Wife and Two Beasts (3)
“Wow....”
“Seung-yeon’s lower body is really something....”
“Don’t look... it’s embarrassing.”
“You know it too, right? Every guy who walks past ends up staring at your ass and thighs, don’t they?”
“That’s not true...”
“It’s white yet firm, so of course it draws the eye. All that working out paid off, huh?”
The sound of something being peeled off my wife’s body. Then the admiring gasps from Jang-woo and Su-hyeok that followed made my heart thrash beyond any control.
Something that had fallen limply from her. Judging by their conversation, both the T-shirt and shorts she’d been wearing seemed to have been completely stripped away.
Is she still wearing underwear...?
“Seung-yeon, can I just feel your thighs once? They look insanely springy.”
“That’s so embarrassing... no. I’m a married woman, you know.”
Was it the alcohol? Her voice trembled ever so slightly.
So if she weren’t married, it would be fine?
“You’re really married? If I’d met you outside I would’ve gotten your number for sure.”
Su-hyeok’s teasing was climbing higher and higher. Imagining him toying with my wife, that playful glint thick in his eyes, sent a serious rage boiling up inside me.
“Just so there’s no misunderstanding— I can’t take anything else off. No, I won’t. I only stripped because the last penalty was basically bikini level...”
My wife drew a firm line with Su-hyeok, her voice more resolute than before.
That’s right. That’s how my wife should be.
“Come on~ What’s that supposed to mean? A game’s a game. Look at all these penalty shots stacked up here.”
“Ugh... fine, I’ll roll...”
Clatter....
The dice tumbled from her hand and skittered across the floor.
“Whoa!”
“Oh no.”
Then their gasps of surprise. This time it was my wife who was cheering brightly.
“Su-hyeok, you gonna be okay?”
A faint smile colored her voice. She seemed thrilled that she hadn’t been the one hit. What the hell had come up?
I couldn’t stand the curiosity any longer and slowly turned the doorknob.
Creeeak...
Through the narrow gap I could see them. Completely absorbed in the game, they hadn’t even noticed the door opening.
Fuck....
My prediction had been dead on. My beloved wife sat with her back to me, every curve of her body on full display.
She was wearing only a black bra and black panties, head tilted slightly forward. Jang-woo sat to her right, Su-hyeok to her left.
They too wore nothing but their briefs. Bodies packed with muscle, radiating raw masculinity that snagged the eye.
The thick male scent rolling off them was helped along by the cocks that were already blatantly tenting their underwear.
Did my wife look at their crotches the same way I am?
The sickness had flared up again. The moment I saw them with my own eyes, blood started flooding into the thing that had been dead between my legs.
Tsk... this isn’t right.
Just watching my wife sitting there with two other men was enough to send the stopped clock of my cock racing forward again.
“Hurry up and drink.”
My wife looked at Su-hyeok as she spoke. Apparently he was the one who’d drawn the penalty this round.
“What? How am I supposed to drink this!”
Su-hyeok picked up the glass, swirling the liquid, and scowled as if there was no way he could down it. The dense muscle covering his body caught the light and looked even more solid.
“Aww... then what do we do? Should we just stop here?”
My wife seized on his words as if she’d been waiting for the chance to end the game. Even from where I stood the amount of liquor in that glass looked enormous—almost a whole bowl.
“Stop? No way in hell.”
“Excuse me?”
A smile played across Su-hyeok’s flushed face. He slowly rose from his seat.
In that instant his heavily tented cock swayed and pointed straight toward my wife’s face. His hand was already resting on the waistband of his briefs.
“You’re not seriously thinking of taking that off, are you?”
“That’s exactly what I’m thinking.”
“Are you crazy?”
Startled by his brazen attitude, my wife turned her head away. The heat blooming across her face from the alcohol was something I’d never seen before. In all our dating and married life she had never gotten this drunk.
“Why not? It’s a game, right? I absolutely refuse to drink this.”
Instead Su-hyeok was the one trying to persuade her.
“What? So you’re saying you’ll strip? That’s not okay...”
She blurted it out in flustered surprise.
“Why not?”
Jang-woo’s deep voice cut in from the side where he’d been quietly watching everything. The look he gave my wife said, Why are you making such a big deal out of this?
That fucking bastard.
“No... even you, Jang-woo? Up to this point I can call it a game, but... this is different.”
“Because you’re embarrassed?”
“Of course. We’re grown adults...”
Faced with Jang-woo and Su-hyeok’s shameless confidence, my wife was fighting alone.
Seung-yeon, you’re doing great. Just hang on a little longer.
“Then Seung-yeon can be the black knight.”
“What?”
“A game has to be finished properly. Seung-yeon takes the black knight role and drinks this.”
Jang-woo snatched the glass from Su-hyeok’s hand and thrust it toward her. Everyone else’s faces were flushed red, yet he looked completely unaffected.
“How am I supposed to drink this...”
My wife’s expression turned troubled. The woman who had spoken so firmly to Su-hyeok just moments ago seemed to lose a little of her edge under Jang-woo’s words.
“Then you take the penalty.”
“Still, that feels a bit... why don’t we just stop here?”
Under Jang-woo’s unyielding tone her voice shrank. His face was completely serious, not a trace of a smile.
“It’ll kill the mood.”
When she still wouldn’t yield easily, Jang-woo looked over at Su-hyeok. Su-hyeok still had his hand on his briefs, simply listening. The thick outline of his cock straining inside the fabric was plain to see.
“Aww, noona. I’m disappointed. You’re really gonna be like this?”
Since when has he been calling her noona?
Unlike Jang-woo, Su-hyeok coaxed her with a coaxing, almost pouty voice. My wife kept turning her head away, as if ashamed that her eyes kept drifting toward his briefs.
“Still, this isn’t right...”
“Then you’ll be the black knight for me?”
“I can’t... if I drink this I’m done for.”
“See? I’m the one who has to take the penalty.”
“Ah....”
Jang-woo and Su-hyeok’s relentless persuasion continued. Her toes were fidgeting with tension.
Suddenly the room went quiet. Both men’s gazes locked onto my wife.
No—three of us, including me. All waiting for her next answer.
“Haa...”
She let out a deep breath. I couldn’t see her face from here, but I was dying to know what expression she wore.
By now blood had flooded so hard into my cock that it was thrashing against my pants, fully erect.
“Alright then. Since noona’s okay with it... game on again!”
Su-hyeok’s excited voice shattered the silence. His hand, still resting on his waist, slowly began to push downward.
Gulp...
“Oh my...”
Sssslip....
Holy shit....
The briefs slid down those split thighs and ended up clutched in his hand. Every eye in the room locked onto the place where his cock stood fully erect, pointing at the ceiling and twitching.
Even as another man I had to admit it was impressive. The shaft, faintly flushed to match his pale skin and laced with blue veins, looked obscenely erotic.
“Hup...!”
He deliberately clenched his sphincter. In time with the breath he let out, that towering cock bobbed up and down. Su-hyeok positioned his crotch right in front of my wife’s face. A cock that easily looked twenty centimeters long was swaying right before her eyes.
Fuck... it’s huge.
“Oh my... what do I do...”
My wife turned her head away in embarrassment. That refined, demure face of hers was already burning hot from the alcohol and the atmosphere.
“Not bad.”
Jang-woo looked at Su-hyeok’s cock and broke into a broad smile.
“Hey, don’t touch!”
He reached out as if he might grab it, joking around to lighten the mood.
“Seung-yeon. Look. It’s fine.”
Jang-woo’s heavy voice directed at my wife. Then he moved closer to her as she kept her face turned away, unable to look.
When his body pressed near hers, the contrast between her white skin and his massive bronze frame became stark.
Gulp...
“Don’t turn your head.”
Jang-woo’s hand wrapped around her shoulder. The moment he touched her, her body flinched.
“Look.”
Su-hyeok kept grinning as he stroked his own cock, lifting it up and down toward my wife again and again.
These animal bastards...
They were clearly violating my beloved wife. She had fallen into the scheme of these two oversized brutes whose only assets were their size and their cocks.
My own cock was already swollen to the point of bursting, screaming to be touched, but the last scrap of pride I had left refused to allow even that.
“Oh my....”
Guided by Jang-woo’s hand, my wife’s face turned and came face-to-face with Su-hyeok’s twitching cock. Her fidgeting toes clenched tight.
Jang-woo was slowly pushing her face toward Su-hyeok’s crotch.