The Assertive Wife — Part 1
Looking back on it, the rule Yeonju proposed was simple enough. She wanted to watch me lose myself in excitement and pleasure while I had sex with Minhee—and in return, she would let me watch her pinned beneath Seungmin, soaking wet with orgasm.
By anyone’s measure, it was a strange rule. It would have been strange even if Yeonju had been a man and we had been as close as brothers. That a woman—Yeonju herself—had been the one to suggest it first only made it stranger still.
What I couldn’t quite grasp was her claim that she wanted this rule so we could grow closer. What did it even mean for the two of us to become closer than we already were? Did she want us to become lovers…? Or was she talking about something even more unguarded than the way we already shared each other’s sex without shame?
If what she wanted was to be my girlfriend, wouldn’t there have been no need to set a rule like this at all…?
I wanted to hear the difference spelled out clearly.
“Yeonju. What kind of relationship do you want with me?”
“I don’t really have some specific kind of relationship in mind. It’s just…”
“Just…?”
“Mm~ I want to figure out what this feeling I have for you actually is. Heehee~ Embarrassing.”
Maybe that had been a confession from my wife. The same way I had feelings for her, Yeonju seemed to have feelings for me too—she just hadn’t been sure of them.
She burrowed into the hollow of my arm, hid her face there for a moment, and spoke in a voice thick with shy embarrassment.
“I’ve wondered for a while. What this feeling I have for you even is, Taemin… It probably started when I overheard you and Ji-eun. You’d always felt like family to me—my own little sanctuary—and then at some point there were moments when I started seeing you as a man. But I couldn’t say it out loud. Whenever I imagined dating you, I’d get this weird mix of embarrassment and guilt, like I was doing something wrong. I guess I thought of you like an older brother the same way you thought of me like a little sister. I was scared that if I said something like that to you, you’d feel pressured… or end up disgusted with me.”
I understood every word. Because what I felt for Yeonju was exactly the same.
“When I heard you with Heeyeon last time, I couldn’t take it. And today, watching Minhee grab hold of you and work you over—I kept thinking, I wish that were me. But isn’t that weird? Some part of me is still refusing to see you as a man. If I actually liked you, shouldn’t I find Minhee annoying? Shouldn’t I hate her? But I don’t. And watching you with other girls makes my heart race and turns me on—but the second I try to picture having sex with you myself, I get this resistance I can’t explain. So I want to figure it out.”
Yeonju’s honest confession. Getting aroused looking at me, yet recoiling from the idea of sex—in a way, it made perfect sense. I was like an older brother to her, but we weren’t blood siblings. Even if there were moments she could see me as a man, the family-like feeling in another corner of her heart wasn’t going to simply vanish. Of course there would be guilt…
“If you watched me having sex with Minhee or other girls, do you think that would help you sort out your feelings?”
“Yeah. So just think of it as doing it for your little sister, and show me until I’m not confused anymore—until I’m sure. And if you ever don’t want to see me with another guy, you have to tell me.”
Yeonju lifted her head and whispered against my ear in a tiny voice.
“…Got it?”
My wife smiled sweetly as she fed me, in advance, the exact line I was supposed to use when I confessed to her. I forced down a sudden burst of laughter and nodded.
In short, if I ever came to like her, I was supposed to confess using the line she’d just given me. Of course I had been secretly in love with Yeonju for a long time—but I couldn’t give her that answer right away. I had my own guilty conscience to wrestle with.
Hearing her out made me uncomfortably aware of myself: the version of me who got off secretly watching Yeonju in another man’s arms.
The way she put it, I should have felt jealousy toward whoever she was with—should have found him hateful, should have disliked him. But if I was honest, some part of me might have been hoping that other man would push her into even dirtier shapes. Maybe I, too, held a kind of familial affection for Yeonju—and precisely because we weren’t real siblings, watching her have sex with other men sparked not revulsion, but arousal.
I wanted to settle my own heart for certain while I had the chance.
“Yeonju. About that hidden camera… install one in your room too.”
“Heehee~ Okay. Got it.”
She nodded with a mischievous little laugh, as if she’d known all along that was exactly how I would react.
And just like that, a new rule was added between us. Until now I had been sneaking peeks at Yeonju’s sex life through social media; from here on, I could watch what she showed me openly, without shame. Comparing the difference between what she posted on her private accounts and what she showed me directly sounded like it would be pretty entertaining too.
“Taemin. Can I ask you something I’m curious about?”
“Curious about? What?”
“Heehee~ You know… heh~ Was it better with Heeyeon, or better with Hyejeong?”
What a hell of a question.
“Why would you even ask something like that…?”
“Call it sharing sex stories? Heehee~ Come on, tell me.”
“Ugh… I don’t even know how to explain this…”
“Just say it straight. Swear words are fine.”
“Swear words?”
“Words like cock and pussy. Hee~”
I’d already been using those words for a while—just only when I was talking with other guys. But saying cock or pussy right in front of Yeonju somehow wouldn’t come out easily.
“How was Heeyeon’s pussy? Wasn’t she kind of loose?”
When I hesitated, flustered, Yeonju boldly used the word herself first. Looking back on it now, I had the distinct feeling I was being trained by my wife, little by little.
“Yeah. She was loose, all right.”
“What about the grip? Did she squeeze well?”
“Not even a little. Slack as a deflated plastic bag. Even the in-and-out felt completely meh.”
“Whoa~ Even with a cock as big as yours? Then why were you so worked up that day?”
Ugh—because I thought she was you, that’s why. But I couldn’t exactly say that out loud right now, could I?
“I don’t know… Maybe because it had been so long since I’d had sex? Once we got going, I just got turned on on my own.”
“I could hear the spanking, you know.”
“Ah~ heh heh… That… Heeyeon only tightened up properly if you smacked her ass.”
“Oh, really~? Ahahahaha↗ That bitch is hilarious. Though now that you mention it, Heeyeon always did go crazy for guys who were rough with her. You know what? After she slept with you, she said she went frigid. Other guys just don’t do it for her anymore? Looks like our Taemin’s cock is pretty useful after all. Hehehehe~”
Yeonju laughed in that wickedly delighted way of hers. I couldn’t tell whether she was teasing me or praising me, but it felt pretty good either way.
“What about Hyejeong? Was she loose too?”
“Don’t even get me started. She was loose. Barely any different from Heeyeon. But Hyejeong seemed like she had a maso streak.”
“Maso? You mean masochist?”
“Yeah. That. Heh heh~”
“Oh-ho? Look at this guy. I figured you wouldn’t know stuff like that, but you know everything, don’t you?”
“Of course I do. Just because you don’t know doesn’t mean I haven’t watched my share of porn. Heh heh heh~”
“Is that so? How impressive~ You’re supposed to get a girlfriend and actually have sex. Bragging about jerking off to porn—what an achievement.”
Yeonju suddenly pinched the soft flesh at my side. It genuinely hurt like hell.
Twwist—
“Aah! I surrender! I surrender~”
“How did you figure out Hyejeong was a masochist?”
“Damn it—that hurts~ Tch! You already know all of this and you’re only giving me a hard time.”
“Are you going to answer or not?”
“Ugh… Hyejeong was the same as Heeyeon. The second I spanked her ass with my palm, she clenched down from the inside.”
“Ugh~ What a pair of little sluts. Kids these days are way too obsessed with sex. How much must they have already done to end up like that… tsk tsk tsk~”
As if she had any room to talk…
“How was doing it down the throat? Did you like it?”
“Heh heh~ Honestly? It felt amazing. It was good when I did it with Suyeon before, and doing it again just confirmed it—really good.”
“Did you learn that from Minyong?”
“Yeah.”
“Learning sex from your friend? Have you got no pride? Come on, what else did he teach you?”
“I didn’t ask him to teach me, okay?! He just dragged me along on his own and had Suyeon do it. You saw it yourself.”
“Hmm~ True. Then why didn’t you do it with Ji-eun? Minyong throat-fucked her too.”
Hah—so she knew about that.
“Ji-eun’s too delicate. I couldn’t bring myself to be that rough with her. I would’ve felt too guilty.”
“Heehee~ After she broke up with you, Ji-eun dated someone else for a bit, then went crawling back to Minyong to get fucked again. Minyong had no problem ramming her throat.”
“What? Seriously?”
“Our Taemin is too nice for his own good~ Sometimes a bad boy has his own kind of charm, you know. Ji-eun was used to being treated rough from the start. Even before she dated you—before she and Minyong were ever a thing—he was already fucking her every day and playing with her however he wanted. But once she started with you, she fell for you completely. She even came to me for advice. Said it hurt that she was the only one who liked you. And after you two split, the sex with her new boyfriend just didn’t click, so she went back to Minyong. You should’ve treated her a little better.”
So that was how it was. I already felt a little guilty where Ji-eun was concerned; now I felt even worse for no good reason.
“Oh, right. Where did you learn to use your hands like that? Hyejeong said your fingers felt better than your cock. Said she came several times from just that—is that true?”
I learned that from you, actually. Strictly speaking, from watching the video of the guy from one of your paid meetups doing it to you and Hyejeong.
“Porn. It was easier than I expected. Guess I’ve got a natural talent. Heh heh heh~”
“Oh-ho? Getting full of yourself, are we?”
Flinch—
Yeonju’s hand suddenly shoved straight down into my pants. A moment later her fingertips brushed lightly against the shaft of my cock, and my half-soft dick surged with blood so fast it almost hurt.
“Eeyah~!”
“Aaaah~~ ow ow ow~ I surrender~ I surrendeeer~~ I said I surrender~~~~~~”
Damn it… Yeonju had grabbed my dick and twisted it without mercy. I never imagined she’d pinch me there.
“Healthy, aren’t you?”
I had to hand it to myself. Even with pain sharp enough to feel like the skin was tearing off, I held out to the end and got rock-hard anyway. The animal nature of men really was beyond saving.
“Hey. Why am I the only one talking? Your turn. What did you and Seungmin do today?”
I snapped at her out of pure unfairness, and Yeonju just smiled sweetly.
“Honestly, I didn’t do anything. I only lied because you and Minhee did it and I wanted to save face. Hehehe~”
“Whaaat? You little—! Get over here!!”
I went straight for the weak spot I’d discovered back in elementary school, when we used to roughhouse together. Tickle Yeonju along her sides and just below her navel, and her whole body would thrash beyond her control.
“Ahahahaha↗ I’m sorry~ I’m sorry! Stop, stop~~~ kyaaahahahaha~”
“Revenge, you brat.”
Just like always, she curled up like a shrimp and flopped around like a live fish. The thought of paying back every single pinch at once filled me with pure satisfaction.
Thump—!
In the middle of thrashing, Yeonju nearly bounced clean off the bed. I shot my arm out and caught her—but my hand slipped straight into her pajama pants and closed around the soft butterfly living just below her hips.
My heart hammered.
Yeonju wasn’t wearing any panties. She had playfully touched my cock before, plenty of times—but this was the first time I had ever put my hand on her pussy while she was fully herself, fully present.
We were lying on our sides, facing the same direction, bodies pressed tight together. From my fingertips I could feel the faint scratch of pubic hair and the soft give of her outer lips, and my fully hard cock kept stupidly, shamelessly jabbing at her ass in time with its own throbbing pulse.