The Wife's Trainer (3)
Just as the trainer's thick hand was about to push inside my wife's sports bra, her fingers closed around his wrist.
"W-wait a second..."
She broke the kiss and stopped his hand. Her pale skin was flushed a deep red, her face burning as she looked up into his eyes. The excitement and tension in that gaze belonged to a woman I no longer recognized—not the wife I knew.
"Why?"
"This... this isn't right..."
She shook her head at him, eyes wide. I could almost feel the heat of her breath from where I stood.
"It's fine. As long as we both want it."
You fucking bastard...
The trainer kept pressing her, his deep voice filling the bathroom, thick with hunger. In that moment he was nothing but a predator closing in on his prey, claws about to sink into the woman I loved.
Seung-yeon... please... don't cross that line!
"Haa..."
She drew in a long breath. Whether from the alcohol or the charged air between them, her face looked ready to burst from the heat.
"We can't. Not here..."
What? What did she just say?
She was firmly rejecting his advance—yet the words she tagged on at the end scraped against me.
Not here...
Saying it couldn't happen here meant it could happen somewhere else. My beloved wife had attached a condition to her refusal. I could almost swear a smile was curling at the corner of the trainer's mouth.
"Alright... hah... but you know I've been watching you for a long time, right, Seung-yeon?"
He spoke as if resigning himself, his soft voice and warm breath brushing her ears.
"Come on... Jang-woo. Don't lie."
Jang-woo...
No longer "Trainer" or "Teacher"—just his name. A soft smile had already bloomed on her face. Her expression was looser than before, her eyes holding something far beyond simple excitement as she looked at the man called Jang-woo.
"I'm serious. You know I don't lie. I look forward to every session because of you."
Jang-woo was openly confessing his feelings now. From where I stood, every word out of his mouth felt like sugar-coated bait meant to reel her in.
Should I barge in right now and tear them apart...? God, I wanted to grab that bastard by the collar and throw him across the room...
But I didn't have it in me. No courage, no real drive to do it. What I felt instead was a strange, swelling pleasure and excitement that only grew stronger. My mind spun in a confusion I couldn't put into words.
"Then... let's finish what we started."
Jang-woo expertly cupped her face again and pressed his mouth to her red lips.
"Mmph..."
She flinched, trying for a second to stop him, but then yielded to the gentle pressure of his hands and gave him her face.
"Haa... mmph..."
The wet, intimate sound of soft lips sliding together filled the space. Jang-woo ravaged her face and the smooth line of her neck, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth.
My wife parted those red lips for him and closed her eyes. Both of her hands rose again to his broad shoulders and the hard muscles of his back, clutching and releasing the fabric of his shirt over and over.
"Haah..."
"Hoo... slurp..."
His tongue seemed to delve even deeper than before, exploring every corner of her mouth. The thought that the soft tongue only I was supposed to know was being claimed by another man sent rage and a strange, coiling heat rising together inside me.
What the hell am I supposed to do right now?
What she was doing was no different from an affair. The wife who had looked only at me, loved only me since our dating days, was now wrapped in another man's arms sharing a deep, wet kiss. The old me would never have been able to stand it.
I would have wanted to drag both of those bastards out by the hair and take my anger out on them right then and there.
But... when had it started? The thought that maybe, deep down, she truly wanted those hungry looks from other men had begun to take root.
A body that never looked like it belonged to a married woman. A face that drew compliments of beauty wherever she went. She had always been far too good for me.
"Haah..."
"Hoo..."
How many minutes passed? It must have been only a short while, yet it felt like an eternity to me. When they finally broke the deep kiss, they locked eyes. What filled those gazes—love, or raw hunger for each other's bodies?
"I... I should go now."
My wife spoke first. But the trainer's thick hand settled on her soft thigh, pinning her in place so she couldn't move.
You son of a bitch. Let her go already!
"What am I supposed to do if I want to see you again?"
"Today was a mistake... Let's stop here."
She seemed to have regained a little of her senses; she pushed his arm away and slid down from the sink. Standing side by side, the two of them looked almost perfect—he was a full head taller, and even I had to admit the combination wasn't bad.
"Can we really stop?"
"I have a husband... You know that..."
His deep voice pressed her for an answer. Her own voice trembled.
Is the fact that she has a husband a chain to her right now? Is my existence the thing weighing her down...?
In that moment I had to decide. Burst through the bathroom door and rage at them—or let go of the handle, slip away carefully, and pretend I never saw a thing.
Only my choice would decide the fate of our relationship. A thousand thoughts flashed through my head at once.
"Hhk..."
That split-second of hesitation stretched into forever, and I had to clap a hand over my own mouth. Because there, outlined clearly against the front of my pants, was something hard and swollen.
My cock... fully erect...
It had been so long since I'd seen it this solid. The thick shaft twitching inside my pants felt almost foreign, as if it didn't belong to me. This was nothing like the half-hearted swell I'd gotten watching my wife masturbate before.
Yes...! This was it.
A wave of pure gratitude washed over me at the long-lost sensation of a real erection. I wanted to throw the door open right then, walk up to my wife, and shove this hard cock against her.
But why... why the hell was I getting hard from this situation?
"I really have to go. My husband will start worrying."
She met the trainer's eyes as she spoke. He stroked her smooth shoulder with clear reluctance. For a second I thought I saw hot desire and lingering regret coexisting in her pupils.
I have to leave this spot first. I carefully released the doorknob and stepped back. If they caught me now, the humiliation would be unbearable.
By the time I made it back to the table, cold sweat beaded on my forehead—no, my entire body was soaked.
"Hey, hyung-nim, something wrong?"
"Huh? Ah... no..."
Soo-hyuk had clearly downed a few more beers; his face was flushed red. Thank god he was drunk—if he'd been sober he would have grilled me about where I'd been.
"Come on, drink up, hyung-nim. Feels like I've been waiting forever~"
I only touched my lips to the beer he pushed toward me. Chaos was still spinning through my head from everything that had just happened.
My wife's affair...
Can I even call it that?
Wasn't it just a drunken mistake between a man and a woman?
And why... why the fuck did my cock get hard? Why!?
Questions I couldn't face sober kept boring into my skull. Soo-hyuk was babbling something in front of me, but none of it reached my ears.
"Ahem. Ahem."
It was the trainer—Jang-woo. He settled into his seat with that massive frame of muscle rolling casually. For a second his eyes seemed to study my face.
You bastard... you fucking piece of shit...
I wanted to stand up and smash my beer glass over his head, but I couldn't. My tangled thoughts needed sorting first.
"What? Why'd you come back alone?"
Soo-hyuk asked, noticing Jang-woo had returned by himself.
"Ah, she said she needed the bathroom again, so I came first."
Jang-woo answered with perfect nonchalance, then took a sip of beer while glancing at me. I stared back, boring holes into his eyes with pure hatred.
"I'm back. Sorry I'm late~"
Then my beloved wife appeared. She must have fixed her clothes; she looked exactly as she had when she left.
Of course, there was no hiding the flushed heat still coloring her pale skin...
"Seung-yeon! What took you so long~"
Soo-hyuk, completely oblivious, offered her a beer. She accepted it as if nothing had happened and downed it in one go.
How thirsty must she have been...
I watched her slowly as she lifted the 500cc glass. The delicate hands that had been stroking Jang-woo's back muscles moments earlier trembled faintly. Droplets of beer that escaped her lips fell straight into the sports bra Jang-woo had tried—and failed—to invade.
Gulp...
The liquid splashing into the valley of her white breasts sent filthy images flooding through me.
What if... Jang-woo's hand had actually gotten inside that bra?
If she had let him touch her breasts... she probably would have...
Forbidden fantasies kept cascading one after another.
Right now those leggings must be soaked through with her juices. Her pussy has always been wet; I bet it's dripping hot and slick right this second. The thought alone sent uncontrollable excitement crashing over me.
"We've had a lot to drink... maybe we should call it a night?"
Jang-woo was the one who spoke. He looked like a salaryman who had already achieved his goal for the evening and no longer cared about the drinking session.
He's probably already thinking about the next private lesson with her...
"No way!"
That was Soo-hyuk, thoroughly drunk.
"We're going for round two. Round two."
"Oh~ Soo-hyuk. Looks like you're not done yet. I'm not either... Round two, let's go!"
My wife smiled sweetly at him. Maybe it was the rosy flush on her cheeks, but tonight she looked even more like a college girl.
Do you really want more to drink? Or do you just want more time with other men...
"Hell yeah! See, Seung-yeon always knows how to party. Jang-woo hyung, you're really not coming?"
"Hmm... if Seung-yeon is going, of course I should escort her. She's my client, after all."
You fucking bastard...!
Jang-woo gave an easy, shameless smile and looked straight into her eyes. My wife answered that gaze with a lovely smile of her own.
"Hyung-nim, what about you?"
Soo-hyuk turned to me. Every instinct screamed to get up and leave right then, but I couldn't abandon my wife alone with them.
"Yeah... let's go..."
"Hell yeah!"
Soo-hyuk whooped like a kid on Christmas.
Just shut the fuck up already.
"But where are we going? Is anything even open this late?"
My wife checked her phone as she asked. She was right—it was already past midnight, and we were nowhere near the nightlife districts.
I hadn't wanted a second round anyway. Perfect. I could use the lack of options as an excuse to wrap things up.
"Yeah... you're right. Round two at this hour is going to be tough. So maybe next time we—"
"If you don't mind, would you like to come to my place?"
Jang-woo cut me off. He was inviting all of us to his house. And his eyes weren't on me or Soo-hyuk—they were fixed solely on the woman I loved.