Humiliation or Pleasure? (2)
I doubted my own ears. Was my breathing still too ragged and uneven, or had they simply spotted my cock standing stiff and fully erect?
“Get up. Now.”
Jang-woo’s deep voice filled the room. It was nothing like the voice that had been laced with laughter while he toyed with my wife only moments before.
That commanding tone sent a sudden chaos crashing through my head. How the hell was I supposed to act?
Fuck… What is he even thinking?
“Should I help you up?”
“Ugh…”
Persistent bastard. I opened my eyes as naturally as I could, the ones I’d been squeezing shut.
Jang-woo stood in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of briefs, flaunting that absurdly muscular body with an unreadable expression. His torso looked even more pumped than usual.
“What… what’s going on…?”
“You weren’t asleep. I know everything.”
“What…?”
“Come outside. We already know it all.”
His voice toward me was ice-cold. It carried the absolute confidence of someone who knew every secret, mixed with open contempt directed straight at me.
Through the wide-open doorway I could see my beloved wife and Soo-hyuk. My wife wore only a black bra and panties, her curving backside fully exposed.
Where her hand stretched out, she was tightly gripping Soo-hyuk’s massive cock as he stood completely naked, that thick shaft twitching hungrily.
“Let go…!”
My wife kept shaking her body, trying to pull her hand free of his cock, but Soo-hyuk’s strength held her completely still. Every time she applied force it only ended up stroking his cock back and forth.
“Hoo… Did hyung wake up?”
Soo-hyuk asked casually as Jang-woo stepped out of the room. The two of them were accepting the current situation as naturally as if they had planned every second of it.
Fuck… What the hell is going on here?
Jang-woo and Soo-hyuk ravaging my wife. Instead of hiding it from me—her husband—they were brazen about it. Waking me while I slept… what exactly were they planning? My racing thoughts seemed to freeze under the sudden turn of events.
“Hurry up and come out.”
Jang-woo urged me as I hesitated on the bed. He flung the half-open door wide, as if he wanted to show me even more of this scene.
In that moment my beloved wife, Seung-yeon, turned her head and looked at me.
“Honey…”
Her face was flushed red from the alcohol. That voluptuous body, so mismatched with her elegant and pure face, pulled my gaze like a magnet.
Her breasts, swelling plump inside the black bra, jiggled as if they might spill free at any second. That characteristically slender waist and those wide hips… and above them the black panties wrapping her ample buttocks.
Fuck…
My wife’s trembling hand gripping Soo-hyuk’s cock made my heart hammer. My own cock, already fully hard for some time now, began twitching endlessly inside my pants.
“What… what are you doing?”
The first words out of my mouth. I could feel how badly my voice was shaking.
“Why? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“What?”
“We know everything. That hyung isn’t a normal person.”
“What the hell… does that mean! First… let go of that hand!”
I started getting angry, looking back and forth between Jang-woo and Soo-hyuk. No husband could fail to rage at the sight of his beloved wife gripping another man’s cock.
“Really? Should we stop?”
Soo-hyuk suddenly put on an innocent smile again. Blue veins rose on the forearm holding my wife’s arm.
“Th… then! Of course. Do you think this situation makes any sense?”
Now that it had come to this, I had to end it quickly. I still didn’t know what was happening, but one thing was certain: this was a scenario I had never anticipated.
“Pfft…”
Jang-woo beside me snickered. After exchanging a glance with Soo-hyuk he wore an expression as if the whole thing were ridiculous.
“Funny?”
“We already heard everything from Seung-yeon.”
“What?”
“Hyung. You’re a eunuch, right?”
“Wh… what are you talking about!”
Jang-woo was barely holding back a smile, looking ready to burst into laughter.
“We already heard everything from Seung-yeon. Even about hyung’s perverted sexual desires.”
“Perverted sexual desires?”
“That you only get hard when you watch Seung-yeon with other men.”
“What…?”
Jang-woo’s words left me speechless. How much had my wife told him?
“We’ll help you.”
“Help…?”
Jang-woo took a step closer. His massive muscles, gleaming with a coppery sheen, seemed to ripple right in front of my face. Then he leaned in and began whispering into my ear.
“When you were massaging Seung-yeon…”
Gulp…
“You masturbated, right? Soo-hyuk saw the whole thing…”
Fuck…
In that instant I recalled Jang-woo’s thick semen spraying across my wife’s face. Her face covered in cum. Watching those drops of his fall, I had scattered my own semen across the floor.
My face suddenly burned hot. A shame I could never speak of rose up, as if a secret I could tell no one had been completely exposed.
“Wasn’t this the trip you wanted?”
His question held pure confidence and certainty. As if he knew everything, he casually tapped my shoulder, and I couldn’t find a single word to say.
“Let go of this…!”
My wife’s hand was still wrapped around Soo-hyuk’s cock. Even as she cried out for him to release her, Soo-hyuk didn’t budge an inch.
“What should we do?”
Jang-woo asked me in a voice so low my wife couldn’t hear. His chest muscles, looking twice the size of my entire body, captured my gaze completely.
“What do you mean, what should we do?”
“Just stay still. You can handle yourself alone or join in if you want. Just soothe Seung-yeon well.”
This bastard… What the hell is he saying.
“You want me to… watch you guys with my wife?”
“Not ‘you guys.’ Us. We’re the ones doing it with Seung-yeon.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“Hoo… Be a little honest. Hyung just needs to use us. Our goal is also to do it with Seung-yeon. Isn’t that a win-win?”
He glared without looking away, sounding slightly irritated. The confidence filling that low, deep voice somehow left me without the courage to argue back.
Use them…
I could have done that if I wanted. In fact it was true that I had used Jang-woo to get my broken cock hard. Every time his sticky gaze fell on my wife, my cock had reacted immediately.
But still… this wasn’t right. More important than me was my wife. My beloved wife’s will.
“If Seung-yeon allows it…”
“Good. Stay still.”
When I nodded, a smile crossed Jang-woo’s face. Some unknown confidence was making me anxious.
Would my wife comply? Even I didn’t know that far. All I had was the certainty from my cock—twitching and pushing out precum—of how excited I was in this very moment.
Fuck… Am I really a sexual deviant?
Jang-woo immediately locked eyes with Soo-hyuk and nodded. Then he approached my beloved wife. Her face was positioned right in front of his briefs.
“Jang-woo… stop. That’s enough here.”
My wife’s tongue was slightly slurred, but she wasn’t so far gone as to lose her mind. She was fully capable of thinking with her own will. The wife I knew would never agree to this.
Sssss…
“Oh my…!”
Without a word Jang-woo pulled down the briefs fixed at his waist.
“Hup…!”
His thick cock, caught in the fabric, sprang free with a bounce.
Wow…
I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped. The cock I’d seen through the doorway looked even thicker and more substantial up close.
Veins standing out blue, his cock thrusting toward the sky looked easily over twenty centimeters. And the girth… it looked one and a half times thicker than mine, matching those coppery muscles perfectly.
“Wh… what are you doing…!”
She cried out in surprise at Jang-woo’s cock suddenly approaching her face. Already gripping Soo-hyuk’s cock with one hand, my wife barely managed to cover her mouth with the other.
“P… put it away!”
My wife was breathing hard. For some reason even her body seemed to flush red.
Jang-woo pushed his face close to hers again, whispering something into her ear. His expression overflowed with leisure.
……
What is he saying?
She quietly listened to Jang-woo’s words. I could feel her body flinching at the breath he blew into her ear.
Was she wet…
Her nipples and earlobes were the erogenous zones I knew of hers.
When Jang-woo finished speaking, my wife’s head turned toward me.
She was trembling. On her face, flushed red with heat blooming across it, traces of agony rose. Her pupils, staring fixedly at me, trembled finely.
It was as if her expression was asking me, Are you really okay with this?
What the hell did that Jang-woo bastard say…
After locking eyes with me for a few seconds, her head dropped. Then Jang-woo’s hand pulled her face toward his crotch.
Sssss…
Her face followed weakly. Just a few more centimeters and it would touch Jang-woo’s cock, thrusting fully toward the ceiling and twitching.
“Suck it.”
Jang-woo’s deep voice directed at her. Now there wasn’t even a hint of laughter left in it.
Even after hearing his words, my wife seemed to hesitate for a long while. Her trembling body language conveyed every shiver straight to me.
Jang-woo pressed his pubic mound even closer to her. The cock casting a shadow over her lips looked even more lewd under the light.
Seung-yeon…
I couldn’t bear to watch.
My beloved wife hesitated in front of Jang-woo’s cock. Then her red lips parted slightly.
“Haang…”
My wife slowly took Jang-woo’s cock—blue veins standing out and writhing—between her lips.