My Husband's Cock Is the Best (3)
The towel slipped away, baring every curve of my wife's body. Hot steam rose in soft clouds from her white, flawless skin.
"Oh my...!"
Jang-woo's hand closed around her shoulder. Seung-yeon's eyes flew wide in surprise.
"What...?"
Whatever he whispered into her ear made her whip her head toward me, startled.
What the fuck is he doing now?
The whisper went on for a long time. Guided by his touch, her body began to move, slow and reluctant.
"Jang-woo..."
She hesitated. The shock and confusion on her face mirrored my own.
"We'll go in first."
His arm still draped over her bare shoulder, Jang-woo spoke to me. Something unreadable and utterly confident sat in his expression.
Two naked bodies—my wife's flushed skin and Jang-woo's heavy cock swinging freely—looked obscenely perfect together.
"Honey..."
As his hand drew her toward the master bedroom she turned back to me, the question plain on her face: Isn't this over? The sudden move had thrown me just as hard.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Hyung-nim... I need a private word with Seung-yeon. Just the two of us. That all right?"
"Just the two of you?"
"Yeah. You got a problem with that?"
His face hardened in an instant. The thick cock swinging like a heavy pendulum would have cowed most men on the spot.
"You'd better listen to me. Unless you want this whole thing getting out."
He breathed the threat into my ear as casually as if he were commenting on the weather.
Is he... blackmailing me right now?
"Blackmail? If you're curious, come on in. If you don't have the balls, just stay out here and sleep."
I stood there, fists trembling, unable to form a single word. Jang-woo wrapped his arms around my wife again. His massive muscles molded themselves against her soft, springy flesh.
"Honey..."
She could barely speak, eyes locked on me, fear flooding her face.
Click... creak...
The door opened. Jang-woo stepped in first. Behind him, Seung-yeon's slim waist and full, swaying ass looked obscenely erotic.
Just before the door shut she glanced back. Her huge eyes trembled as if she were about to cry.
Bang.
Fuck...
I did nothing. I simply stood there until the door closed in my face.
If—if this ever got out—our social standing would be finished. Not just ours. The company, our families, every friendship we had would take the hit.
I exhaled. My clenched fists shook. A thick, unfamiliar defeat rose in my chest.
"Oh..."
Her soft voice drifted through the door. Jang-woo must have touched her somewhere; the sound was pure surprise.
Should I go in right now?
I remembered the cold look he had given me right before the door closed. That face made it clear his words were not empty.
"Ah—!"
A moan burst out. His mouth must have found some part of her body.
Thud!
"Hah—!"
Something slammed hard against the wall inside. Another moan tore free. What the hell were they doing in there?
"Hngh... haah..."
Thud... thud...
Their bodies must have been pressed against the door; wet moans and heavy friction sounds came through clear and strong.
"Hah—!"
"Hoo..."
I pressed my ear to the wood. Their thick, panting breaths filled my head. Seung-yeon was already breathing hard, body fully heated.
What the fuck is he doing to her?
"Ah—it's too big... it hurts...!"
Squelch...
That wet, filthy sound leaked through the crack. Instantly I saw his thick, solid cock driving into her cunt.
He already put it in?
"Hoo... is mine big? Does it feel good?"
"Hah... I don't know... don't say things like that."
"You like it, so why pretend you don't?"
A faint laugh colored Jang-woo's deep voice. He was clearly enjoying the way he was using her however he pleased.
"No..."
"Have you ever fucked this much before?"
"Haah... no... never..."
"Really? What's the most times you've done it in one day?"
That fucking bastard...
He was digging into every private detail. The oily way he latched onto her every word made my skin crawl.
"Haah... I don't know..."
"Come on. Tell me."
"Four times...?"
"Four? That's it? You've only ever done it four times in a day?"
"Hngh... yeah..."
"With who? Your husband?"
"No... with someone else."
"An ex?"
"Hup—! Yeah..."
"Haa... fuck... that's so hot."
Seung-yeon... you did it four times with your ex?
The face of the guy from her old drive photos flashed through my mind—Seung-yeon in a white bikini, leaning happily on his shoulder. Video-call masturbation had already been bad enough, but four times in one day?
Whatever had made that night so memorable, the fact that she still remembered the exact number surprised me.
"Were four times enough for you?"
"What...?"
"Are you the kind of woman who gets satisfied with that little?"
"Haah... what are you talking about... hah—!"
"Want me to give you more?"
"More of... what..."
"I can go all night."
"Hngh... no... stop..."
Thud!
Her body slammed into the door.
Fuck...
I couldn't listen anymore. Hearing her talk like that while she was being fucked by another man—it was a different kind of stimulation entirely, and it went straight to my cock.
"Do you like mine better? Or your husband's?"
"Hah..."
"Answer me. Whose feels better? Mine's a lot thicker and bigger."
"No..."
"What do you mean, no."
"I like my husband's..."
"Hoo... I'll change your mind about that tonight."
"Hah—!"
Her moan exploded. The wet slap of her pussy lips against Jang-woo's cock came through the door in filthy detail.
Seung-yeon...
She was biting her lip, barely holding the sounds in. The bedroom door rattled violently under his thrusts.
Go easy, you fucking bastard.
Even while another man's cock was buried inside her, she was thinking of mine. No matter what anyone said, she was still my wife.
Hearing her say she preferred my cock sent a strange wave of relief through me. The fear that she might have given her heart to someone else eased, just a little.
Yeah... there's no other way. I just have to end this situation as fast as possible.
The moment I confirmed her true feelings, I decided I had no choice but to resign myself and get through the night. After today I would find a way to keep Jang-woo out of our lives for good.
Yeah... just endure tonight.
I spread a blanket on the floor right in front of the door and lay down. Sleep hit me almost instantly. Two straight nights without rest had left my body ready to collapse.
Thud... thud... thud...
"Hah—! It hurts...!"
"Hoo... fuck, you're so tight..."
"Hngh...!"
Their faint moans and the endless wet sounds of sex kept half the blood in my cock.
She'll be okay...
I kept seeing her face as she walked into that room, trembling with fear.
Nothing bad will happen...
Could I really fall asleep peacefully after leaving her with him?
Exhaustion dragged at me, but I forced myself to stay awake as long as I could, listening to them fuck.
"Ahng... slower..."
"Hoo... I'm gonna cum..."
"Hah—! Slowly!"
"Hup... mmm...!"
Their sounds grew more frantic, then gradually faded into the distance. At some point the animal noises they made became nothing more than white noise in my ears.
It'll be fine... it'll be fine.
Hoo...
Fuck!
I only meant to close my eyes for a second. The next thing I knew, sleep had swallowed me whole. The darkness still thick outside told me not much time had passed.
Ah... fuck...
Last night came back in perfect clarity—Seung-yeon's cunt wrecked by Jang-woo and Su-hyeok's cocks, then her stiff face as she walked into the bedroom with Jang-woo...
Right.
No sound at all came from the master bedroom where they were.
Is it over?
Fighting a burning thirst, I pushed myself up. My thighs still trembled from the sex earlier.
I pressed my ear to the door.
The room that had been so loud with moans was now completely silent. Was she all right?
Creak...
I turned the knob slowly.
The lights were off; nothing was visible.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Someone's soft, sleeping breath reached me.
Creak...
I opened the door a little wider. Light spilled in and the scene inside began to take shape.
Ah...
Seung-yeon...
My beloved wife lay on the bed. Next to her, instead of me, was Jang-woo.
The sight of her using his thick arm as a pillow felt completely alien. Both of them were naked.
His big hand was clamped around one of her full breasts. Her legs were spread, the pink inner flesh of her pussy completely exposed—the same private view that used to belong only to me.
How many times did he fuck her?
White, dried cum was smeared all over her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
"Hngh..."
Sensing my presence, she shifted in her sleep. Her face briefly tightened, and for a second I felt like I had done something wrong—like I was disturbing a peaceful couple.
My heart hammered.
Creak...
I closed the door on them, hand trembling.
This...
This isn't what I wanted. I never wanted to see this.
Jang-woo was supposed to be nothing more than a sex toy for me and my wife.
But the way he held her like a husband while they slept hit me with a completely different kind of shock.
Fuck...
Only one person came to mind in a crisis like this.
I pressed the call button again and again.
"Hello."
His smooth voice came through before the second ring even finished. Wide awake at this hour. Had he been waiting for my call?
"I... Teacher..."
My voice was thick, on the edge of tears.
"Something's gone wrong, hasn't it."
His calm tone opened the floodgates. I poured everything out—how this wasn't what I had wanted, how it had all gone wrong—almost sobbing the words.
"You were blackmailed?"
"Yes... it was basically blackmail."
"......"
Silence. He seemed to be thinking hard.
"Where are you? I'll come to you."
"What...?"
"Give me the address."
Right after his calm voice, the deep roar of a powerful engine came through the line.