I'm Confessing the Affair More Seriously Than I Thought
Eun-ho never actually slept with another man?
The thought sent an icy chill through my chest.
If that was true…
Then the one who had rolled around with Seo-hye, rolled around with Miss Ji-su, and become the undisputed king of infidelity and affairs…
was me. Only me.
“Is that… really true?”
Eun-ho’s face grew deadly serious as she started biting her nails. It was a habit that surfaced whenever she was genuinely anxious.
“I don’t… remember clearly.”
“What are you talking about?”
“At the time… I lost consciousness. So… I don’t remember exactly how things unfolded.”
Was she saying she blacked out from drinking? But it had been daytime.
“Miss Eun-ho, it would probably be best if you explained everything from the beginning, step by step…”
“I agree.”
As Ji-su plopped her heavy breasts onto the table and spoke, Seo-hye tapped her finger against her glass in agreement.
Eun-ho let out a long sigh.
“…All right. I’ll keep it brief… so just listen.”
Eun-ho had met Seung-woo—the man who first proposed the idea of a “shared wife”—a few months earlier.
They had known each other by sight for some time. He had been one of the investors who attended her documentary pitch presentations, and he had shown long-standing interest in her work.
The two of them naturally grew closer at a film-industry party that followed. That was when they had their first real conversation about the concept of a “shared wife.”
“So that’s when the affair started?!”
“No. Nothing happened. I just thought he had some very strange ideas.”
Then, not long after, Min Seo-hye came looking for Eun-ho.
Eun-ho had been stunned when the woman her husband might be cheating with suddenly showed up at her door. And right there, Seo-hye had confessed her love for me.
“At the time… nothing had happened between me and Seo-hye either.”
“I know. But the problem is… it wasn’t exactly an affair.”
Eun-ho said she could tell Seo-hye’s feelings were genuine. After that, she had tested me several times and realized I truly loved Seo-hye too.
“How could you be so sure?”
“…Because the way you looked at each other was the same as when we were dating.”
Eun-ho’s real struggle had begun after I started refusing to have a child with her. She had started wondering if something had gone wrong with our love.
Her husband, who wouldn’t give her a baby, was developing real feelings for a younger, mixed-race beauty at his company.
She said the sense of betrayal and self-loathing that flooded her was far worse than the idea of simple infidelity.
“I never meant to make you feel that way…”
“I know. But honestly, as a woman, I felt completely defeated. And… the thought that you and Seo-hye might make a baby before I could started haunting me dozens of times a day.”
I remembered how, lately, Eun-ho had been desperately begging me to creampie her. I also remembered the anxious look in her eyes as she demanded I get her pregnant, as if she had become a different person.
“And I… I didn’t want to be the one standing in the way of your love.”
“Because you love me?”
“Because I love you.”
It was such a perfectly Eun-ho way of thinking.
Back when we were dating, we used to say things like this to each other.
—They say romantic love only lasts three months scientifically. Do you think you could love just one person your whole life?
—I’m not sure, but I’d have to try. Wouldn’t the rest of our lives be miserable after those three months, though?
My answer had been:
—We can just fall in love again every three months. How about that?
And Eun-ho had replied:
—If you ever fall in love with someone more than me, I think I could respect that feeling.
Neither of us could have imagined that a silly conversation from our careless university days would come back to us like this in reality.
I don’t want to be the person who gets in the way of my husband’s love.
But I also don’t want to step aside and hand my position as his wife to another woman.
I want so badly to have a child.
But I don’t want to raise that child with anyone but my husband…
That was when Eun-ho began to think the “shared wife” project might be the solution she needed. Perhaps—even possibly—it could be the answer for all of us.
“Then why didn’t you just tell me?”
“What if I did and you simply abandoned me and chose Seo-hye instead?”
I had no response.
I could have insisted that would never happen, but any normal person would have ended the situation by choosing between Seo-hye and Eun-ho.
Or they would have lived on as a lying, cheating husband.
The answer was already decided.
But instead of removing one of the two women, adding a third had opened up an entirely new possibility…
“I wasn’t confident I could rationally convince you of a ‘shared wife’ project that even I wasn’t sure about. So for the persuasion… I decided to follow Seo-hye’s plan.”
“And that plan was…”
“Yes. While you were away on your business trip, I would leave the house empty, have consecutive relations with Seo-hye and Sister Ji-su, and force you to become invested in the ‘shared wife’ idea.”
“That’s too violent.”
“I’m sorry. But I couldn’t think of any other way. I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking you and Seo-hye would fall in love and disappear together at any moment.”
Eun-ho’s face, usually so guarded with emotion, was now stained with terrible pain. No tears fell, but to me—who knew every nuance of her expressions—it was the most tormented face she had ever shown.
“The photos… what about those photos?”
“I asked for those photos. I wanted… I wanted to test you at least once.”
“Test me…?”
“I was curious whether, if I cheated first, you would tell Seo-hye how you really felt.”
I tried to imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t loved Seo-hye.
Nothing would have occurred. I would have simply returned to Korea. I wouldn’t have been isolated at work because of a sex video with Seo-hye. I would have reported my suddenly missing wife to the police, and we would have met again soon…
But what actually happened was completely different.
I understood why Eun-ho had been drawn to the “shared wife” option, but what mattered most to me was something else.
“So the sex… you really didn’t have sex?”
Young-hoon. The 185-centimeter giant. The third man, whose dick was supposedly as big as his height.
The semen that had flowed from Eun-ho’s body had definitely been his.
“Young-hoon was… forced by me.”
“Forced how…”
“At first I only planned to pretend to commit adultery. But I realized photos taken without real emotion wouldn’t be enough to fool you.”
The pictures Eun-ho had sent me were painfully realistic. They looked like scenes of a female slave of lust thoroughly enjoying a filthy affair.
“And honestly, the feelings I’d built up toward you seemed to explode. I… I couldn’t believe the two of you hadn’t done anything. So… in a fit of anger, I wanted to do it too.”
“So… you did it?”
“I tried to. But… Young-hoon refused. He cried… and refused.”
“He refused…!”
A 185-centimeter giant of a man had cried and refused sex when a woman far smaller than him tried to force him?
For the first time, I wondered if the two men who kept appearing in this story—men I had never actually seen—might be different from what I had imagined.
“But I told him I needed realistic photos… just once… just once, to put it in.”
“…So he did.”
“…He did. The moment he put it in, he came immediately. Then he took the photos.”
I looked down at my wife’s lowered head, my gaze drifting toward her lower belly.
Her lower belly, where the chastity belt was locked.
The photos of her lower belly that I had stared at while sobbing countless times.
Her reddened, swollen pussy lips spread open, thick white fluid leaking out.
I couldn’t help picturing the massive cock that had opened Eun-ho’s pussy so wide with just a single thrust.
I felt unbearable hatred toward my wife for spreading our private pussy for another man just to deceive me…
Yet at the same time I remembered how I had spent a week in France having nonstop sex with Seo-hye.
And how, just moments ago, right in front of my wife, I had brazenly shoved my bare cock to the limit inside Ji-su’s pussy.
A part of me felt like I had taken some revenge.
“…In the end, I confirmed that you truly love Seo-hye. And… I learned that I could endure it. Finally… watching you with Sister Ji-su…”
I swallowed hard and had to look away. After all, I had done the same things.
“I was also able to confirm that you are a man who can willingly accept a ‘shared wife.’”
Any sane man who had gone through what I experienced this past week would never have been able to unleash his lust so freely on Ji-su.
It had only been a week since I confessed my long-held love for Seo-hye.
My wife had been taken hostage.
Yet even then, my cock had gladly—rather, even more vigorously—gotten hard.
For reasons even I couldn’t understand, I had been able to perform even more energetically.
And even now, with my wife, my lover, and a married woman with a child right in front of me confessing such detestable sins…
my cock, strangely enough, had not lost its strength since earlier.
“……”
“…Hmmm…”
“……♥”
All three women’s eyes were fixed on my cock with lewd interest.
I had thought my wife was the one being shared…
but it seemed I had been the one shared first.
