Spanking Her Ass More Seriously Than I Thought
I'd heard enough of that bullshit. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Call her. Right now. Put Eun-ho on the phone!"
"...I don't... have a phone..."
Ji-soo sagged, her massive breasts drooping heavily. Already resting on the table, they spread out to either side.
"What do you mean you don't have a phone? Who doesn't carry a smartphone these days?"
"He told me... not to bring one."
She fidgeted with her long fingers, head bowed low.
Now that she mentioned it, Ji-soo had come empty-handed, without even a bag. But I couldn't just take these people's words at face value.
"Get up!"
I grabbed her slender arm—far too delicate for the size of her chest—and yanked her roughly to her feet.
"Hah, haah... I'm scared...!"
Scared? Who gave a damn? They'd fucked my wife!
"No, no, no..."
Her voice was fading as she resisted. I held her firmly with one hand and shoved the other down the front of her pants, yanking her hard toward me so she couldn't shrink away.
"Hnnngh..."
Ji-soo's waist bent, forcing her crotch forward. I ignored the way her breasts swayed right in front of my face and crammed my other hand into her pocket without hesitation.
"Where is it? Where did you hide it? A smartphone? Don't tell me you don't have one!"
"Haaah...! D-don't touch me there...!"
Her thighs were as plump and firm as her breasts, making it hard to get my hand into the pocket. But I kept rubbing and prying until I forced my fingers all the way in.
"Hnnngh!"
Don't moan like I'm fingering your pussy. I switched hands and attacked the other pocket just as roughly. Every time I applied force, her soft body swayed and buckled.
"Please... don't do this..."
I wasn't listening. I shoved my hand into the second pocket too, turning it inside out so I could see everything.
Nothing.
"Back pockets! Let's check the back pockets too!"
"Haaah...!"
Ji-soo trembled like a leaf, her soft, fatty body quivering, but she didn't even try to run. I grabbed her narrow waist, yanked up the back of her pants, and forced her ass up.
"Hnnk! Hnngh, hnnngh...!"
"Stay still! I'm checking inside properly!"
The pants were already tight; yanking them up like that had to be crushing her crotch. She rose onto her tiptoes—heels far too slender for her frame—trying to ease the pressure on her pussy, but it was useless.
"It hurts, it hurts...! Please..."
She begged me to let go, rubbing her breasts shamelessly against me as she clung on, all sense of modesty gone. Like I cared. My wife? My pussy? My wife, you mean.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck, trying to keep her weight off, but that only made me yank her pants harder, abusing her pussy even more.
"Too much... it's too much... hnnk, hic..."
Sniffling, she stopped resisting and went limp. Once I confirmed she'd submitted, I targeted the back pockets on her ass.
"Goddamn it... even your ass is ridiculously huge...!"
"Hnnk... hnnk!"
Ji-soo shuddered at the humiliating words. Her ass had incredible volume, but unlike the firm, sexy apple-shaped cheeks of athletic women, it was all soft curves—so large the curves themselves felt almost sublime. It meant she had an absurdly wide pelvis by nature.
Of course the back pockets on her stretched-tight pants were completely flat; you couldn't even fit a handkerchief in them. I didn't need to check to know there was no smartphone.
But I shoved my hand in anyway!
"Where is it?! Where's my wife?!"
"Hah... ugh... hnngh... hnnk..."
I forced my hand in and grabbed every handful of soft flesh I could reach, squeezing brutally. It was firmer than her breasts but still impossibly soft. I kneaded and crushed as much as I could, unable to hold back the rage that had built during our struggle.
What kind of lewd body was this, built to be fucked by men?
I wrapped my arm around her waist from behind like I was going to snap it, then brought my right hand down hard on that wide, impossible-to-miss target.
"Give her back! Give me Eun-ho back, you bitch!!!"
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Aah! Ah! Aaaah! Aaaaaah! Don't hit me! Please, don't hit me!!!"
Ji-soo's ass jiggled violently with every slap. Even covered by the fabric, the vibration was unbelievable.
"You did something wrong! You know you did!"
"Hah! Wrong! I was wrong! I'll apologize! I'll apologize! Please! Please! Pleeease!!!"
Ji-soo's fading voice sounded more like a sigh than a scream. Her hands, trying to pry mine off her waist, had gone deathly pale, but they were far too weak to make any difference.
"Don't... hit me... hnnngh..."
With a final, sobbing moan, Ji-soo hung her head, her long hair falling forward as she began to cry. Even her sobs were quiet—she really was like some herbivorous animal.
* * *
Her tears finally cooled my rage a little.
"Why... why don't you even carry a phone...?"
It was the first time I'd ever spanked a woman's ass. Eun-ho hated anything perverted, so we'd never even tried light SM. And I'd certainly never grabbed a grown married woman and punished her like a child.
My palm stung almost as much as her trembling cheeks. What felt truly alien was the thrill spreading through my chest after committing such a violent act without hesitation.
I hadn't known that handling a completely submissive, non-resistant woman so roughly could be this addictive.
Thud.
When I let go of her waist, Ji-soo collapsed straight to the floor. She'd used up every last bit of strength.
"What did you bring besides a smartphone?"
"Hic! Ah, ah... nothing..."
She looked too exhausted to answer, but the moment I spoke she replied instantly, probably afraid I'd hit her again.
"How did you find this house?"
"Th-the address..."
On the back of the letter she'd delivered, our home address was written. Not the 1980s or anything—she'd come looking for me with nothing but a single letter with an address on it.
"So you really did come with just the clothes on your back... ha."
Even I, drained from the violent outburst, slid down against the table leg and sat on the floor. I felt hollow.
It was a relief to confirm my wife's whereabouts, but the fact that I still couldn't contact her hadn't changed. Right now, for all I knew, she was being used by three men whose identities I didn't even know—and by Min Seo-hye, whose motives were suspicious.
Three men sharing one wife? That insane idea couldn't possibly be allowed.
But...
"Eun-ho isn't just... being forced... she's going along with it too..."
A pained groan escaped me. Eun-ho was the one who'd walked out after agreeing to that crazy idea. My wife was the one who'd allowed creampies from another man's seed.
"Maybe... I should divorce her..."
How could I keep living with someone like that?
But then—
"Could I... live without Eun-ho...?"
Grab.
Ji-soo had seized my ankle. She seemed a little calmer now; lifting her breasts off the floor, she looked up at me with trembling hands and an equally shaky voice.
"Don't... don't do it. Don't get divorced..."
"Don't do it...?"
"Please don't... You love her..."
The sheer nerve!
"Is that something you get to say?!"
"I do too!"
Ji-soo's voice was still faint, but her attitude and gaze were utterly resolute. The tears from when I'd spanked her still lingered at the corners of her eyes, yet she no longer looked like she was begging and whining.
"Haa... my wife committed adultery."
"You slept with... Seo-hye too, Sung-won..."
I ground my teeth lightly.
Right. These people shared everything.
"Sleeping with Seo-hye was a mistake. But my wife... she made a baby with another man. With another man."
"You still... don't know yet... You still have a chance, Sung-won..."
A chance? What the hell was she talking about now?
"The child born from the shared wife... to raise it as everyone's child... the husbands take turns... taking turns, ejaculating inside..."
My sense of disbelief vanished again. Where did it go? My disbelief! I can't believe this, I just can't!
"You mean taking turns cumming in Eun-ho's pussy? Three men rotating? So no one knows who the father is?"
Nod, nod.
"What kind of bullshit is that? They don't do paternity tests?"
Shake, shake.
They don't?????? Just as I was about to ask why the hell not, a dizzying thought flashed through my mind.
Ji-soo. The child she'd boarded the plane with—Min Seo-hye's husband, not her original one.
"D-don't tell me... you never did a paternity test on that kid either?"
...Nod.
Insane. These people were actually insane.
Ji-soo had done exactly what she'd described—taken creampies from two different men in turn, given birth, and made both men the father.
While I sat speechless, Ji-soo kept going with more madness.
"Eun-ho has only... been with Young-hun so far. The two lines... haven't appeared yet. Soon... it'll be your turn too, Sung-won."
"......"
Young-hun... That bastard was obviously the 185-centimeter muscular guy who'd gone to the obstetrics clinic with Eun-ho. Yang Ji-soo's original husband. The son of a bitch who'd pumped his sperm into my wife's pussy.
"At least... it's a relief she hasn't gotten pregnant yet..."
Wait a second.
She'd only done it with one of the three. And my "turn" was coming soon too?
"Hold on, what the fuck—"
"Kkh, kuhk..."
I grabbed Yang Ji-soo by the throat.
"Then right now... right now, who the hell is Eun-ho with?"
"Uh... khk... kuhk..."
Ji-soo's breasts heaved with the pain of suffocation. Both hands clutching mine had gone deathly pale again. I felt nothing.
"Talk. Say it."
"Ke... ugh... woo... khk... ugh... woo..."
Her pale face flushed bright red as Ji-soo desperately worked her mouth to survive. I didn't loosen my grip at all, reading her gasping lips.
She was mouthing the name of the third man.
Seung-woo.