My Wife's Bikini (2)
"Together? With who?"
My wife's head tilted at the sudden suggestion. Between the folds of her sheer gown, the pale swell of her breasts lay fully bare.
Hah...
Unbidden, an image rose in my mind — her hanging off her ex-boyfriend's arm in nothing but a tank top, smiling so wide it lit up everything around her. My wife looking happier than anyone alive. Her body had been even fresher then, even more vibrant. How many men must have burned themselves raw wanting her.
"That trainer."
"Jang-woo?"
Jang-woo...?
She used to call him Coach. Now it was just Jang-woo. The way she said his name had grown so easy, so familiar — like calling out to some neighborhood older brother. It told me exactly how close the two of them had become.
"Is it really okay if I go with Jang-woo?"
"Yeah. Want to give him a call?"
"Do I have to...?"
Her eyes held a question as she looked at me.
"Yahoo! This is awesome! A spontaneous trip — and to the beach, no less!"
Fuck...
By the time I came back to myself, the steering wheel was already in my hands. Summer music flooded the car, and the guy bouncing in the seat beside me was already draining every last drop of my energy.
Why the hell did this guy come along?
The one sitting next to me, shouting and belting out songs at full volume, was Soo-hyuk — the part-timer from the gym. He'd had a joint session scheduled with my wife today too, so he'd simply tagged along with Jang-woo.
That much was fine.
But why... was he sitting in the passenger seat next to me?
At my wife's last-minute invitation, Jang-woo and Soo-hyuk had agreed without a second's hesitation. Their faces lit up even brighter than last time, as if they'd been waiting for exactly this.
I pulled up to the gym in a car that had only just finished repairs, and two burly, solidly built men loaded their bags into the trunk. Then Soo-hyuk climbed straight into the passenger seat.
"Hey, hyung! Long time no see!"
Man... he's bright.
In a flashy Hawaiian shirt, black sunglasses, and shorts, he looked every bit the summer vacationer.
"You're heading to the East Sea, right? I know the roads well. I'm from Gangneung, you know."
"Ah... is that so?"
Soo-hyuk was already wearing me out with things I hadn't even asked.
"Hello."
A deep voice. A solid man in a black tank top and neon pants pushed his way into the car. His thick muscles seemed ready to burst the seams of my small vehicle. Jang-woo.
"Oh... oh, you're here?"
"Hyung. Why the formal speech? We agreed to talk casually last time."
His deep, resonant voice filled the whole car. For a moment I saw it again — that massive cock of his, spraying cum all over my wife's face.
"D-did we?"
And so my beloved wife settled naturally into the seat diagonally behind me. She might have been startled by the sudden trip preparations, but the moment they appeared, color seemed to return to her face.
"Whoa! Seung-yeon, you look gorgeous today!"
Soo-hyuk twisted around toward my wife and started chatting her up. And no wonder — she was wearing a tight white T-shirt with short denim cutoffs underneath. Clothes she used to wear on dates with me back when she was still a virgin.
The snug denim shorts hugged her pale, thick thighs. Those two legs, gleaming with even more bounce under the sunlight, were more than enough to pull any man's eyes.
Gulp...
Watching my wife soak up their gazes, a sweet rush of saliva rose unbidden in my throat.
Especially every time Jang-woo, sitting beside her, cast a sidelong glance between her thighs — the image of his cum smeared across her face from last night came flooding back.
He thinks I don't know...
My wife's face, gasping in awe at Jang-woo's massive cock. That pure expression, mouth open in wonder, as thick ropes of cum poured over her — the image set my imagination racing.
No... no... don't do this.
I shook my head, gripping the wheel. There was no need to dwell on her past with Jang-woo.
As my counselor Lee Hwa-soo had said, I needed to focus on establishing a new kind of relationship with my wife.
I'm the husband. I'm Seung-yeon's husband.
No matter how hard Jang-woo struggled, my beloved wife had only me.
"Let's go!"
I was pretty excited myself about the outing after so long. Looking at those two young, vigorous males, I almost felt like I was remembering my own younger days.
Back at their age, I used to hit Daecheon and Gyeongpo all the time...
Memories of piling into a car with a bunch of friends, going girl-hunting at the clam-grill places in Daecheon. Days of ogling the women who showed up and trading dirty jokes. There'd been a few brief flings with girls I met there, but those were nothing more than scraps of memory now, buried deep.
"Hyung. Are you going in the water?"
"The water? Well... I hadn't really thought about it."
"Can you swim?"
"No. I can't."
"What, you never even learned?"
Whether it was just his nature, Soo-hyuk kept chattering nonstop the whole way. His endless stream of nonsense was already making me crave a beer.
Ah... maybe I shouldn't have brought him.
I'd brought Soo-hyuk along because just having Jang-woo would have felt too awkward. But now it felt like I was the only one suffering for it.
Before long we hit the highway, and as I focused on driving, Jang-woo and my wife carried on a quiet conversation in the back seat.
As expected, their main shared interests were workouts and diet. My wife seized the chance to ask Jang-woo about everything she'd been curious about during her training.
And Jang-woo explained each point with surprising seriousness and warmth. Speaking in a gentle tone, he would occasionally flex those thick muscles of his, drawing her gaze.
"Here. See how it tenses up here?"
"Oh... here?"
Blue veins rose along Jang-woo's arm, and my wife's eyes went wide. He brought that massively pumped forearm right up to her face.
"Go ahead and touch it."
"Ah..."
My wife's hand wrapped around Jang-woo's forearm. She pressed into it, stroked it with her palm. I could have sworn her face flushed red as she touched his arm.
"It's so big..."
Something shy in her voice — completely different from the way she usually spoke to me.
Their conversation didn't last long. As we left Seoul, the traffic started to build. On a day when we should have been flying down the road, the packed highway slowly drained away the excitement that had been building earlier.
I was in rough shape myself. Having barely slept a wink all night, my condition was far from good. My eyes were bloodshot red, and for some reason my skin looked lifeless and slack.
Just hang on a little longer...
Even Soo-hyuk, who'd been chattering so loudly, had gone fairly quiet.
What? Is he asleep?
I couldn't tell behind the sunglasses, but he seemed to have dozed off with his head turned toward the window.
The back seat where my wife sat was the same. My beloved wife had also fallen into a deep sleep, lulled by the drowsy weather and the air conditioning. Her red lips parted as soft, even breaths escaped them.
Is everyone asleep...?
Hmm?
I'd thought everyone was out cold, but I wasn't the only one awake. Jang-woo in the back seat still had his eyes wide open, looking at his phone.
But... what the hell was that bastard doing?
Watching him through the rearview mirror, I could see his gaze keep drifting toward my sleeping wife.
Her legs had loosened slightly as she breathed softly in her sleep. Those pale thighs, squeezed into her hot pants, were spread wider than before.
"Hoo..."
Any man would have been drawn to the sight of her like that. Even Jang-woo, who had no shortage of women throwing themselves at him, was no exception.
Her hot pants barely covered that plump ass of hers, and the frayed hem design made her look even wilder, even younger.
It was an outfit that had gotten me plenty hard back in our dating days, too.
Thud...
Huh?
My sleeping wife's head lolled to the side. She came to rest against Jang-woo's broad, broad shoulder.
Fuck...
As if it weren't enough that Jang-woo was already openly ogling her legs, she herself had taken a step closer to him.
But the soft breaths she was making made it clear she was truly asleep. With no intention of leaning on him at all, she simply breathed in and out with an innocent face.
Jang-woo gently adjusted my wife's face where it rested against him. He even lowered his shoulder a little so she could lean more comfortably.
This fucking bastard... with her husband sitting right in front of him?
"Ahem... ahem..."
Watching the whole thing through the rearview mirror, I cleared my throat for no real reason. Anger flared at Jang-woo for openly offering his shoulder to another man's woman right in front of me.
But my wife didn't wake. Her face settled against his solid shoulder, long hair falling across her features.
Is my beloved wife really asleep? I wondered what expression she was making behind that curtain of hair.
With every breath she took in and out, the soft mounds of her breasts trembled inside her white T-shirt.
I pressed down on the accelerator for no good reason, hoping the vibration of the car might naturally wake her.
Screeeech...!
F-fuck.
I nearly rear-ended someone. With all my attention on my wife, of course I couldn't drive properly.
At the sudden hard stop, her face pitched forward.
"Hngh...!"
Huh!?
Something my eyes could not accept unfolded before me. As her head fell forward, a hand shot out to catch her firmly. Jang-woo's large hand, startled, closed around the area of her breast.
My wife's full, soft breast — packed tight inside her white T-shirt — was crushed against Jang-woo's palm.
"Oh my...!"
Startled, my wife lifted her head. Her expression was still hazy with sleep.
Fuck... this isn't how it was supposed to go.
From the very start, nothing was going the way I wanted.