My Changing Wife — My Wife, Yeonju
As soon as I married my wife Yeonju, we settled into a perfectly ordinary married life just like every other young couple. She was a competent employee at a foreign company, far more accomplished than I was, with a salary and position that put mine to shame.
I was still grinding away in the game company, even after climbing to the rank of department head in the programming division. But in this industry, the higher you climbed, the less real authority you actually had—only more exhaustion. Loneliness had already begun to creep in, and I was seriously weighing the idea of quitting or starting my own venture.
Ever since university, I had dreamed of developing a multi-user social network app. I had the experience from the game company, yet I kept churning out games with almost identical concepts, and it was driving me mad. I craved something fresh, something that would shake up the monotony.
Then VR and AR technology suddenly exploded, and the more I learned about it, the more I felt like a brand-new world was opening up to me. If we combined those technologies with the social network system I had always imagined, I could create yet another virtual universe. And when you added in the special nature of games, it could offer exhausted people from everyday life an infinite playground of possibilities.
But right around that time, my wife decided to quit her job. Her foreign company had gone bankrupt in the Korean market and was pulling out entirely. She worked for a firm based in Canada, and they wanted her back there.
I broached the idea of starting a business with her, and to my surprise she actually liked the sound of it and agreed. Both of us giving up our jobs was a tough decision, yet she still supported me. I was so grateful tears came to my eyes.
The next day at the office, I submitted my resignation and immediately began analyzing investment projects from companies that had already succeeded in the same industry.
We chose VR education apps as our first project. The demand was strong, and development required no massive resources. In particular, it would make good money in safety education for kids under eight and fire-safety training in various facilities.
I threw myself into the work. One month later I had a prototype and business plan ready to show her. She said the app was fine but the plan needed work, so she offered to handle it herself.
Her plan was flawless. You could tell she had years of experience in marketing at a foreign company. I told her I would handle the development, and she accepted without hesitation even though she had become a full-time housewife and was supposed to be relaxing.
From then on we carried the app and plan to every demo day for domestic support programs in the industry. The results were spectacular. We not only attracted interest from the national programs but also received offers from major domestic conglomerates. I accepted, and we signed an investment contract. We even convinced Yeonju to take charge of the planning for the infant safety education division and hired a few staff to launch the project.
A few months later our app went on sale and, thanks to the conglomerate’s marketing power, delivered excellent sales.
We had only been out of the company a few months, yet we had achieved something incredible. Our living situation had stabilized, and the frantic pace of work was slowly easing up. Thanks to the project’s success, I could give bonuses and reward vacations to the staff. Yeonju and I even took a trip together for a much-needed break.
Our sex life had changed dramatically. In the early honeymoon days we could barely keep our hands off each other—rushing to undress the moment we saw each other, devouring each other’s bodies for entire weekends without a break.
I once pulled out while she was on the toilet and swallowed her. I once suddenly got hard while watching her cook, hiked up her skirt and thrust in from behind. She did the same—jumping on me whenever I was tired or distracted, then pulling out my sleeping cock to suck on it.
Sex for us in those early days had been both a game and a drug—something we lived and breathed.
But three years had passed, and the nonstop pace of running a startup had taken its toll. Our sex frequency had dropped to the level of ordinary thirty-something couples. We used to do it three times or more a week; now it was down to once a week, and lately sometimes only two or three times a month. Even then, it no longer felt like passionate love—it had turned into something almost obligatory.
Yeonju’s personality had changed too. She still had her large D-cup breasts, slim waist, attractive hips, and sexy ass, but she was no longer the woman who lit up at the idea of sex with new men. After marriage she had stopped seeing any other men and devoted herself entirely to me.
At first I thought that made sense, but my own memories told a different story. The Yeonju I had first grown lustful for was the one who moaned and writhed in ecstasy with another man. I had watched her like that and fed my own desire on the sight.
The trip destination I had deliberately chosen was Gangwon-do—the very place where, when she was twenty, she had lured me into a trap and brought her friends along.
“Haa~ Haa~ An~~~ Um… good… Haa~ An~ An~”
Slap~ Slap~ Slap~ Slap~ Squish~ Squish~
The first night of our trip. We stayed at the pension as usual and made love with desperate intensity. I gave her a long-awaited power fuck, driving my cock deep into her dripping pussy. Her juices ran freely down her thighs, soaking us both every time our bodies slapped together.
“Hah~ Hah~ How is it? Feeling good after so long?”
“Aak~! Y-yes… so good… keep going… Augh… An~ An! Haa~!”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Squish~ Squish~ Squish~ Squish~
I grabbed her legs and lifted them high. Her arched back pushed her ass up, and I mounted her in a horse pose, slamming down harder than ever before.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Slap~ Slap~ Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Slap~ Slap~
“Ahhh~~~!!! Honey~ So good! Augh! Haaan… Ahk! Agh! Haaang~ I’m going to die. Harder~ Harder, please…!”
My cock sank deep into her pussy as if it were home. Her walls clenched like a living creature every time my shaft pressed against her cervix. Those vaginal folds twitched and flexed as if they were breathing, and the tight grip felt like a vice that never let go.
I did everything I could to make her come. Even while pounding her in a rough press position, I kept perfect rhythm. When I changed pace, she rode me and twisted her hips in that signature way she had, using her own juicy grinding technique to bring me to the edge.
We both reached orgasm three times that night. It had been so long since we had felt truly satisfied.
After the violent sex ended, sleep still wouldn’t come. Yeonju slept soundly on my arm, but I stared at her face.
It was still cute and lovely. She had not yet given birth, so her body remained as tight and beautiful as before. Her full breasts and perky nipples still looked delicious.
But something felt empty. A vague frustration filled my chest. Everything was going well—work was smooth, our relationship was good—and yet a cold wind kept blowing through one corner of my heart.
Frustrated, I got out of bed and walked to the terrace. I sat in a chair, lit a cigarette, and stared at the small stream beside the pension. The cigarette was hers, but I had started smoking when I felt the same emptiness.
Even after satisfying sex, I still felt something was missing. Why?
I lit another cigarette and smoked in silence, then remembered the past in reverse chronological order. When had my desire for Yeonju first begun?
I remembered being in middle school. A delinquent told me Yeonju had slept with her seniors. Up until then my feelings had been pure, but the moment I heard she had been “deflowered,” I started imagining her getting creampied and my cock hardened instantly.
The next memory was her returning after running away. I found the butterfly tattoo right on top of her plump pussy mound. I stared at it, swallowed hard, and felt my mouth flood with saliva.
The peak of my desire came when I heard those loud, echoing moans from the other side of the wall. Yeonju was being fucked by Minyong right next to me. I listened and came so hard I raped Ji-eun on the spot.
My mind went completely blank with overwhelming lust. Even later, every time Minyong bragged about how he had fucked Yeonju, I would get the same uncontrollable arousal and cum while raping Ji-eun in his place.
In university I spied on her through the secret SNS and got even more excited. The memory that stayed with me longest was the video of her having sex with a middle-aged man in exchange for money.
She fucked him with the same bold, shameless style you saw in AVs, riding him like a whore. And when she was sucking his cock together with Hyejeong and even went down on a woman, she swallowed that huge cock all the way to the root while moaning, setting my own hidden desires on fire.
I had thought she was just an open, lively college girl who liked to play. But the reality was that she had become so corrupted she no longer knew why she chose paid meetings—whether to earn money or simply as a way to enjoy rough sex with a skilled dominant man.
Still, I didn’t hate her or feel anything but desire. Instead, watching her like that only made my lust burn hotter. Later we found our own way to confirm our feelings. One day she even spread her pussy openly in front of me and let Seungmin fuck her.
I already knew deep down that my feelings for her were certain. But I still wanted to watch her continue—naked breasts bouncing, juices dripping, face twisting in ecstasy while another man fucked her senseless.
“Huuu~~~”
I blew out another long stream of cigarette smoke. The cigarette had burned down almost to the filter, while my cock was already rock-hard and straining toward the sky.
I finally understood what had been missing from my chest all this time.
It was the sound of Yeonju moaning while being impaled on Minyong’s cock, the way her huge breasts swayed as she ground her ass against the paid meeting man, and the sight of her face screaming in orgasm as another man thrust into her pussy.
Now I needed those things.