The Turning Point Between My Wife and Me — Part 5
All eyes in the room turned to me the moment Minyong spoke.
"Uh-huh. Yeah, that's right. But what's it got to do with anything?"
"Yeonju's the one. The truth is, she likes you. Heh-heh~ Hey, you didn't know that?"
Yeonju likes me? Since high school?
It was a shocking revelation. Back then I had assumed she only saw me as a big brother.
"When you guys threw your graduation party, you took Yeonju in the room next door. I heard every single word of Taemin shouting at her from the wall. Heh-heh-heh~ What’s so funny about it? The moment I heard your voice, Yeonju’s pussy suddenly started gripping my cock like crazy. Even back then it was tight, but this time it was so much stronger, like she was swallowing me whole. Every time Taemin yelled at her to spread her legs, I wondered how the hell her pussy could tighten even more. When I finally fucked her again later, it wasn’t nearly as tight as before, so I questioned her. She said she was reacting unconsciously because she heard your voice. Heh-heh~ I figured it out back then. Yeonju had been in love with you."
A smile tugged at my lips before I realized it. If what Minyong said was true, we had both carried feelings for each other since our teenage years, hiding them out of embarrassment.
Hearing Yeonju’s moans as she was taken by Minyong, I had been so aroused I fucked Ji-eun. And Ji-eun had reacted to the sound of me fucking her. Yeah… maybe we had already begun our journey back then.
"Pity. If I had known Yeonju would grow this beautiful, I would’ve locked her up."
"You were the one who immigrated to Canada, after all."
Minyong sighed, but another friend cut in.
"The truth is I came back after a year. The sudden immigration plans left me with a year of free time, so I just went to university in Korea and returned. That’s why I remembered Yeonju. I contacted her and she showed up with Ji-eun."
"Envy. So did you do another threesome?"
"Yeah, I fucked both of them. Yeonju said she was tired of me and wanted to stop seeing me recently. Honestly I was pretty sad, but what could I do? I couldn’t cling to her like a lovesick idiot… so I just let her go."
Now I remembered what Yeonju had said back then — that Ji-eun would return to Minyong after we broke up. Looking back, that had been exactly what happened.
"Still, back then Yeonju wasn’t that enthusiastic about sex like the others. But the moment I brought up Taemin’s name, she got so wet for me… Oh, right. I recorded it. Want it?"
Minyong’s voice suddenly turned hungry.
"You recorded it? The sex with Yeonju?"
"Of course. I recorded everything that night. I deleted most of it after graduation and kicked myself, but the only thing still left is the threesome with Yeonju and Ji-eun."
Thump-thump… My heart began racing faster. A recording of Yeonju moaning because of me? I needed to see it more than anything.
"Yeah, that would be great. Can you send it now?"
"Of course. Give me your email."
He pulled out his tablet and sent the video to my email right there. The other guys immediately asked him to send it to them too.
"Don't send it to the others. Yeonju is my little sister."
"Got it. Sure."
Minyong refused the others and instead showed them his own videos of the white women he had fucked that night.
That day the others mentioned going to Gangnam’s ten-pro again, but I made up an excuse about being tired and headed straight home. The moment I walked into my room I opened my laptop and downloaded the video Minyong had sent.
The moment the player started, Minyong’s naked body and rock-hard cock filled the screen. He propped the tablet up somewhere, turned his back, and climbed onto the bed. Two women were already there — one lying face-down with her ass high in the air, the other stretched out on her side.
I knew exactly who they were in an instant. The one lying on her side with the smaller hips was Ji-eun. The one lying face-down, ass raised, her shaved pussy and pink inner lips glistening between her thighs was my wife Yeonju.
Minyong approached from behind, knelt, and positioned his cock between Yeonju’s slick folds. He began sliding up and down, teasing her entrance. Yeonju’s pussy lips parted like flowers opening, revealing the obscene, glistening pink inside.
"Ahhh~~~~~"
Minyong’s cock slowly sank into Yeonju’s soaking hole as if pulled into a swamp. She let out a long, drawn-out moan, her hips trembling.
Squelch~ Squelch~ Squelch~
Minyong gripped her ass cheeks tightly with both hands and thrust in and out with rhythmic power, burying himself deep inside my wife again and again.
Slap~ Slap~ Slap~ Slap~
"Ahng~ Ah. Ah. Ah. Ang~"
The faster Minyong’s hips pounded, the more creamy juices dripped from Yeonju’s stretched pussy. Their sex grew more frantic, the wet slapping sounds turning into the filthy rhythm of skin on skin.
"Haa~ How is it? It’s been a while since I fucked my cock into you, right?"
Minyong kept pumping, speaking to her.
"Ang~ It’s been a long time… It’s good. Not as good as anyone else, though…"
"What? Who! Who the hell have you been fucking lately, you fucking slut!"
Slap~ Slap~ Slap! Slap! Slap!
Minyong’s rhythm sped up, driven by Yeonju’s words. The view on the screen looked like two beasts mating in heat. Minyong’s powerful thighs and ass flexed with every deep thrust, his muscles rippling as he slammed into Yeonju’s dripping cunt.
Each time he pulled out, the inner pink walls clung to his cock, stretched obscenely, before snapping back. Thick strings of mixed juices stretched between them, dripping into the forest of Yeonju’s shaved pubic hair.
"Hurry up and tell me! Who the fuck did you fuck? You horny little bitch!"
Slap~ Slap~ Slap~ Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap~ Slap~ Slap!
Minyong kept spanking her ass as if scolding a naughty dog, his hips slamming down hard with each impact. Yeonju’s plump cheeks rippled like waves with every brutal slap, her body trembling between pain and pleasure, more juices gushing out with every spank.
"Ahng~ Haaak! He’s bigger than you! Ahng~ He’s nothing compared to him! Haa~! Aang~! Ang! Ang! Aang~!"
"Damn woman, is that why your pussy got this loose? Before it used to grip like a fist, now it’s just a sloppy whore. Hah… hah…"
"Ang! Ang~ Of course. He’s much bigger than you and his technique is even better. Ang~ Ang~ Haang~"
"Damn it, who the hell is he? How the fuck did he fuck you so hard your tight pussy became this sloppy!"
"Haa~ I… I was raped! Haang~ Ang~ Ang~ He raped me while I was asleep! Haa~ I was so turned on… I pretended to sleep the whole time! Aaaang~ It felt so good!"
Rape? Yeonju had been raped? While she was sleeping? That couldn’t be…
"Damn woman! Crazy bitch! Pussy like a dog! Horny doggy bitch! Haa~ haa~ You’re such a fucking slut while being raped! Does Taemin know you’re this doggy bitch?"
Minyong’s voice finally uttered my name. My mind froze. I stared at the screen, heart pounding.
"Haaang~ Aah~ Ang! Ang!"
Yeonju only moaned in time with Minyong’s thrusts. She didn’t answer.
"Answer me, you bitch! Your precious Taemin doesn’t know you’re this horny doggy bitch! He thinks you’d only fuck a man if he’s huge, and that you’d love being raped while clenching your pussy!"
Slap! Slap~
When Yeonju still refused, Minyong brought his palm down hard on her ass.
"Aaaak! I… I don’t know! Taemin doesn’t know I’m this lewd… Haang~ Aang!"
"Damn woman! Every time Taemin’s name comes up your pussy walls clench like crazy! Why hasn’t he fucked you yet? You should’ve let him fuck you before any other guy! Haa~!"
"Ang~ Haa~ Ha~ Ta… Taemin is family. We’re family, so…"
"You fucking idiot! We’re not even related! The way your pussy spasms every time Taemin’s name is mentioned — that’s not a family! That’s just a whore’s reaction!"
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap~
Minyong’s hips began moving like the lead actor in a porn video — powerful, fast, perfectly rhythmic.
"Aang! No… Taemin… haa! Ang! Ang! Ang! Taemin doesn’t know I’m this lewd woman~ Aang! Aaaang~~~~"
Slap! Slap! Slap~ Slap~ Slap~ Slap~ Slap~ Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Haa! Haa~ Your pussy’s so tight, you doggy bitch. An octopus’s sucker! Then I’ll fuck you instead. Since he didn’t eat you, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk. You horny little bitch!"
"Aang! Too rough. I’m not that kind of woman… Taemin only gave you permission. Haang! Ang! Ang~"
"Haa~ Haa! So you want me to fuck you harder? From now on spread your pussy for me! I’ll fuck you as much as Taemin’s kid did!"
"Haaaaang~~~~~ Aang~ Aaaang~~~ Haa~ Aaa~ Ang~~~ Just a little more… a little deeper… Aaaah~~~~ Haaaaang~~~!"
Slap~ Slap~
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap~ Slap~ Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap~ Slap~ Slap~~
Their sex had reached its peak. I had been silently stroking myself for who knew how long. Minyong occasionally slapped Yeonju’s ass while pinning her down with his full weight. Yeonju met every thrust by lifting her hips to meet him.
Their rhythm was thick, crude, and perfectly synced — the ultimate match for an old perverted couple.
"Here I come, damn~!"
"Haaaaang~~~~~~~~~~!"
THUD!
Minyong slammed his entire body into Yeonju’s ass one final time. Yeonju screamed in ecstasy, collapsing onto the bed.
Minyong’s cock slipped out of her pussy. Thick white cum poured from her gaping hole. I came hard too, watching the same scene.
Ring-ring~
Just as the afterglow was beginning, my phone rang. I almost ignored it, but the caller ID showed Yeonju’s name. I answered quickly.
"H-hello?"
『Taemin-ah~ It’s me~ How have you been?』
Yeonju’s voice still sounded bright and cheerful.
"Yeah, I’ve been doing well. What about you?"
『Me too. I just finished my work here. I miss you so much~ Oh, by the way, you know I’m coming back to Korea soon, right?』
"Of course. I miss you too."
『Hehe! Really? I’m so glad, my precious Taemin. Are the others doing okay? Any special news?』
"Yeah, everyone’s fine. Oh, right. There’s a high school reunion coming up."
『Really? Great! I missed them all. When? Where?』
I told her the exact date and location of the reunion.
『Really? Great! I can come too. I’m arriving around that time. I’ll see you then.』
"Yeah, okay. See you then."
Yeonju was coming back. After four long years. Joy and happiness… mixed with worry. Would our relationship still be the same? When she returned I would confess beautifully, but I first needed to confirm whether she still loved me the way she had in high school.
If her heart hadn’t changed… if our childhood bond wasn’t just a faded memory…
From now on, I would be the one guiding our relationship.