The Rival Intrudes 2
I settled into my lonely seat in the empty cinema auditorium. It was a weekday afternoon, so there were hardly any people around. No one sat behind our row at all—just a few scattered viewers far up front. The screen flickered to life with dull ads. Watching them alone made the time drag unbearably.
About ten minutes later, the movie finally started. But she still hadn't returned.
"Ha......."
Watching alone was no fun at all. It had been about thirty minutes since she left me, or so I figured... but it felt like at least an hour.
Then... she emerged from the darkness, cautiously approaching, and finally lay down beside me. I was about to greet her with overwhelming joy when I spotted the uninvited guest.
Seo Yun-jae. That bastard was gripping my wife's hand tightly as he followed her in and plopped down in the seat on her other side.
"What the... why..."
I couldn't hide my shock, muttering to myself. My wife glanced at me apologetically and whispered in my ear.
"I'm sorry, Kanghan. No matter how much I scolded him, he clung to me like a child—I couldn't shake him off."
She leaned gently against my shoulder, clasping my hand tightly, her eyes gazing up at me filled with regret. But behind that wistful expression, I could instantly tell what had happened during her absence. Her breath carried the fishy stench of a man's semen, and her pale neck and underarms exuded the dizzyingly thick scent of a woman in heat.
Yes. She had gotten aroused by his touch.
Yet before that overwhelming beauty shining even in the dark, I couldn't muster a single word of complaint. All I could do was glare at Seo Yun-jae, who waved at me with a bright smile from the shadows.
She'd missed a good twenty minutes of the movie's opening, even excluding the ten-minute ads. I worried she might not focus on it. But she seemed less interested in the film itself and more in savoring the serene atmosphere of the quiet weekday matinee. Leaning into my arms, holding my hand tight, she was lost in the cinema's ambiance, enjoying the movie through it.
Surprisingly, even Seo Yun-jae was engrossed, as if it matched his tastes.
The warmth of her body against mine, mingled with her perfume and that subtle, erotic musk, made it feel real—we were on a date right now. We'd barely known each other long enough to talk properly before jumping straight into the wedding. Our first date was unfolding just like this, in a movie theater.
Clutching the thrill of our first date to my chest, I gradually sank into the film.
An hour in, feeling her warmth pressed against me for the past forty minutes, I was overwhelmed with happiness. Sure, Seo Yun-jae was clinging like a kid, ruining the date, but I was her official husband in the end. Even if... I was just the second husband, outranked by that stud Rex...
Right now, she was leaning into me. An inexplicable sense of superiority washed over me as I glanced at Seo Yun-jae.
But...........
She was leaning into me, gripping my hand tightly. Her other hand, hidden in the darkness, greedily clutched Seo Yun-jae's rigidly erect cock. The nonstop precum acted as natural lube, producing slick, squelching sounds, and her strokes were as expert as a top whore's at a brothel. Like a child playing with soft slime or a stress toy, she kneaded it with a utterly serene expression.
"Haa......"
She looked at me with such innocent naturalness. At first, he must have forced her hand between his legs. But for her, already tamed as a lewd masochistic slave, touching a man's cock had become an irresistible daily routine. The presence of people in the front rows seemed to excite her more; as she stroked him, she sank deeper into arousal.
My superiority over Seo Yun-jae flipped instantly to envy. I decided to throw a tantrum like a kid too. I guided her hand—the one holding mine—toward my crotch.
She flashed a knowing smile, as if to say men can't help themselves, and began stroking my cock.
She coated her palm with saliva from her lewd tongue, then gently worked my glans. As her fingers teased my urethra, precum leaked out. Using it as lube, she massaged me more intensely. Her eyes stayed on the screen, but the hot moans escaping her lips betrayed how feverishly her body burned. Her touch was wickedly skilled and sticky.
Despite the audience up front, we had our cocks out in the dark, lost in obscene acts. The thrill of this first-time taboo deviance accelerated uncontrollably. The movie was forgotten. Her hand delivered overwhelming pleasure that blanked my mind in white flashes. As the urge to cum surged to my throat and I could hold back no longer, she sensed my subtle shift and knelt before me.
Without hesitation, she took my cock in her mouth. A flick of her lewd tongue over my urethra, and my hot semen erupted into her.
Gulp.
She swallowed every drop flooding her mouth without spilling a bit. Then she opened wide, showing it off to me like a trophy before gulping it all down.
Ha.... That face was so seductive yet adorable. Having swallowed my filth completely, she made me feel warmly loved for some reason. Cleaning my cock with that warmth filled me with bliss.
But even as she knelt before me, seemingly focused solely on me, her other hand still groped Seo Yun-jae in the dark. From his face, he looked close too.
Having been forcibly trained over countless years to please men, she could now sense a man's climax from the feel of her fingertips alone. She instantly read his signals, gave my glans a light kiss while I was still trembling in afterglow, then crawled to his crotch.
Gulp. Even in the dark, I clearly saw her throat bob heavily.
After swallowing his load too, she planted a quick kiss on his glans and returned to her seat as if nothing happened. Then she pinched our spent, shrinking cocks and murmured lowly,
"Don't touch until the movie ends."
She no longer leaned on my shoulder, staring solely at the screen ahead. At her low, stern command, we held our breath in our seats and dove back into the film.
About fifteen minutes later, a faint but revolting stench wafted from somewhere. The fishy reek of men's semen mixed with stale piss—oxidized and starting to rot, like spoiled waste.
Mingled in that foulness was her familiar scent, now far stronger than when she'd leaned against me. Though she sat primly apart now, the potent female musk dizzied me. From her underarms, where she'd heated up with Seo Yun-jae during their absence, came a tangy grapefruit-like flesh scent laced with subtle perfume, stirring strange excitement. But now, the sticky heat of a fully aroused bitch overpowered it, stiffening my lower half again.
Her breathing grew ragged in the dark. Convinced Seo Yun-jae was up to no good again, I turned. But he was thinking the same; our eyes met in the shadows. We both looked at her.
My wife was drinking the "gift" from her "Master"—that filthy liquid.
Gulp, gulp. A 500mL water bottle filled with men's semen and an old man's piss, left at room temperature until it began to spoil—that horrific brew she sipped like a treasure.
With each swallow, her female musk thickened. Her ragged breaths pierced the silence, sweat beading on her flushed skin. Damp hair strands clung to her slender neck. Savoring her "Master's" gift, she plunged into savage heat.
Judging by the intensifying scent, she was deeper in estrus now than during her frantic fuck with Seo Yun-jae. The raw thrill of mating with a young, handsome pretty boy paled against simply guzzling semen mixed with an ugly old man's piss—she drowned in incomparable ecstasy.
Her eyes seemed utterly consumed by masochistic pleasure. Fixed ahead, they were glazed, holding nothing of the screen.
"Haa... haa......"
Her sweet breaths turned rougher. Neither I, her husband, nor Seo Yun-jae mattered anymore. Just drinking that filth enslaved her soul further to her Master. This dirty, vulgar "congratulations" gift fiercely stimulated her awakened masochism. She sank deeper into the obscene taste of that horrific man.
Each time that lewd flavor slid down her throat, she yielded to inescapable masochistic bliss.
"Haa... haa...."
"Haa...... haa......"
Flanking her heaving breaths, we reacted identically, as if by agreement. Seo Yun-jae and I were utterly captivated by her descent into lewd masochism. Two men aroused, worshiping the goddess's fall. He was as hopeless a netorare masochist as me—impossible to rank between us.
"Haa... haa......"
Our cocks, calmed after her help, reared up grotesquely again. The sight of my prim wife—who'd drawn a line saying "watch the movie properly"—now lost in frenzy over an old man's fluids ignited vicious betrayal. Before that cruel stimulus, our cocks pitifully leaked precum, soaking our panties.
Just drinking from that piss-semen bottle drove her to uncontrollable climax. Her fresh pad, just changed and dry, was overwhelmed by gushing nectar, soaking through instantly. Exceeding absorption, her thick, sticky fluids trickled down her smooth thighs. Her waist arched like a bow, trembling violently.
She desperately stifled the moans building to burst, but the crashing waves proved futile. She couldn't hold back and cried out.
'Haaang....! Ahh.... Ah, I'm cumming♥♥'
Thankfully, the loud movie drowned her orgasmic moan, but any sharp ear might have caught it—a dangerously close call. In this public space with people around, she repeated unknown climaxes alone.
While I foolishly hesitated at her warning, Seo Yun-jae struck first. He knelt at her feet, greedily lapping the sticky nectar trickling down her thighs. He slurped every drop from the sodden, useless pad, then peeled it off and devoured her pussy.
The prim wife who'd set boundaries was gone. Before instinct-devouring heat, she didn't stop him. No—she entrusted her most secret place to his lips, exhaling raggedly in relief as endless orgasmic waves crashed over her.
As he sucked her pussy, she writhed wildly, body quaking in heightened ecstasy. She wouldn't stop amid repeated peaks.
"Haa, haa..... Ah, ngh!!"
"Kwaang—! Ku-gu-gu-gung—!"
"Haaang! Ah, ahh.. Bitch pussy cumming again♥♥"
"Kwaaaang! Ku-gung, ku-gu-gu-gung—!"
Perfectly timed, the movie hurtled toward its climax, sound effects swallowing her lewd cries. No one noticed this madness.
Seo Yun-jae, with some code of honor, offered me her nectar-soaked pad. Like a man possessed, I took it and greedily sucked my wife's lewd, sticky essence from it.
Our twisted acts continued in the darkness.