Alibi Sex
Yang Hyejin was a teacher at Jinglebell Middle School.
Jinglebell Middle School sat well above the neighboring schools in academic standing, which made it a relatively comfortable place to teach. That did not mean it was an easy posting. The higher the students' caliber, the higher the standard demanded of the faculty.
Jingle Bell City was one of the few remaining non-standardized regions in the country, where students still sat for high school entrance exams. The most competitive destination was nearby Jinglebell High School, from which Hyejin herself had graduated.
She finished her overtime and left work a little after seven, the same hour she usually went home. On days without administrative duties, she prepared the next day's lessons before heading out.
She did not teach her students as a uniform mass. She varied her approach according to each child's temperament and strengths, and that required a great deal of preparation. She never found the work tedious. She had become a teacher because she loved teaching, and she still did.
Her apartment was a five-minute walk from Jinglebell Middle School. She lived there with her husband. They hadn't been married long — three years of dating, then a smooth, uneventful wedding.
Hyejin's husband was an employee at a major corporation. He'd been promoted young, and his prospects were bright. His family was fairly well-off, and they'd received a great deal of help when they married. Hyejin had always thought of him as a husband she didn't deserve.
He usually ate dinner out, so she had nothing to prepare. At seven-thirty, he came home. Hyejin took his coat.
"You've worked hard."
"Yeah. You too."
The usual courtesies were exchanged. Her husband was five years older than she was. Formal speech had stuck to her tongue since their dating years, and even after the wedding she still addressed him with it.
Three months into married life. Even as a polite exaggeration, it wasn't a stretch of time anyone could call long. But Hyejin and her husband had adapted quickly. They lived like a couple who had already been together for years.
Her husband went in to shower. Hyejin gazed at the bathroom door he'd disappeared through and stroked her belly. The words Taeyang had said to her today kept circling in her ears.
For about a month after the wedding, she had had sex with her husband enthusiastically — about three times a week. After that, the frequency dropped off sharply.
It wasn't that she disliked being with him. It had simply dwindled on its own. Hyejin thought of it as the natural process by which the feeling of love takes on the shape of family.
Her husband had cited physical exhaustion from work, and she herself didn't find sex with him enjoyable enough to initiate. Not that she hated it. They were still newlyweds, so they did it about once a week — usually Friday night or Saturday. And they always used a condom.
Did we have any condoms left?
She couldn't quite remember. She checked the bedroom dresser. The box was empty. She could have gone to the convenience store, but she really didn't feel like it. Hyejin tossed the empty box in the trash.
"I'm done. Your turn."
Her husband came out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair.
Hyejin looked him over. It was a scrawny frame — not a muscle in sight no matter how hard you looked. The slight paunch of a beer belly particularly caught her eye.
Unbidden, she thought of Mr. Geum Taeyang's physique. He was muscular in a way her husband couldn't even begin to compare to. That sexily tanned skin was incredibly attractive, too.
If Hyejin had been a college student, she would certainly have fallen for him.
"You're staring today."
"Ah, sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about. We're married."
He said it as he changed into his underwear.
Hyejin showered as well. When she came out, her husband was on the sofa with a beer. He always watched sports at this hour with a drink in hand. Hyejin usually went to the bedroom to read.
She went into the bedroom as always. But tonight she didn't feel like reading.
Hyejin opened her laptop and went to an adult site. She started masturbating to a video of an actress being skewered on a well-endowed Black man's cock.
Ah, right. I have to film this.
She needed to record herself masturbating and send it to Mr. Geum Taeyang. She set her smartphone on a stand and filmed the scene.
Hyejin's pussy was soaked in no time. She moaned as she worked her fingers into herself. Her slender fingers were nowhere near enough to satisfy the heat building in her.
"Hngh~♪ Nngh~! Hnnnngh~! It's still… not enough."
Hyejin pulled a dildo from her bag — the one Mr. Geum Taeyang had given her as a gift. It was the color of a Black man's skin.
She masturbated by thrusting the three-finger-thick dildo into her hole. Better than before, but still hollow compared to the real thing. A dildo has no body heat. You can't feel a man's technique. In the end, it is only a replica of a cock.
"Hnnngh~♪"
Hyejin squirted a little. But it wasn't an orgasm. It was two percent short.
She wiped her juices with a tissue, shut off the computer, and went out to the living room. Her husband still hadn't taken his eyes off the television. Hyejin sat down beside him as if it were nothing.
"Hm?"
He turned his head. Of course he looked — Hyejin was showing a side of herself she never usually did. She swept her hair back and spoke.
"Want to do it tonight?"
"Huh? Tonight? It's Thursday."
Sex with her husband was scheduled for Friday or Saturday. Nobody had decided that; it had simply become the pattern.
Hyejin provoked him in the sexiest voice she could manage.
"You don't want to?"
"No. Of course I want to. But what's gotten into you?"
He turned off the television. He was a man, after all. Hyejin headed for the bedroom, looking back at him as she went.
"I just… feel like it a little tonight."
He swallowed. In all the years they had dated, the demure Hyejin had never said anything like that. He'd never known she could get this horny.
He followed her without even clearing the beer glasses. His cock was already stirring.
Hyejin sat on the edge of the bed. Her face was flushed.
His pupils trembled. Maybe it was his imagination, but the bedroom seemed to smell of sex. He was fully aroused. He hadn't even been this excited when he'd taken Hyejin's virginity.
"I'll turn off the lights."
"No. Let's leave them on tonight?"
"Huh? Really? You sure?"
"Yes. I want to."
Hyejin usually insisted on turning off the lights out of embarrassment. Her husband wondered why she'd changed, then decided he didn't care. Honestly, from a man's perspective, this kind of change was something to welcome.
Hyejin approached him, knelt, and pulled down his pants. The sudden move caught him off guard.
"W-what's this all of a sudden?"
"I'll suck your cock."
It was the first time he'd ever heard the word cock come out of Hyejin's mouth. She never used language like that.
He felt something was off, but the dizzying pleasure rising from his dick shut his brain down.
"Kh—!"
"Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp."
Hyejin sucked her husband's cock in a simple, even rhythm. His cock was so small it was easy to take. Mr. Geum Taeyang's was so huge she could barely fit it in her mouth — to take the teacher's cock, she had to swallow it all the way down her throat.
A wet pop.
"Hwaaah…"
Her husband came within a minute of the blowjob starting. Hyejin's technique was outstanding, and he had zero resistance to this kind of thing.
Hyejin spat his semen out with a ptew. She had wanted to drink Mr. Geum Taeyang's cum of her own accord, but somehow her husband's semen felt filthy. There wasn't even enough of it to swallow, honestly.
She climbed onto the bed and stuck her ass out toward him.
"Let's start."
"Nngh… so good…"
He just sat there with a dumb expression, still riding the afterglow of his orgasm. Hyejin waited patiently for him to recover. After a moment, he got hard again. She glanced at it.
Small…
She'd known, but it was small. Her husband's erect cock was smaller than Mr. Geum Taeyang's flaccid one. She couldn't tell whether her husband was small or Mr. Geum Taeyang was simply huge.
"Condom… where's the condom?"
He rummaged through the bedroom dresser. They always used a condom when they had sex.
"We don't need one."
His eyes went wide. Hyejin was the one who had said they should put off having children for their careers. She had always insisted on the importance of condoms.
"Really? You sure that's okay?"
"Yes. I've been wanting a baby anyway."
That got him fully hard. Not that the size difference was noticeable.
He grabbed her from behind as if he were pouncing. Controlling his lust was too much for him.
"Kh! I never knew my wife was this dirty!"
Hyejin's arousal died the moment she looked at her husband's erection. Something that size wouldn't even register if he put it in.
I knew it was small, but this small? What is this. This is worse than masturbating with my fingers.
She frowned and turned off the lights. She'd been planning to give him raw sex one last time out of marital duty, but that thing wasn't even worth it.
"Why'd you turn off the lights all of a sudden? Seeing each other's faces was getting me more excited than usual…"
"I suddenly got embarrassed. You don't like it?"
"N-no. I'm fine."
Hyejin pulled out the onahole she'd prepared in advance. She wedged it firmly between her thighs and guided her husband's cock into it. From the side, it would look exactly like they were doing it doggy-style.
"Hehe! Honey, you're soaking wet~!"
The onahole was wet because she'd applied lube ahead of time. Whether it was the alcohol or the arousal that had robbed him of his reason, her husband couldn't tell the difference between his wife's real pussy and a fake one. Hyejin had privately thought she'd give him the real thing out of duty if he noticed. His reaction left her ice-cold.
If it were Mr. Geum, he'd notice a fake pussy instantly and pound my real one without mercy. Are they even the same species of man?
"Heheh! Feels good, right!? Feels good!?"
Her husband pumped his hips like an animal. Clumsy movements that would have been an insult to even compare to Mr. Geum's.
Hyejin felt nothing, but she played along roughly.
"Ahng. Ahng. It feels good."
She said it in a voice that might as well have been reading from a textbook. But her husband, enslaved by lust, thought she had completely surrendered to his technique.
Hyejin sighed quietly and spoke to him as he pitifully pumped his hips.
"Honey. We have some savings, right? Would it be alright if I used some of that?"
"Hngh! Hngh! Do whatever you want, baby! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
"And your allowance. I'm cutting it in half starting this month. I found a good investment."
"I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming inside my wife!"
"……"
Her husband's second load was, no joke, like a few drops from an eyedropper. If he hadn't announced that he was cumming, she wouldn't even have known he had. At this rate she wouldn't need to wash the onahole. Probably because he'd already blown one load in her mouth.
Hyejin thought it was a relief. Sex this pathetic could happen ten thousand times and still never result in a pregnancy. A complete waste of time.
I should never do this with this man again. Masturbating would be better.
Whether he knew what she was thinking or not, her husband patted her ass with a smug look on his face.
"Did my baby like it?"
"Yes. It was good."
And so a married couple's last sex came to an end. Even their last time had been fake.