The Wife's Trainer (2)
My wife’s back swayed unsteadily as she left, clinging to the trainer’s thick forearm. Just from the way she walked, I could tell with perfect accuracy whether she was drunk or not.
Her firm, plump ass jiggled inside the white leggings. The trainer met her eyes and slid one hand around her slender waist.
“Hnn.....”
My breath caught. A strange emotion surged up through my body. I was simply standing there, watching another man wrap his arm around my wife’s waist and lead her away. It was a feeling I had no words for.
“Hyung-nim. Hyung-nim. What’s wrong?”
Soo-hyuk, sitting across from me, suddenly spoke up. I was already reeling from that unsettling emotion; having this pretty-boy gigolo of a kid address me did nothing to improve my mood.
“Ah... nothing.”
“She’ll be fine on her own. You really dote on Seung-yeon, hyung-nim. Earlier you were acting all cool about it.”
Seung-yeon? Call her noona. And isn’t it natural for a husband to care about his wife?
I wanted to snap at him out of pure irritation, but I held it in. Getting into a spat with a kid like him would do me no good.
“Here, have a drink.”
Soo-hyuk grinned and cheerfully pushed a beer toward me.
Ah, whatever. She’ll handle herself.
The trainer’s thick hand resting on that jiggling ass still bothered me, but there was nothing I could do about it now. All I could do was clink glasses with the beer Soo-hyuk offered and drink.
“I used to be a student athlete, you know. Student athlete. You like soccer?”
Soo-hyuk was already half-drunk and launching into his life story. That he had been a soccer player, that he had nearly gone pro before washing out and was now fretting over his future—he repeated the same points several times.
Having to force myself to listen to a story I had zero interest in was pure agony.
Shut your mouth already, please! Ugh. Just drink quietly. Drinking with young guys is always exhausting.
But why wasn’t my wife back yet?
It had already been more than twenty minutes since she and the trainer headed for the restroom. She should have finished her business and returned by now.
Was she throwing up? She had seemed to get drunk faster than usual.....
I remembered the flush spreading across her pale skin. My wife wasn’t completely unable to hold her liquor, but she was no heavyweight either. When she drank with me she always wrapped things up after three or four shots of soju.
But today.....
The way she eagerly accepted every drink the trainer and Soo-hyuk pushed on her felt completely foreign. Was she simply intoxicated by the atmosphere with these younger men? The version of her I was seeing tonight was nothing like the woman who drank with me, and the difference left me unsettled.
“Why is she taking so long?”
I was starting to worry. In my mind I saw her clinging to a toilet bowl and retching. And the trainer rubbing her back.....
Anger rose for no clear reason. The thought that the trainer was seeing her in that vulnerable, intimate state while she was drunk disgusted me. I couldn’t just sit here any longer.
“I... I’ll just hit the restroom for a second.”
“Huh? We were right in the middle of talking... all of a sudden?”
He looked genuinely disappointed that I wasn’t listening to his story and tried to hold me back.
“Just a moment. I’m worried about my wife.”
“Aww~ Earlier you were playing it so cool. Now you’re getting a little worried, huh?”
Soo-hyuk’s words didn’t sound especially malicious, yet they still managed to get under my skin. I already hated that Seung-yeon was taking private PT sessions with him; even the way he talked grated on me.
“Just wait a bit. A bit.”
I snapped at him curtly and slowly rose from my seat. After pouring so much alcohol into myself, I could feel my steps sway the moment I stood.
The bar had grown quiet without my noticing. The earlier crowd had probably moved on to a second round; only a few tables remained, sitting in silence. We had almost certainly been the noisiest group in the place.
As I walked toward the restroom to find my wife, a strange anxiety washed over me. All sorts of thoughts burrowed into my head—whether she was suffering from the alcohol, whether she had passed out on the toilet floor.
Then, from some dark corner of my mind, a thought I could never voice aloud began to bloom. I saw her leaning on the trainer’s thick arm as they left, and the way his eyes had drilled into the soft swell of her breasts.
Her leaning into his body without the slightest care for that lewd gaze fixed on her.....
As the forbidden images kept chaining one after another, something hot and electric stirred low in my belly.
“The restrooms are outside—turn right. They’re in the corner.”
The bar’s restrooms were tucked away in a remote corner. At this hour only customers would use them, so the hallway was completely empty.
I passed down the corridor, turned the corner, and knew at once that the restrooms were at the far end.
“What the... why is it so dark....”
The path to the restrooms was dim. The lights seemed broken; they weren’t working at all. I could only just make out the floor. At the far end a faint glow leaked out.
I briefly considered turning on my phone’s flashlight, then decided to keep walking slowly. The alcohol made me lazy, and I didn’t feel like making a fuss over such a short stretch of hallway.
Still, afraid I might trip, I advanced with exaggerated care. The faint light at the end of the corridor was definitely coming from the restrooms.
Separate facilities for men and women. Left side men’s, right side women’s. Something felt off.
The men’s door stood wide open and the light inside was off. The women’s door on the right, however, was almost shut—only a narrow crack remained, and through it a soft light spilled out.
What? Did they already finish and leave? Maybe they went to the convenience store for something to drink?
Finding no sign of my wife where I expected her brought a small wave of relief. I only hoped she had pulled herself together and returned to the table.
I turned to head back the way I had come. I wanted to confirm with my own eyes that she was all right as soon as possible.
“Hnn.....”
That was when it happened. From the empty space a strange moan drifted out.
“Haa...”
It was unmistakable. A human moan. If you weren’t listening carefully you might have mistaken it for a cat, but I knew better. The sound was coming from a person—specifically from a woman’s mouth.
My feet, already turning away, froze in place. The relief I had felt only moments earlier began to curdle into fresh anxiety.
“Hnn.....!”
This time it was a man’s voice. A strained, effortful sound, as if he were struggling to move something heavy.
I instinctively strained my ears harder, hunting for the source.
“Aaah.”
The woman’s moan came again. A chill raced down my spine. The sound seemed to be leaking from inside the nearly closed women’s restroom. Soft male and female moans were vibrating faintly through the iron door.
“Hoo....”
In that tense moment a hot breath escaped my lips. Was it the alcohol? Or some deeper unease? Normally I would have walked right past.....
I was already moving closer to the women’s restroom door. It wasn’t fully shut; light still slipped through the narrow gap.
“Hnnng....”
No doubt now. Someone was behind that iron door. No—more than one someone. What kind of story could people have who were moaning like this in a public restroom at this hour?
Alongside the rising dread, a thrilling jolt—like the moment before opening Pandora’s box—rushed through me.
I gripped the doorknob and slowly eased my face into the crack.
Please let it be nothing.....
Please let there be nothing special.....
Please let it not be the woman I’m thinking of.....
“Hhk.....”
The instant I pushed my head through the gap and saw what lay beyond, I had to choke down the scream that tried to tear free.
Inside the restroom a woman was perched on the sink, and a man had his back to me as he kissed her. Her eyes were closed; both hands stroked the man’s back. One of his hands cradled her head while the other caressed her thigh.
My wife. That woman was my wife, Seung-yeon.
The man locked in a heated kiss with her was her trainer. He had wrapped those thick arms around her and was driving his tongue deep into her red lips.
“Haa.....”
“Hhk.....”
Their ragged breathing filled the quiet restroom. Seung-yeon’s ass rested on the edge of the sink, her legs wrapped around the trainer’s hips.
“Ahh.....”
Hot breath spilled from between her swollen lips.
I couldn’t let go of the doorknob. I wanted to burst in and bury a knife in the trainer’s back, yet somehow my feet refused to move.
Had I already sensed that she was genuinely lost in pleasure? Her delicate fingers stroked the man’s back, nails lightly scraping his skin.
“Hnn.....”
The kiss grew fiercer. Before long the trainer’s hand began to glide gently over my wife’s smooth skin. Then it slipped slowly beneath the white bra top she was wearing.
Sports bra..... Suddenly I remembered she had worn only a sports bra today.
There was nothing—not even the thinnest barrier—to stop the trainer’s filthy hand. Inside her clothes there would be only soft flesh and the full, firm weight of her breasts.
Please..... please just stop here.... stop now...
The trainer’s hand began to climb slowly upward from beneath the bra top. I felt the hand gripping the doorknob tremble.
Just as his fingertips were about to slide fully inside the fabric, my wife’s hand closed around his wrist.