Sharing My Wife More Seriously Than I Thought
I never thought I'd be this serious about turning her into a public toilet.
Min Seo-hye, flight attendant at Hankook Air.
She was the only female colleague I truly saw as a woman, even though I generally regarded every other stewardess in the world as nothing more than a stone.
A mixed-race beauty born to a Korean mother and an American father, she had grown up in the States. Anyone who saw her could never forget that dyed-blonde hair—far more intense than her natural color—or the voluptuous hips that rose to an astonishing height, true to her Western blood.
Her tight crew uniform clung to her lower body, cinching her slender waist before barely containing a magnificent bust that easily surpassed a D-cup. The Hankook Air uniform was designed to fall straight and neat, matching the slim figures of Korean stewardesses rather than emphasizing feminine curves…
Yet Min Seo-hye’s naturally stunning body completely shattered the uniform’s limits, radiating an almost violently sexy allure.
And it wasn’t just her American-grown physique that the Korean uniform couldn’t restrain…
“…Seo-hye, did you… touch a passenger again?”
“Hehe… ♥ ya gotta ask?”
“I don’t even need to ask, but we’ve got a long-haul flight coming up and you couldn’t even wait—”
There was no point in saying more.
Following basic professional duty, I simply pointed at my chin with a flick of my hand.
“Ah…? Oh! Thanks a lot, sunbae!”
With those playfully cat-like eyes, Min Seo-hye flashed a bright smile as refreshing as California sunshine—completely at odds with the cloudy liquid she casually wiped from her chin.
The sticky substance clinging to the tips of her sexy fingers, adorned with sparkling nail art, was unmistakably…
cum.
She held out the white fluid she’d wiped off, smiling proudly in my direction as if showing off a trophy, then—
Slurp.
She swallowed it whole.
“Aww… sunbae, are you going to… tell the team leader?”
To Seo-hye, who was acting coy in a way that didn’t suit her at all, I simply opened my bag with a businesslike expression and handed her a wet wipe.
“I won’t say anything. It’s not like it’s the first or second time… Before the flight, make sure the smell and your makeup are taken care of so the passengers don’t notice.”
“Roger!”
Even the way she snapped a playful salute, like a soldier receiving a medal made of wet wipes, was so full of mischief that it was hard to take her seriously.
Still, she was lovable.
Lovable… and a public toilet.
Min Seo-hye gave blowjobs to men.
Of course, many women perform fellatio.
Beautiful women with plenty of dating experience must have taken countless cocks into their mouths.
But with Seo-hye, it was on another level entirely.
She was the kind of woman who sucked off every single man who asked.
From the moment she joined the company, she had humiliated every female colleague who had never once been outshone in the looks department. Her mixed-race beauty made them all look plain by comparison. It took her less than two months to reveal her true colors.
“Hey, Sung-won. Last New York flight… I ended up with that Min Seo-hye, you know… hehehe…”
When a male colleague who had just returned from an international flight bragged about it over drinks, acting like he was revealing some great secret, I seriously debated whether I should report the bastard to the company or straight to the police. He had shoved a new female junior—who was on her first long-haul flight—into the galley and cum in her mouth instead of teaching her properly.
I worried about how much pain and torment the shocked Seo-hye must be suffering. I feared she might quit because she didn’t have the courage to speak up.
Those worries turned out to be foolish.
“Actually, I… with my cock…” “I shoved it all the way into Min Seo-hye…” “And filled her up good.”
The number of male employees claiming they had “cum in Min Seo-hye’s mouth” kept growing almost daily.
“With those pretty lips…” “She got my dick all wet…” “Then gulped it all down, I swear.”
Every single one of them had been on long-haul international flights—routes longer than to Japan, at the very least.
Thanks to her fluent language skills and striking appearance—or perhaps because someone wanted to make her suffer—Seo-hye had been assigned to extremely long routes from the very beginning.
On an international flight cutting through darkness, with the cabin lights off, it wasn’t difficult for two crew members to disappear for five minutes.
At the time, I felt relieved.
It meant Seo-hye hadn’t been forced. She was enjoying it too.
Back then, I thought it was just the reckless behavior of an overly energetic American girl who got too excited about becoming a flight attendant.
But…
Something was off.
The number of men who claimed to have used Min Seo-hye’s mouth was growing far, far too quickly.
“Um, Sung-won… about that new hire on your side… Min Seo-hye…”
Eventually, even the flight attendant labor union, which had caught wind of the problem, came to our international team with questions.
As the team leader, I worked with the union to compile statements from all the men who had bragged about cumming in her mouth…
And the shocking truth was that every single time she flew a long-haul route, she had sucked the cocks of every male crew member on board.
That wasn’t all.
The real reason I began to see her as truly special was…
“Wait… then the only one left is…”
Two months later…
The only male international crew member who hadn’t had his dick sucked by Min Seo-hye…
Was me.
Just me.
What the hell is this new hire thinking?
Once the union knew, there was no avoiding a formal meeting.
“She’s thrown the pride of stewardesses into the dirt.” “Isn’t she just a crazy bitch?” “What kind of men shove their cocks into a junior’s mouth just because she offers?”
The female union members were already on the verge of exploding.
What made me sigh, however, was that the male employees who had bragged openly about using Seo-hye’s mouth as if they’d accomplished something great were now suddenly embarrassed. They had started calling in sick, finding it difficult to show up for work.
In just two months, Min Seo-hye had managed to infuriate every woman in the company and demoralize every man.
Everyone… except me.
“What exactly were you thinking, Min Seo-hye?”
During our meeting as team leader, Seo-hye smiled innocently.
“You mean, why I don’t suck yours?”
“No, that’s not what I’m asking. Why have you been messing around with every single male colleague?”
Instead of answering, Seo-hye slipped her foot—wrapped in coffee-colored 150-denier stockings—out of her flight flats and slowly rubbed it up and down my calf under the desk.
“I was looking for someone like you, sunbae.”
She didn’t look like she was being interrogated at all.
Smack.
It didn’t really hurt, but I firmly slapped her foot away.
When she looked surprised, I raised my left hand and showed her the ring on my fourth finger.
“I’m married.”
I had spoken firmly enough…
But Min Seo-hye burst into loud laughter.
“Pfft… So what?”
So what?!
“The Yoon sunbae you flew to Paris with, the Choi sunbae whose throat you stuffed so deep it hurt on the New York flight, and even the Kim and Jang sunbaes you serviced together on the Sydney route—they were all married too!”
…Oh my god.
Kim and Jang were a captain and first officer, respectively…
“You mean… the two of them did you together two-on-one in the cockpit…?”
“The night sky was so beautiful. So beautiful…”
I knew the night sky seen from the cockpit was breathtaking.
But if I pictured two men with their pants down and the autopilot on, with Min Seo-hye kneeling between them in the middle of that view…
Haaa.
At that moment, Seo-hye, who had been laughing nonstop, asked in a low voice.
“Sunbae… Do you think I’m a whore…?”
“What? No. I don’t think you’re a whore.”
“Then… a rag…?”
“…I don’t think of you as a rag either. This is an organizational issue. And please don’t call yourself that. It’s the wrong word to use.”
I genuinely meant it.
My wife, Jung Eun-ho, a freelance documentary director, had once gone undercover for a month to film a documentary about sex workers in red-light districts.
“None of those women are dirty. If anything, the men who buy sex are the dirty ones. Actually… both men and women just looked like people trying to survive. People who want to love and be loved.”
That was how Eun-ho had put it.
Min Seo-hye’s eyes seemed to change slightly.
The man she had been treating with nothing but playful, giggling mischief was now being looked at with a hint of genuine curiosity.
“Sunbae, then you don’t think I’m dirty?”
“That’s right. I don’t think you’re dirty. You probably just want to love. Or be loved.”
I was borrowing Eun-ho’s words.
But they were also my honest feelings.
“…Nice…”
Seo-hye, who had been leaning forward the whole time, teasingly showing off her cleavage between the unbuttoned collar of her uniform, straightened her posture.
She leaned back comfortably in her chair, crossed her legs beneath the tight stewardess skirt that looked ready to burst, and draped one arm lazily over the side with a satisfied expression.
…What is this? For a second she looks like… a dignified queen…
The playful girl suddenly gave off an aura as if she had aged ten years in an instant.
Those blue eyes gazing at me steadily somehow looked incredibly refined and elegant.
“Serena.”
Min Seo-hye suddenly spoke.
Serena?
“That’s my English name. I’m only telling you, sunbae.”
International crew members usually memorized each other’s English names for various situations.
I was sure Seo-hye’s English name was…
“Cindy… wasn’t it?”
“That’s for unimportant people.”
If Cindy was the name she gave to unimportant people…
Then Serena was…?
“That’s for you. People like you, sunbae.”
Min Seo-hye looked at me with seductive eyes and slowly licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.
“Important people.”
Disciplinary action against Min Seo-hye ended up being surprisingly mild.
The conservative upper management of the flight attendant world hated the idea of this kind of scandal spreading.
Besides, Seo-hye had not been sexually assaulted.
However, the male employees who had acted like alpha males and bragged about using her mouth suddenly changed their stories once the investigation began, claiming they had “made it all up to look popular.”
That would have made Seo-hye the victim and turned the case into one of collective defamation of her honor by the male staff…
But since Seo-hye herself did not claim any damage, punishing them felt absurd.
The ones who insisted on harsh punishment were, ironically… the other stewardesses.
They claimed that “the pain Min Seo-hye suffered is the pain of every Hankook Air stewardess.”
I could understand their twisted feelings.
Goddesses of the sky.
They were supposed to be untouchable “flowers of the firmament” that male crew members wouldn’t even dare dream of touching…
Yet the most brilliant flower of all, Min Seo-hye, had willingly dropped to her knees before them, sucking cock and reducing them all to nothing.
In the end, the male employees received collective pay cuts, and Min Seo-hye was forced to take an unwanted leave of absence for “mental recovery.”
And when she finally returned to work…
Among the Hankook Air flight attendants, her nickname had become “Sky Toilet.”
A human urinal who served the public (public) cheaply in the sky (sky).
It was the achievement of the stewardesses who claimed her pain was their pain.
After that.
The men who had used her as a toilet, and the women who mocked her as one, all stopped speaking to her.
The only person left who would even talk to Min Seo-hye…
Was me.
Only Kim Sung-won.