82. What Do You Want Me to Do with Your Wife?
“I want you to sleep with another man.”
It was a shocking confession from Seong Ji-hyeon’s husband.
He’d finally admitted his special fetish.
Looking back, their sex life had dwindled to almost nothing. In the early days of dating and the first year of marriage, it had been frequent, but it gradually dropped to once a week, then once a month, then every three months—until it vanished entirely for a full year.
At first, she thought something was wrong with his body. Men’s libidos crash as they age, and with their nine-year age gap, it made sense. Or maybe long-term marriage had dulled her appeal. She’d tried dressing to his tastes, but it only led to more casual touches—no dramatic change like in the dramas.
It was hitting her peak sexual prime, leaving her frustrated inside, but as a housewife stuck at home, she didn’t want to burden him.
Then he confessed. He couldn’t hide his dirty secret anymore and spilled it two years ago, drunk and rambling.
At the time, to avoid disappointing him, she’d played it cool, pretending to understand. But she was terrified. Embracing a total stranger? It was insanely dangerous. She’d only ever had eyes for one man from dating through marriage—this was brutal.
A year and a half passed like that. Their sexless marriage label stretched to an epic two and a half years.
He’d hug her occasionally, but with his steady coaxing, they never shared a bed. It felt like indirect protest.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
In rebellion, she’d grown used to satisfying her urges with masturbation. Days holed up at home, pleasuring herself on their marital bed. But afterward, drenched in sweat, she’d crash into deep gloom.
Reflecting, she was still young. How long would this loneliness last? Maybe forever. The thought filled her with resentment.
The only fix was accepting his proposal.
The first guy had an ordinary face—like any college kid you’d spot on campus. That familiarity eased her into bed without much resistance, but it sucked the whole time.
“Ah, does it hurt? Should we go slower…?”
“No…”
He checked on her constantly, caring, trying to please her. But his hesitant questions stabbed like, “You’re spreading your legs for another man like a slut right now.”
Plus, his amateur skills were worse than solo play. She had to complain to her husband.
After mental recovery time, she met the second guy. His first impression made her wonder if her husband hated her—dirty skin, buff muscles screaming macho, but that sleazy grin every time he looked at her. Utterly repulsive.
They got through the first day somehow, but she spent thirty minutes under the shower afterward, blasting water.
That’s when she learned to fake it. She hated it, but her husband was thrilled, and their marriage felt normal again. Plus, eyes closed, it felt decent enough.
“Uh-heh-heh… Isn’t the lady loving it?”
“……”
But opening her eyes to that nightmare was unbearable. She didn’t want to judge looks, but it felt like true defilement—like being sucked alive into a swamp monster.
His patterns were rote too; she could predict every move. Enduring it wide-eyed felt like pure humiliation.
She complained again, begging a month’s break.
Thus, the third man: Geum Saja, the Gold Lion.
Her husband showed her a video. A young stud with an impossibly huge cock, manhandling street-picked women while masked as Gold Lion.
“Hiiit…! Amazing♥ Your dick’s so big, it feels fucking incredible♥”
Just the voices screamed female ecstasy. But treated like whores, spewing vulgarity? For sheltered Seong Ji-hyeon, it was a shock.
“Tightening your pussy walls like a brat—were you that starved?”
“Yes! Yes♥ Give me more♥”
He degraded them crudely, yet they moaned louder, egging him on. Savage and chilling.
“Wh-what do you think? I’ll stop after this guy… okay?”
“I-I’ll… think about it.”
She held off an instant reply. But the video haunted her. Violent images burned deep, replaying endlessly.
She stewed miserably, then secretly searched it up. Paid on the sly, masturbated at home to it…
“Hngh…! Hnng… Haa…!”
Dildo in hand, syncing to the timing, she came hard.
“Phew, pussy soaked enough to feel that good?”
“……♥”
His sticky taunts felt aimed at her. She got hooked.
Pretending reluctance, she accepted her husband’s plea. And the result?
*
“Come on, ma’am, hang in there just a bit longer.”
“Haaang…♥ Your cock’s too… too biggg♥”
“Heh! ‘Big’ alone’s no fun. Any other reviews?”
“It’s hard… fills me up perfectly—best ever!”
“Looks like this naughty pussy’s already hooked on a real dick’s taste.”
“Aang♥”
He degraded while holding her hand tenderly, kneading her breasts lovingly, thrusting relentlessly from above with legs spread wide. She had to splay her thighs fully to take him.
Squelch-squelch-squelch♥
“Hoooook♥”
Not just pounding away—each thrust buried deep. That thick beast grazed her sweet spots perfectly. He knew how to handle women.
He ignored her desperate pleas at first, even if he went overboard solo, but always delivered satisfaction. Less carrot, more whip to drive her on—then rewards when she followed. Puppy training, repeated.
Soon, she craved pleasing him at every request.
“It’s embarrassing… this position…”
Woman on top. The so-called missionary reverse—lewd, never tried with her husband. His massive cock buried inside made it burn hotter.
“To be a loved wife, you gotta master this. But pre-game, your milky tits are tempting—mind sharing those bouncy udders?”
“……♥”
Lounging casually, fingers laced behind his head. Lewd eyes through the mask locked on her chest.
No milk, obviously. But he suckled like it was real, sloppy and obscene.
“Slurp slurp… Ma’am’s rich tit juice is delicious… Let me milk these every time from now on…”
“♥”
Felt like actual milking. For this eager baby, she wanted to keep giving. His greedy paws clutching like treasures made this lonely housewife feel special.
Done, she rocked her hips atop him. But first-time awkwardness, her privates fully exposed, killed the vibe.
“Come on, shake harder.”
“B-but… it’s my first time…”
“You can do it. It’s all for your husband, right?”
“For my husband…”
Her shield phrase once. Now his tool. She didn’t want to be the bad wife whoring out eagerly. Husband might not care, but it mattered to her.
Yet he spotted it first. Exploited the blind spot, weaving it into sex to spur her on. Visible manipulation, but hearing it felt like absolution. Erased her secret guilt.
Amusement park free pass vibes.
Bounce-bounce-bounce♥
“Haaaaang♥”
She rode that pass wild. Second guy ever, but cowgirling like a pro, venting pent-up lust and stress.
Her clumsy moves wouldn’t satisfy most, but he hyped it.
“Oh… Perfect, ma’am.”
“R-really?”
“If I’d confessed sooner, I’d feast on this prime pussy daily… Such regret.”
“Always so smooth…♥”
“Dead serious. Need to lay you down and prove it?”
“♥”
Action earned praise. His control skill—addictive.
And his cock? Insane. Lesser dicks slip out mid-thrust; his stayed rock-solid, girthy, towering.
Her pussy… molding to his size♥
Declaring to “prove it,” he flipped her prone on the bed.
Thwack-thwack-thwack!!
“Hiiiit! Amazing, Gold Lion—so amazing!”
“Feeling my true heart now?!”
“Yes, I feel it! I feeeel it…♥”
“Pussy clenching like crazy, ma’am—baby wants daddy’s seed, huh?”
“Yes! Cum inside quick!”
“Then I’ll flood you! Proper creampie!”
“Ooh! Eungiiiit♥”
Splurt! Splurt-splurt-splurt!
…Splurt!
He dumped every sticky drop inside without mercy.
Grind-grind♥
“Aang…♥”
Stirring to leave not a drop behind. Pure stud behavior.
And the volume—tangible flood. Hot semen packed her womb full. That warmth bloated her belly, hugging away her lonely pains.
“More! More, Gold Lion♥”
“Fuck, ma’am’s slutty pussy’s too good… Gonna eat this delicacy forever!”
“Haaang! Ang… Aaaang♥”
Cameras? Long forgotten. Husband watching? Irrelevant. Pure immersion in him. Tangling bodies eagerly.
“Heh! Going in again!”
“Already…? Incredible…”
“Once you taste ma’am’s pussy, can’t stop!”
“♥”
She welcomed his orderly demands, position shifts, masterful cock. Logic gone, taking his beastly acts fully.
For her starved lust, his endless drive♥
Oh, and for her husband +++
Creeeak… creak-creak…!
“Phew! Haa…! Incredible…”
“Hee-hee…”
He thrust atop his wife fervently. Three times. Three full rounds—even in their youth, never this passionate.
Sweaty collapse beside her post-climax. Hands clasped, lying side by side.
Sexless curse cured. Gold Lion pick: genius.
Especially day one—turning timid wife aggressive. He jerked off five times to the footage, high-school horny.
Each clip pure art. Fantasizing as him.
Slip…
Her hand slipped from his tight grip, damp from her sweat.
“Ah… sorry. So sleepy now…”
“Ah…… Yeah, makes sense. Good work.”
“Thanks, you were amazing too. Sweet dreams.”
“Um… Ji-hyeon?”
“Yes?”
Her dark eyes gleamed in the night.
“Thanks… for going along so well.”
“Enough… it’s for you…♡”
Naughty smile in the dark. Cuddling him amped her cuteness.
Eyelids drooped like a satisfied cat; she crashed instantly.
Post-deal, three times weekly. Today’s overtime with him? Exhausting, naturally.
He felt refreshed, rising from bed. Upper body light as air.
Flick!
Stretch lightly, watch TV, sleep? But desk light blinked.
Her phone. Late-night messenger alert—from “Gold Lion.”
“……?”
Why message now?
“……(Gulp)”
Dread brewed. Massive tsunami incoming… He peeked secretly.
Photos…? Tension spiked, he tapped the chat.
Nothing extreme. Just pics.
Her and him in the motel, street, car. Pre- and post-broadcast.
Not pornier than streams… clothed properly, just together.
Only change: expressions. Her initial shyness bloomed—aware of the lens, smiling, curious stares, self-thrown peace signs.
That’s it. Expected nudes? His delusion.
What’s this…?
Ominous vibe. Innocent pics, but 1:1 secrets he knew nothing of.
Strictly, he’d only greenlit sex—could complain about pics.
“Snooore… Zzz…”
“……”
But she was blooming. More feminine than early dating.
Marriage revived, lust exploding—mess up now, and it crumbles.
Beep!
Pretend unseen, he powered off her phone.