Reversing My Wife into a Lustful One: Part 01
My wife and her friends were probably heading to the club right now. A little later she would be surrounded by men like before, shaking her body happily and enjoying herself, and perhaps—following Minhee’s words—her long-forgotten true nature would awaken again.
I had been idly fiddling with my phone for hours. Every single detail of what my wife was doing and where she was filled me with an almost unbearable curiosity.
It had been thirty minutes since the last message from Minhee. If they had gone to a nearby spot, they should have already arrived, yet no word had come through. The silence was driving me insane. I finally couldn’t hold back any longer and sent Minhee a text asking exactly where they were, what they were doing, and how Yeonju was feeling.
I waited anxiously for her reply, then—moments later—there it was.
[SMS from Minhee]
『Hahaha, why are you so eager? We’re almost there. I’ll update you along the way. Just wait patiently~♡』
『Thanks~ If possible, send live shots too~♥』
『Got it~ ヘ(*＾0＾*)ノ~♡』
Now all I had to do was wait. But the impatience and frustration simply wouldn’t leave me.
While waiting for Minhee’s next message, I lay back on the bed and let my eyes drift shut. My wife’s old self began to surface on its own. The very first image that flashed before my eyes was my wife deepthroating Minyong’s cock. It was the night of the graduation party. On opposite sides of a single wall, Yeonju and I had been fucking different partners while she, completely naked, had stuck her cute pink tongue out and eagerly licked Minyong’s dick right in front of me.
That had been the first time I ever saw my wife’s naked body. Of course, excluding the innocent times we used to go to the public bath with my mom holding our hands as little kids. That day, in front of me, she had taken Minyong’s cock deep into her throat and sucked it with all her might. Minyong had grabbed a fistful of her hair, used her like a toy, slamming her head up and down until he came. Thick ropes of his cum had dripped from her lips. He had then stabbed her pussy with his fingers while she kissed him, still leaking. I had watched the whole thing for a second before leaving his room.
That scene replayed in vivid detail in my mind. Even at twenty, Yeonju had looked like she could pass for a middle-schooler—adorable, chubby cheeks, already full breasts that would soon fill out to a D-cup. And she had been so lewd, sucking another man’s cock casually right in front of me while strings of cum leaked from the corners of her mouth.
If I could see her like that again today, no matter how far she had fallen, I would forgive her in an instant.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
While I imagined my wife’s old self, my cock was already stirring. The phone lit up with a flood of notifications. I snatched it open to find several messages from Minhee.
『I’m super excited!』
Photos arrived right after. Under the dazzling lights, Yeonju and Hyeon were dancing wildly, surrounded by several men.
『How is it? Does it look like Yeonju’s going to turn into her old self?』
『I can’t tell yet. I need to watch a little longer.』
That evening Yeonju had dressed in a sharp suit, black stockings, and a short skirt. Her top was a sheer light-pink blouse. She had chosen the formal outfit deliberately for work, but watching her dance sexily in it made her look even more provocative.
The men around her looked ordinary, nothing like her usual type. That was why she had been ignoring them all night and flirting with Hyeon instead. Though I felt guilty about how hard I had worked her lately, seeing her finally having fun again lifted my own mood.
I closed my eyes again and imagined her old self. This time it was the night I first learned about her secret affair.
When I discovered her secret SNS account, Yeonju had been proudly showing off her filthy body to countless men, savoring their crude, lust-filled comments. She had already fallen far beyond anything I could have imagined—seducing a mid-40s man who had negotiated every degrading condition imaginable for their hook-up: blowjobs, pussy fucking, titfucking, and even hardcore anal acts that belonged on underground videos.
The shock had hit hardest when I saw the word “spanking.” It was an SM term, and even as someone who only watched porn, I knew exactly what it meant. A twenty-year-old girl actually negotiating it? It was mind-blowing.
Worse, the “hook-up” itself was a taboo, incestuous fantasy most normal people would never dream of. Yeonju and her best friend Hyeon had been ordered to satisfy a middle-aged man together: one cock, two tongues, licking and sucking at the same time.
The man had been incredibly skilled. He had treated the two fresh-faced college girls with their distinct bodies as if they were old playthings—Yeonju with her plump D-cup tits and milky skin, Hyeon with her slim, toned frame and dark, perky nipples.
Hyeon already had dark areolas and black nipples, and her pussy lips were neatly shaved with deep vertical folds and a plump, dark labia. Yeonju’s was equally exposed and glistening.
The muscular, long-lasting man had let his cock slap hard against their cheeks like in Western porn, then thrust deep down their throats. He had forced them onto all fours, spread their pretty asses, and alternated pounding their pussies while they moaned like trained whore slaves.
Even in the video, Yeonju and Hyeon had looked like seasoned professionals—lying on their backs with faces toward the camera, their tits and cunts completely exposed in slutty lingerie, squeezing out every drop of cum from the man’s cock like milking a cow. They had opened their holes wide, spat on the man’s tongue, and licked every inch of his anus and insides.
Maybe that was why Yeonju and Hyeon had become such perfect friends—they shared the same filthy, sexual chemistry.
Imagining those videos again, my hand had slipped into my pants and started stroking my cock. I wanted to watch the footage one more time, but my old laptop had broken, and now I could never see it again. The loss was painful.
Ring.
Just then another message arrived from Minhee while I imagined being the middle-aged man fucking my wife and Hyeon’s pussies.
『The club scene is so lame tonight. Feels like we failed.』
『Failed? Then you left already?』
『Yeah~ Before there were tons of hot guys, but now everyone and their dog is coming. Same with me and Yeonju and Hyeon. The vibe is dead.』
Oh no… I can’t stand that.
『Then why don’t we try a room salon? There the men are always way hotter.』
『Hehe~ Taemin’s in a hurry today? Okay, I’ll take care of it~♡』
『Thanks~♥』
Following Minhee’s advice, I was desperate. I needed to see my wife’s filthy side again tonight—no matter what.
Ring.
A few minutes later the notification sounded again.
『What should we do? Everyone’s complaining about moving, and Yeonju’s being so boring.』
Damn it! Even my wife had the nerve to set such a wall between us…
『Sigh… Fine, then. Everyone, come to our house. I’ll set out snacks and alcohol. Thank you for your hard work~♥』
I sighed and opened the delivery app, deciding what to order for a casual night with friends.
Ring.
『Hahaha, sorry! Actually we decided to go to a room salon~ Hyeon knows the best one nearby, so she’s joining too~ Hahaha. Yeonju’s secretly excited too.』
Whoa! The news sent a jolt straight to my already half-hard cock.
『Oh~ Playing rough, huh? Hahaha, great! Send real-time reactions again~♥』
『Got it~♡』
Feeling my mood lift, I flopped back onto the bed. From a woman’s perspective, a room salon was like a man’s room service—quiet, private, expensive. If my guess was right, Yeonju’s obedient personality would never fit the scene. But with Hyeon and the notorious Yeonju by her side, she would definitely lose herself in the atmosphere and enjoy herself to the fullest.
I had been to room salons plenty of times during my adult life. At first I had been dragged along against my will, but later I started eagerly accepting invitations from married male bosses who wanted to “show off” their wives.
I had only gone twice, but receiving service from the beautiful room attendants had eased the stress of social life. I hoped the same would help Yeonju release her tension.
Thinking back, I had never heard of Yeonju or any of my friends going to a room salon before. That night, when Minhee first mentioned the word, she had suggested sending Yeonju there to play with men like before.
Oh… so they had gone to room salons together before?
I wondered how Yeonju would act in such a place. I closed my eyes and imagined her among the men’s rooms, waiting for Minhee’s next update.