The Wife Who Spreads Herself Open (3)
Click... click... click...
The sight of my wife hurrying after Lee Hwa-soo's long legs felt strangely unfamiliar all over again. The woman who had always walked with such confident strides beside me, meeting my eyes, was now trailing after a strange man with a faintly embarrassed expression on her face.
"Ah. We'll take the prepared course for dinner."
Hwa-soo's deep voice called for the waiter once they had settled into their seats at the restaurant. I could picture my wife sitting across from him.
"Jin-woo can't make it at all, I take it?"
"Ah... He said something about sudden overtime. It looks like today might be a little difficult."
Hwa-soo was testing her even though he already knew everything. The way he pretended to know nothing about it all felt thoroughly sly.
"I'll have your meal prepared right away."
The waiter's voice followed soon after.
"Shall we start with dinner first?"
"Wow..."
"What is it?"
"Isn't this a little too expensive...?"
"I had a special guest in mind... Well, sharing it with you, Seung-yeon, makes it even better, doesn't it?"
My wife let out a soft gasp of amazement at the dinner course being laid out before them. Through the crackling car speaker, I could almost hear the excited lift in her voice.
"Haha. Seung-yeon, you're adorable over something like this... Please, eat comfortably."
"Ah... Still... I feel a little bad accepting all this."
"Eat freely. It's fine."
Hwa-soo soothed her with a smile that suggested he found her endearing. From his voice alone, it was impossible to tell whether he was being sincere or simply performing.
"Well then..."
The clink of forks, the low murmur of Hwa-soo chatting easily with my wife—those sounds filled the car. True to form as a seasoned player, he led the conversation with effortless skill. Toward a woman who must still have felt uneasy around him after the recent incident, he spoke with a familiar gentleness, sometimes with a distinctly masculine presence, steering every exchange.
"Hehe... He really did say that, you know?"
As the conversation warmed, my wife seemed to relax; little by little, a smile entered her voice. The far more at-ease tone she used now, compared to earlier, tugged sharply at my heart.
"But Seung-yeon."
"Yes?"
"How have things been between you two as a couple since then?"
"Pardon...?"
Hwa-soo suddenly shifted the atmosphere. The words that left his mouth were an uncomfortable question—one that concerned me directly. I swallowed hard, curious about the answer she had never given me so easily when I asked.
"Why all of a sudden..."
"Usually, when a couple discovers their true inclinations, they either grow much closer or things get far worse. I was simply... curious how it was for you, Seung-yeon."
"Ah..."
My wife hesitated over her reply. I could picture the awkward look on her face—the same face that had been smiling at Hwa-soo's jokes only moments before.
"Right now... I'm not talking with Jin-woo..."
"As I thought..."
She answered honestly. Our relationship had already reached what felt like rock bottom, with nowhere worse left to fall. I, too, wanted to know what was in her heart.
"It wouldn't be Jin-woo avoiding conversation... May I ask why you're doing that, Seung-yeon?"
Before I knew it, Hwa-soo was posing questions like an interviewer. That deep voice of his seemed to plant a solid sense of trust in her.
"It keeps coming back to me..."
My wife faltered. Cold sweat seemed to bead along my spine as I waited for her answer.
"What keeps coming back? You can speak freely."
"No... I can't say it..."
Hah...
Seung-yeon. It's okay. You can tell Hwa-soo. I'm curious too...
"It's all right, Seung-yeon. Speaking about it is the most basic step toward solving the problem. And I can help you sufficiently."
"Ah..."
Embarrassment colored her voice. She was demure, yet she always said what needed saying—this kind of hesitation from her was rare.
"I... really can't say it here."
The words she offered were unexpected. Was it because there were too many people around, or because she still wasn't ready? The way she specified here carried a peculiar trailing implication.
"Hmm..."
Hwa-soo seemed to tilt his head, reading between the lines of what she had just said.
"Seung-yeon."
"Yes?"
"Shall we go somewhere quieter for a glass of wine?"
"Wine...?"
At Hwa-soo's loaded suggestion, a faint tremor entered my wife's voice.
Ding-dong.
Fuck...
A familiar chime rang through the car speakers. The sound of an elevator stopping. Then my wife's heels began clicking again, filling the cabin.
"How was dinner?"
"Ah... I didn't even get to thank you properly. It was truly delicious. I ate well..."
Something about her voice trembled with shyness. She seemed more nervous than before; she was even stumbling over her words.
Click...
"This way."
The heavy door opened, and Hwa-soo's deep voice followed.
Click... click... click...
Then her heels rang out even louder. The door Hwa-soo had just opened led into a suite somewhere inside the hotel.
"Wow... I've never seen a place this big."
My wife was marveling again—first the restaurant, now the suite. Her reaction was similar to the one she had shown at Hwa-soo's house last time.
In truth, she had never been a woman particularly interested in material things or money. She had grown up without want in an ordinary, if not wealthy, household, always receiving enough support whenever she needed it.
Even so, Hwa-soo's wealth far surpassed anything she had known. In just a few days he was offering her moments an ordinary person would never even imagine.
"I use this place sometimes when I have too much work on my own. Please, sit comfortably."
"Ah... Yes..."
"Wine—red or white?"
"I'm fine with either..."
A hint of tipsiness already seemed to color her voice.
There she was, settling into a hotel room with another man. A few months ago it would have been unimaginable, but now I had to adapt.
The woman in that room was still my wife.
Glug...
The sound of deep red wine pouring into a glass reached me.
"Now then... shall we pick up the conversation we couldn't finish earlier?"
Hwa-soo did not waste time. He, too, seemed intensely curious about her answer; the moment they sat, he resumed the talk. Of course, my wife would have no idea how genuinely excited he might be.
Sip... sip...
She tipped the wine down her throat. I could already picture the soft flush rising across her pale breasts.
"Mm... It keeps coming back to me."
She finally forced the words out. Her voice was trembling more severely now.
"It's all right. Do you keep seeing Jin-woo with Se-ah?"
"Ah..."
It was almost certain. In the end, the problem between my wife and me had started because of what I had done.
I should have just stayed still...
I had never imagined my cock would thrash so wildly at Se-ah's celebrity-level beauty. Those full breasts, that narrow waist, those flared hips...
Above all, when those deep moans spilled from Se-ah's impossibly beautiful face, my cock had lost all control and pounded her pussy with raw force.
Right in front of the wife I loved...
No woman could stay sane after watching that. The memories that kept flashing through my wife's mind would be tormenting her.
It had been the same with Managing Director Choi and my wife, the same with Jang-woo and my wife.
I, too, had lost sleep more than once or twice over the image of my wife sucking Managing Director Choi's cock, or the sight of her moaning as she was driven onto Jang-woo's thick shaft.
Yeah... Fuck...
I did this. This is my fault.
"That's actually a very hopeful sign. It also proves you still love Jin-woo a great deal."
Hwa-soo was encouraging her instead. Today he seemed to have a clear grasp of his mission: to reconnect my wife and me.
"That's... not it."
"Pardon?"
"I don't keep seeing that scene."
"Then...?"
At my wife's sudden words, both Hwa-soo and I focused every nerve on whatever she would say next.
If it's not me she's remembering... then what?
"Hah... I can't say it."
"Come now. You have to talk if we're going to move to the next stage."
Hwa-soo kept his deep, composed tone for the sake of appearances, yet thick curiosity still colored his voice.
"Hoo..."
"Come on."
"Hwa-soo... I keep thinking about... you."
"Pardon?"
What?
"You're saying... you keep thinking of me?"
"......Yes."
Fuck...
A shock hit me as if I had been struck in the head with a rock. I could not believe the words that had left my wife's mouth.
"Huhu... How novel."
Hwa-soo sounded thoroughly pleased; it came through even over the speaker. I could tell the corner of that handsome mouth of his had curled upward.
"Haa... I'm so embarrassed."
My wife seemed unable to say another word; she drank her wine in shy mortification. I could picture a drop of wine slipping from her red lips, tracing the smooth line of her throat, and dampening the swell of her breasts.
Is this even possible?
Her words were a pure shock. The scene she kept remembering was not my affair—it was sex with Hwa-soo...
I could understand her being captivated by his overwhelmingly handsome face.
But still... still, Seung-yeon... this isn't right...
My fist clenched and trembled with force. Dark rage surged up from deep inside me as if it would burst free.
Ssshhk...
"Oh my..."
My wife's voice rang out through the speaker. She sounded startled. Someone was standing right beside her.
"Ah... Don't do this."
"Shh..."
Hwa-soo's voice came even closer.
"Why are you doing this..."
My wife was trembling like a leaf. The distance between their faces could not have been more than thirty centimeters.
"Let's check, shall we?"
"Check what...?"
"Whether you'll still keep thinking of me after tonight."
"No... We can't do this."
There was no strength in her refusal.
"You won't regret it, Seung-yeon."
"Ahk...!"
Right after, the soft friction of Hwa-soo's lips rubbing against hers came through.
"Haa..."
A breath bursting free.
Smack... smack... suck...
The wet sound of sweet saliva mixing reached me clearly.
"Haa... haa..."
Seung-yeon's moans grew thicker by the second.
Pop... pop...
"Haa... Please... stop..."
The buttons of her white blouse were being undone one by one by long, delicate fingers.
Pop... pop...
"It's embarrassing... haa..."
"Shh... Slowly. Savor it very slowly, like the wine."
"Pardon...?"
"Don't rush. There's no one here but the two of us."
Lines that would have sounded greasy coming from me. From Hwa-soo's mouth, they sounded like something a drama lead would deliver.
Ssshhk...
"Hauk...! Mmph... hngk...!"
My wife's deep moans struck the speaker even harder.
"See...? Your pussy is already soaking wet like this."
"Haa... Please... please stop..."
I could picture Hwa-soo's fingertips thickly coated with her juices. The gasps spilling from her mouth were growing more and more intense.