My Wife's Bikini (3)
“Whoa... the ocean!”
Soo-hyuk, who had been sitting beside me, was already awake and ramping his energy back up again. The vast East Sea stretched out before us. My whole body had been wound tight from watching my wife and Jang-woo the entire drive; now a dull ache was settling into my muscles.
In the back seat, my wife wore a soft smile at the corners of her mouth, clearly stirred by the sight of the ocean after so long.
“Hyung-nim. You worked hard.”
“Babe. You did great. You must be exhausted.”
The place we had booked was a pension right on the beach. The season sat awkwardly between off-peak and peak, so we had managed to snag a room—though it had cost us a little extra, of course.
My beloved wife brushed her fingers once across my face, then turned to dig through her bags. I hadn’t noticed while she was sitting, but her denim shorts were so short that from behind it looked like the lower curve of her ass might slip into view at any second.
Had she been doing that many glute workouts lately… or had she simply put on a little more flesh? The combination of her thick thighs and full hips pulled my eyes without effort.
“Seung-yeon-ssi. Let me take that.”
Jang-woo didn’t even bother thanking me; he was already busy looking after my wife. For a second the image of him stealing glances at her legs from the back seat flashed through my mind—along with the way he had “accidentally” touched her breasts when I hit the brakes.
Yeah. Pure coincidence, right?
You’re redefining your relationship with Seung-yeon-ssi. Do not let yourself be shaken.
Last night’s conversation with my counselor, Lee Hwa-soo, rose in my memory. No matter what Jang-woo did, I was not to waver. The most important thing was the bond between me and my wife—he had drilled that into me again and again.
All right. Let’s start over.
The purpose of this trip was to repair my relationship with my wife. I wanted the distance that had opened between us to close, to become something solid and whole again. I felt a little sorry for Jang-woo, but he was nothing more than a tool to help us get there.
“How about we change and head down to the water?”
“Oh, sounds good. I’m already ready, actually.”
Jang-woo and Soo-hyuk were already geared up to go. Soo-hyuk had thrown on shorts and a short-sleeve tee and even had a tube he’d scavenged from somewhere looped over one arm. My beloved wife was still in the corner, sorting through her bags.
“Seung-yeon. Change and come out to the beach right in front. There’ll be a lot of people, so make sure you find us.”
“Okay. You guys go first. I’ll change and come out.”
The slight, excited smile on her face was so lovely. Seeing her in a good mood after so long without a trip made my shoulders lift with pride for no real reason.
“It feels so good coming here with you.”
“Same here. I love you, Seung-yeon.”
“Mwah…”
I pressed my lips over her soft ones. Her mouth was moist, and the sweet scent of her perfume teased the tip of my nose.
How long had it been since I’d felt this simple married happiness? Everyday moments I would have brushed past without a thought now felt precious beyond measure.
Yeah. This is it.
“Hyung-nim, aren’t you coming out?!”
Haa…
Just when I was finally enjoying a quiet moment alone with my wife. These gym guys were never any help. Jang-woo and Soo-hyuk had already finished every last bit of preparation and were waiting out front of the pension.
“You’re going like that?”
Soo-hyuk was one thing, but Jang-woo’s outfit was pretty bare. He had even ditched the tank top he’d been wearing earlier; his thick, heavily muscled upper body was fully on display. He had also swapped into short swim trunks that clung tight around his thigh muscles. With that bronze skin and those massive muscles, he looked like the protagonist of some Japanese manga.
“Why? Weird?”
He flexed his chest without the slightest self-consciousness. Honestly, even as a guy looking at another guy, it was a body that drew the eye.
Compared to him, I was wearing the black Adidas shorts I used for early-morning soccer and a loose white T-shirt on top. Perfectly ordinary Korean-guy beachwear—yet somehow, standing next to the two of them, I felt shabby. Probably just my imagination.
“Damn… there’s a ton of people.”
Soo-hyuk’s eyes started darting everywhere. It wasn’t full vacation season yet, but this stretch of beach was already overflowing. Parasols were spread out under the thirty-plus-degree heat, and people were already deep into their water play.
“Whoa, this is killer.”
Behind his sunglasses, Soo-hyuk’s gaze swept the crowd. No wonder—most of the people showing off among the throng were young women. Every one of them was flaunting their fresh, toned bodies as they strolled the beach. If I were still single, my eyes would have gone to them too.
For guys in their prime like Jang-woo and Soo-hyuk, it must have been even worse.
One strange thing, though: the young women walking past kept glancing our way. More precisely—not at us, but at Jang-woo and Soo-hyuk.
Jang-woo, showing off that bronze, heavily built physique, was an obvious magnet, but the women were also stealing looks at Soo-hyuk with his pretty-boy face. Their eyes flicked back and forth quickly.
Jang-woo and Soo-hyuk seemed used to the attention; they didn’t look away from those stares.
“The ocean!”
Soo-hyuk charged into the water first. The way he cut across the sand looked just like a little kid.
Jang-woo and I started claiming a spot under a parasol. Being alone with the quiet Jang-woo still felt awkward. He didn’t seem especially eager to start a conversation either.
“Did you get home all right last time?”
While he was arranging the bags, Jang-woo suddenly asked me out of nowhere. A faint smile hung on his face.
This bastard. He was actually bringing that up?
“Yeah. Thanks to you, we had a good time and got home fine.”
I clenched my molars and forced the words out as casually as I could. For a second the image of thick ropes of cum erupting from Jang-woo’s massive cock and covering my beloved Seung-yeon’s face flashed through my mind.
Drip… drip…
I could almost see those dense drops of semen sliding off her clean face right in front of me.
I could tell that the monstrous thing was sitting inside those tight swim trunks of his.
“That’s a relief. Nothing happened between you two, I hope?”
“Nothing? What do you mean, nothing?”
“Never mind. Don’t worry about it.”
What the hell. Was this bastard testing me?
Jang-woo’s question grated, but I decided not to dwell on it. What mattered more than the past was right now—the present.
Do not let yourself be shaken. Focus only on your wife.
I could almost hear Lee Hwa-soo’s firm, deep voice.
“But why isn’t Seung-yeon-ssi coming?”
Having roughly finished arranging things, Jang-woo started looking around. The parasols nearby were already nearly full.
“Yeah… I wonder if she’ll be able to find us.”
My wife already had a terrible sense of direction; I was starting to worry she might not make it through this crowd.
“Why aren’t you guys coming in?! The water’s crazy cold and good!”
Soo-hyuk had already gone in and come back out; water was dripping steadily from his body. He looked pleased, color returning to his pale face.
“Huh? Isn’t that Seung-yeon-ssi over there?”
Soo-hyuk’s gaze swung behind me and Jang-woo. At the same time, both of us turned our heads.
“Hah…”
My beloved wife Seung-yeon was walking slowly across the sand toward us. The heated sand must have been scorching; she was tip-toeing barefoot. Looking at her, I couldn’t stop the sound of pure admiration from leaving my mouth.
“Whoa…”
Soo-hyuk was the same. Just a moment ago he had been side-eyeing the women at the next parasol; now his entire focus locked onto my wife in an instant.
The wife walking toward us was wearing a bikini. Shoulder-length wavy hair, bikini on her body—the sight of her simply demanded admiration.
Her full, high breasts were openly displayed. Below her narrow waist, her flared hips and plump ass showed off their shape. The sunlight made her white, thick thighs gleam, and the eyes of the men around us were already turning toward her.
She came tip-toeing, almost skipping. Every time she took a step toward us, the breasts barely contained by the swimsuit bounced up and down.
She’s beautiful…
Wait… but…
Her outfit looked strangely familiar to my eyes. I was certain I had seen that bikini before.
A white bikini…
Ah!
The bikini my beloved wife was wearing was the exact same one from the video last night—the one she had worn on that overseas trip with her ex-boyfriend.
The white bikini she had been wearing while smiling brightly, pressed up against a strange man.
Fuck…
She had acted so shy with me, saying it was the first time she was wearing something like this. Looking at the woman walking toward me now, none of that shyness seemed to exist.
“Ah, it’s hot…! I finally found you.”
She must have been searching for us from a distance; she was slightly out of breath, and the sight of her was so fresh and lovely.
“Whoa… Seung-yeon-ssi, you’re so pretty.”
Soo-hyuk was making a fuss over her. I could easily imagine how thoroughly his eyes were raking her body up and down behind those sunglasses.
“Really? I’m embarrassed…”
My wife made a shy little gesture of covering her breasts with both hands. Blue veins stood out sexily across the soft mounds.
“The special training definitely paid off.”
“Wow! Really?”
My wife seemed even happier at Jang-woo’s words. He took her by the shoulders and turned her front to back, examining her body in detail. The way his hands ran over her smooth lines looked far too familiar.
Fuck…
My wife didn’t seem to find that touch unpleasant or awkward either.
“Honey. Isn’t that outfit a little too revealing?”
After watching them, the words that left my mouth couldn’t come out gently. Only then did my wife look into my eyes and smile softly.
“This…? Is it a bit much?”
“Come on, what are you talking about. This is totally normal. Our Seung-yeon-ssi could wear something even more open and it would still be fine.”
“That’s right. Hyung-nim, you’re pretty conservative.”
When my wife tilted her head, Soo-hyuk and Jang-woo cut in and blocked my words. Their eyes naturally stayed on her body, and their hands drifted toward the line of her ass; I felt a faint stir at the front of my own shorts.
“If you don’t like it, honey, I’ll go change.”
As expected… my beloved wife never took my words lightly. She looked a little flustered, waiting for my answer.
“Aww, it’s fine. Right, hyung-nim? It’s fine, right?”
“Huh? Uh… yeah, I guess. The room’s pretty far anyway.”
Soo-hyuk’s attitude as he pressed me for an answer was almost coercive. Right after that he grabbed my wife’s wrist and turned his back toward the beach.
“All right. Let’s go!”
“Let’s move!”
“Babe, I’m going in the water. You come in too.”
Wedged between Jang-woo and Soo-hyuk, she headed for the ocean. The full, round ass that the tiny scraps of bikini couldn’t cover swayed and jiggled with every step.