Wife is Not a Whore (3)
Was he watching me? His quick reply and even asking about my well-being made my heart race rapidly.
[Yes. I did, but...]
I sent him a message cautiously. My fingers trembled as if from the sudden situation.
[Is there some problem?]
Soon, a reply came from him.
[Is there a conflict between you and your wife?]
How did he know...?
[Yes... That's right. We fought after it ended.]
[You and your wife were both first-timers. Was the invited man not inexperienced?]
He spoke with the air of someone who knew everything, predicting what had happened between me and her. Some unknown trust was building in me.
[Inexperienced invited men with high enthusiasm are likely to mess up the job. Especially for those like you, the husband, who are first-timers with invited experience, a more skilled invited man is needed.]
[Ah... Is that so? I didn't know.]
[May I ask your age?]
[My wife is in her late twenties, and I'm in my thirties.]
Before I knew it, I was sharing my personal information with him.
[Hmm... Since your wife is still young, the shock must be even greater.]
[Yes... I think so. It seems like I won't invite anyone again.]
[It's quite common. Do you want to keep doing it, husband?]
[What? Ah... I guess so...]
I hesitated about how much to tell him. I could see his rhythmic dialogue inducing skills were excellent.
Who is this guy?
[Do you need counseling? I can help solve the problem with your wife.]
He asked directly, having figured out my situation to some extent. I was leaning towards needing expert help for the unfamiliar things I was experiencing.
Counseling... counseling...
[What should I do...?]
[You only need to follow two promises.]
Promises?
[First. You must trust me. Trust with me is more important than anything. Especially, you must tell me everything about your wife, every move and every breath.]
His words were without hesitation. He spoke firmly as if there were already established rules.
[Do you agree?]
[Yes...]
I answered his question cautiously.
Let's see how it goes.
[Second. You must do as I say. To solve the problem with your wife, you have to slowly and gradually loosen your wife's heart.]
Trust me, do as I say.
He explained two simple rules at length. Anyone would agree that his verbal skills were outstanding.
[Do you agree?]
[Yes... I'll do that.]
[Good. To provide counseling, I need basic personal information.]
Personal information?
[Your wife's name, age, height, weight, hobbies, family relationships, relationships with friends, and all the men she has met before, you must tell me everything.]
What...?
A feeling of my head going hazy came from his words. Exposing my wife's personal information in an anonymous space was not an easy thing to do.
More than anything, if someone I know finds out... my and her social reputation would be ruined.
[Personal information is a bit cautious...]
[You didn't follow the first rule. I knew you would. Then, whenever you feel your mind is clear, come back anytime. If you want, you can contact me at this number.]
He replied with the tone of someone who had expected my answer. He even told me his personal phone number that looked like his number.
No matter how much of a counselor, to reveal his own number in a place like this. I couldn't understand what he was thinking.
[Then, if you need it, call me.]
After leaving the words, his status changed to offline.
What the hell is this guy...?
I had been sucked into his conversation helplessly.
Should I really trust him?
Suddenly, the disappointed face of my beloved wife flashed in my mind. She was a woman who had never experienced or imagined the word 'invited' with her pure and elegant image.
Yet, for me, for her husband, she was offering her private parts selflessly. But I was only disappointing her by not being able to stand up for myself.
Fuck...
Yeah. There's no more place to fall.
Let's try.
Before I knew it, my hand was pressing the number of this anonymous man, Lee Hwa-soo.
Swallow...
The call tone rang, and tense saliva filled my mouth. I wanted to press the end call button immediately, but recalling my wife's face, I couldn't do it.
Fuck. I have to believe him to get back on track.
"Hello?"
A thick man's voice flowed from the phone. Without any intonation, calm tone, he was as smooth as the tone of his voice.
"Ah... Yes...."
The moment I called, words didn't come out easily from my mouth. I didn't know what to talk about first.
"Is this the person who requested counseling on Robra just now?"
He immediately identified me as the owner of the phone.
"Ah... Yes, that's right."
"You called quickly. Has your mind changed?"
His voice became a bit milder.
"I don't mean it changed so much as... I want to understand it slowly."
"Even just by calling like this, it shows that the husband has gathered courage. You followed the first rule of trust."
"Ah... Yes..."
He continued with his thick voice. His fluent speech made my ears perk up.
"What do you want?"
"What do you want?"
"Yes. There are various types of counseling like this. Some people get excited just by taking away the wife, and some have specific purposes."
Purpose...
"The desired degree and method are all different. There are people who just want to show their wife's body, and people who want their wife to have a relationship with another man."
He shot prepared lines as if waiting. His tone like a doctor examining a patient naturally gave me trust.
"I... I can only get an erection when my wife has something with another man."
"Psychogenic erectile dysfunction, right?"
What the hell is this person?
With one word of mine, he identified my illness.
"You must have been through a lot of worry and concern."
He even comforted me.
"Well. Now, tell me as it comes to mind."
"As it comes to mind?"
"Yes. What is your wife's appearance like, what is her personality, what sex positions does she like, everything about your wife."
His voice became firm. His verbal skills that suppressed me with just his thick voice were truly amazing.
"Ah... My wife is a very pure and elegant woman. That's why I married her..."
Was I hypnotized? I started talking about everything about my wife, Seung-yeon.
Meeting my wife, personality, appearance, and recent events and my wife's reactions. As things came to mind, I shared everything about Seung-yeon with him.
"Hmm... So that's what happened."
He listened to my words silently. When I mentioned the incident with Trainer Jang-woo and the story with Choi Sang-mu, I felt a heavy something rising in my chest.
"Oh..."
Especially when describing the reacting wife, the man reacted greatly. It seemed to him as if the body of the pure and elegant image of the wife reacted first, which was interesting to him.
"Well, that's it for now..."
I cautiously finished talking about my wife. He was silent for a moment.
"I roughly understand what kind of person your wife is. Let's start by trying to restore the relationship with your wife."
"What?"
The words "so soon?" almost came out.
"Your wife should not have any reluctance in exposing her own body again. That is the first step."
"Exposing...?"
"Yes."
"Ah. What is your wife's name?"
"Seung-yeon."
I answered with my wife's name to his sudden question.
"Since Seung-yeon has experienced no bra and no panties, there will be little burden regarding that."
He immediately called my wife Seung-yeon instead of calling her wife. His words calling my wife's name a bit displeased me, but I soon ignored it.
"Still... My wife won't do such things again."
"Seung-yeon should do it herself."
"What?"
"Seung-yeon should be made to do it herself."
"Is that... possible?"
"First, I need to look at Seung-yeon's lifestyle. Your wife is almost always at home, right?"
"Yes... Almost always at home."
"Does she go out anywhere?"
"Except when exercising..."
"Got it."
"What?"
"The only place where there is contact with men. We have to start from there."
"Exercising...?"
Suddenly, the thick cock of Trainer Jang-woo came to mind. The lewd excitement surged as the image of my wife's face covered in his cum from his cock overlapped.
"Earlier, you said the trainer came on your wife's face, right?"
From his tone emphasizing the word 'came', I felt excitement.
"Yes..."
"It doesn't seem that difficult."
"Then... what should I do?"
"We have to create an event that seems accidental but is inevitable."
"What?"
What kind of bullshit is this.
"First, let's check your wife's phone."
"What!?"
From his voice, a sinister feeling was felt.