The Price of My Wife's Pussy (1)
That fucking bastard... Who the hell does he think Kim Jin-woo is?
The whole way home, the words I hadn't finished saying kept boiling up inside me, and the anger wouldn't settle. I should have clenched my teeth, grabbed him by the collar, and poured every curse I had straight into his face. Instead I'd just stood there like an idiot, stunned by that Neto University nonsense, and come home empty-handed. The regret was eating me alive.
Even the look on Lee Hwa-soo's face when I stormed out had been strange—confident, almost certain I would come crawling back. There had been a time when that easy composure of his had felt almost charming. Now I couldn't stand the sight of it.
Fuck... Just thinking about it makes my blood boil. How dare he make a proposal like that to me and Seung-yeon?
The contract Lee Hwa-soo had pushed across the table boiled down to one thing: sell your wife and make money. Call it a "platform" all you want—he was nothing more than a pimp brokering sex. The only twist was that he targeted married men and women. The whole thing was illegal in everything but name.
No matter how thoroughly my wife had abandoned me, she was still my wife. The thought of selling the woman I still loved with all my heart for cash never even crossed my mind.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep....
Ding-dong.
Click...
My wife was home.
"What took you so long?"
Two and a half hours had passed since she left. She looked completely different from when she'd gone out—drenched in sweat from head to toe, hair a mess. Anyone could see she'd just finished some intense workout.
The problem was that the "workout" she had done wasn't the kind that involved a gym.
"I went a little longer today..."
"You really went to work out?"
"Of course..."
"By yourself?"
"Yeah."
Her voice hesitated. On any other day I might have let it slide, but knowing everything I knew now, her lie only twisted the knife deeper.
Whatever. It didn't matter. I never expected her to tell the truth. If she'd had the guts to come home and confess, she never would have gone looking for Lee Hwa-soo and Jang-woo in the first place.
She walked straight into the master bedroom the moment she came in and started getting ready to shower. She pulled out clean underwear and a slip from the dresser and headed for the bathroom. A faint, strange scent of sweat drifted to my nose.
Heat. The body odor of a strange man. And the thick residue of another man's cum that would still be clinging inside her panties...
Under that neatly arranged tennis skirt, her white panties would be sticky and soaked. My lower belly tingled, and the urge to bury my face in that smell hit me hard.
"Hold on a second."
"Why...?"
She stopped at my call. A deep flush still colored her pale face.
"Come here."
"...What's wrong with you?"
Her voice trembled with unease. Maybe my tone had dropped too low. I wanted her to feel even a shred of guilt.
"Hurry up. Come over here."
The unfamiliar way I spoke made her approach the sofa carefully. Up close I could see small scrapes scattered across her white thighs. Outdoor sex in some filthy place had left its marks on her body, big and small. Her whole body was flushed and hot, and that strange, heavy scent of sweat rose thickly from her skin.
"Haa..."
"What's wrong... Did something happen?"
Yeah. Something happened. I saw something that shook me to the core today. And it feels like I have to take this all the way with you.
The words Let's get a divorce right now rose all the way to the back of my throat.
"What's going on..."
Her soft hand cupped my face. Maybe she thought I was carrying some private burden I couldn't speak of. Her fingers stroked my cheek so gently, just like in the old days when she still knew nothing.
I looked up and saw my wife's refined, pure face. To think she had gone out and done that with a face like this... The thought of another man's cum still filling her cunt sent a sharp jolt through my lower belly.
"Oh my..."
I slipped my hand under her tennis skirt. A damp, humid heat spread against my fingers. She clearly hadn't managed to wash thoroughly down there either.
"Ah... Honey... Not right now. I sweated so much..."
Startled by my sudden touch, my beloved wife pulled her hips back. The full, ripe curve of her body as she recoiled made my cock swell hard and certain.
"Honey..."
"Come here."
"What... Why are you acting like this...!"
My cock was fully hard. There was no time to waste. I had no idea when the erection might collapse, so I needed to bury myself inside her pussy right now.
"Baby... This isn't like you!"
I yanked her body toward me and pushed her down onto the sofa. Sticky sweat coated every inch of her; the damp, filthy sensation soaked straight into the cushions.
"Ah... I'm dirty..."
"So you know you're dirty."
"What...?"
She shook her head, not understanding the meaning behind my words. Her white tennis skirt had ridden up, and just as I expected, the crotch of her panties was dark and wet. Even the lightest touch would leave thick liquid clinging to my fingertips.
"Haa... Just stay still for a second."
"Hnn...! Honey, seriously, what's gotten into you...!"
Seung-yeon looked shocked by an attitude she had never seen from me before. Not once had I ever grabbed her wrist and forced her down. The only sex technique I knew was melting her body slowly, gently, naturally.
You're the one who made me like this...
I clamped my hand around her wrist and pinned her to the sofa. When I covered her thrashing body with my own, she let out a small, strained sound as if the weight was too much.
Acting hurt over this little bit? Earlier you were hanging onto a toilet and taking it just fine.
"Ahh... Honey, what the hell is wrong with you!"
A flicker of irritation crossed her eyes. After two rounds of sex she looked exhausted. Watching my wife come home after getting fucked by other men and then refuse me only made my cock burn hotter.
"What? You don't want me?"
"Why do you keep saying weird things...! Mmph...!"
I shoved my thick tongue past her lips. A faint sweetness rose from her mouth. After screaming through so much hot sex today, her spit must have been nearly dried up.
I released her wrist, grabbed the tight T-shirt stretched over her breasts, and shoved it upward. The fabric, glued to her soft skin by sweat, peeled away with a sticky resistance.
"Hnn... Baby... Don't do this. Why are you suddenly acting like this..."
"Haa... Just stay still. I'll make it better for you."
"Hnn... Ah... Really...!"
Hot moans spilled from her mouth. My hand slid straight under her tennis skirt and stroked the damp surface of her panties.
Squish... Squish...
I could feel the neatly trimmed pubic hair through the fabric, and the wet, humid moisture transferred to my fingertips.
Fuck...
Touching another man's cum through my wife's panties felt even filthier than I had expected. She must have felt it too—she kept twisting her hips, trying to escape my hand.
"Stay still...!"
"Ah... Seriously. What's wrong with you!"
Our voices rose. The more she resisted, the harder my cock stood, thrusting up into the empty air. Then it pressed flush against her crotch. The friction through the thin fabric sent electric sparks racing through me.
"Hnn... Baby...!"
"Haa... Hnn..."
The moment the head of my cock brushed over her pussy, rational thought vanished. I shoved her T-shirt halfway up and pushed the sports bra above her breasts. Her full, soft tits and clean pink nipples came into view.
"Haa..."
I squeezed one breast hard and clamped my mouth around the nipple. The warm little bud caught against my tongue for the first time in ages.
"Hnn...!"
When I crushed her breast with my lips, a scent rose that was different from her usual smell. Another man's saliva, maybe. The heavy odor clinging to her nipple felt alien.
"Ahh... Today... Hnn... Why are you like this..."
I circled her nipple slowly with my tongue, and her voice softened a little. It had been so long since I last caressed her sensitive spots.
My hand moved lower and gently peeled her panties down. She tried to pull her hips away in resistance, but the slick juices soaking through the fabric looked ready to pool like spring water at any second.
"Haa... Honey... Can you even do it?"
She looked up at me, resigned under my aggressive pushing. A faint spark of expectation seemed to flicker across her face, as if my sudden forcefulness surprised her.
I can do it if I want to.
I took her hand and pressed it against my crotch. The cock that had been straining inside my underwear filled her palm. It was smaller than Jang-woo's or Lee Hwa-soo's, of course, but the erection that had returned after so long stood harder and more solid than ever.
Throb... Throb...
The moment her hand touched it, my cock jerked more violently than usual.
"Haa... Why did it get so big...?"
Her fingers closed tightly around my shaft. She seemed startled by the sudden erection. Of course she was—she had no idea why I was hard.
I pulled her panties the rest of the way down. This time she lifted her hips obediently. The filthy underwear slid off the full curve of her ass.
"Haa... Hnn..."
Her breathing in my ear grew hotter by the second.
Squish... Squish...
When my fingers touched her pussy, lukewarm juices coated them immediately.
Is this fresh, or left over from earlier...?
Every filthy possibility that flashed through my mind made my cock swell until it felt ready to burst. I shoved my own underwear down and lined the head up against her entrance.
Squish...
She parted her legs a little. White foam clung between the opened lips of her pussy. Hardened white liquid matted the neatly trimmed pubic hair. She had come home still holding their cum inside her without even washing.
With her eyes closed, the face of the woman who once loved only me floated faintly over her features.
If only it could still be like that...
This would probably be the last time we had sex. After this I would send her wherever she wanted to go. I only hoped she would be happy there, even without me.
Squish... Squish...
"Hnn...!"
"Ahh... Honey..."
My thick cock pushed straight into her pussy. The hard erection made every soft fold of her plump thighs press against me, and her legs fell open wide.
"Hnn...! Ah..."
A deep moan spilled from her. She clenched her pussy around my cock, squeezing tight—still a true masterpiece of a cunt.
Then a sudden thought rose out of nowhere. With a grip this good, a pussy this exquisite, every man who tasted her would come back for more. I pictured a line of men forming outside her bedroom door.
"Haa..."
"Ahh... Hnn...!"
Squish... Squish...
If we were going to split up anyway, what was wrong with using my wife as a tool for fantasy? If I accepted Lee Hwa-soo's offer, her body would be worth far more than twenty million won.
Fifty million...?
Squish... Squish...
"Ahh...!"
Pussy juice leaked out along my shaft and soaked my balls. If she could still produce this much after two rounds already, the lust buried inside her had no bottom.
Eighty million...?
If she put her mind to it, she could easily take several men several times a day. The way she had looked with Jang-woo's cock buried in her, the way she had sucked Lee Hwa-soo's cock—she was more than capable.
"Hnn... Honey...!"
Squish... Squish...
"Haa..."
A sharp tingle bloomed in my lower belly. If she squeezed any tighter, cum would shoot out any second.
Was her grip always this good...?
Meeting Jang-woo and Lee Hwa-soo had made her grow more and more.
A hundred million...?
If... just if... I signed that contract with Lee Hwa-soo...
Yes. One hundred million. The price I set for my wife's pussy was one hundred million won.