Someone Else's Woman (2)
The drinking session, once it resumed, felt distinctly awkward.
Being invited into a house this grand, a place this lavish, was already a first for us—but sharing drinks with the host couple while dressed in nothing more than a single layer of clothing was stranger still.
My beloved wife Seung-yeon sat with her lips pressed tightly together, her face faintly flushed.
Across from her, Lee Hwa-soo's firm chest muscles, bare beneath the open white robe, kept snatching at my gaze.
"Here. This one's a bit stronger, but it tastes quite good."
My wife's eyes drifted into empty space as she accepted the glass from Hwa-soo.
Gulp...
She wasn't the only one who felt out of place.
It was strange. Even with the wife I loved sitting right beside me, my eyes kept sliding toward the unfamiliar woman across the table.
Why am I like this... I've never done this before...
Yoon Se-ah sat demurely at Hwa-soo's side, wearing nothing but a black slip that left her fair skin exposed.
Her face, too, was warmed by drink, yet her natural beauty remained almost undisturbed.
Every time she shifted, the deep neckline of the slip parted and her white breasts came into view.
Don't look. Don't look!
Was I simply drunk? My gaze kept wanting to go wild over Se-ah sitting opposite me.
No... Stop it.
I closed my hand firmly around my wife's. Her palm was damp with sweat. She seemed every bit as tense as I was.
"How long have the two of you been together?"
I asked first, hoping to break the peculiar atmosphere.
"Ah... Quite a while. About three years?"
"Oh my... Then marriage...?"
"We're not married yet."
I felt Se-ah's expression harden in that instant. I wanted to say I hadn't meant anything by it, but the air had already gone cold.
"Ah, I asked something I shouldn't have again..."
"It's fine. A lot of people ask."
Se-ah forced a smile. I ought to have met her eyes, yet my gaze kept threatening to plunge into the soft swell of her cleavage.
"We can't get married. And we shouldn't."
"What?"
At Hwa-soo's abrupt words, every eye turned toward him.
"Why? Is there a reason you can't—"
"Honey... Why do you keep asking..."
I couldn't contain my curiosity and spoke up; my wife's hand clamped onto my arm. She shook her head, telling me to stop. Her face looked thoroughly uncomfortable.
"It's all right, Seung-yeon. There's nothing we can't say among ourselves."
"What...?"
"Have you ever heard of Neto?"
"Neto...?"
My wife tilted her head, clearly unfamiliar with the word. Her eyes kept straying toward Hwa-soo's bare chest, and a quiet unease stirred inside me.
"Hmm... It's a kind of sexual preference..."
Hwa-soo hesitated a moment. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he looked at my wife.
"An inclination, you could say."
"An inclination?"
"Having relations with other men, other women, while you're already with someone. Finding excitement in that. We have that kind of inclination."
"What...?"
Hwa-soo's blunt choice of words made my wife's eyes go wide. But the seriousness that settled over his face kept her from speaking easily.
"Have you heard of it?"
"Ah... Not really..."
She was hesitating. In truth, everything that had already happened between my wife and me was tied to that Neto inclination—she simply didn't know it.
"Why? Have you had that kind of experience?"
The moment her expression shifted, Hwa-soo began pressing her relentlessly. He seemed fascinated by her face and kept urging an answer.
It was my turn to step in.
"We've had a similar experience. Of course it was a mistake, but..."
"Is that so? It does happen between couples now and then. Then... does Seung-yeon have the preference? Or is it Jin-woo?"
A clear smile had settled on Hwa-soo's face as he looked from my wife to me and back again.
"Did your wife invite a new man?"
"No. There was a situation with a trainer at the gym where she works out..."
"Honey..."
At my unhesitating reply, my wife gripped my hand tightly. Her face was full of awkwardness, begging me not to say another word.
"It's fine. You can talk about it here. We're used to it."
Hwa-soo continued as if it were nothing. His own voice was rising, as though a quiet excitement had taken hold of him too.
"We... rather than a preference..."
"It's fine. You can speak freely here. Weren't you excited?"
"What? Excited?"
"Yes. When you were with another man—weren't you excited?"
"No..."
Her face went pale. I remembered the way she had offered her pussy to Jang-woo's and Soo-hyuk's thick cocks and cried out in raw pleasure.
Just be honest... It's okay. You were excited!
I wanted to hear her answer too. How far could the wife I loved bring herself to be honest?
"A... a little..."
Her earlobes flushed a deeper red as she answered carefully. She pressed her thighs together, as if the memory itself were stirring between her legs.
"Jin-woo? Were you excited?"
"I was excited too."
"But we're not that kind of people... there was a reason."
My wife blurted the words out in a rush. Facing Hwa-soo, she was trying to explain that we weren't like that.
"You said you were excited, though. Triggers can be many things. And there's no need to feel ashamed. Discovering your own inclination—whatever the reason—is something to feel good about."
"But..."
"It's something worth celebrating. Isn't that right, darling?"
Se-ah, who had been listening quietly beside him, carefully nodded at Hwa-soo's words. An awkward smile flickered across her face for a moment.
"Our Se-ah has that inclination too. Meeting a couple who shares it with us like this—it's quite a connection."
He filled my wife's glass to the brim. She put her lips to it awkwardly. Hot breath slipped from between her flushed lips.
"Then... how do the two of you have se... I mean, relations?"
My wife continued carefully. Her voice trembled; she had nearly said the word sex.
She had already passed the point where alcohol was still under control. She was doing her best to keep her posture composed, yet her flushed skin and the faintly sensual breath escaping her gave her intoxication away.
"Haha. Speak as freely as you like. Conversations like this are quite familiar to us."
"Ah... yes..."
"We meet other couples or partners who share a similar inclination. There are more of them than you'd think. Among those, we keep steady relations with people we've already verified."
"Then... you have relations with other people...?"
"That, and sometimes we do it together."
"Oh my..."
Hwa-soo's completely open words left my wife looking thoroughly startled. She didn't say it outright, but she clearly couldn't quite grasp their inclination.
"Would you like to try an experiment?"
"An experiment? What kind of experiment..."
An experiment. It hadn't been planned. Yet the look Hwa-soo fixed on my wife was more serious than I had ever seen it.
"Whether Seung-yeon has that inclination or not. You won't know without experiencing it yourself."
"How...?"
"By spending a day with someone else."
"What!?"
My wife startled as if struck. The strange proposal coming from that clean-cut, handsome face seemed to shock her deeply.
"I don't want to..."
After a brief hesitation she shook her head firmly. She looked as though she never wanted to repeat that mistake again.
"No. Seung-yeon can simply stay as she is. Watching is enough. The one who spends the night is Jin-woo."
"What? Me?"
Hearing my own name leave his mouth, I couldn't help but jump.
"It's a good opportunity. How about it?"
There was a great deal held in the eyes Hwa-soo turned on me. His deep voice seemed to be telling me simply to nod.
Why ask something so impossible... What am I supposed to do...
"Ah... I... I'm not sure. But another person... who exactly are you talking about?"
At the question I carefully redirected, a smile spread across Hwa-soo's face. Then his head turned slowly to the side.
No way...?
His eyes rested meaningfully on Se-ah sitting beside him. He said nothing, only met her gaze.
"Are you talking about Se-ah...?"
Hwa-soo nodded with a smile. His expression, as if everything were perfectly fine, even seemed to carry an inexplicable confidence.
"No... this is a bit..."
This couldn't be right. Having relations with another woman while my beloved wife sat right here—and her boyfriend was sitting in front of me.
I too couldn't quite keep my head clear amid the sudden shift.
"I... am fine with it..."
What...?
I doubted my own ears.
Se-ah nodded shyly. A soft red flush colored her lightly intoxicated face.
"If the two of you are all right with it... then I am fine."
At her answer, my wife and I were left speechless, completely stunned.
Hwa-soo, by contrast, leaned toward her with a look of pure satisfaction.
He whispered into her flushed ear.
In the room filled only with hot breath, soft, provocative words drifted to us.
"Are you wet?"
"A... little..."
She shifted and pressed her thighs together. As her body moved, her white breasts seemed to sway and spill inside the delicate lace of the slip.