Pandora's Box (4)
“Hoo...”
Soft, shallow breaths from a man and a woman leaked from the screen. The man gripped the thick outline of his cock straining hard inside his underwear and let out ragged pants.
On another feed, something fell with a soft tap from the breast of my beloved wife, Seung-yeon.
“Ah... baby...”
A rough gasp burst from the man as he stroked himself. The camera that had been framing her face slowly traced the smooth line of her throat and drifted lower.
Just below her collarbone sat a small mole. The same little mark I used to caress, calling it cute whenever I touched her body. A mole I had believed only I knew. It must have looked just as adorable to the men who came before me.
Shit... fuck...
Her breasts filled the frame—so white they looked almost translucent. The bra had already been stripped away, leaving her bare chest completely exposed.
Her soft mounds rose full and round, topped by those distinctive pink nipples. Looking shy, she reached up and covered her areolas and nipples with her hands.
“Ha... baby. You’re so beautiful.”
The man still gripping his cock let out another low sound of awe. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slowly pushed them down.
Thud...
The fabric dropped past his thick thighs and hit the floor. His cock sprang free and filled the screen completely.
Dark veins stood out hard along its length. It wasn’t especially long, but the girth was enormous—easily one and a half times the thickness of mine.
Ha... fuck.
“This is so embarrassing...”
Her voice trembled. But I could hear it—the excitement only I would recognize, threaded through that shy tone. A fine shiver ran beneath her embarrassed words.
“Move your hands.”
He stroked the cock standing stiff toward the ceiling as he spoke. The shaft jerked up and down under his fingertips, already twitching from the stimulation.
“Ah, baby... I’m shy...”
Affection clung to the pet name. Slowly, so slowly, my wife’s hands began to slide away from her areolas.
“Ha....”
Hoo....
The man and I exhaled at the same time. Her pink nipples, now fully revealed, caught the light and looked even more lewd on the screen. Already slightly swollen and stiff, they swayed gently with the soft bounce of her breasts.
“Haa...”
A hot breath spilled from her lips while the man’s hand began pumping his cock faster.
“Heup...!”
On screen, Seung-yeon squeezed one breast hard with her free hand. That ripe, full mound was crushed and kneaded under her own fingers.
“Play with the nipples too.”
His voice had gone rough with arousal. At his command her fingertips began to circle slowly over her areolas.
Ssslick.... ssslick....
“Haang...”
A thick moan slipped out as she caressed her own breasts. Her erogenous zones had always been those pink areolas and the stiff little peaks of her nipples. She almost never touched them herself, so the sight was rare—almost precious.
“Hoo... baby, you’re so fucking sexy...”
“Are you turned on?”
“Yeah. Really. I want you so bad right now.”
His cock jerked rapidly up and down in his fist. Veins stood out blue along the shaft; it looked ready to spit thick ropes of cum at any second, throbbing with raw power.
My beloved wife’s voice trembled faintly too, as if she were getting just as worked up. Her fingers moved with surprising familiarity, pinching and twisting her areolas and nipples in turn.
Fuck... how many times did they do this?
Everything I was watching hit me like a physical blow. Had the woman I loved always been this filthy? The kind of woman who would bare her breasts for a boyfriend far away?
Thoughts I had never once entertained in all our years of marriage crashed over me with crushing force.
“Haang....!”
Her breathy gasps poured raw and clear from the phone speaker. Under her fingertips those full breasts jiggled and swayed, radiating pure lewdness.
“Hoo... is my baby wet too?”
His grip on his cock tightened. The thick thighs and heavy cock on screen, so much larger than mine, stirred something twisted and ugly inside me.
There was no denying it—his cock looked bigger than mine. Fuck...
“Don’t say things like that... it’s embarrassing...”
A small smile bloomed on her face at his question. Even while blushing she never let go of her nipple. Instead she twisted it harder, circling clockwise with deliberate, teasing pressure.
Heup...!
Watching them, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through the cock I had been stroking. My glans was already slick with precum; cum felt ready to erupt at any second.
Ssslick... ssslick...
In the quiet bedroom, lying on my side next to my sleeping wife, I masturbated to her old photos and videos.
For a moment I wondered whether I really needed to go this far—but the guilt of secretly looking through her phone had long since burned away.
This side of her I had never known was feeding me a brand-new kind of excitement I had never felt before.
“Take the bottom off too.”
“What...?”
“Take your panties off. I want to see so bad.”
“I don’t want to...”
She refused, looking flustered by his request.
“Come on. Just once. I just want to look.”
“I don’t want to, baby...”
“Just once. Please, for me.”
“Jong-soo oppa... that’s too much. I don’t want to go that far.”
The flushed, aroused look on her face as she played with her nipples twisted into a frown. But the man clearly had no intention of giving up easily.
“Ha... we were almost there. It’s a little disappointing. Look at this. It’s this hard because of you...”
He flicked his cock with his fingers. The thick shaft bounced against his groin with a heavy, meaty slap.
“Oh my...”
She leaned closer to the screen, startled. A soft little sound seemed to escape between her lips at the sight of his cock.
“Can’t you do it just once...?”
“I don’t think I can...”
Hoo...
Even under his pleading she held firm. Just imagining her spreading her legs and bringing the camera between them sent a fresh surge of heat racing through my cock.
“Come see it in person...”
“Huh?”
“I said come see it yourself...”
“Ah... that’s dirty... baby...”
At her lewd invitation his cock jerked hard in his fist. Thick veins stood out on the back of the hand that could barely wrap around that girth.
“Twist them harder...!”
“Haang... baby...”
“Closer!”
“Haup...”
Obeying him, she brought her breasts even closer to the camera. She wet her fingers with spit and spun her nipples faster. The glistening, saliva-slick peaks filled the entire frame.
“Haang....”
She was moaning openly now.
“Ah-heup.... I’m... I’m gonna cum... baby.”
His eyes were already squeezed shut, riding the rising wave. Thick, cloudy liquid began to well at the tip of that ugly, swollen cock.
“Haang....!”
“Eup... eup... heup...!”
Gulp.... gulp....
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he came hard. The first ropes shot surprisingly far, then more spilled out in thick pulses, soaking the floor of what looked like a hotel room.
“Heup....!”
Ah... no!
Matching the rhythm of his hand, my own orgasm slammed into me. Hot liquid surged up from deep in my gut, raced along my shaft, and began to spurt from the tip of my glans.
“Eup....!”
I clenched my teeth and barely swallowed the sounds of pleasure. Careful not to wake the wife sleeping right beside me, I stroked myself fast and quiet.
“Heup....!”
How long had it been since I’d felt this kind of pleasure from my own hand? I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d shot this much cum alone.
Gulp.... gulp....
The warm, wet pool of semen spreading across my stomach felt almost nostalgic. A sensation I had missed for a very long time.
“Haang....”
To the very end she kept twisting and rolling her nipples. Her pale breasts had turned flushed and red under the pressure of her own palms.
Click....
The video froze on the man’s face twisted in climax.
Fuck....
The pleasure of the orgasm lasted only a moment. Then the original shock, the betrayal, and the irritation all came flooding back at once.
If it had been some other woman, I might have shrugged it off as something that happens. Couples do this kind of thing. I could understand how heated they must have been at that age.
But why did that woman have to be my wife...
It was so different from the demure, pure image she presented now. She had never once offered me dirty talk like that, never once struck a pose that filthy for me.
Hoo... maybe I shouldn’t have watched.
I couldn’t unsee it, yet regret still crept in. Would I be able to look at her face tomorrow morning and act normal?
Would I still be able to smile at her the same way...
Suddenly I wondered how the man who had made her this lewd was doing now. The man who had drawn out a side of my wife I never knew. The man who had made my dead cock stand up again. I wanted to know who he was.
Jong-soo, was it....
She had definitely called him “Jong-soo oppa.” A name I had never heard even once after we got married.
Jong-soo... Jong-soo...
I opened the search bar on her phone and typed the name.
Jong-soo oppa....
Fuck....
There it was, sitting right in her contacts.
She still had his number...
Her ex-boyfriend’s number, never deleted, still saved in my wife’s phone.
Had she never been able to forget him? I couldn’t understand why she would still keep his number after all this time.
“Heung....”
My rustling must have disturbed her. Seung-yeon, who had been facing the other way, rolled onto her back. Without a bra, the thin slip did nothing to hide the soft bounce of her pale breasts.
Fuck...
For a second the image of those full breasts on the screen and her own fingers abusing the nipples flashed over the real ones in front of me. And then the man named Jong-soo, stroking his cock while staring at my wife’s chest.
Seung-yeon... is this the kind of woman you were?
Even after I turned off her phone, the afterimages kept blooming behind my eyes. Sleep was impossible.
Fuck... this isn’t right.
I unlocked my own phone and tapped the number saved under “Lee Hwa-soo.”
Beep.... beep....
“Hello?”
A deep voice came through the receiver.
Fuck....
For a long moment I couldn’t say a word. My beloved wife was still sleeping soundly right beside me.