More Serious Than I Thought: Bath Service
I wanted to be wrapped up in a huge towel after bathing, rolled up like a burrito. That's what Hollywood actors do, right? It gives you that naked feeling too.
One of the tastes Eun-ho and I happened to share when we got married was a massive bath towel big enough to cover the entire body.
When Eun-ho stepped out of the shower wrapped in that pure white towel, she looked breathtaking—like a goddess rising from the water.
Her hair still damp, those round shoulders and her rather sexy collarbones on full display as she sat on the sofa and clinked wine glasses with me... those were some of the precious moments when I truly felt glad I had married her.
But now...
"I'll... scrub your back for you..."
The towel that could wrap around Eun-ho's body one and a half times with room left for a knot was barely enough to circle Ji-soo's voluptuous figure once. Her sensual curves...
It wasn't a water goddess who had descended. It was a cum goddess, here to wring out every last drop of semen, and the humidity in the bathroom shot up by several dozen times.
It was an explosive sight that instantly shattered the subtle, elegant charm of my wife's slender body.
Her swollen breasts weren't even half covered.
She had clearly tried to stuff them in but given up, compromising by just hiding her nipples. The proof was right there—the light-colored areolas forming distinct half-circles, standing out boldly against her pale skin.
"Guh...!"
I had been right on the edge of cumming.
I hurriedly submerged my lower body in the water and covered my cock with both hands.
"......♥"
Ji-soo closed the bathroom door with a small smile, as if to say she would pretend not to notice, then quickly approached the bathtub.
I had neither the will to stop her approach nor the presence of mind to yell at her to get out.
"Have you soaked long enough...? Is the water temperature okay...?"
She knelt down, bringing her eyes level with mine as I lay in the tub.
Why did this married woman kneel so easily?
I couldn't recall ever seeing a woman on her knees except for Ji-soo.
And every time, she did it with her body practically half-naked... bowing her head like some kind of sex slave. It was so excessive it felt uncomfortable.
Yet that very image was so seductive I couldn't look away.
"I-I'm fine. I can do it myself... so please stop kneeling like that and leave...!"
"It's my wife's duty..."
There it was again.
The way her eyes gazed deeply at my erect cock was unbearably burdensome.
It kept making me splash water around in an attempt to hide it.
This obedient, gentle woman had been staring at my hard cock since earlier, and the way the corners of her mouth kept lifting unconsciously while she couldn't tear her eyes away was seriously unsettling.
"...Slurp."
See? She even licked her lips!
The disgust of being looked at like something delicious sent shivers down my spine.
No, it wasn't so much disgust as fear—fear that I might not be able to resist her charm and would end up surrendering.
"Get out! Do you think I don't know you're trying to make me touch your body... to put Eun-ho in a difficult position?!"
Like a Christian resisting Satan, I squeezed my eyes shut and fought against Ji-soo's naked body.
If I let Ji-soo give me a bath service, Eun-ho would probably end up in the same situation, forced to offer the same.
If I touched Ji-soo's breasts, Eun-ho's breasts would get groped too...
...That trade did feel like I was getting the better end of the deal...
If I got to admire Ji-soo's naked body, Eun-ho's figure would end up on display as well...
I had to endure it for now.
Enduring was how I protected my wife.
"And I'm sure... you're filming this with the surveillance cameras too! You think I'll fall for it?!"
Splash...
There was no answer, only the sound of something being dipped in water.
Damn... I didn't know what it was, but I couldn't look toward Ji-soo.
If I did, my cock—which was painfully erect, stopped right before climax—might explode.
Swish... stroke...
"Hah..."
Ji-soo's wet hand was gently stroking my hair.
Her long, slender, delicate fingers carefully yet pleasantly tickled my scalp, crossing over my head like dozens of tentacles.
What the hell, why does this feel so good?
Bubble bubble...
Ah... she put shampoo on too...
Foam was forming...
She began washing my hair naturally, like a top-class hairstylist!
"What the hell are you—ngh..."
"You shouldn't open your eyes while shampooing..."
The shampoo stung my eyes.
I ended up closing them again.
Trapped in the bathtub, clutching only my cock, I was now completely in Ji-soo's hands.
Bubble bubble...
Scrub scrub...
Skillfully washing my hair, Ji-soo spoke in a soft, moist voice.
"It was heartbreaking to part with Eun-seo... but I came here after meeting Sung-won, to show myself to you... During this one week... I'm determined to show you everything I can..."
Show me?
What?
Her breasts?
"Sigh... From the beginning, I believed we should have explained everything properly to you, Sung-won, before starting... But Eun-ho pushed so strongly... and with a few coincidences and accidents piling up, it ended up forcing this meeting on you in such a rough way... I'm truly sorry about that... I mean it."
How cowardly.
To say something like that while I couldn't move because I was covering my cock, and couldn't even open my eyes for fear of getting shampoo in them.
Warm water enveloped my whole body, her hands and voice surrounded my head and ears. It felt like I was submerged inside a giant bathtub called Ji-soo.
"I believe that when a husband chooses a wife, he should taste her thoroughly before deciding... No matter how you taste me, Sung-won, I won't refuse..."
And then her next words came right up to my ear in a hot breath.
"I intend to taste you thoroughly as well."
Fuck.
I think... I just leaked a little...
* * *
Shaaaaa—
The showerhead rinsed the shampoo from my head.
Ji-soo's touch felt so good I could have let her wash my hair forever.
The last time someone had washed my hair was when my maternal grandmother did it when I was little.
Aside from the hair salon, Ji-soo was the only one.
It was impossible to imagine the independent-minded Eun-ho washing my hair.
Back when we were dating, we had showered together and had sex on anniversaries when we were in a sweet mood, but even then we washed our own bodies.
It felt even more intimate than being served a meal—connecting with Ji-soo like this.
"Come out. I'll wash your body for you."
Ji-soo squeezed body wash onto a sponge, worked up a lather, and beckoned, but I couldn't bring myself to step out of the water.
"Th-the surveillance cameras. Aren't the cameras... watching this?"
The fact that Eun-ho, who had never washed my hair, couldn't stand the idea of someone else doing it made me feel strange, but I could barely endure that much.
However, the sight of Eun-ho serving a naked man was something I could never tolerate.
I didn't want to give the 'shared wife' gang any more excuses.
"Hehe..."
Ji-soo, who clearly held the upper hand in our relationship, leaned in close to my ear again and whispered.
"There are... no surveillance cameras here."
No cameras...
My heart began to race.
"The places with cameras installed are the living room, entrance, kitchen, dressing room, bedroom, and bathroom in the bedroom... six places in total..."
Six places.
So I just had to avoid those six?
"Therefore, in the multipurpose room, the veranda... and here, the bathroom..."
Ji-soo's voice had never sounded more wet and soaked.
"You can fuck me... as much as you want..."
It felt like my cock had really burst.
* * *
In this house, there were areas the surveillance cameras couldn't see.
"Why are you... telling me this? Isn't this a 'foul'?"
I deliberately used the word that had come up in my earlier phone call with Young-hoon.
"Seo-hye committed a foul too... Eun-ho committed a foul... They deceived you, Sung-won."
Seo-hye, who had manipulated footage of us making love into rape evidence, and Eun-ho, who had invited another man into our home while I was away in France.
When you thought about it... Ji-soo was the only woman in all of this who had treated me with genuine honesty.
"Then... am I really allowed to touch you, Ji-soo?"
Your breasts.
Your pussy.
Am I allowed to fuck them?
"...I absolutely won't tell. I'll make sure Eun-ho stays safe."
She had seen right through my heart, my anxiety.
For one week, I could taste and enjoy this top-tier female body however I wanted, and my wife would suffer no harm.
"Please consider this... my own way of apologizing for the emotional wounds you've suffered..."
I could take full advantage of Ji-soo's guilt toward me.
"As much as it eases your heart... please treat me roughly. And when your heart is at ease... please, evaluate whether I'm worthy of becoming your wife."
To go this far...
"Ji-soo... what do you gain from this? Why are you offering your body to someone who has nothing to do with you?"
Ji-soo answered as if it were obvious.
"I'm gaining a husband to spend the rest of my life with."
"Do you even know what kind of man I am? What do you believe in me for?"
"Because you're the man Seo-hye chose, and the man Eun-ho chose. I trust the two of them."
I really have to raise both hands in surrender.
That's how serious Ji-soo was about this 'shared wife' thing.
She saw my decision not to participate in 'shared wife' itself—after being hurt by Seo-hye's deception and Eun-ho's betrayal—as the greatest loss...
So she was throwing herself at me to persuade me.
...When she approached me with such sincerity, it became hard to keep resisting.
"Haa... Don't laugh while you watch."
"I'm not laughing... ♥"
She was already smiling.
This married woman.
Splash—
I poured a bucket of cool water over my head and rose from the bathtub.
I sat down on the bath chair in front of Ji-soo, my average Korean size of exactly 12 centimeters—measured with a ruler, so I knew the number for sure—standing rigidly erect. It would obviously look small compared to her well-hung husband.
"Hehe... It's really angry. So manly... and handsome."
"Don't joke around..."
Win or lose, I'd just leave it to her now.
I had already reached my limit.
"Go ahead... do whatever you want."
Ji-soo began gently scrubbing my back with the soapy sponge.
The bath service had begun.
