My Changing Wife: Chapter 66 Part 2
I had one boss back at the old company who loved nightlife spots like room salons and noraebang with a passion that bordered on obsession. He held the title of development director and vice president, yet he was barely in his late thirties, and he stayed close to the young staff members despite his position.
Every workplace has its share of old-school veterans, and my company was no different. Among the older, higher-ranking employees, there were several who seemed to prefer staying at the office even when they had no real work to do, rather than heading home after finishing their shifts. It made things tough for the newer hires, who had to constantly gauge their moods whenever it was time to clock out.
The vice president sat at the heart of that group. Whenever there was even the slightest excuse, he would rally the veterans and drag them off for after-work entertainment.
I had just been promoted to senior manager when I was assigned a separate project alongside him and quickly became close with the older man. After we successfully wrapped up the project, the day of the team’s post-project celebration arrived. As the others started packing up to leave, the vice president grabbed my arm and insisted we go out for a second round. I figured we were heading somewhere to drink and chat, so I agreed without a second thought. But instead of heading out, he pulled out his phone and called the rest of the veterans who were still at the office. They all showed up like they had been waiting for his signal.
The next thing I knew, we were at a lively nightlife spot, and I found myself trailing after the veterans, diving headfirst into the culture of late-night entertainment.
The older men had plenty of experience, and it showed in how smoothly they handled the hostess girls. As soon as a drink went down, their hands would wander—sliding under blouses to squeeze soft breasts, slipping beneath short skirts to finger wet pussies without a trace of hesitation. Even when a girl tried to pull away in protest, they kept going, shameless. One guy even pushed a girl’s panties aside, flipped up her skirt, and started fucking her right there in the room, yet he never once glanced at anyone else’s partner. His focus stayed locked on the woman beside him alone.
There were nights when the salon ran out of girls and had to pass one around among three men. The bosses would turn to me and say, “Why don’t you try it?” but I could never bring myself to do it. They called me naïve or innocent, but all I felt was revulsion at the thought of sliding my cock into a hole already filled with another man’s cum.
What struck me was their logic: why didn’t they go home? It was because their wives would be waiting there. Hearing that made me question marriage for a moment, but then I remembered—I was not one of them.
Instead, I began to fantasize about my wife Yeonju enjoying the same nightlife as those veterans, sharing her body with other men the way they did, and I wondered what it would feel like to watch her lose herself completely. The idea had been simmering inside me for a while now, but only now did I realize it had always been there, waiting for the right moment.
I wanted exactly what I had once agreed to: to watch her indulge in the same consensual deviance, and if I ever demanded it, to see her become the kind of fallen whore she used to be in those old condition-meeting videos. And if, in the end, I never found out about a new man, at least she would have to tell me herself. But for that to work, we needed constant mutual observation. And most of all, she had to still love me—no matter what happened, she had to come back to me every single time.
She was probably at the host club by now, I thought, and closed my eyes again. Since I knew nothing about the place, I started imagining her exactly as I wanted to.
《I imagined myself entering the host club with the vice president and the older veterans, waiting for the girls to arrive. The door slid open and the women entered… but it was my wife Yeonju who walked in among them, dressed like one of the hostesses.
She wore an ultra-short skirt that barely covered her hips and a deeply plunging one-piece dress that left more than half her breasts exposed, turning her into the exact kind of seductive hostess the men craved. The moment she spotted me, her eyes widened in surprise, but then the vice president called her name and she walked over to sit beside him without hesitation. His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her against his side.
A different hostess had already taken the seat next to me, but my entire focus was on my wife.
As minutes passed, Yeonju began to drink, and the vice president’s hands grew bolder, groping and squeezing her body. She eventually stopped resisting and started leaning into his touches. The other veterans’ hands were already under their girls’ blouses or sliding between their thighs, fingering them shamelessly.
The hostesses were playing reluctant to get bigger tips, but they let the men do whatever they wanted—and so did Yeonju.
The vice president slipped a wad of cash into her cleavage and slid his hand inside, pretending to adjust the money. Yeonju let out a playful protest, but her body arched into his grip. He took full advantage, mauling her large, soft breasts while she tried to hide her growing arousal with tiny, breathy moans.
I watched the way my wife’s body responded to another man’s hands and could no longer hold back. My own cock throbbed as I reached down to stroke it. When Yeonju glanced over and saw me pleasuring myself, the corner of her mouth curled into a wicked smile. She deliberately pressed herself closer to the vice president and let him kiss her deep and wet.
The vice president didn’t hold back. His tongue invaded her mouth, and Yeonju moaned around it like an AV actress, sliding her long tongue out to swirl and suck with obvious hunger.
His hands grew even more aggressive. While he kneaded her breasts, his other hand slipped under her skirt and pushed between her thighs. The moment her legs fell open, his fingers found her soaked panties and pushed inside.
“Ahhk~ Haaang~ Op-pa, you’re so naughty~”
“Spread your legs, you little slut. Your pussy juices are dripping everywhere…”
“Uhn~~”
She kissed him back, growing wetter by the second. When he finally pulled away, he grabbed her hair and shoved her head between his legs.
“Take it out and suck.”
He pulled out a condom and handed it to her with a command. Yeonju rolled her eyes at me, then unzipped him with eager hands. She pulled his thick, fully erect cock free and looked at it like a cute girl about to taste something new.
She stuck her tongue out playfully, licked the tip once, then opened wide and swallowed him in one smooth motion.
“Fuck it, you whore.”
But he tried to push deeper. Yeonju quickly took control, gripping the base and sliding his cock all the way into her throat until her lips touched his balls.
Gulp…
She bobbed her head, sucking loudly, then used her tongue to swirl and lap at every inch of his glistening shaft like a cat cleaning itself. The vice president threw his head back in ecstasy, unable to hide his pleasure.
Her eyes locked on mine, full of filthy lust, while her tongue worked his cock with perfect, worshipful strokes. I could take no more. I grabbed Yeonju’s hair and forced her to look at me as I stroked my own cock right in front of her.
We stared at each other while we both lost ourselves in ecstasy with our respective partners. A few moments later, Yeonju’s tongue scooped every drop of the vice president’s cum from her lips and swallowed it all, never leaving a single trace behind.》
Ding!
While I was still lost in the fantasy, furiously jerking my throbbing cock, my phone lit up again with a new notification.
I checked immediately and saw a string of photos from Minhee. The moment I opened them, my eyes seemed to suck inward, unable to look away.
In the images, my wife was sitting on the lap of a handsome young man who clearly played for the host club. His arm wrapped around her body, one hand covering half her breast while the other slid under her skirt and squeezed her ass.
Her skirt had slipped all the way down to just above her ass, and the thin fabric of her soaked panties was visible if she so much as shifted or if his fingers moved even slightly.
Yeonju had both arms around the young man’s neck as if posing for the camera, one corner of her mouth lifted in a playful, seductive smile.
《How is it? He took such a pretty pose when I asked him to—》
《She’s too beautiful. Is Yeonju playing just like before?》
《She used to be exactly like this. Wait…》
After a short delay, two more photos arrived. One showed Yeonju kissing the young man while her hand slipped inside his pants. The other was of Hyejeong, bent over with his cock in her mouth. These two women had changed absolutely nothing since their college days.
《What about you?》
《What? You want to see too? Hahaha sorry, but today I only want to play the perfect secretary~ ♡》
《This is so thoughtful. Next time you have to be even more energetic. Then I’ll ask for something thicker~♥》
《Neng~ I’ll wait happily, Master~♡》
I had no idea why Minhee was suddenly being so proactive. It had been a while since we met—since the army, in fact—and this was our first time having sex together. Maybe my desire had grown stronger after all these years? Either way, having her as my ally felt incredibly comforting.
My hand moved back toward my cock, but I stopped myself. It suddenly felt too precious to cum right now. I decided to wait until Minhee contacted me again. I turned on my computer and started playing a game instead.
An hour later, my phone stayed silent. While I was deep in the game, slaughtering enemies, my notifications started ringing nonstop.
I killed the game and opened the messages. Dozens of photos filled the screen. As I scrolled through them one by one, my heart began pounding again and blood rushed to my cock.
In the photos, Yeonju looked almost identical to the women I had imagined—Yeonju bent over, sucking the young man’s cock while he threw his head back in pleasure, exactly like the vice president in my fantasy.