My Changing Wife - Chapter 56: Responding to My Wife
Yeonju would be home in a few days. Before she returned, though, I needed to know whether what we had was still a living thing — or whether it had already been filed away, a single photograph pressed between the pages of a scrapbook of memories.
If her heart had already changed, I would be condemned to another stretch of waiting. But if it hadn't — if she was still the woman I knew — then she would answer my signal. I was certain of it.
I tore open a box in the corner of my room and pulled out the CCTV cameras I had once installed in the house Yeonju and I used to share. I had packed them when I moved to Seoul, thinking I might need them again someday. They had sat forgotten for so long I wasn't sure they would even turn on, but after I installed the software they came to life just as they had before, the feed crisp and strong.
Once I confirmed they were working, I mounted one on the ceiling of my bedroom, another at the head of the bed, and a third on the desk behind it.
It happened to be the weekend. I picked up my phone and called Huiyeon — the woman I still saw now and then as a sex partner.
I hung up, pulled my pants back on, headed outside, and climbed into the car. Huiyeon lived just outside Seoul and was working as a kindergarten teacher these days. When she first started, she used to call the kids little angels. Now she called them little demons, and she said often enough that if she had known how stressful teaching kindergarten would be, she would have chosen a different path.
When the stress piled up, Huiyeon would hit the clubs and dance until she dropped. She seemed to enjoy the occasional one-night stand as well, and she and I still had sex once or twice a month without fail.
I drove toward her place and called when I got close. She was already waiting outside in a sexy outfit, and she climbed into the car the moment I pulled up.
"Whoa. You look good today. Have you lost some weight?"
I made a point of flattering her. Bait, of course — groundwork for the night's real objective.
"Right? You can tell too? That's all thanks to the little demons. The stress has gotten even worse lately."
"Haha. That must be rough. But watching you get prettier because of it, I almost want to thank those little demons."
"Ugh. Tsk tsk. You'd understand if you had to deal with them yourself. Anyway, where are we going tonight?"
"I don't know. Where's the scene good these days?"
"Hmm. How about Itaewon? I've been watching that foreigners talk show lately and I've been craving some foreign guys."
"Oh-ho? And what about me?"
"What's with that? You're the prince who gets swarmed by girls the second you walk into a club. Just pick one and take her home."
"Come on. Tonight I'm craving you. There are plenty of women out there, but E-cup tits aren't exactly common."
"Pfft. I knew it. I was wondering why you called first for once — you were thinking about my chest, weren't you? Fine. I'll reel in a decent foreigner and let you join. How about a threesome? There are plenty of guys out there, but a big, spicy cock like yours is hard to come by. I'd feel a lot more secure with you there."
"That actually sounds pretty good. But her ass is mine."
"Pffhahaha — oh my god, I can't win with you. You used to be so sweet and innocent and cute. When did our little Taemin turn into such a pervert?"
"So, you don't like it?"
"No~ I like it a lot, actually."
I drove us toward Itaewon. The truth was, Huiyeon was the person who had helped me the most when I started learning club dancing and paying attention to my style.
Even though she was a woman, there had always been something about her that made it easy to get close — no walls, no pretense. She had taken me under her wing back when I first started going to clubs. Sometimes we would go together and leave with different people, but more often than not we ended up spending the night with each other. Huiyeon's pussy was still on the loose side, but I knew how to work her vaginal muscles until they clenched down tight and springy, so that never bothered me.
We arrived in Itaewon and headed for the electronic club that was supposed to be the hottest spot right now.
The bass hit like a fist to the chest — thump, thump — electronic music flooding every inch of the room. Inside, a sea of young people were losing themselves to the beat, bodies pulsing as one. This being Itaewon, foreigners stood out in the crowd. Huiyeon grabbed a bottle the second we walked in and started shaking her body with abandon. I paced myself, conserving my stamina for what I had planned later.
As time passed, a few men drifted toward Huiyeon's well-toned body, but none of them managed to hold her attention. There was a handsome white guy in the mix, and a well-built Black guy with a good body — exactly her type — but for some reason she turned them all down.
After more than two hours of dancing, we walked back out into the night, just the two of us.
"Haaah, it's so muggy. Taemin, want to grab a bowl of ice-cold naengmyeon somewhere?"
"Yeah. I was just craving something cold myself."
We ducked into a nearby twenty-four-hour restaurant, ordered naengmyeon, and sat down.
"Huiyeon. I saw some pretty decent guys grinding their dicks against your ass back there. Why didn't you contact any of them tonight? You turned them all down."
She looked at me, eyes narrowing slightly.
"There weren't any good ones."
"What about that big Black guy? He was exactly your type."
"He smelled. Some weird sweat odor that punched me right in the nose. I didn't like it."
Then she suddenly folded her arms, leaned forward over the table, and looked up at me through her lashes.
"What? Have I got 'handsome' smeared on my face or something?"
"Pfft. Wow, you actually made a joke. You've been acting weird all night, you know that?"
"Weird? Me?"
"Yeah. You."
What the hell? Suddenly I was acting suspicious? Had she picked up on something?
"What are you talking about. How am I acting weird?"
"Park Taemin. I've known you for eight years already. We've fucked more than a hundred times."
"And?"
"Be honest. Why do you look so damn good tonight?"
"Huh? I've always looked good. Ahem..."
"Look at you getting flustered. Do I look stupid to you? The way you've been talking to me, the way you've been acting — you're being way too nice. Like a guy who has decided he is going to pick a girl up and fuck her no matter what, you bastard."
"I... was I?"
Shit. I should have acted the way I always do. I must have been too nice without realizing it.
"Be honest. What's your angle?"
"Angle? There's no angle. I just wanted to hang out with you for the first time in a while."
"Is that so? Then we've hung out. I guess I'll just go home."
Wait. That couldn't happen.
"You're too sharp, you know that. Fine. Honestly, I was craving something hardcore tonight. And you're the only woman who can take it. Heh heh heh."
"What, that's all it was? Kind of disappointing. Here I thought you'd suddenly fallen for me. Forget it. I'm not in the mood. I'll just eat my noodles and go home."
"Just going to walk away? You'll regret it. My hands and my boy down there are both in peak condition tonight. Plus I've been stretching lately — my hips are ridiculously flexible now."
I made a show of rolling my wrists, then mimed plunging my fingers into a pussy and stirring them around roughly. Huiyeon gave me a strange look, then her gaze drifted down to my cock. Blood rushed into the spongy tissue so fast it swelled visibly, and she couldn't take her eyes off the bulge rising against my pants.
"Fine. Since you're going that far, I'll do you a special favor, for old times' sake. But you better give it everything you've got. Disappoint me even a little and you won't get so much as a drop next time. Got it?"
She leaned her face in close, the corner of her mouth curling into a teasing, wicked little threat.
"Don't you worry. Tonight I'm going to carve my cock so deep into your pussy you'll never forget it."
I whispered it against her ear. Huiyeon grinned, satisfied, and before I could even react she pressed her lips to the side of my neck, just under my jaw, and left a lipstick mark.
"Aigoo. You young people need to tone it down. How's a widow supposed to live watching this?"
The ajumma from the restaurant set down our naengmyeon and scolded us, but her face wasn't annoyed — she was smiling. We weren't the first couple like us she had seen. The mood already locked in, we practically drank the noodles down and hurried out to the car.
Huiyeon was too impatient to wait. On the drive home she pulled my pants down and sucked me off right there in the car. She took my cock all the way down her throat now without the slightest hesitation, pacing herself so I wouldn't come while I was still driving — just enough to keep me on the edge.
The second we parked in the underground garage we fell into a deep, hungry kiss. We got out of the car still locked together, and even in the elevator we couldn't keep our mouths and tongues off each other. To anyone watching we would have looked like a couple who had everything. In reality we were just sex partners whose eyes had met over a shared, boiling lust.
Click.
The moment we stepped through the front door we were kissing again, kicking off our shoes without breaking contact as we moved into the living room. Huiyeon hopped up like a child and threw her arms around me. I scooped her up and carried her straight to my room — the room where the cameras were waiting.
Thud.
I threw her onto the bed the instant we were inside and started undressing, slowly. Huiyeon watched me and stripped out of everything she was wearing.
It had been a while since I had seen those E-cup breasts. They were still as beautifully ripe as fruit left to sweeten on the branch. She had been getting regular Brazilian waxes, and her pussy looked no different from that of a girl just entering puberty — nothing but the faintest down of new hair beginning to grow back.
I had been training steadily, and the body I had built was denser and more cut than most actors or celebrities who got praised for being in shape. Huiyeon looked me up and down and smiled, satisfied.
When I stepped toward the bed she dropped to her knees, wrapped both hands around my cock, and squeezed. Then she lifted her head, locked eyes with me, opened her mouth, and swallowed the fat, pine-mushroom head of my cock in a single gulp.