The Neighboring Couple's Invitation (3)
"Your husband knows what we're doing."
"What? W-what did you say? My husband knows about our relationship? Ahh..."
Upon hearing that her husband was aware of her infidelity, she jolted upright, her face pale with shock as she asked again.
"Yes. He knows."
"H-how could he possibly...?"
"He installed a hidden camera in the house."
"A hidden camera? Then does that mean he's seen everything we've been doing?"
"That's right."
"Then what do I do? No, more importantly, if he knew, why didn't he say anything to me? And why did he tell you that?"
She bombarded me with questions, her voice trembling with confusion and panic.
"He said you started changing one day after feeling lonely at home. So, he got suspicious, installed the camera, and ended up watching what we do."
I recounted the conversation I’d had with her husband on the day he invited me for dinner. After hearing the whole story, her expression was a complex mix of shock and bewilderment. She was horrified by her husband's unexpected perverted tendencies, yet simultaneously relieved that she wouldn't have to break up with me. It was an expression difficult to define.
"So, you mean my husband actually wants to watch us having sex from right beside us?"
"That's right."
"He's insane! Seriously."
"Hmm... I'm not trying to defend your husband, but that kind of NTR tendency is more common than you think. It's better to understand it as just one of many sexual preferences."
"No matter what you say, I can't understand how a man can get aroused watching his own wife being ravished by someone else."
From a normal person's perspective, Ji-soo's reaction was only natural.
"He said he was very tormented and confused himself. It wasn't a preference he had from the start; it was a truth that surfaced while going through this situation..."
"Ha... so, did you decide to go along with his request, Taejin?"
"I did."
"But how could you do such a thing..."
"Ji-soo, do you want to stop seeing me like this?"
"No. Absolutely not."
I shifted my tone slightly, changing the point of persuasion—as if to say that if I didn't comply with her husband's request, she could no longer see me.
"Your husband still loves you. He doesn't want to break up your family, either. That goes for you too, doesn't it? You don't hate your husband, and you don't want to destroy your home."
"That's... yes, you're right."
She couldn't deny my words. It was true that she didn't want to break up her family. The financial comfort, the life where she could enjoy whatever she wanted despite her loneliness—there was no way she could easily throw all of that away.
"If you just go along with your husband's request, all three of us can get a satisfying result. We won't be having an affair behind his back anymore; we'll be in a relationship where we can meet openly. And if your husband feels aroused by it, it's a win-win for everyone."
"Ha... I suppose there's no other way. Then, was the filming today also for the sake of sending it to him?"
"That's right. Don't ever act awkward in front of your husband; just behave as you usually do. If you act uncomfortable or strange, we can't maintain this relationship. It's better for both of you if you act confident. Can you do that?"
I met her gaze and gave her clear instructions on how she needed to behave.
"Yes. I'll try."
"The first time is the hardest, but you'll get used to it soon. I'll make sure that even when your husband is watching, you won't be able to think of anything but my cock, so just follow my lead unconditionally."
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
Having finished my instructions, I grabbed her waist and began thrusting up and down.
"Yes... ha-euk... ha-ang... ah-ang... ha-eung..."
The water in the bathtub splashed violently and spilled over the edges. After persuading her, my fucking began in earnest.
***
"Tighten your pussy more."
"Ha-ak... yes... I'll tighten it."
"If the cock-sleeve gets loose........."
Inside a dark office, a laptop screen displays a scene of two people engaged in intense intercourse. Choi Chang-seop sits in his chair, leaning back, gripping his cock and jerking it while watching. His bloodshot eyes are glued to the first video Kang Tae-jin sent him.
On the screen, the man refers to his wife as a "cock-sleeve," speaking of her as if she were an object to be used and discarded at any time.
/"Which one do you like better, your husband or my cock?"/
/"O-obviously, I like your cock better... My husband is small, so I don't feel much. Ha-ang... You fill me up so tightly it feels like my pussy is going to burst... Heu-eut... every time you move, scraping against my vaginal walls like that, it drives me crazy. Heu-eung... my uterus..."/
His wife degrades herself, praising Kang Tae-jin's cock with explicit expressions.
/"I'm going to cum now, so open your uterus and take it all."/
/"Yes. Ha-ang... fill my uterus... cum inside me."/
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, he ejaculates inside his wife's pussy, and she, looking blissful, receives the man's semen and reaches her climax.
"Hu-uk... hu-uk... I'm cumming too."
Splurt... splurt... splat... splat...
The high-definition, close-up video brought him a level of arousal incomparable to the soundless, hidden-camera footage. His wife's explicit moans and vivid expressions brought him far more thrill than before.
"If the video alone is this much, I can't even imagine how thrilling it will be to see it in person. I'm going crazy with anticipation. Hu-u..."
Thus, Choi Chang-seop's exhausting day was coming to an end, filled with the anticipation of the upcoming reality.
***
I sent Choi Chang-seop the videos I had filmed one by one over the course of several days. Following my instructions, Yoon Ji-soo was living her life at home with her husband just as she had before, and by the time they had both psychologically adjusted, I notified them of the date. Along with two rules they had to follow.
On a weekend evening when Choi Chang-seop was home, I rang their doorbell. A moment later, the door opened, and Yoon Ji-soo greeted me.
"You're here?"
Her face looked slightly tense. I stepped inside, pulled her slim waist toward me with one arm, and walked into the living room.
"Heu-eut..."
"Looks like you were eating. Can you give me a bowl of rice too?"
"Ah, okay. Sit over there."
Choi Chang-seop was sitting at the dining table. I sat diagonally across from him without even glancing his way. He watched me with trembling eyes as I kept my arm around his wife's waist, but he didn't speak to me, merely observing our behavior.
The two rules I had notified him of: First, from the moment I enter their home, Choi Chang-seop is to exist strictly as an observer. Second, the moment Choi Chang-seop interferes with Yoon Ji-soo and my actions, our contract is terminated. This meant that from the moment I entered, Choi Chang-seop was to be an invisible man. It didn't matter if he cried while watching us or jerked off; as long as he didn't interfere, it was fine.
Yoon Ji-soo placed the rice and soup she’d served in front of me, and I picked up my spoon calmly. Beside me, Yoon Ji-soo awkwardly picked at her rice with her chopsticks.
"Do you have no appetite?"
"Ah... no. I'm finished."
"Is that so? But you're wearing underwear. I told you not to wear any when I come over..."
I had instructed Yoon Ji-soo recently not to wear underwear when I visited. It was a hassle to take off every time, and it was part of her training.
"T-that's..."
She instinctively glanced toward her husband, looking nervous. I wasn't about to let that slide.
"Yoon Ji-soo, where are you looking right now? Is there someone there?"
I asked, radiating a chilling aura, treating her husband like an invisible man.
"S-sorry. I'll go take it off."
"Take it off right here."
"H-here?"
"Yes. There's only the two of us here. Do as you're told."
I gave the order, once again imprinting on her that her husband was an invisible man. It was early on, so she hesitated, conscious of her husband's presence, but crushed by my overwhelming pressure, she couldn't refuse. She stood up and reached her hand inside her clothes. She unhooked her bra, lifted her skirt up to her thighs, hooked her fingers into her panties, and pulled them down.
Choi Chang-seop stared at his wife, his gaze fixed on her, not moving an inch.
Underneath her thin sleeveless dress, the outline of her nipples stood out prominently in the center of her chest. I reached out and grabbed one of her nipples through the fabric with my thumb and forefinger, pulling it downward.
"Ah-euk..."
As I kept pulling, she was drawn by the pain and knelt beside me.
"Yoon Ji-soo. Is it because today is a special day that you wanted to be punished, so you disobeyed me on purpose?"
"Heu-euk... n-no, it's not."
"Then what makes a cock-sleeve think she can disobey her master's orders? For now, as punishment, suck my cock under the table while I eat."
I gave the order, twisting her nipple and pulling it taut before letting it snap back. "Ah-euk... yes... I understand."
She crawled under the table, positioned herself between my legs, unzipped my pants, and carefully pulled out my cock. She brought her lips to the cock that was far too large for even two hands to hold, and began a blowjob, starting with a kiss on the glans.
Slurp... slurp... ha-um... chrup... chrup... chrup...
Feeling the warmth and softness of her lips and tongue on my cock, I calmly picked up my spoon and began to eat. Choi Chang-seop watched me with eyes full of shock and rage as I treated his precious wife like a slave. When the sound of her sucking my cock was all that could be heard from under the table, his expression turned to one of frustration, and he quietly stood up, moved his chair to a spot where he could see her better.
A strange heat began to fill his eyes as he watched his wife deliciously sucking my large cock. I enjoyed her blowjob while eating slowly on purpose, and when I was about to finish, I grabbed her hair with my left hand, pulled her toward me, and said, "I'm cumming now. Don't spill a single drop; collect it all in your mouth."
She looked up at me, eyes wide, and nodded. I didn't hold back, pouring my cum into her mouth.
Gulp... gulp... gulp... splurt... splurt... splur-t...
"Heum... eu-eup... eup..."
Her cheeks puffed out, filled to the brim with my cum. She even sucked out the last bit of cum remaining in my urethra before pulling my cock from her mouth. Without me even having to ask, she opened her mouth to show me it was full of my seed.
"Ah-ah..."
"Good. Now swallow."
Gulp... gulp...
After swallowing the cum in two gulps, she opened her mouth again to show me.
"Ah-ah..."
"Well done."
I had shown it to him more explicitly on purpose to demonstrate the training I’d done in the early stages, and sure enough, Choi Chang-seop's eyes widened, and before I knew it, he was stroking his own cock through his clothes. From his perspective, even this must have been a highly stimulating scene...
Ah... Ji-soo's such a vulgar sight... Damn it. Even now, it's like this, but I'm going crazy with anticipation thinking about what she'll look like when she's ravished by that man later.