The Wife's Boyfriend and the Secret Deal - Part 1
“Hello? Minhee?”
『Yeah, what’s up? Midday already?』
“We weren’t supposed to be calling during the day, were we? Hehe~”
『Oh~ Wasn’t that the case? Hahaha~ But seriously, what’s the sudden call?』
“Yeah, actually I need a favor from you. You see, last time we went to the host bar, you remember Yeonju’s partner?”
『Of course I remember.』
“You still have her contact?”
『Yeah, I’ve got it. Why?』
“It’s nothing big. I want to meet that friend of yours, but I need you to set it up.”
『Huh? You? Why? What’s this about?』
“Yeonju seems to be having an affair with that friend.”
『Ahaha~ So that’s why you’re going to grab her by the collar?』
“Hehe~ Grab her by the collar? No, I just wanted to have a chat.”
『Pffft~ What kind of conversation are you planning? The husband of the cheating wife comes to the boyfriend of the cheating wife~ Okay, I can do that much. When’s a good time?』
“Whenever you’re free. Just keep it a secret from Yeonju. And make sure you tell him the same thing.”
『Got it. Then I’ll let you know.』
“Thanks.”
I hung up with Minhee.
I was sitting in a quiet love hotel in the suburbs. Just minutes earlier, Yeonju and her host-bar boyfriend had entered together, arms wrapped affectionately. They’d gone out for a nice dinner after leaving the café and driven straight here.
It had been over thirty minutes since Yeonju disappeared into the motel with the other man. At this point they were probably lying on the wide bed in the love hotel, bodies burning together. But right now, instead of jealousy or anger, what tormented me was the boiling curiosity and excitement.
How was my wife holding herself in that intimate moment with the younger man? Legs spread wide, bottomed out beneath him, taking every thrust while stifling moans? Or perhaps like a heat-maddened bitch, face down with her big white peach of an ass presented high? Or maybe she was riding him, heavy D-cup breasts bouncing, swallowing his erection with that huge ass?
Thinking of my wife giving herself to another man behind the wall I couldn’t see, the urge to watch it myself hit me hard.
Imagining my wife being roughly trained in bed by some other man, and then my young lover savoring and teasing her however he pleased—waves of insane arousal were already crashing through my chest.
That’s why I’d decided to move up my original plan and called Minhee. I was sorry to leave early today, but after one last glance at the love hotel where Yeonju and her boyfriend waited, I drove home.
Two days later, Minhee contacted me sooner than expected. She said she’d set up a meeting between me and the friend. I agreed to the time, but I wondered if he’d be okay with meeting the husband of a married woman he was sleeping with. For a guy who’d already betrayed his wife, arranging that wasn’t simple.
According to Minhee, she’d casually mentioned me to the friend. The young guy, even though he ran a host bar and had seen every kind of person, suddenly showed real interest when she talked about my tastes.
It might have been for the best. If he already knew some of my cuckold preferences, we could skip the small talk.
We chose a quiet café on the outskirts where almost no one would be around. I arrived early to wait for Minhee and the host-bar friend. A moment later they walked in together.
The moment Minhee saw me she waved first, and the two of them sat down on either side of me. We ordered simple coffee and Minhee introduced us.
“Meet him. This is Kim Jihun, twenty-two years old. And this is Park Taemin—my friend and Hwang Yeonju’s husband.”
When Minhee introduced me to Jihun as Yeonju’s husband, something strange happened at the tip of my cock. It flickered to life like a bulb, then went dark again.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Park Taemin.”
“Ah, yes… I’m Kim Jihun.”
He seemed too polite. From the way he’d picked up Yeonju and the rough, filthy talk they’d shared, I’d expected a more brazen man. But he was strangely reserved.
Still, we had to talk about something important, so before I got to the point I relaxed him with casual conversation. After a while Jihun opened up about his life in the host bar and the atmosphere grew smoother. Then I finally brought up my wife.
“By the way, Jihun, what do you think of our wife? I heard she likes you a lot. She goes to your bar to blow off steam a lot, right?”
His reaction to the sudden question was startled. He glanced at Minhee once, then relaxed when she gave him a reassuring smile and a little nod.
“Honestly, brother, your wife is super attractive. She plays hard and has a fiery personality. I’ve slept with all kinds of women in this job, but nothing compares to noona. She’s the best.”
It wasn’t unpleasant hearing my wife praised.
“I’m curious—what exactly is so good about her? Tell me.”
“Well, first, her style is killer. Her fashion sense is sharp and she knows exactly how to wear things so that…”
“Wait, sorry—let me interrupt. I want the raw version, not the surface talk.”
“Raw, huh…”
Jihun suddenly leaned back and adjusted his posture, suddenly arrogant.
“She’s beautiful. Cute face, perfect bagel-girl body, and a narrow waist with wide hips. Perfect in every way. Straight-up sexy. When you see a body like that, it’s only natural that you get hard.”
“So you’re saying my wife is just pretty and that’s why you like her?”
“Yeah~ There’s more to it.”
“I’m fine. Just tell me.”
Jihun glanced at Minhee again. She gave him a tiny wink, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
“If you really want to know, I’ll be honest. I’ve never met a woman as good as noona.”
“Good in what way?”
“Sex. My real preference is older married women. But noona is ten years older than me, yet her face is like a fresh-faced freshman and her pussy is fucking huge. From the first time I saw her I wanted to fuck her. Plus my thing is a little big and it went in all the way on the first try. And she squeezes so tight—god, I couldn’t stop. Her moans are porn-star level, her pussy is massive and never loosens, the way she sucks is incredible, and her erogenous zones are perfect. Every time I thrust she’d whimper so cutely. Honestly, I’ve been with a lot of women, but wanting her this badly the first time? That’s never happened before.”
As he spoke, Jihun casually wrapped one arm around Minhee’s shoulder on the seat beside him, pressing his fingers into her side breast. Minhee slipped her hand under the table and stroked his inner thigh while giving me a lewd smile.
“So you’ve been seeing her all this time?”
His expression showed surprise at my question. He looked a little flustered. It seemed he hadn’t realized I knew they were still seeing each other.
“Ah, don’t worry. I’m not going to blame either of you. I just want to know exactly what kind of relationship you two have. So tell me—right now, what are you to my wife?”
“Boyfriend. You know, an older-lower couple thing?”
“Really? So you plan to keep meeting? Or do you think about taking it deeper…?”
“Hahaha~ I’m not thinking that far ahead. I just want to enjoy her as long as I can.”
“Oh? If you want to enjoy her, how far are you willing to go?”
“Yeah~ Even if this sounds weird, I heard your preference is netorare. Is that right?”
I nodded instead of answering.
“Then I’ll be straight with you. At first I thought we’d just be good fuck buddies since we click so well. But the more we meet, the greedier I get. Now I have other ideas.”
“Oh? Other ideas? Like divorce her and take her as your own?”
Minhee asked instead of me.
“Pffft~ What are you talking about? Why would I keep her? I just want her as my personal pussy sleeve. I’ll train her like an in-heat bitch slave, fuck her senseless until her pussy breaks, then throw her away when I get bored.”
“In-heat bitch slave, huh…”
Jihun said it without hesitation. Hearing him casually describe turning my wife into his personal cum-dump and then his bitch slave made me feel a strange thrill from deep in my chest. Even the part about throwing her away when her pussy broke was nothing compared to that rush.
Then—
The coffee cup clinked as I set it down.
“So you think you can turn my wife into your in-heat bitch slave whenever you want?”
Jihun gave me a full-of-confidence smile.
“Of course. I’ve seduced plenty of women. Especially married ones—they’re all in the palm of my hand. Married newlyweds, married women whose husbands are in the army, married women who cheat with guys their husband’s age—I’ve had them all.”
As a young, handsome host who’d been with countless women, his confidence was overflowing.
“Then let’s make a bet. If I really can turn your wife into my in-heat bitch slave…”
Jihun looked genuinely interested in the bet.
“Really? You won’t interfere halfway through?”
“No, I won’t touch your relationship at all. But there’s one condition.”
“A condition?”
“From now on, whenever Jihun sees my wife, I want you to tell me everything he does to her.”
My condition was simple. He had to report every detail of how he was turning Yeonju into his bitch slave.
First, a rough description of their dates, including her reactions.
Second, the actual thing: he had to show me the sex. Photos and simple explanations would do for urgent situations, but for anything important or special, he had to record it with video so I could watch.
In short, if my wife became Jihun’s bitch slave, he had to show me the entire process without missing a single detail.
“Hahaha~ Good. I’m going to train brother’s wife into my bitch slave, so I can do that much.”
Jihun happily accepted my condition.
But there was one more.
“But I have one condition of my own. May I say it?”
A condition? Beyond wanting my wife, he wanted something else?
“Go ahead.”
I was curious what it was. What he said surprised me.
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Park Taemin vs. Kim Jihun: Can the host turn the wife into a bitch slave?