Sharing My Wife More Seriously Than I Thought
Among the 'husbands,' when I asked Ji-soo about the first man Eun-ho had been intimate with—Young-hoon—the answer that came back was,
"A ridiculously huge guy."
I froze for a moment.
When she said it with such a lewd expression, there was no need to ask what exactly was huge.
It obviously meant his cock was big.
Gulp.
I swallowed dryly and turned on my smartphone.
I opened the photo of Eun-ho that I hadn't been able to delete—the one I could never bring myself to erase.
"Ugh... ugh... ughhhhh..."
Even though two weeks had passed, just looking at it still brought a horrific pain that felt like my heart was burning to ash.
"Don't look...!"
Ji-soo cried out in alarm when she saw my face contorted in agony as I clutched my chest, but I shook her off.
"I have to... I have to look. I want to see it."
I wanted to see it with my own eyes.
My wife's pussy, pierced and ruined by that massive cock.
On the pure white bed.
The very same bed where Eun-ho and I had made love that morning.
Lying on sheets still bearing the traces of violent sex, Eun-ho spread her legs shamelessly, her face flushed with heat.
Her entire body glowing red, strands of wet hair clinging to her cheeks—it all screamed that she'd just finished an intense fuck.
And on her left ring finger, proudly displayed... her wedding ring.
She hadn't even taken it off before committing adultery.
It tore my heart apart, but then again, I hadn't taken mine off either when I slept with Min Seo-hye...
And between her legs...
Thick, white semen gushing out in heavy spurts...
Originally, I could never bring myself to zoom in on this photo.
Just seeing proof of my wife's infidelity was already too painful.
But now...
With trembling fingers...
I spread the phone screen apart as if prying open my wife's pussy.
The image of her cunt overflowing with cum filled the entire display.
I narrowed my eyes.
I focused, searching for any trace of the intruder who had freely used this hole that was supposed to belong only to me.
The outer lips of Eun-ho's pale pussy were swollen a vivid, angry pink.
They looked like a soaked clamshell glistening with arousal.
The amount of semen flowing from her hole and dripping onto the sheets was enormous, but what stood out most was its thick, mayonnaise-like viscosity—like an ultra-concentrated essence.
When was Eun-ho's last period?
She said she wasn't pregnant, but was that really true?
Were that bastard's sperm violently raping her egg inside her right now?
All kinds of thoughts flooded my mind.
I focused on her pussy again.
"Ah..."
Her bright pink labia were unmistakably spread wider than usual, left and right.
Eun-ho's tight little cunt would normally clamp shut like a closed shell right after sex with me.
I always thought my size was about average for Korean men, both in length and girth...
But this was clearly not the aftermath of anything average.
For proof, even her red inner lips couldn't close, leaving a small but obvious dark hole gasping open, still twitching.
Maybe it was my imagination, but the delicate wrinkles around her entrance looked slack and exhausted, as if they'd lost all strength.
Eun-ho's pussy had been forced so wide it couldn't close, ravaged by brutal, relentless thrusting until it was left in tatters.
"It really... it really must be huge..."
As a male, I felt an overwhelming sense of defeat.
This was complete and total destruction of her pussy.
How could anyone do this to a woman's body?
Eun-ho had naturally narrow hips and an extremely tight pussy to begin with. Even getting inside her always required serious preparation.
We had to use lube from the adult shop just so my average-sized cock could barely fit.
And yet he'd torn through her so mercilessly...
How much must it have hurt?
Would it even go back to normal?
No... wait...
Feeling my head burning hot, I looked back at Eun-ho's face...
She wore a complicated expression, but it was clearly filled with ecstasy...
How good must it have felt?
Fuck.
The attractive woman before me—Ji-soo.
My attempt to understand Eun-ho's choices.
In the process, some of my hostility had faded, but looking at the photo of my wife getting fucked again made burning rage surge up from the depths of my chest once more.
I'd heard that the human stages of accepting tragedy went denial → anger → bargaining → depression → acceptance.
I was only just now acknowledging reality and passing through the anger phase.
There would be no bargaining. No resignation.
"So that bastard Young-hoon fucked Eun-ho, and now the one called Seung-woo is next in line to fuck her."
"......!"
My blazing eyes and the sudden shift to informal speech made Ji-soo flinch. She wrapped her arms around herself again.
"Yeah, I fucked Min Seo-hye. But her original husband is that Seung-woo guy, right? I slept with his wife, but he hasn't slept with mine yet. So he has the right to get revenge."
No need to move from anger to bargaining.
In this case, 'revenge' seemed much better.
"But that Young-hoon bastard already fucked my wife. Then don't I have the right to fuck his wife too? And his wife is you, isn't it?"
"......"
To my surprise, Ji-soo looked slightly relieved.
I'd just said I was going to fuck her?
Aha.
She didn't like being hit...
But being fucked... that was fine?
It was a truly difficult mindset to understand.
Yet the way Ji-soo was looking at me was strange.
She wasn't looking at my face. Her gaze was fixed a little lower.
"What are you looking at?"
"......"
I was shocked when I saw her expression.
It was one of satisfaction.
Her cheeks were even slightly flushed.
I followed her gaze downward...
"Huh...? W-why is it like this...?"
My cock...
My cock was rock-hard, straining so tightly against my pants it looked like it might rip right through them.
I couldn't understand it at all.
Why was I getting hard while looking at a photo of my wife getting fucked, thinking about the man with the massive cock who had used her pussy...?
It made no sense whatsoever.
Vrrr.
I was half-standing, trying to calm my raging erection by sitting back down, when my smartphone rang again.
It was Min Seo-hye.
> Aren't you going to answer?
She seemed to be demanding a reply to the KakaoTalk message I'd sent earlier.
The one about not harming Ji-soo and trying to get along well with her for a week.
Eun-ho wouldn't have sex with Seung-woo, but if I had sex with Ji-soo first, then she would too.
And to seriously consider the idea of a 'shared wife'...
I quickly typed a response.
> How can I trust that Eun-ho won't have sex?
The number 1 disappeared, and there was no reply for a long time.
Was it a lie after all?
Had Eun-ho already rolled around in bed with that Seung-woo guy, bodies tangled together?
"That... Seung-woo guy. How big is his cock...? Is his big too?"
The question slipped out of my mouth unconsciously while I waited for her reply.
A mistake.
I quickly looked at Ji-soo's face. Fortunately, there was no contempt in her eyes, but she did look a little troubled.
"Um... I think... it's about average."
"Average..."
Idiot. Idiot. What a pathetic idiot!
Getting hard while looking at photos of my wife getting fucked, obsessing over another man's cock size...
What kind of pathetic loser was I?
"...Um, if you're finished drinking... I'll clean up."
"Y-yeah, go ahead."
Breaking the awkward silence, Ji-soo fled to the kitchen.
Even then, my mind kept conjuring images of Seung-woo tying Ji-soo's voluptuous body to an airplane seat and getting hard.
Vrrr.
Just then, Seo-hye's reply arrived.
> Have you really been living that gullibly, sunbae?
> I'll prove it however you want.
Below the message...
Was a photo of my wife, Eun-ho.
Eun-ho was wearing only a white tank top...
But her lower body... was completely exposed.
"What the... fuck..."
Blood rushed to my head.
Looking closer, she was wearing something.
Or rather, it was more accurate to say she was locked into something.
It wasn't panties.
A T-shaped leather belt crossed horizontally over her slim waist,
while the vertical strap running down from her elongated navel passed over her thin pubic hair and completely covered her crotch.
If you saw her from behind, her small, round ass would be fully exposed like a T-back.
What the hell was this?
Had they dressed her up in some kind of fundoshi?
When I looked even more closely, I discovered a small golden metal piece attached to the leather covering Eun-ho's pussy.
"A pad...lock?"
Yes.
It was a padlock.
And sure enough, at the bottom of the photo, Seo-hye's fingers—with their flashy nail art—were proudly holding up a tiny key.
Min Seo-hye had put a chastity belt on my wife Eun-ho's pussy.
"Huk... ugh... f-fuck..."
Eun-ho was slightly lifting the hem of her top with her own hand, exposing her lower body. Her face was dyed with shame and humiliation as she looked slightly downward.
No... that wasn't all.
It wasn't just shame... and humiliation.
The corners of Eun-ho's mouth were turned up... just a little. Very slightly.
Like a naughty child doing something embarrassing but secretly fun...
> I locked Eun-ho's pussy up nice and tight, so you can relax.
> Hurry up and fuck Ji-soo already.
> By the way, what's your answer???
My wife's pussy had become something Min Seo-hye managed.
It was mine.
Deciding whether to use Eun-ho's pussy or not was supposed to be my right as her husband.
How could something like this happen?
But I had no choice.
If I refused the negotiation here, the chastity belt locked on Eun-ho's pussy would be opened immediately.
That perverted bastard Seung-woo's cock would follow Young-hoon's massive one and defile my wife once again...
> I'll take good care of her for a week.
The moment I sent the humiliating reply, a fairy emoji—completely out of place with the mood—popped up as a response, looking delighted.
"Uh... uhh... uhhhh..."
When I tried to stand up, a heavy weight tugged at me from below.
I couldn't understand it at all.
My cock was rock-hard again, throbbing madly with arousal.