My Wife's Sex Fantasy (3)
Lee Hwa-soo's cock was buried deep inside my wife's pussy, twitching and throbbing as if his plan from the very beginning had been to flood her completely with his semen. There was no wasted motion in the way he moved.
Squelch... squelch...
The hard muscles of his ass rippled like they were furious. And there was my beloved wife Seung-yeon, both legs trembling. The quivering that ran through her flushed, burning buttocks showed she too had climbed to her peak.
"Haa.... haa..."
"Hup... mmph... mmph!"
Even the last remaining drops of his cum pulsed and poured into my wife's pussy.
Slap!
"Hauk!"
As if to say that was enough, Lee Hwa-soo gave my wife's blazing red ass a sharp smack.
My beloved wife's buttocks vibrated and trembled. From her rear hole, half-spilled semen was dripping in thick drops.
Fuck...
"If you do it inside... what am I supposed to do...!"
Still catching her breath from the sex with Lee Hwa-soo, my wife seemed to come back to herself and spoke in a desperate voice. Yet the raw excitement still clung thickly to every word.
"I must have found the wrong hole."
Hwa-soo answered in that calm, even tone. The corner of his mouth had lifted just slightly.
Is even that line sincere?
"Haa, really... it's a dangerous time..."
My wife reached out and pressed her hand over her pussy, trying to stop Lee Hwa-soo's sticky semen from spilling out.
Gulp... gulp...
Even at a glance you could tell the amount of cum pouring from my wife's pussy was enormous.
"Ah...."
A deep moan slipped from her. She seemed to be feeling some strange, complex excitement at the unfamiliar man's semen bursting out of her.
In the end... is this how it has to go?
When I had handed my wife back over to Lee Hwa-soo, it wasn't as if I had never imagined this exact moment. I had fully expected him to persuade and seduce her into having sex.
But seeing it with my own eyes was another matter entirely. The moans bursting from my wife's mouth, the way her body shook because she couldn't contain the pleasure, the honest words of wanting Lee Hwa-soo—all of it was playing out before me like a panorama.
"Hold me..."
My wife's words, spoken as if into empty air, were directed at him. She wanted his arms as if she had already become completely subordinate to him.
"Seung-yeon-ssi's fantasy... how did it feel once you lived it?"
"It was a sensation I'd never felt before. It was so strange... that I could actually do the things I'd only ever thought about."
"Did you like it?"
"....Yes."
My wife's words were sincere. A deep smile even seemed to linger at the corners of her mouth as she trembled, tracing the memory of the sex they had just finished.
In some ways I was even grateful to Lee Hwa-soo. Because of him I had learned a sex fantasy of my wife's that I would have gone my whole life never knowing. And I had come to understand with absolute clarity that the woman I loved was also a woman who hungered for beauty and for the beautiful.
Lee Hwa-soo and I really are different species...
The afterimage of that strangely filthy thought remained, but I had no choice but to admit it. It wasn't only my wife—other women would think the same way.
Lee Hwa-soo... get to the real point already.
A little impatience had begun to stir in me. One thing was certain: I had not come here today simply to watch my wife have sex and jerk off.
Recovering the relationship that had grown distant with the woman I loved. That single purpose was the only reason I had come this far. If it meant I could restore things with my wife, I was willing to try anything.
That was how much Seung-yeon was still my wife, and the being I loved most in the world.
"And what about Jin-woo-ssi?"
There it was. Holding my wife in his arms while he caught his breath, Lee Hwa-soo finally let the real subject flow from his mouth.
"Ah...."
The moment my name came out, a deep sigh escaped my wife's lips.
Was it guilt toward me, or guilt toward herself? The density of the sigh she released looked quite heavy.
"When you go home today, try talking with Jin-woo-ssi again."
"With my husband...?"
"Yes. If you're not going to divorce, Seung-yeon-ssi has to open the door first. You can't stay without even speaking forever, can you?"
"But... after what happened today too... I don't think I'll be able to look my husband in the face..."
My wife was hesitating. Having given in to Lee Hwa-soo's temptation and mixed bodies with him again on the very day she was supposed to meet me seemed to be loading her with considerable guilt.
"Do you have the confidence to live looking only at Jin-woo-ssi?"
"What...?"
It was a question that pierced straight through the chest. Even my wife looked startled by Lee Hwa-soo's directness.
"I'm asking if you have the confidence to live the rest of your life looking only at Jin-woo-ssi, the way you have until now. Honestly."
"....."
"You don't, do you?"
"No... I can live that way..."
"Really? Can you be sure?"
"....."
Seung-yeon, is this even something to hesitate over? What the hell are you doing!
I wanted to kick the door open right then, grab my wife by the collar, and drag her out. I wanted to look into her eyes and ask her for certain.
Aren't I your husband? How could you change like this...
"You can't be certain, can you?"
"I... don't know..."
It was a bolt from the blue. The words that finally left my wife's mouth were no different from a death sentence for me.
"I love Jin-woo-ssi... I really, truly love him so much. But..."
"But...?"
"I'm afraid other thoughts will keep coming... that my body will be drawn like it was today, and that terrifies me... because it would hurt Jin-woo-ssi so much."
My wife's words were sincere. No—they were a truth as sharp and painful as a blade. At some point something had coiled itself inside her heart that love alone could no longer solve.
"You're certain you love Jin-woo-ssi?"
"Yes... really. So much."
"Then... use me."
What?
Lee Hwa-soo began saying things whose intent I couldn't read.
"Use... you? Hwa-soo-ssi?"
"Yes. If your heart loves Jin-woo-ssi but your body doesn't, then all you need is something that can soothe Seung-yeon-ssi's body, right?"
"...."
"Use me for a while."
His unreadable words sent my mind into confusion. On the surface it sounded like he was speaking for my sake and my wife's, but in the end it was a declaration that he intended to keep his relationship with her going.
"Could I really do that...?"
"It's for us. Seung-yeon-ssi wants that too, doesn't she?"
"Even so..."
"One by one. Let's take it slowly, one step at a time. Fulfilling Seung-yeon-ssi's fantasies like we did today is good too. Set goals and work toward them."
This... this fucking...
Something was going badly wrong. The words coming out of Lee Hwa-soo's mouth were clearly a clever trap meant to lure the woman I loved toward himself.
"Hwa-soo-ssi... but I can't meet you while I'm meeting my husband."
That's right. My wife was not the kind of woman who would abandon me for another man.
"I'm not asking you to give me your heart. I'm saying Seung-yeon-ssi should 'use' me."
At my wife's words, Lee Hwa-soo hurriedly soothed her. Emphasizing the word "use," his hand was already kneading her breast, circling the stiff nipple with his fingers.
"Ask yourself. Whether you want to rebuild a relationship with Jin-woo-ssi. Whether you truly intend to return to Jin-woo-ssi's arms. The most important thing is Seung-yeon-ssi's heart."
"....."
My wife didn't answer. She seemed to be sorting through her own thoughts under Lee Hwa-soo's words. She didn't even seem to notice her nipple being flicked by his fingers as she thought about her relationship with me.
"I... don't know..."
"Good. Take your time and think it over carefully."
"I... think I should go."
From within Lee Hwa-soo's arms, my wife carefully spoke up.
Looking at the clock, it was already past nine. I too needed to escape this hellish place.
"We're not finished yet, though?"
"What...?"
Lee Hwa-soo's hand slowly began to slide down the line of my wife's waist. Her nipples, already hard, stood taut and pointed into the empty air.
"You were planning to leave after just once?"
"What do you mean..."
"There's still a little time before Jin-woo-ssi gets off, right? You said he was working overtime today."
"Ah... even so... this isn't right. Let's stop here for today..."
Before she knew it, Lee Hwa-soo's thick torso was wrapping over my wife's body. Where his hand had gone, her sex was still gaping open, still pouring out damp love juices.
"We need to be thorough. Are you really going to leave this behind?"
"Ah...."
Lee Hwa-soo's hand pulled my wife's wrist down toward his crotch. Her slender fingers wrapped around the tip of his already thickly risen, heavy cock.
"..... Hwa-soo-ssi..."
Was the heat rising again? My wife's body, which until a moment ago had been trying to get up, slowly sank back into the bed as if melting into it.
"Just a second, let me close the door."
Suddenly Lee Hwa-soo rose in a hurry and came out to shut the door. Watching their act through the crack, I had no time to step back and found myself face to face with him.
"Shh..."
The smile he gave me was so natural it was as if he had known all along that I was standing there.
Why... why is he coming toward me?
While I was still flustered by the sudden move, I could read the shape of Lee Hwa-soo's mouth as he approached.
"Go."
What...?
His expression was thick with excitement. His face, somehow filled with a kind of rapture, mouthed the words at me like ventriloquism.
"I. Said. Go."
.....
Ssshhh.... Bang!
Click...
He spoke only that single phrase to me and slowly closed the door.
In the silhouette visible through the crack, his thick cock—still heated by the warmth of my wife's hand from moments before—was twitching and pointing into the empty air.