughts should have been electric—but the memories were too faint, and blood only half-threatened to gather in my shaft.
"Suck me..."
"Huuuh..."
Even begging my wife—who was already half-hearted about sucking me—ended in failure every time.
Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me!
Was it only my imagination that I heard a deep sigh from her lips once she was alone in the bathroom? Left on the bed after she walked away, all that remained for me was emptiness and regret.
Try again?
For a second I considered proposing another secret date—then shook my head. She would never agree.
Right. My wife is not a whore. My wife is the only woman I love.
I repeated the words like a charm, trying to shove the filthy thoughts out of my head.
There has to be some way...
I could not give up here. Swallowing the irritation that kept surging up, I logged into Robra.
Robra was the underground adult site where I had found the nerd who had fucked my wife's cunt without mercy.
I had posted only one thread there. Under the title [First Come, First Served — One Spot], I had uploaded a photo of my wife with her face mosaicked out.
It was the same picture she used as her KakaoTalk profile—Seung-yeon in a dress that fell to her knees. Even with her face hidden, the soft swell of her breasts under the fabric and the clean line of her lower body were more than enough to draw every man's eye.
The hastily written post already had dozens of applications underneath it.
It got this much attention?
Reading through the dozens of comments and private messages under my wife's photo, I could not quite hide the quiet satisfaction blooming in my chest.
That's my Seung-yeon...
Years into marriage, she was still a beautiful woman by anyone's measure. She had kept that fresh, youthful look, and it was more than enough to hold a man's interest.
Hm?
One message stood out from the rest.
Neto coaching specialist...?
The sender of that eye-catching message used the ID LeeHwaSoo.
I clicked his profile and scrolled through his timeline. A handful of what looked like thank-you notes were posted there.
Are these... reviews?
Attached to their posts were photos of women with their faces mosaicked out.
A woman with her legs spread, taking a cock. A woman outdoors, bare-chested, stripping out of her clothes. A woman with two men's cocks in her mouth...
Images so filthy I could never have imagined them on my own.
Is this actually real?
Something hot flared up inside my chest. Before I knew what I was doing, I had already sent him a message.
Ding.
He already replied?
What is with this guy...?
My heart began to pound hard and fast. For the first time in a long while, I felt a genuine thrill.