My Wife's Bikini (1)
"What could possibly be the matter at this hour?"
Even though I'd called him in the dead of night, his voice was perfectly calm — as if he were the sort of man who was routinely awake at times like these. Somewhere in the background, I could even hear a murmur of noise around him.
"Ah..."
I couldn't bring myself to speak. I had no idea where to even begin.
"Did you do what I asked...?"
"Yes..."
"Something unusual, then."
"....Yes."
"One moment... Let me get somewhere I can properly listen."
The noise around him gradually faded. He seemed to be moving somewhere he could take a longer call.
Beep. Click...
"Ah. Thank you for waiting. I've stepped into my car."
He cut straight to the point. Calling at this ungodly hour was strange enough on its own — and then there was the tremor in my voice. I could hear a faint edge of excitement even in his breathing.
"I opened my wife's phone."
"Well done. Was there... another man?"
My body flinched at the question before I could even think. Another man... I still had no idea how much I should tell him.
"You need to be honest with me. Everything, from start to finish. That's the only way we achieve what we both want."
"Well.... My wife and her trainer have been messaging each other."
"What about?"
"Ah... Nothing too serious. Checking in on each other, talking about staying in shape...."
"And?"
"They were sharing photos of their bodies. Checking each other's progress."
"Nude?"
"No... My wife was wearing underwear, top and bottom. But the trainer's photos barely covered the essentials."
My voice tightened as I forced the words out. I could feel sweet saliva pooling in my mouth. It was like confessing the secret of the king's donkey ears to a bamboo grove — a strange, illicit thrill rising from some corner of my chest.
"That trainer's intentions are rather transparent."
He was thinking the same thing I was.
"Yes... And..."
"And? What else happened?"
Lee Hwa-soo waited for the rest in a voice that was almost unnervingly composed.
"My wife had saved his photos to her phone."
"Hmm...."
The moment I finished, a low sound of appreciation came through the receiver. Listening to my wife's half-transgression, he seemed more than a little stirred himself.
"What do you suppose Seung-yeon did with those photos?"
"I... I don't know..."
I couldn't answer easily. My imagination had already gone to her pinching and rolling her nipples while staring at Jang-woo's pictures — but I couldn't bring myself to say that out loud.
"Is that everything?"
"Ah... There's one more thing..."
"Go on, then. You've got me curious."
There was a faint flush in his voice. It felt as though my story had set his own private imagination running.
"Well... I looked through my wife's old photos."
"Old photos... From previous men?"
He understood instantly. For someone who introduced himself as a professional, his instincts were remarkably sharp.
"What kind of photos were they?"
"Travel pictures of my wife with her exes... And screenshots from video calls where they'd been having intimate conversations..."
My voice was shaking just getting the words out. Was it even right to talk about her like this? The thought of laying bare my wife and myself to a complete stranger I'd never even seen face-to-face left me deeply uneasy.
"Hah... Perfectly ordinary, in its way. How did that make you feel, as her husband?"
"I don't know... Betrayed. Angry..."
"And aroused?"
"Yes...."
"Did you masturbate?"
"....Yes."
"Good. That's a perfectly natural response."
He was encouraging me through my confusion — as if everything I was doing was only natural, as if calling him had been the right decision all along.
"What is it you want to do?"
"I don't know... Right now I'm just so confused... I honestly don't know."
I meant it. The only reason I'd called him was because I needed someone to listen. The betrayal and the arousal I felt toward my wife, existing side by side — how many people in the world could understand that?
"All right... Let's revisit our goal for a moment. Restoring a complete relationship with Seung-yeon. Body and mind, both. Correct?"
"That's right...."
"Then let's move on to the next step."
Gulp...
In that heavy, measured tone of his, Lee Hwa-soo laid out the next phase of the plan with methodical clarity. There was a certainty in his voice — and something like anticipation.
Even as he spoke, he kept drawing answers out of me, checking my resolve at every turn. I couldn't put my finger on it exactly, but one thing was unmistakable: the man was extraordinarily skilled with words.
"You understand?"
"Yes..."
"You're more than capable of this. And if it gets difficult, you can always come to me."
"Ah... Okay..."
"Oh, and one more thing — I'll need you to send me a few photos of Seung-yeon."
"What? Photos of my wife?"
"Of course. I need to know Seung-yeon if we're going to continue these sessions properly."
I barely remembered what he said after that. Images of my wife from the past kept flooding back, and my cock swelled and softened over and over.
And sending him photos of my wife? What the hell was he scheming?
I couldn't quite accept the request — but I also couldn't refuse a man who was counseling me this seriously.
I unlocked my phone and sent Lee Hwa-soo a few pictures from our trips.
One of her at the beach, laughing in nothing but a white tank top and shorts — her pale thighs on full display, every curve of her body laid bare. And another from a friend's wedding: a tight black skirt and a white blouse, a completely different atmosphere from the beach shot.
Innocence and sex appeal. Elegance and glamour. Every photo was saturated with the full range of her charms, woven together seamlessly.
Lee Hwa-soo replied the moment he received the photos. I had no idea what he might do while picturing my wife — and yet, somehow, he was the one person I found myself trusting.
Hah....
When the call ended, a strange emptiness settled over the quiet room. I went back inside. My wife was still asleep, her full breasts rising and falling with each soft breath.
She'd turned toward my side of the bed, her slip ridden up, and those thick, lush thighs filled my vision.
"Mmm...."
She made a little nasal sound at my presence, and she looked so beautiful it hurt. I wanted to lay my cock against that smooth, bare skin — no makeup, nothing — and rub myself against her...
But the lust that had been surging through me minutes ago, watching those videos of her and her ex, had vanished without a trace.
It looked like I was going to be spending the rest of the night wide awake.
"Honey. Are you up?"
When had I fallen asleep? Brilliant sunlight flooded my vision. Even with my eyes still closed, I could tell the sun was already high.
That soft, gentle voice waking me, same as always. My beloved wife's voice, warm with love for me.
"Mm.... Yeah...."
I rubbed my eyes and sat up. There she was at the vanity, wearing a bathrobe, smoothing cream over her face.
"You going... somewhere?"
"Yeah. It's a workout day, remember?"
She glanced over while applying lip balm and gave me a little smile. In the sunlight, she looked almost unbearably beautiful.
Working out on the weekend, too.
The photos of Jang-woo on her phone last night came flooding back.
Fuck....
Seeing her in her workout clothes only made Jang-woo's face rise more vividly in my mind, and my mood soured. I could picture her posing shyly in front of the mirror, taking pictures to send him.
"Could you skip it today?"
"All of a sudden? Why?"
She looked at me, startled by the unexpected question. A faint flush colored her lightly made-up cheeks.
Hoo...
Something hot rose in my chest. And then, suddenly, I remembered Lee Hwa-soo's next instruction from last night's call.
"I want to go somewhere with you. The beach, or a valley stream — somewhere. It's been forever since we went anywhere."
"The beach? Out of nowhere...?"
She paused, considering my sudden proposal.
"Yeah. I really want to go with you today. Could you cancel the workout?"
"Hmm..."
Her hesitation deepened. It must have been a standing appointment. She was always at her most alive when she left for the gym. Giving up a planned session wouldn't be easy.
"Okay! Fine. Let's go."
"What?"
"I said let's go."
"Really...?"
"Yeah!"
Her answer caught me off guard. She was nodding readily, smiling.
That was my Seung-yeon. Always putting me first.
"Just a sec — let me call and cancel."
She picked up her phone and started to dial.
"W-wait!"
My voice came out urgent.
"What is it?"
My beloved wife looked at me.
Gulp...
Sweet saliva pooled in my mouth before I could speak. I could almost hear Lee Hwa-soo's deep voice from last night, right in my ear.
"If it's all right... maybe we should ask him to come with us?"
Looking at my wife's elegant face, my voice trembled slightly as I asked.
