A Gift for Director Park
I stole a glance at Director Park’s phone and saw that the screen was dark.
I was certain he was using an app that could record video even with the display off. Sure enough, he kept glancing down at the phone in his hand, checking something over and over. Pretending I needed the restroom, I stood up and peeked at his screen from behind.
Just as I expected—he was watching a secretly filmed video. On the screen, the stockinged legs of a woman at the next table were captured in full. Director Park zoomed in with his fingers on her calves, her ankles, her heels, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
Throughout the company dinner, the way he filmed women was relentless. Whenever he spotted a woman whose style he liked, he worked to catch her figure from every angle—side profile, front, back. There were four women at the neighboring table, and one of them stood out sharply in both face and body. Director Park must have liked her too; the camera on his phone was always pointed her way.
When she got up for the restroom, he even followed and waited for her right outside the door. He stood there casually, pretending to look at his phone, never missing the moment she stepped back out. She looked slightly startled to find him suddenly planted in front of the restroom, dropped her eyes, and walked past. That cool, prim face of hers, the bounce of her breasts with every step, the sway of her hips under the tight skirt—Director Park captured all of it inside the phone’s camera, as if he refused to miss a single second.
A sharper woman might have realized he was filming her. But even if she had, what could she do? She could call the police on the spot and demand to check the videos stored on his phone, I suppose. The truth is, though, not many women will go through that kind of trouble on suspicion alone. Director Park was clearly banking on exactly that—a mean, petty mind hiding behind a kindly face.
The thought of him secretly filming my wife made my cock twitch hard. After fretting through the entire dinner, I made up my mind.
I would give my wife to Director Park as a gift.
“You’re home early?”
When I came back late after the dinner, my wife was still up waiting for me.
“What are you wearing?”
The moment I saw her outfit, I asked in surprise.
“Oh, they were on sale, so I bought a pair. What do you think?”
She was in leggings—a beige pair that, for a second, made me think she had nothing on her lower half at all. When I just stood there looking a little dazed, she asked with a sulky face,
“What? Do they not look good on me?”
“No, they’re pretty. They suit you.”
“Really?”
Pleased by the compliment, she rose up on her toes a little, pushed her hips back, and posed for me. Thanks to Pilates, her already fine figure was getting more perfect by the day.
“Aing, don’t just stare there. It’s embarrassing.”
She twisted her body shyly under my gaze. What had caught my eye was the sharp camel toe standing out clearly through the leggings. The plump mound and the soft folds of her pussy pressed into the fabric were laid bare. And because of the slight gap between her thighs, the full outline of her pussy showed through without mercy. I’d heard there were shapewear panties meant to erase a camel toe, and there was no way she didn’t know that. She simply didn’t seem to care much about it. Either way, I didn’t mind how bold she was becoming day by day.
“Is it too slutty?”
“No. I like how it looks. Working out’s made your body even better.”
“Really?”
Seeing her light up at the praise lifted my own mood. Figuring it was better to bring it up while she was happy, I casually tossed out Director Park’s name.
“You know Director Park from my department.”
“Director Park?”
“I’ve told you about him plenty of times. He’s a really good guy, but he’s still a bachelor.”
“Ah, right, I remember Director Park. What about him?”
“At dinner today he looked a little down.”
“Oh no, why? Did something happen?”
“No, nothing special. You know how it is, though. He never got married, and the years just keep piling on. Of course he’d feel low.”
“Mm… I guess so.”
“So I was thinking… I’d like to invite Director Park over and treat him to a nice meal. What do you think?”
“…Invite him over?”
She hesitated for a beat at the word invite. I could almost see the memories with Assistant Manager Oh flickering through her head.
“You don’t have to worry about the food or anything. Director Park isn’t the formal type. Just think of it like when Oh came over.”
“Assistant Manager Oh?”
At Oh’s name she tensed up like a woman whose affair had just been exposed. That reaction of hers was so cute I thought I might lose my mind.
“If it’s too much, we don’t have to. I only brought it up because Director Park was on my mind all of a sudden.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she answered.
“No, it’s not a burden at all. I’m fine with it. Whatever you want, honey.”
“Really? Thanks. Oh was right—I really did marry well.”
She looked at me without a word and smiled. Her face was smiling, but her head clearly looked crowded. That day she had swallowed every last drop of the thick cum shooting from Assistant Manager Oh’s cock—she was sure I knew nothing about what had happened with him, and she was definitely carrying the guilt of deceiving me. I felt a little sorry for her, but not a shred of actual remorse. Because behind that anxious look of hers, I had spotted something else.
Anticipation.
In that complicated expression of hers, there was clearly a thread of expectation. What exactly was she hoping for? With a restless heart, I waited for the day I would bring Director Park into our home.
“Manager Park, forget this. Let’s just eat out.”
“It’s fine, sir. Please, come in.”
Even after we reached our front door, Director Park still looked thoroughly uncomfortable. Getting him to accept the invitation in the first place hadn’t been easy either—he had flatly refused at the start.
“Manager Park, let’s just grab a drink outside. Why go all the way to your place?”
“Please grant me this one wish. I’ve wanted to have you over for a long time. My wife said she really wanted to meet you too.”
“Your wife?”
“Yes. I’ve talked about you a lot. That you’re the person I lean on most at the company.”
“Ah, come on, you’re embarrassing me.”
The moment I mentioned my wife, a little light flickered in Director Park’s eyes. The idea that a subordinate’s wife wanted to see him must have struck him as oddly exciting. Whether it was because of her or not, he finally accepted the invitation—and still hesitated at the door as if he didn’t really want to go in. I pushed him gently by the back and steered him inside.
“Welcome, Director.”
Standing in the entryway, Director Park took one look at my wife greeting him and dropped his eyes in mild fluster. Wondering why, I glanced at her myself—and there was reason enough.
She was wearing those same beige leggings as before. The line of her hips showed as if she had nothing on underneath, and below the plump mound of her pussy the camel toe stood out sharp and clear. On top of that, she had on a loose white T-shirt that left her bra and the bursting curves of her breasts plainly visible through the fabric. We had never discussed what she would wear, and honestly, I was a little shocked. I hadn’t expected her to dress that boldly.
Director Park looked flustered, not knowing where to put his eyes.
“Ah, yes… I hope I’m not imposing. This guy just wouldn’t stop asking.”
“Not at all. We’re glad you came, Director.”
He tried hard to look only at her face, but his gaze kept sliding down to her chest and her pussy. A lifelong bachelor who never met women and got his release by secretly filming them—how could he help it? Among all the women he had filmed, I doubted any had been as beautiful as my wife. From the very start she stole the soul right out of him, then swayed her hips and led us to the dining table.
The table was laid neatly with the dishes she had prepared, and Director Park’s eyes went wide with surprise. He must have felt as if he’d walked into some high-end private dining house. The moment he sat down, he started shoveling food as if to break the awkwardness.
“Wow. Just like I heard—your cooking is incredible.”
“Thank you. Please have as much as you like.”
Between eating and stealing looks at my wife as she walked back and forth in those leggings, he looked thoroughly overwhelmed. I found myself wondering whether she really looked that fuckable in leggings. So I watched her carefully myself.
And something about the way the fabric clung was different from before. Every time she walked, the movement of her ass and the quiver of the soft flesh under it showed with almost indecent clarity. Looking closer, I realized why—there was no panty line near her hips.
That’s right.
She wasn’t wearing any panties.
Right in front of my boss, a man she was meeting for the first time, my wife was parading around the house in leggings with nothing underneath, as if she wanted him to see.