My Changing Wife
My name is Park Taemin. At thirty-two years old, I’m the kind of ordinary married man who still has a decent job in this country. I have a lovely wife the same age as me. Three years ago we married, and for a while we were blissfully happy, enjoying the honeymoon phase like the world owed us nothing.
Until not long ago, we were both working full-time. My wife was in a perfectly respectable job, and together we kept a comfortable lifestyle. Then her company suddenly went bankrupt. Overnight she became a full-time housewife. At first I was worried—until I saw the difference.
After she stopped going to the office, money started flowing in ways it never had before. She cooked better meals. We could order whatever we wanted for breakfast. On weekends we traveled together, ate out every night, and somehow the honeymoon felt even sweeter than the first year. The hard times were behind us, and instead of resentment I felt… something else.
Is it because the difficult period is over…? Or because I’ve become too content…? Lately I keep replaying scenes from my wife’s past, the version of her that used to drive me insane with desire. Her real face— the one I never want to stop seeing—keeps flashing in front of my eyes no matter how hard I try to forget.
My wife, Hwang Yeonju. From childhood she was my closest friend. She was only five centimeters shorter than me, but the rest of her body was perfect. Not too thin, not too plump—just right. Full D-cup breasts, firm thighs, and a face so pretty she looked like a professional actress who had stepped out of a magazine. She was my treasure, pure and simple.
Even as a little girl Yeonju had a radiant personality. Everyone loved her—boys and girls alike. Of course the closest one to her was me.
Our parents were close, and our houses were right next door, so we were basically joined at the hip. She was the same age as me, but she always leaned on me like I was her big brother, and I treated her like a younger sister I adored and protected.
She was bright, positive, and popular, but even she had her share of sadness. When we became middle-schoolers, her father—my current father-in-law—lost his entire business in a single day. Red debt stickers appeared everywhere in her house. Then her mother ran off with another man. The family collapsed overnight.
I still remember how my father-in-law would come home drunk every night, never once looking after Yeonju. She basically grew up in our house. When he got too loud and violent, she’d sneak into my room and cry on my shoulder, whispering that she wanted her mother. I would hold her tight without saying a word, just rocking her until she fell asleep.
She saw me as family. As her big brother. But at some point her chest—once soft and trusting—began to feel different. When she hugged me those nights, her body was warm against mine, softer than before. I could feel her breathing change. Her scent was the same, but something inside me was waking up.
One day everything changed.
The happy home shattered. Yeonju started leaving the house more and more. After school she’d hang out with friends instead of coming home. Her makeup got heavier, her skirts shorter, the miniskirts that made my palms itch every time she wore them. The friends she spent time with grew rougher, delinquents and troublemakers.
Then one afternoon she started talking to boys the same way she talked to us. Laughing, teasing, completely at ease. It felt strange. Cute, bright Yeonju—everyone’s favorite—was suddenly comfortable around guys who were taller, better-looking, and clearly better at life.
I didn’t know if it was jealousy or just the worry of an older brother. All I knew was that every time one of those boys put a hand on her shoulder and the two of them laughed together, a hot, unwelcome feeling stirred low in my gut.
After that, when she had a bad day, she’d come straight to my room, wrap her arms around me, and cry until she fell asleep. But I had already started seeing her as a woman.
I’m a man, after all. I watch adult videos, talk about women with my friends. And there’s no shortage of beautiful women to talk about—actresses, porn stars, even the moms of our friends. I was no different. Outgoing, easygoing, the kind of guy everyone liked. When the delinquent friends brought up pretty women, my chest would tighten and my blood would rush south.
They loved to joke about Yeonju’s breasts, calling them “milk jugs.” She was small, but her chest was too big for her frame, so the boys never let her forget it. Strange thing was, when other girls who were prettier or taller than her became the target of those jokes, I’d just laugh along. But the second Yeonju’s name came up, I got hard.
That’s the kind of talk we’re all familiar with: “I want to see them naked,” “I want to touch them,” “I want to suck them,” “I want to eat them.” There’s an old saying among us guys—[No forbidden zone, no sacred ground]. During our puberty years, there was nothing we wouldn’t do to our own hands.
One of us even said he wanted to use the girl he was in love with as his “daughter-like” partner. Another wanted a sexy idol. Everyone had their own fantasy.
The most interesting friend was the one nicknamed Yawang—Night King or Erotic King. He knew every kind of adult video, from Japanese AV to Western stars. He uploaded them on P2P sites under fake names and made money. That’s why we called him Yawang.
He could talk about anything in the filthiest, funniest way. No matter what girl came up in conversation, he could turn her into the ultimate fantasy on the spot. If someone said, “I want this girl as my daughter-like partner,” he’d pull up the exact video she was similar to and act it out right there, one man, no script, just pure filth.
It was the best time of our lives.
One weekend we all gathered at Yawang’s house to watch videos and trade dirty talk. One guy started masturbating in his pants. Soon everyone was doing the same. One of them asked if there was any girl who looked like Min-yeong—the beautiful teacher we all secretly wanted.
Yawang dug through his folders and hit play. The video was about a hot teacher getting gangbanged by students. The actress’s face and body were so close to our teacher’s it was scary. We all unzipped, pulled out our cocks, and just watched. No one cared about anyone else’s dick; we were all staring at the screen.
On screen, strong male students took turns fucking the teacher—doggy on the desk, bent over the desk with two at once, standing with her tits pressed to the window, and finally riding cowgirl on top while the others filled her mouth and pussy. When the students finished, we all came at the same time, shooting thick ropes.
“No more of that. What about Myeongcheol’s mom? She’s fucking hot. Any girls that look like her?”
The most delinquent among us spoke up. He was the only one of us who’d ever actually had sex, and somehow he got turned on by his friends’ mothers.
“No? Of course there is. Wait.”
Yawang switched videos. The actress was in her forties, but she was so beautiful it was ridiculous. I remembered the time Myeongcheol’s mom had brought us hamburgers. She was the perfect “daughter-like” target—big hips, tight miniskirt showing everything. From that day on, Yawang had been collecting videos of her.
We’d already come once. Now we watched the second half of the video where the boys brutally raped Myeongcheol’s mom right in front of her son, who was tied up and forced to watch. In the end she was on her knees sucking cock after cock, taking it in her mouth, her pussy, her everything, while the boy jerked off watching his own mother get destroyed.
When the boys exploded on her face and body, we exploded again, even harder the second time.
“Yawang, any videos of girls who look like Yeonju? Fuck, just thinking about that little slut’s milk jugs makes me rock hard.”
By the time the second video ended, the delinquent was still saying Yeonju’s name. I’d come twice in a row, but my cock was still throbbing like I’d never finished. The word “slut” hung in the air, and for the first time it didn’t feel like a joke.
I wanted to know more. I asked the delinquent for details about Yeonju. His answer hit me like a truck.