The Wife Who Opens Herself (2)
“This stays a secret from Seung-yeon.”
Lee Hwa-soo’s low, thick voice was the last thing I heard before the call cut off. The tone was firm, steeped in quiet confidence. I couldn’t begin to guess what he was thinking, or why he would say something like that.
Trust him one more time…? After he’d already reduced us to this?
My wife still refused to treat me like a person. She only spoke when she set out dinner, and the rest of the time she shut herself behind a closed door, lost in thoughts I couldn’t reach.
It was stifling.
Coming home had become a greater ordeal than staying away. The cold rooms, the silence broken only by the sound of breathing—our house felt unbearable. I had even started working overtime I never used to take, just to delay the moment I walked through the door.
Can we really keep living like this?
I had no other options left. Telling myself this was the final attempt, I decided once more to follow Lee Hwa-soo’s proposal.
Fine… There’s nowhere lower to fall.
“Want to go out for dinner for a change?”
“……”
She didn’t answer. She just poked at her rice with her chopsticks. I couldn’t read any reaction on her face.
“Tomorrow evening. If you’re free, meet me in front of the hotel.”
“…Do we really have to?”
She finally spoke, the words coming with difficulty. The eyes that met mine held no emotion at all.
Had she already gone cold on me? Did she no longer love me?
“Yeah. Let’s get out and refresh a little. You need to leave the house sometimes too. You’re cooped up too much. We’ll eat somewhere nice for once.”
“……”
“Okay? I won’t work late tomorrow. Let’s go somewhere good and have a proper meal.”
“………”
“Seung-yeon…?”
“…Fine.”
She nodded reluctantly. She looked a little thinner than last time, and the sight only piled more guilt onto me.
Just hold on a little longer, Seung-yeon…
Click… click…
Once I had her answer, I started tapping at my phone.
I sent the message to Lee Hwa-soo like a report. Whether I liked it or not, he was the only lifeline I had left.
Buzz…
His reply came at once. For some reason I could almost hear that low, thick voice in my ear.
My finger pressed harder on the screen.
Regret…?
Unbidden, the image rose of Lee Hwa-soo driving his thick cock into my wife’s pussy. That handsome face with the corners of his mouth faintly lifted in a quiet smile. I could almost see the imprint of his large palm still stamped on the swell of her ass.
The days were long; the sun was still setting. Deep sweat soaked the hand that gripped the steering wheel. The air conditioner blasted cold air through the car, yet cold sweat still ran down my back—as if my body knew how important today was.
Please… just this once.
Our marriage had nowhere left to fall. Starting today, everything had to change.
But there was nothing I could do myself. I had to hand my wife over to another man. Every uncertain variable spun out into the worst possible outcome in my head.
Gulp…
“Seung-yeon…”
The name slipped out before I could stop it. Far ahead, I saw the familiar figure of my wife walking toward the front of the hotel.
God… she was beautiful.
Hair pulled back in a ponytail. Today Seung-yeon looked like pure, demure innocence itself.
She had even put on light makeup for the first time in a long while. A black office skirt that stopped just above the knee, a white blouse. As always, two buttons were left undone. Low black heels completed the look…
It was exactly how she used to look when she still went to work.
Office wear suited her so well…
The full swell of her breasts, the narrow waist, the skirt stretched tight over her open hips—everything put her sensual body on display. Through the two open buttons of her shirt, those plump breasts sat high and full.
Back when we were dating, I used to love that after-work look so much that I would drop everything and drag her straight to a motel.
The pleasure of peeling the stockings down those smooth legs, of popping the buttons of her shirt one by one…
Those electric thrills flickered through me again, and something fluttered in my chest.
Buzz-buzz…
She glanced around, looking for someone. When she didn’t see me, she pulled out her phone and called.
“Where are you…?”
That soft, gentle voice matched her demure, pure appearance perfectly—and somehow it sounded lewd.
All I had to do now was play my part in the plan that had already been prepared.
“Ah… damn. Seung-yeon, what do I do…? I completely forgot I had something else.”
“What…?”
“Managing Director Choi dumped an emergency job on us right at quitting time. The whole team’s stuck on it right now…”
“Oh… well. Nothing you can do, then.”
No real reaction. Normally she would have gotten irritated or joined me in cursing the company, but she didn’t even seem to have the energy for that anymore.
“I’m sorry… What should we do…?”
“I’ll just go home. Come back whenever you finish.”
“Why don’t you grab a meal with a friend? Or look around the hotel a bit before you head back.”
I kept apologizing as hard as I could. A flicker of annoyance crossed her face while we talked.
“Mm… no. Just work hard on the overtime.”
“I’m sorry…”
“It’s fine.”
Click.
She hung up. Standing alone in front of the hotel with her brow furrowed, she seemed to be deciding whether to go straight home or do something else first.
My part was finished. It had been simple acting, dressed up as ordinary daily life, yet the weight of deceiving my wife still sat heavy in my chest.
Now I only had to wait for the next step.
Buzz… buzz…
The phone rang almost immediately. My hand trembled slightly as I answered.
“I saw you finish the call just now.”
That low, thick voice. Lee Hwa-soo.
“Yes…”
“From this point on, Jin-woo, you may step away if you wish.”
“Step away…?”
The sudden suggestion put me on edge.
“Ah. I won’t hang up. There’s a microphone on my clothes.”
“……”
“If it becomes too much, you can end the call whenever you like. That’s all I meant—your choice.”
He was trying to reassure me, as if warning me one last time while carefully watching my reaction.
“I’m fine.”
Leave now? I had to witness with my own eyes the process of recovering the relationship with the woman I loved.
My trust in Lee Hwa-soo was not what it used to be.
“Mm… all right. Good. Let’s begin, then.”
Gulp…
The word “begin” made sweet saliva pool in my mouth. My beloved wife still stood in front of the hotel, fiddling with her phone.
The clean line of her calves was fully visible; men walking past let their eyes travel over her body one after another.
Thud… thud…
Through the open line to Lee Hwa-soo I could hear the noisy voices of people around him.
Thud… thud…
Then a man entered my field of vision.
“Excuse me… aren’t you Seung-yeon?”
“…?”
The deep voice reached my wife while she was still looking at her phone.
“Oh my…”
I watched her cover her mouth in surprise as she recognized him.
“What a pleasant surprise, running into you here.”
Lee Hwa-soo in a clean suit. A full head taller than my wife, he looked as sharp as ever in that perfectly cut jacket.
His broad shoulders wrapped in navy fabric matched her style today far too well.
“Ah… yes…”
She was clearly flustered. Looking up at him, she couldn’t quite meet his eyes.
“Do you have an appointment here?”
“Huh? Ah… yes… I was supposed to meet my husband…”
“Was supposed to?”
“He suddenly has overtime tonight…”
“So it was canceled?”
“Yes…”
Sly bastard… Every detail of the plan had come from his own head, yet the way he played the chance encounter with my wife was flawless.
What the hell kind of man is he…
“What a coincidence. I had an appointment here tonight as well, and it just got canceled.”
“Really? You too, Hwa-soo…?”
“Yes. And it’s just about dinner time… If you don’t mind, would you like to eat together?”
At his words, a faint flush seemed to color her pale face.
“I don’t mind, but…”
She shook her head, yet it wasn’t a firm refusal.
“Shall we? I already have a reservation—we only need to walk in.”
“Then… just dinner…?”
“Dinner, and a cup of coffee afterward?”
“Ah… all right…”
Just dinner—what else was she expecting? Lee Hwa-soo’s light joke eased the tension, and a small smile flickered across my wife’s face.
How long had it been since I’d seen her smile like that? The way her expression brightened sent a sharp, tingling heat through my lower body.
“This way.”
Lee Hwa-soo’s broad shoulder curved around her in a single easy motion, escorting her as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
My wife kept her body carefully tucked away from his arm as they walked into the hotel.
Fuck…
Through the Bluetooth speaker connected to the car, the sharp click of my wife’s heels began to echo.