My Wife's Secret SNS Account Part 2
I opened the phone that was Yeonju’s and dove straight into the SNS app I had just received a message from.
Even inside the SNS it let me message directly, so I followed the notification and slid into the chat. The screen that appeared was packed wall-to-wall with filthy, explicit messages—raw, graphic, and dripping with intent.
The man who had sent them had hammered Yeonju with lines like “That chest of yours is so tempting, I want to eat it” and she had answered every single one with soft, playful little laughs. I scrolled a little higher and saw the cock photos he had sent next. Then I kept scrolling and found the upper-body shots she had sent him in return.
Even now, even back then, Yeonju’s body had been all about those full, soft breasts, the tiny waist, and the hips that made men lose their minds. In the photos she was only wearing a bra, the gentle curve of her collarbone leading down to the tight line of her waist and the soft dip of her navel on full display. The man in the chat was clearly mesmerized; he kept begging her to take the bra off, but she kept refusing.
Why was my own wife trading these kinds of messages with some stranger…? I kept scrolling.
And that was when I understood.
My wife… at the time she had been negotiating a conditional meeting with this man. The man had a rock-hard body and an enormous cock—he turned out to be a mid-forties businessman—and Yeonju had already set the date, the time, and even the exact sex style. The things she had refused were things like blowjob, vaginal sex, anal, and condom use during penetration. The things she had allowed were “milk drink” (paizuri), every position she could imagine, and multiple creampies.
But the man had kept pushing, had hiked the price, and finally she had given in to him swallowing and even throat-fucking him. That was how Min-yong had finally turned her mouth into his personal toy. But it wasn’t over.
When the man’s demands started up again, Yeonju had finally allowed hand spanking.
I already knew what that was. Most men who watched porn knew, too.
It was an SM act where the woman’s body was whipped with a riding crop or a whip—but not randomly. It was always the sexual-fetish parts: ass, breasts, pussy. The man had gotten permission from Yeonju for hand spanking on her breasts, her ass, and even her pussy.
No matter how gentle the hand, the idea that she had negotiated hand spanking on her breasts and pussy made my stomach twist. Her breasts and the most sensitive part of her body… and now she was letting a man spank those very places? I felt uneasy, but the memory of the porn scenes I had seen kept forcing itself into my head, and before I knew it the video of the man’s hand slapping Yeonju’s body was playing on its own.
The final price they had agreed on was a staggering fifteen hundred thousand won. Some men were crazy to pay that much for one night, but the fact that Yeonju had raised her own value to this level was astonishing.
But why was she selling her body at all? My parents had been covering all our living expenses, and back then her own father had been sending her pocket money. If we were short I could have asked me, or she could have worked part-time. Why would she do something like a conditional meeting? I still didn’t understand.
That was only my own sense of values, though. Maybe Yeonju had simply chosen the most efficient way she knew to make money. And since she already had so much sexual experience, sleeping with the man hadn’t felt strange to her at all.
During the first semester after I entered university she had always looked pure and innocent in front of me. But it was just my imagination. In reality nothing had changed. I had only ever judged her by what I could see.
Feeling a little reckless, I decided to check every single SNS app installed on her phone. And in the app I had just seen, right next to the first one, I found the same thing—Yeonju’s own lewd photos and videos.
This was an app focused on photos and videos. And she had uploaded them herself. The backgrounds were our own house. I looked at the shots of her naked in the bathroom, squatting, then the ones that showed off her full breasts and tiny waist. There were also photos where she had pushed her breasts together, and even some that looked like she was fingering herself in a naughty way.
Every man who looked at them had flooded her with perverted, disgusting comments, and Yeonju had answered every single one with playful replies, clearly enjoying herself.
Her profile picture showed her arms pushing her D-cup breasts together so that the wide areolas took up almost half the frame, and her nipples were huge and perfectly obvious. Her bio read: “20-year-old lewd married woman who loves to break the rules. Favorite fetishes: humiliation, fetish, spanking, object play, and I’m even open to group sex.”
The account had only been created in May—barely a month old.
When I scrolled to the comments someone had asked why a married woman was doing this, Yeonju had answered, “I just wanted a little thrill after living such a boring daily life for so long.” Another comment had said, “After you got married at twenty you had to hold back your lewd nature, so now it’s all bottled up and you can’t control yourself.”
That was when I thought:
Yeonju… she’s thinking of me as her husband…
Yeah, we live under the same roof, we sleep in the same bed sometimes, even if we don’t have sex yet. It made sense.
Suddenly my chest felt light and warm. The fact that she saw me as her husband made me so happy I could barely stand it. The way she was exposing her body to other men felt cute, and even the idea of her negotiating a conditional meeting with someone else felt adorable.
Of course it was completely unreasonable, but I remembered how lewd Yeonju had always been deep down, so I told myself it wasn’t such a big shock after all.
I wanted to keep watching her SNS. So I rooted her phone, copied everything to my laptop, and even installed the app on my own phone so I could see the updates in real time. As a computer-science major who loved messing around with phone OS, it was no problem at all.
Now, every time Yeonju’s account updated, I would be able to see her photos, comments, and messages whenever I wanted.
I checked her photo album too. It was full of selfies with friends and pretty shots. But when I tried to move files I kept getting error messages. There were hidden files on the device.
What would I see this time…? My curiosity was already burning. I unlocked the hidden files and copied the entire album to my laptop.
When I opened it, there were a shocking number of images. At first glance I saw Yeonju’s own nude photos and others someone had taken of her—probably Min-yong’s, I assumed. And they were exactly what I expected.
Most of the selfies showed off her body. Her face was never in the shots, but the underwear and fully naked ones had clearly been hidden. The ones where she pushed her breasts together and pouted her lips in a cute expression, or the mirror selfies with V signs, were adorable rather than lewd. But the shots of her licking her own nipples or spreading her pussy with her fingers had a much stronger, dirtier vibe.
The photos Min-yong had taken were stored in a folder labeled “[Husband].” Back when they were dating he had clearly thought of himself as her husband. But now that she was calling me husband… I felt a strange, heady thrill.
I already suspected the level would be high, but still. Unlike the selfies, these made just looking at them feel filthy. Yeonju’s lewd body was on full display.
I went through them one by one on my laptop’s big screen. The ones that stayed burned in my mind the longest were the ones that made my cock throb hard even now.
The first: her completely naked on the bed, both hands making a V shape in a cute little pose. Then the one where Min-yong had her legs spread wide. And the ones where she was squeezing her own breasts or lifting her ass in the air, clearly begging to be fucked.
Things got darker. The shot of Min-yong’s cock in her mouth while she smiled cutely and made a V. The one where she was lying under him, face twisted in agony, then the messy one with her ass up in the air, completely lost in pleasure.
One showed him pinning her cock between her breasts and spraying thick ropes of cum across her face. The next was her own face—eyes full of pure lust—as she licked every drop of Min-yong’s cum straight from her lips. Even though it was just a photo, it had made my cock so hard it felt like it was going to burst.
But these were nothing I hadn’t imagined before. I had long ago pictured Yeonju exactly like this, so I could take it without flinching.
Then, right in the middle, something strange started appearing.
Yeonju was on all fours, ass up, and Min-yong’s cock was buried deep inside her. But the real shock was what was behind her—those thick, hairy legs. From the angle and the way the photo was cropped it looked like another man’s thighs, and Yeonju was clearly enjoying it.
“What the hell… is this…?”
I turned the page with shaking hands.
Paizuri
Every man who looked at her lewd photos had flooded her with perverted, disgusting comments, and Yeonju had answered every single one with playful replies, clearly enjoying herself.
Her profile picture showed her arms pushing her D-cup breasts together so that the wide areolas took up almost half the frame, and her nipples were huge and perfectly obvious. Her bio read: “20-year-old lewd married woman who loves to break the rules. Favorite fetishes: humiliation, fetish, spanking, object play, and I’m even open to group sex.”
The account had only been created in May—barely a month old.
When I scrolled to the comments someone had asked why a married woman was doing this, Yeonju had answered, “I just wanted a little thrill after living such a boring daily life for so long.” Another comment had said, “After you got married at twenty you had to hold back your lewd nature, so now it’s all bottled up and you can’t control yourself.”
That was when I thought:
Yeonju… she’s thinking of me as her husband…
Yeah, we live under the same roof, we sleep in the same bed sometimes, even if we don’t have sex yet. It made sense.
Suddenly my chest felt light and warm. The fact that she saw me as her husband made me so happy I could barely stand it. The way she was exposing her body to other men felt cute, and even the idea of her negotiating a conditional meeting with someone else felt adorable.
Of course it was completely unreasonable, but I remembered how lewd Yeonju had always been deep down, so I told myself it wasn’t such a big shock after all.
I wanted to keep watching her SNS. So I rooted her phone, copied everything to my laptop, and even installed the app on my own phone so I could see the updates in real time. As a computer-science major who loved messing around with phone OS, it was no problem at all.
Now, every time Yeonju’s account updated, I would be able to see her photos, comments, and messages whenever I wanted.
I checked her photo album too. It was full of selfies with friends and pretty shots. But when I tried to move files I kept getting error messages. There were hidden files on the device.
What would I see this time…? My curiosity was already burning. I unlocked the hidden files and copied the entire album to my laptop.
When I opened it, there were a shocking number of images. At first glance I saw Yeonju’s own nude photos and others someone had taken of her—probably Min-yong’s, I assumed. And they were exactly what I expected.
Most of the selfies showed off her body. Her face was never in the shots, but the underwear and fully naked ones had clearly been hidden. The ones where she pushed her breasts together and pouted her lips in a cute expression, or the mirror selfies with V signs, were adorable rather than lewd. But the shots of her licking her own nipples or spreading her pussy with her fingers had a much stronger, dirtier vibe.
The photos Min-yong had taken were stored in a folder labeled “[Husband].” Back when they were dating he had clearly thought of himself as her husband. But now that she was calling me husband… I felt a strange, heady thrill.
I already suspected the level would be high, but still. Unlike the selfies, these made just looking at them feel filthy. Yeonju’s lewd body was on full display.
I went through them one by one on my laptop’s big screen. The ones that stayed burned in my mind the longest were the ones that made my cock throb hard even now.
The first: her completely naked on the bed, both hands making a V shape in a cute little pose. Then the one where Min-yong had her legs spread wide. And the ones where she was squeezing her own breasts or lifting her ass in the air, clearly begging to be fucked.
Things got darker. The shot of Min-yong’s cock in her mouth while she smiled cutely and made a V. The one where she was lying under him, face twisted in agony, then the messy one with her ass up in the air, completely lost in pleasure.
One showed him pinning her cock between her breasts and spraying thick ropes of cum across her face. The next was her own face—eyes full of pure lust—as she licked every drop of Min-yong’s cum straight from her lips. Even though it was just a photo, it had made my cock so hard it felt like it was going to burst.
But these were nothing I hadn’t imagined before. I had long ago pictured Yeonju exactly like this, so I could take it without flinching.
Then, right in the middle, something strange started appearing.
Yeonju was on all fours, ass up, and Min-yong’s cock was buried deep inside her. But the real shock was what was behind her—those thick, hairy legs. From the angle and the way the photo was cropped it looked like another man’s thighs, and Yeonju was clearly enjoying it.
“What the hell… is this…?”
I turned the page with shaking hands.
