Humiliation or Pleasure? (1)
Ha… this isn't how it was supposed to go.
Everything was unfolding completely differently from what I'd expected. This was a trip I'd proposed myself, for the sake of repairing my relationship with the wife I loved…
And yet, for the entire journey, there had been no husband in me. I'd been dragged around by the woman I loved and two animals, reduced to playing chauffeur and attendant.
"Establish your stature in front of your wife. Women, as animals, are vulnerable to masculinity. Aren't you older than them? Don't you hold a higher social position?"
"Still… do I really have to go that far?"
"That's just how women are. They may pretend otherwise to your face, but in the end they're drawn to the highest alpha."
"But… looks-wise and everything else, I fall pretty short compared to them."
"Your confidence has dropped quite a bit, hasn't it. You're Seung-yeon's husband. If you have so little faith in yourself, how is Seung-yeon supposed to trust and follow you?"
Lee Hwa-soo, my private counselor, spoke with absolute conviction.
Masculinity…
The word for a man's sexual appeal had never suited me. I'd always believed my greatest charm was simply being a warm, considerate husband who loved her with everything I had.
And yet…
I was watching it with my own eyes. The way my wife was changing. She was revealing, in front of two young, vigorous men, sides of herself she had never once shown me in all our years together.
Was Lee Hwa-soo's coaching wrong?
Or was I simply failing at it?
Or was there something else I didn't understand…
Watching her undress in front of other men sent thoughts cascading one after another.
Self-reproach. Self-loathing. A thick, dark depression was swallowing me whole, as if all of this were somehow my fault.
And in the meantime, the situation was growing steadily more serious.
"Oh my…"
My wife stared straight at Su-hyeok's throbbing cock. Jang-woo's hand pressed firmly against her face.
"See? It's nothing."
Jang-woo spoke as if it were no big deal. Caught in the grip of his thick, muscular arm, my wife's face trembled.
"Noona, you're so innocent. We're all grown adults here."
Su-hyeok, cock out and twitching, wore a smile of his own. He even made a show of bringing it closer to her face, as if inviting the woman I loved to get a better look.
"Ah… all right…"
In the end, my wife caved to their scheme. Reluctantly, she fixed her gaze on Su-hyeok's crotch. The tips of her ears seemed to burn even redder.
Looking thoroughly satisfied, Su-hyeok flexed his cock toward her, a full smile on his lips.
The head of his cock, blue veins standing out along the shaft, twitched as if it might burst right in front of her face.
Gulp…
"Haa…"
Hot breath escaped both our mouths at once. My wife staring at Su-hyeok's young, vigorous cock; me staring at her doing it—we were both getting aroused.
"It's big, right?"
"Haa… yes…"
"Is hyung-nim's this big too?"
Mine? Why the hell was he suddenly bringing up the size of my dick!
She slowly shook her head from side to side.
Fuck… I had nothing to say.
Even to my eyes, Su-hyeok's cock looked at least one and a half times the size of mine. And more than that, the pale shaft flushed with red looked almost appetizing—like a thick, juicy sausage.
"Pfft…"
Su-hyeok's laughter burst out. That sneer felt like it was hitting me right in the gut.
"Want to touch it?"
Out of nowhere, Jang-woo offered the suggestion while looking at her.
What?
"Excuse me?"
"Go on, touch it once. It's fine. Su-hyeok, you don't mind, right?"
"Of course not. It's noona, not some stranger. Gotta give her the chance."
Su-hyeok answered Jang-woo's question in a sly, oily voice. His body leaned closer and closer toward my wife.
Was it because she was already past her limit with the alcohol? Or was there something about Jang-woo she simply couldn't refuse?
She couldn't actively reject their proposal.
"I… I don't want to…"
Her arms tensed as she tried to pull free of Jang-woo's grip. Unfortunately, escaping his hold was no easy thing.
"Hurry up."
Su-hyeok's cock was now right in front of her face. If he pressed in even a little more, his pubic mound would have been rubbing against her.
Those… those fucking bastards!
"Ah… all right…!"
As the cock closed in on her face, my wife hurriedly stopped them. Su-hyeok's glans was aimed at her lips, mere centimeters away.
"Haa…"
Her hand, moving toward Su-hyeok's cock against her own will, trembled violently.
Seung-yeon, don't…
Gulp…
Forced to watch her like that, my insides were burning black. Of course, completely contrary to my feelings, a thin strand of precum was dangling from the tip of my own cock.
"Haa…"
"Huk…!"
Gasps burst from both my wife and Su-hyeok at the same time. Her slender fingers slowly closed around his cock. Holding that long sausage, she flicked her fingers away as if she had no idea what to do with it.
"Noona's hands… they're so sexy."
Su-hyeok, too, seemed to be heating up; his body trembled under her delicate touch.
"How is it? Hard, right?"
"Huh? Uh… yeah…"
She managed to get the words out while still holding Su-hyeok's cock. Jang-woo and Su-hyeok both wore broad smiles, clearly entertained by her reaction.
"Could you move it back and forth a little?"
"What…?"
"I've been standing this whole time and my stomach really hurts."
In an instant, Su-hyeok's hand went to her. Gripping the hand that was already wrapped around his cock, he began forcing it to move.
"Wh-what are you doing!?"
My wife tried to shake his hand off in shock, but Su-hyeok didn't budge.
Ssslick… ssslick…
The sound of her hand rubbing against Su-hyeok's cock filled the living room.
"Hoo… it's so soft I'm about to cum already. Go a little faster."
His demands grew more aggressive by the second. Even as he crossed the line, Jang-woo made no move to stop him—he simply stood by in silence.
"I… I don't want to! Let go."
"Shh… you'll wake hyung-nim."
"Jang-woo-ssi… what is this right now?"
When Su-hyeok still wouldn't move, she turned to Jang-woo, her voice shaking badly with panic.
Jang-woo gave no answer. Instead, he gripped her shoulder tightly so she couldn't escape Su-hyeok's arm.
"I saw everything last time."
"S-saw what?"
"At Jang-woo hyung's place. The two of you massaging and playing around at night. I saw it all."
"What…?"
What the hell did he just say!?
What Su-hyeok was talking about seemed to be last night's incident between Jang-woo and my wife. The night thick ropes of cum from Jang-woo's thick, blue-veined cock had painted her face.
In my memory, Su-hyeok had been asleep in the next room. I'd even checked that he was sleeping…
My wife looked every bit as stunned as I felt.
"Th-that… what do you mean…?"
"I heard hyung-nim's been a eunuch for a long time."
"What?"
Fuck. What the hell was this now.
"I heard it from Jang-woo hyung."
"Jang-woo-ssi…"
My wife turned her eyes toward Jang-woo. Something unspeakable seemed to be held in her gaze.
"You said you needed help."
What?
Suddenly I remembered what Jang-woo had said that morning. The way he'd looked at me, as if gauging how much I knew—it had bothered me quite a bit.
So my gut had been right.
Were my wife and Jang-woo closer than I'd thought…
"I'm disappointed… I was only asking for advice about a personal problem."
She sounded angry. Or was it disappointment in Jang-woo? Betrayal toward him was thick in her voice.
"Pfft. You should be thanking me."
A sneer settled on Jang-woo's face.
Thank him? For what?
"What do you mean?"
My wife tilted her head as well, clearly not understanding.
"Just wait a bit. I'll go bring hyung-nim over."
What?
Jang-woo stood up, saying something I couldn't make sense of. The thick outline of his fully erect cock was clearly visible through his underwear.
"What are you doing!?"
My wife twisted her body in anger at the sight of him, but Su-hyeok's hands caught her at once.
"Just wait."
What… what is this?
Jang-woo rose, and his gaze turned toward the room where I was. Then he began walking slowly in my direction.
F… fuck.
I'd been watching every single thing they did through the crack in the door. Jang-woo suddenly walking straight toward me left me with no choice but to panic.
Sss…
I held my breath as tightly as I could and lay down on the bed. Then I started trying to even out my ragged breathing.
I forced my bloodshot eyes shut, as if nothing at all had happened.
"Huk… hoo…"
Thud… thud…
Even lying on the bed, my racing heart refused to settle. As Jang-woo's footsteps drew closer, ragged breaths kept leaking roughly from my mouth.
Thud… thud…
Creeeak…!
"The door's open, huh?"
Shit…
Jang-woo's deep voice filled the room.
"Hoo… hoo…"
Thud…
I could feel Jang-woo's presence standing right in front of me. Eyes closed, I prayed for this moment to pass quickly—for morning to come without anything happening.
"Get up. I know you're not asleep."
Fuck…