The Wife Who Spreads Herself (1)
"Hoo... Fuck..."
The curse tore out of me as my semen began dripping thickly from the soft roof of my wife's mouth. Pleasure bloomed from deep beneath my prostate, and the cum poured out in relentless, indiscriminate spurts.
"Hngk...! Mph... mph...!"
Her face twisted as if she were about to cry, red lips stretched wide around the flood of semen I was pumping into her. She held her mouth open and let the thick load spill out.
"Haah... hngh..."
She had already abandoned all reason.
Thud... thud... thud...!
At the same moment my cock was still jetting dense ropes of cum, Lee Hwa-soo's thick shaft—buried deep inside my wife's cunt—unloaded a scalding torrent of his own. His cock was easily one and a half times thicker than mine, veins standing out in angry purple ridges as the hot liquid erupted from the swollen head.
Gulp... gulp...
He drove even deeper into her, and her breathing turned ragged and broken.
"Haa... haa..."
Her whole body shuddered violently. A raw, throaty moan tore from her lips. Hwa-soo's cock had stretched her hole so wide that it was now brimming with his seed.
Thick, dense cum slowly oozed out between her pink folds, glistening under the light as it trailed down her swollen inner flesh.
"Ha-eung..."
My beloved wife stayed bent over, savoring the aftershocks of Hwa-soo's fucking. Her still-trembling ass still bore the clear red imprint of his palm.
"Hoo..."
Thud...
Hwa-soo tossed her onto the bed and exhaled a heavy breath of his own. His thick cock was thoroughly coated in the white juices she had poured all over him.
"Haa... haah..."
She lay collapsed on the mattress, simply panting out hot breaths. Her soft lips were swollen from the friction of my cock, and her cunt still gaped and fluttered from the brutal pounding it had taken.
Fuck...
When our eyes met, a faint smile curved Hwa-soo's lips—the complete opposite of my own frozen, helpless expression.
"How fascinating..."
He casually gripped his still-twitching cock, which pointed toward the ceiling, and looked back and forth between me and my wife with mild, genuine interest.
"What... exactly is so fascinating?"
The words came out sharper than I intended. I couldn't look kindly on a man who had just fucked my wife senseless and finished inside her. It was the raw, primitive instinct of a man whose woman had been taken by another.
"It seems you've discovered your true inclination. Congratulations."
His deep voice delivered the words calmly. Irritation surged through me.
"Congratulations? What the hell is there to congratulate?"
Was this something worth celebrating? Of course the night had meant something to me—my cock, which I'd thought was dead, had come roaring back to life because of Se-ah. The problem was that it hadn't been my wife. What must she have been thinking while she watched me bury myself in Se-ah's cunt instead of hers?
If only it had been my wife instead of Se-ah...
I hated myself for getting drunk on the moment and pounding Se-ah so hard.
This was only going to drive Seung-yeon and me further apart.
"Congratulations, Seung-yeon."
Se-ah came over, her still-flushed breasts swaying. She brushed her sweat-tangled hair back and looked even more radiant than before. A sweet scent seemed to rise from her skin.
Wait... what did she just say?
Se-ah was offering congratulations too—but not to me. She was clearly speaking to my wife.
"What do you mean..."
Seung-yeon was still gasping for breath, staring at us with dazed, unfocused eyes, unable to form a single word.
"Seung-yeon has found her inclination as well. Your wife, Jin-woo."
Hwa-soo almost seemed to be enjoying himself more with every sentence.
Seung-yeon... found her inclination...?
It felt like someone had just slammed a hammer into the back of my skull.
"At first I thought only you possessed the tendency, Jin-woo. The so-called NTR fetish—people who feel pleasure when their partner is taken by someone else..."
He spoke slowly and clearly, making sure my wife—still lost in the haze of being fucked—could understand every word.
"But after observing carefully, it turns out Seung-yeon is an NTR type as well."
"What?"
"In fact, the intensity of her pleasure appears to surpass even yours."
There was no mistaking it. Hwa-soo was thoroughly enjoying delivering this news to me.
My wife... has the same fetish as me?
The image flashed through my mind: Seung-yeon gasping under Hwa-soo's thrusts, grabbing my hand. The moment I squeezed back, she had moaned even louder and surrendered herself completely to him.
"Cum inside me..."
She had looked straight into my eyes and begged another man to fill her. I never once imagined those words would leave the mouth of my elegant, pure wife.
Was it all because she shared the same inclination as me...?
She was still panting heavily, completely unaware of the shock that had just hit me, absently stroking her own cunt. Hwa-soo's thick cum slid slickly out around her fingers from the gaping hole.
"Haa..."
Hwa-soo wore a meaningful smile as he slowly approached. My eyes dropped to the heavy cock swinging between his legs.
"Jin-woo..."
I swallowed hard.
"This is a success."
"What...?"
"Cases like this are extremely rare. A married couple who share the exact same fetish. The two of you have just stepped into an entirely new world."
A new world... I couldn't even begin to guess what Hwa-soo meant by those words.
"Is that... really okay?"
My voice trembled faintly under the weight of the shock. I didn't fully understand it yet, but some instinct already knew the truth: Seung-yeon and I had crossed a river we could never return from.
Hwa-soo simply nodded, the corner of his handsome mouth lifting.
On the soft curve of my beloved wife's ass, the thick red welts from his hand stood out like a brand.
Click...
"Honey... are you okay?"
"......"
My voice hung empty in the air. Seung-yeon didn't move, staring out the window.
"Seung-yeon..."
The woman who had come home with me was someone else entirely. She went through the days with a completely blank expression. More accurately, she was barely surviving each day. She no longer went out for the exercise she used to love; she just shut herself in the room.
What was she thinking...?
I understood her confusion completely. Watching her husband's cock bury itself in another woman's cunt would have been devastating enough. She might also have been disgusted with herself for begging Hwa-soo to cum inside her.
"Hoo..."
I was growing tired of waiting for an answer. A full week had already passed since that night with Hwa-soo.
"Seung-yeon."
"....."
Still nothing. Her hair was neatly tied back, and she wore comfortable clothes—the same pure, modest wife I had always known.
"Are you really not going to answer me?"
At my sharper tone she finally lifted her head. The eyes that met mine held no strength at all.
"I just want to be alone..."
Her quiet voice carried everything—hatred, anger, resignation, emptiness. She didn't say it out loud, but I could feel exactly how deeply she had been wounded.
Fuck...
I closed the door on her and sank down right there in the hallway.
I only did it so things would get better...
I only wanted to restore our marriage...
Now it felt almost impossible to turn back.
Press... press...
My fingers dug hard into the phone as I dialed the number I never wanted to call again.
"Hello."
That familiar deep voice answered.
"It's me..."
"I expected you would call."
Hwa-soo sounded completely unsurprised.
"Haa..."
"I can roughly guess, but why don't you explain the situation."
There wasn't much to explain, yet the words I had been holding back poured out of me. How Seung-yeon was so shocked she wouldn't speak. How our relationship had gotten even worse. How it felt beyond repair...
Every sentence that spilled out carried the same seed of blame.
This is all your fault, Hwa-soo...
If it hadn't been for him, none of this would have happened. Quiet rage toward him was rising whether I wanted it or not.
"Heh..."
On the other end of the line he simply listened in silence.
"Aren't you supposed to offer a solution?!"
Hearing that soft laugh made my chest burn with fury.
"You should at least apologize to my wife... or find some other way..."
"I already told you. You and Seung-yeon have entered a new world."
That damned "new world" again. I still didn't know what it meant, and right now the only thing that mattered was repairing my relationship with Seung-yeon.
"So... what exactly do you want me to do?"
Thorns had entered my voice.
"Are you prepared?"
"Prepared?"
"You need to take one more step forward. You have to make your wife set foot in this world herself."
"What does that mean...?"
"Will you trust me just one more time?"
Hwa-soo's deep voice resonated through me. For some reason the absolute confidence in his tone felt like a single ray of light.