Corrupted Husband (1)
Does it feel good?
"No... mmph...!"
I clenched my teeth and managed to shake my head. There was no way I could admit it felt good while receiving another woman's oral right in front of my wife.
She had shaken her head just as fiercely while Jang-woo's cock was buried inside her. As a husband, I owed her at least that much basic decency.
"Mmph.... hngh... slurp.... mmph....!"
My thick, fully erect cock pushed between Se-ah's crimson lips. She took me nearly to the root, fighting to hold back the breaths that kept trying to escape. My shaft already gleamed with her saliva, a slick trail of fluid running down over my balls.
"Hoo... haah..."
"Slurp... slurp.... haah... hngh..."
Se-ah sucked me hard, working me back and forth, and hot moans tore free between my tightly pressed lips.
"Slurp... slurp..."
Flushed white skin, a high straight nose, those large eyes—everything about her face came together in perfect harmony. Receiving a blowjob from a woman this beautiful felt like having some celebrity I'd only ever seen on television mouthing at the base of my cock.
"Mmph.... hngh....!"
Her soft tongue teased the tip of my glans. Her hands tightened around my thighs, gripping hard.
"Slurp... slurp... lick..."
"Haah... hoo... hngh...!"
Holding back the moans was nearly impossible.
Honestly, her technique was more skilled than my beloved wife's. Seung-yeon had always hated giving oral. She'd taken other men's cocks into her mouth, yes—but with me, at least, she never had.
Before I realized it, I rested a hand on top of Se-ah's head. The soft, silky feel of her hair against my palm was pure pleasure.
"Mmph... mmph... khek... hek...!"
I pulled her head down toward my groin until I felt the swollen head of my cock press against the back of her throat.
She pulled off me, and my cock sprang free, coated thickly in her spit.
"Haah... haah...."
She panted as if it hurt. Her ears were flushed all the way to the tips; the look on her face was pure, raw sensuality.
"Shall we stop?"
Lee Hwa-soo, who had been watching, looked from me to my wife and back again. Moments earlier his mouth had been curved in a smile; now his expression was quite serious.
"I think the experiment has gone far enough. It seems Jin-woo's equipment isn't completely broken after all."
At his words, I felt my wife flinch.
My own situation had become thoroughly awkward.
The cock I'd believed ruined by some unavoidable affliction was standing rock-hard in front of Se-ah—thicker and fuller than it had ever been, twitching as if it might spill at any second.
Getting hard for another woman...
So it only failed with my wife?
I'd truly thought that was the case....
The inexplicable situation left my head spinning.
My wife was no different. She had done everything imaginable to revive my cock—starting with blowjobs she'd never given before, even spreading her legs for other men for my sake. She had broken taboos and corrupted herself. Because of me, she had endured pain I couldn't begin to measure.
And yet....
What was she thinking now, watching my cock respond to Se-ah?
Se-ah wiped her spit-smeared mouth with the back of her hand. She stayed on her knees, waiting for the next command. Between the black fabric of her slip, the pale curves of her breasts showed with almost unbearable eroticism. What man could look at that and not get hard?
It wasn't my fault, was it...?
It was just that Se-ah was too beautiful... wasn't it...?
Whatever the reason, the situation was unmistakably awkward.
"Seung-yeon. Shall we stop here?"
Lee Hwa-soo's deep voice cut through the room.
My wife gave him no answer. She sat with her head bowed, her expression blank and lost in thought. Her hands were trembling.
"Then let's end it here. The experiment seems sufficient."
In the end, Lee Hwa-soo declared a halt. He was right—the experiment had been enough. What remained was between my wife and me. Our problem as a couple.
"Hoo..."
A long breath escaped me. Relief and regret existed side by side in my chest. The electric sensation Se-ah's soft tongue had left on my cock still lingered.
But... for my wife's sake, I had to stop here. If it meant repairing our relationship, I could set my own pleasure aside for a while.
"Wait..."
Just as Se-ah started to rise, my wife spoke carefully.
"Keep going..."
What?
Every gaze in the room turned to her. She kept her eyes fixed on the table, her expression still dazed.
"If the two of you are all right with it... I'd like you to continue."
She went on carefully. Her voice shook badly, as if the alcohol had loosened her tongue.
"And the reason?"
Lee Hwa-soo's mouth curved with interest.
"Just..."
"There's no such thing as 'just.' There has to be a reason. Otherwise we have no reason to continue either."
My wife hesitated at his words. Her brow furrowed as she wrestled with whether to speak.
"I want my husband... to do the same."
"The same? The same as what, exactly?"
Excitement edged into Lee Hwa-soo's voice at the unexpected turn.
"Corruption."
Corruption...?
My wife lifted her eyes and looked straight at Lee Hwa-soo. She spoke each word clearly, deliberately.
"Corruption...?"
"Yes..."
"Corruption. Why?"
"I want my husband to become the same as me..."
The words from my beloved wife's mouth were completely beyond anything I had expected. Corruption. What did she mean?
"Seung-yeon, you believe you've already been corrupted—is that it?"
"Yes... and it's so painful. It feels like I'm bearing this pain alone... it's been so hard."
She spoke slowly. Tears welled in her eyes, but she did not look away from Lee Hwa-soo's gaze.
"Hmm... you want to become the same..."
Was it guilt...?
There was so much packed into my wife's words. For the first time I could begin to grasp how enormous the suffering she had endured truly was.
The expression on her face as she said corruption looked like the release of every torment that had been crushing her until now.
She really had been suffering...
The dense emotion in her face brought a thick wave of apology rising toward her.
"You truly want this to continue?"
"Yes... I think I'd be a little happier then."
"Happier if your husband is corrupted..."
"....."
Really... if I slept with another woman, would Seung-yeon's heart ease even a little?
"Se-ah. Let's go to the bed."
Lee Hwa-soo spoke as if he had made up his mind.
"This way..."
"Yes...?"
Se-ah was already on her feet. She took my hand and led me gently along.
I followed her into the bedroom as if entranced. My cock was still standing stiff, bobbing toward her as I walked.
Se-ah pushed me down onto the bed.
I landed with a soft thud.
My fully erect cock jutted toward the ceiling. Under the red lighting in the dark, Se-ah's face burned even more erotically.
She climbed onto the bed slowly. Between the black slip, her breasts swayed, and her stiff nipples came into view.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
"I want to watch too... the same way."
My beloved wife followed us into the bedroom. Something resolute showed in her face, her fists clenched tight.
"Honey... are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Yeah.... I'm okay."
She bit down hard on her red lower lip.
She seemed to want to recreate the exact situation from when she had mixed her body with Jang-woo's. She wanted to take in every detail of the sex I was about to have with Se-ah and burn it into her eyes.
Did it really have to go this far?
A sudden anxiety bloomed in my chest, but there was no easy way out of the present moment.
I could no longer pretend not to see the pain my beloved wife had endured alone.
Now I, too... would stand beside her and bear that pain together.
"Jin-woo. Now it's your turn."
Se-ah was already lying on the bed. Lee Hwa-soo stood beside my wife, one hand resting on her shoulder.
He patted her as if to say it was all right. The difference in their heights suited them strangely well.
My turn...?
"Do as you like."
Lee Hwa-soo's words signaled the start once more.
Se-ah was lying next to me now. Soft moans slipped between her red lips, her eyes closed.
I swallowed hard.
Below the rucked-up slip, her smooth legs seized my gaze. I had never seen a pure white body so free of a single blemish.
Corruption...
We were husband and wife. If my corruption could lessen my wife's suffering, I would walk that path without a word of complaint.
"Hoo...."
I looked into my wife's eyes one last time. Her pupils trembled. At some point her hand had closed tightly around Lee Hwa-soo's large one.
When our eyes met, she looked away.
Was that the signal? Se-ah's hands began to pull me toward her.
I climbed slowly over her bewitching body. Her sweet scent rose faintly and brushed the tip of my nose.
"Haah...."
A soft moan escaped Se-ah as my lips slowly settled over hers.