Sharing My Wife More Seriously Than I Thought
Min Seo-hye, the official Sky Toilet of Hankook Air, carefully wiped the passenger’s semen from the corners of her mouth and chin with the wet tissue I handed her.
“Sunbae, check me please. Is there any more?”
Her bright, refreshing smile was so cheerful it was hard to believe she had just finished giving a blowjob.
The citrus scent of her Jo Malone perfume stung the tip of my nose—sweet and tart with a bitter finish, exactly like Seo-hye herself.
And beneath even that fragrance, her unique female pheromones seeped into me without the slightest restraint.
In the past, I used to step back or push her away because her bold American-style personality felt overwhelming…
But now, I simply took the wet tissue from her hand and quietly wiped away the semen that had splattered onto her right cheek.
“…All clean.”
“It flew all the way there? Wow… that passenger must have been quite the shooter!”
I let out a small sigh and headed toward the crew lounge.
There was still a little time left before the flight, but we had to hold a briefing with the other cabin crew first, so it wasn’t exactly free time.
“I thought you said getting involved with passengers like that was a bad idea.”
“Hehe, I know. But on the flight back from Tokyo earlier, he stare at my body so intensely, sunbae, you know?”
Good grief.
I felt a flicker of anger for two reasons.
One was the disgusting passenger who had blatantly ogled a flight attendant with sexual eyes.
The other was the vicious crew scheduling that had thrown Seo-hye—fresh off a three-hour round-trip between Tokyo and Incheon—straight into a fifteen-hour Paris flight without any proper rest.
This… is textbook workplace harassment.
As the team leader, it was something I could officially raise an issue about.
But unless Seo-hye herself wanted to make it a problem, getting involved in the conflicts between the female flight attendants might only make things worse.
So instead of touching on what truly pissed me off, I only brought up what I could safely say.
“You don’t have to do that for every man who wants it, do you? That passenger earlier was a middle-aged guy with a gut and a receding hairline.”
“Hmm… That’s against my policy.”
“What kind of policy is that, exactly?”
“Everyone deserves to taste Serena’s service!”
“You’re saying every person in the world has the right to taste you, Seo-hye?”
Good grief.
Her self-confidence was sky-high, and her sense of universal love was just as overwhelming.
How could such a beautiful woman say something so whore-like?
No. She wasn’t a whore.
Seo-hye had never actually asked anything from the men.
Money, fame, status… she had seized all of those for herself.
Then why was she sucking every man’s cock and swallowing their cum without reservation?
Was it truly unconditional love?
Just how different were the Sky Toilet and a saint, really?
With those thoughts swirling in my head, just before entering the briefing room—
“But.”
Seo-hye suddenly grabbed my tie and stopped me in place.
Her eyes sparkled with interest, yet her gaze was so steady she didn’t even blink as she spoke.
“Only if they want to.”
Seo-hye only sucked the cocks of men who explicitly asked for it.
And so the Sky Toilet who had sucked off every male international crew member at Hankook Air and swallowed all their semen left only one man as her office spouse—the only one who had never asked to use her mouth.
Me. Kim Sung-won.
The irony was almost too perfect.
Office spouses.
A relationship where coworkers who spent even more time together than real married couples treated each other like husband and wife—at least while at work.
No matter how close a real married couple might be, the lives and values each person brought into the relationship were inevitably different.
Sometimes the gap felt so wide you wondered if the other person even loved you at all.
Like the argument I had with my wife, Jung Eun-ho, this morning.
‘Even if we face financial hardship, we must have a child.’ ‘A man’s help isn’t necessary to give birth.’ ‘If it comes down to it, I’ll have and raise the baby alone…’
They were all heavy topics with almost no room for compromise.
But with coworkers, such serious conflicts rarely happened.
The biggest disagreement might be whether to hand a passenger their orange juice with the right hand or the left.
Moreover, because we shared similar perspectives and work habits forged from doing the same job for years, there were times I genuinely thought, Maybe this person understands me better than my own wife.
What’s more, we international cabin crew spent up to fifteen hours locked inside a pressurized metal tube, constantly brushing against each other in the narrow aisles. That created a uniquely deep sense of camaraderie that set us apart from other professions.
Still, as I had explained before, it felt less like a married couple and more like the intimate warmth of a large family living together.
The problem was that Min Seo-hye was the exception to all of that.
Inside the cabin, flying toward Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris.
It was the busiest time—boarding passengers in a rush, staying tense for a safe takeoff, then immediately serving drinks.
“Would you like some hot coffee~? We also have whiskey, wine, and beer~”
Seo-hye and I pushed the heavy beverage cart up and down the aisle together.
When a stunning blonde flight attendant offered drinks, you could practically see the passengers’ eyes glaze over.
“Tomato juice for you? Beer for the gentleman in the back. Macadamia nuts? Of course, I’ll get them for you♥ I’ll even shell them right here so you don’t have to worry about the shells on the plane~”
Some passengers were shocked by Seo-hye’s casual jabs at the airline owners, while others couldn’t hold back their laughter and clapped as they accepted their drinks.
“Seo-hye… haha…”
As team leader, I couldn’t let that kind of comment slide.
“Hehe… Why, sunbae? This is democracy.”
Even in a democracy, there are limits.
She brushed off my glaring eyes with a playful smile. Our silent battle of gazes was intense, yet in between every glare, our hands moved in perfect sync—passing drinks smoothly, receiving empties, and handing them to passengers with flawless rhythm.
That was only possible because we had flown together dozens of times.
Both Seo-hye and I were veteran crew members skilled enough to work with anyone…
But the only person who could truly match her rhythm was me.
Because no one else wanted to work with her.
Except when we were short-staffed and couldn’t form proper teams, Seo-hye was always paired with me.
It was a culture I couldn’t officially condone as team leader, but in her case, she was the ultimate exception.
What could I do?
Everyone refused to work with the toilet…
Yet even so, Seo-hye never let it get to her. She simply carried out her duties with cool efficiency.
“Whiskey on the rocks, nice and cold for you, sir. White wine for your lovely wife. And for our adorable little guest, how about a glass of milk?”
At that exact moment—
Thud!
The plane shook from turbulence, but the two of us still delivered all three drinks perfectly to the well-dressed gentleman, his elegant wife, and the child between them.
We wheeled the cart behind the curtain to prepare for the next round of service when Seo-hye suddenly stepped close.
In her hand was another wet tissue.
“Seo-hye, what—ah.”
Swish. Swish.
She quickly cleaned the white liquid that had splashed onto my collar.
Damn it.
When I was pouring the milk, the turbulence must have sent a few drops flying.
“Hehe~ If I’m not around, who’s gonna care after you, sunbae?”
She winked.
It was impossible to resist.
Then, with the tip of her finger, she scooped up a single drop of milk and brought it to the tip of her tongue, seductively recreating the scene from this morning.
The sight reminded me of a lewd newlywed wife who, while seeing her husband off to work, would casually lift her apron to show she wasn’t wearing panties underneath.
I swear, between us, there had never been a single shameful act we couldn’t look up at the sky about…
Yet after going through something so painful, Seo-hye still lived with her head held high, facing the world without shame. The fact that I deeply respected her as a human being for that.
More than anything, the fact that in her slightly unsteady but unwavering blue eyes—eyes that held fast to her own solid values—I could see a soul shining with the same light as my wife, Jung Eun-ho.
The reason I had never dared to reveal my vulgar desire to have her suck my cock wasn’t because I was impotent. It was because I had fallen irreversibly in love with her pure beauty—the kind I wanted to protect forever.
None of this… I could ever tell my wife Eun-ho.
About my office wife.
Suddenly, Seo-hye said,
“Sunbae, don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t worry?”
“Yeah. It’s all written on sunbae face. But don’t worry about it.”
“……”
I hadn’t been professional.
It seemed everything had shown on my face.
Ding-dong.
A passenger call.
Probably someone wanting a blanket, a new set of earphones, or asking to heat up a cup noodle.
Seo-hye’s golden hair, the color of the sunset visible through the window, suddenly filled my vision.
A kiss on the cheek.
“Everything gonna be O.K. OK?”
Leaving behind those comforting words that asked for nothing and judged nothing, Seo-hye turned and disappeared down the aisle to answer the call.
As I savored the citrus scent and her pheromones that once again lingered strongly at the tip of my nose, I was reminded once more that at work, she and I were an office couple who took care of each other and were taken care of in return.
And I was carefully reopening the KakaoTalk message from Eun-ho that I had received right before boarding.
I still hadn’t replied.
