Another Man's Slave (1)
"Haa... haa..."
"Your pussy's this wet and you're still saying you don't want it?"
"Hngh... even so... ah... this isn't... right..."
My wife's moans began to fill the car. The lewd sounds rang out so close, so loud, it was as if I were sitting right beside them watching the whole thing. I turned the volume down a little.
Fuck... what the hell is even happening right now.
"This time, I'll make sure to return your wife to you properly, Jin-woo."
That had been Lee Hwa-soo's confident voice. The woman who had declared a break from her husband and been avoiding me — Hwa-soo had sworn he knew exactly how to bring her back.
But... was this really going the way it was supposed to?
"Hngh... haa... w-wait a second... if you hike my skirt up like that..."
"Hoo... your panties are soaked, aren't they? Seung-yeon's pussy juice... I've missed it so much."
"Ah... please... stop..."
My wife's breathing grew hotter by the second, and Hwa-soo's rough hands exploring her body played out so vividly it might as well have been right in front of my eyes.
"W-wait... ah... Hwa-soo, don't do this...!"
"Hearing you say my name makes it even sexier... Seung-yeon, you need to learn to be more honest with yourself."
"Haa... hngh..."
Hwa-soo's hand seemed to be plunging deep beneath her office skirt, stroking between her thighs. For a moment I could picture those thick, fleshy thighs of hers trembling under the rough stimulation of his fingers.
Squish... squish...
Had his hand slipped inside her panties? The sticky sound of thick fluid coating her mound began to echo through the car.
What position were they in right now...
Was Hwa-soo on top of her? Or had he pulled my beloved wife's full, soft body onto his lap and spread her legs wide open...
Endless imaginings flooded my mind.
"Hnn... ngh...!"
Her moans grew more intense, and her resistance steadily faded. The hot breath spilling from her lips, the expression on her face with her mouth hanging open — image after image stacked on top of each other until blood was already rushing to my cock.
I swallowed hard.
Sweet saliva had gathered in my mouth without my noticing. A suite in a top-tier hotel. A place I myself had never once set foot in — and there, my beloved wife was mixing her body with another man.
No. To be precise, she was spreading both legs for another man and offering up her pussy as it gushed hot juices.
Hwa-soo... is this really part of your plan?
A chain of doubt kept sprouting and linking itself together in my chest. At last night's gathering, following Hwa-soo's instructions, my wife had only built a thicker wall between us and pulled further away.
This plan I'd believed was truly our last chance was unfolding in a direction completely different from anything I'd expected.
She hadn't been shocked by my sex with Se-ah.
Rather... it was the memory of her own fierce sex with Hwa-soo that kept surfacing, making her avoid me.
Should I be glad I finally knew the truth...
As stories I never wanted to hear spilled out, my mind went blank.
"Hngh... haa... ah... haa..."
Now her moans were bursting out in a steady rhythm. Her hot pussy juice would be dripping thickly from the tips of Hwa-soo's fingers.
This was the same woman who had never even allowed me a single finger, claiming it was unhygienic. Watching her — still dressed in the office skirt she'd put on for me — spread her legs for Hwa-soo, a deep sense of betrayal washed over me.
Was I supposed to just sit here and take it...
"W-wait a second..."
"Hoo..."
"I'll... I'll take them off myself."
The voice that had been passionately fending off Hwa-soo's hands was trembling. Then came the sound of clothes coming off. The blouse his rough hands had been undoing, the black office skirt — both falling to the floor.
"Seung-yeon, you're magnificent."
"It's embarrassing... don't say things like that..."
Hwa-soo's deep voice seemed to wrap around her body like something sweet. She would be covering her white breasts where they spilled out of her bra, flushed with shame.
"Ah... I want to pull the panties down myself."
"N-no... they're already completely soaked. W-wait a second!"
Before she could finish, I felt Hwa-soo's hands guiding her somewhere. Pulled along by his strength, my wife lay her body down on the suite bed without a single real struggle.
"You're wearing sexy lingerie today."
"Ah... that..."
"Were you looking forward to your date with Jin-woo? A night with your husband?"
"It wasn't like that... it's just..."
"You can be honest. It's just the two of us here."
Hwa-soo kept emphasizing that it was only the two of them. That deep, trustworthy voice of his was doing its part — coaxing more truthful words out of the woman I loved.
"There was some of that too..."
After a long hesitation, my wife finally answered him.
"But your husband didn't show up. Were you disappointed?"
"Ah... a little..."
Whew... yeah... Seung-yeon.
Hearing that she had been waiting for me, I let out a breath of relief. Even with our bodies apart, the love itself was real. After years of sharing everything together, I still believed in my wife completely.
"And how about now?"
"What...?"
"You're showing me the dirty lingerie you meant to show your husband. Are you disappointed?"
"Ah... that's..."
Hwa-soo's question stabbed straight into her core. Faced with that provocative, sexy inquiry, she hesitated as if her thoughts had frozen.
"I want to know how you really feel, Seung-yeon. Just as you feel it right this second. Any words are fine. Everything said here stays here when we leave."
His words clung to her ear like a love whisper, and even I felt a chill run through me.
This bastard... he's a pro.
What woman could resist that? The way he was ravaging my wife's body and heart left no visible ulterior motive, no excess — nothing but smooth, perfect delivery.
"Ah..."
"Honestly."
"Honestly... it feels good."
Shit...!
"Honestly, it feels even better?"
"Yes... even... better..."
"Because you get to show it to me?"
".....Yes."
Her trembling voice came through the speaker with perfect clarity.
"I like dirty panties like these too. They look even sexier with you wearing them."
"Ah... I'm embarrassed..."
"Thank you for being honest with me. Let's agree to be honest with each other, at least when it's just the two of us. All right?"
"....Yes."
"Hoo... I'll take them off for you."
Ssslip...
You fucking bastard...
Hwa-soo's rough hands were sliding the panties down from her spread hips. She would be covering her pubic hair in shame — but lifting her ass to help them come off more easily.
"Haa..."
"It's humiliating... don't stare like that..."
The panties sliding down Seung-yeon's firm ass and thick thighs would already be soaked sticky with her pussy juice.
"Seung-yeon, your pussy is so beautiful. How can it be this pink?"
"Ahn... that's dirty... you sound like a player... why are you so good with words?"
She would be covering her mound with her hands out of embarrassment. But Hwa-soo's rough hands would soon pin those hands down against the bed.
"Because with you, Seung-yeon, I mean every word."
"Hngh... hnn...!"
Right after his sweet words, a deep moan burst from my wife.
"W-wait a second...!"
Her voice came out violently. Something had startled her — the volume climbed even higher.
"Ah... it's dirty... I haven't washed...!"
"Haa... hoo... it's fine... I like it better this way."
"Ah... w-wait... it feels strange..."
Lick... lick...
Slurp...
From the intensity of her reactions through the speaker, I could tell exactly what Hwa-soo was doing to her.
I could already picture him spreading her white legs wide and burying that handsome face of his between them.
She reacted violently, trying to push his face away. But the tip of his tongue was already latching onto her thoroughly soaked pussy.
Squish... squish...
"Hngh.... hnn....!"
The hot breaths exploding from her were so fierce I couldn't tell whether they were screams or moans.
"Hngh.... ah.... it's too.... weird!"
Lick... lick... slurp.... slurp.....!
"Hnn....!"
Hwa-soo's breath and the hot air from his mouth were being sucked straight into her pussy.
Her white thighs, clenched tight on either side of his head, began to shake violently under the work of his tongue.
"Hngh.... Hwa-soo... please....!"
Her hands locked onto the back of his head. Her waist arched backward. Another man's tongue was sliding lewdly in and out of the pussy hole I had never once tasted myself.
"Haa.... hngh....!"
"Hoo... haa..."
Hwa-soo gripped her thighs tight and ran his tongue up and down over her mound. Her pussy juice would be hanging thick and wet from his lips, glistening under the suite lights.
Fuck....
I couldn't let this go on.
My cock, already rock-hard, understood exactly how serious the situation had become.
I need to see it... with my own eyes.
In that instant I remembered the golf club someone had gifted me, sitting in the trunk.
"Hngh.... ahk....!"
Through the speaker, my wife's moans were rising in a passionate, almost explosive crescendo.