Wife at the Massage Parlor (2)
“My, you have such a beautiful body, ma’am.”
I heard the manager’s voice from earlier. She must have been the one who’d come in as a second masseuse.
“Y-yes...”
Even if it came from another woman, praise still felt nice.
At the same time, though, it was a little embarrassing to be talking about my body while I was lying there naked, with everything exposed.
“Ma’am, because of my job I get to see a lot of clients’ bodies, and I honestly think yours would rank in the top one percent. A lot of models come here too, but I’ve never seen anyone with lines as beautiful as yours. You must get handed business cards all the time when you’re out on the street.”
“Ah... yes... a few times...”
“Right?”
It was true.
Back in high school and college, So-hee had been given business cards a few times by people claiming to be entertainment agencies. But she had never once been interested in that world, and because she didn’t think she had the temperament for it anyway, she had never seriously considered the entertainment industry.
“I figured as much. Your chest hasn’t sagged at all, and you don’t have a speck of extra flesh on your waist or stomach. We’re both women, but I’m honestly jealous. I thought your older sister was gorgeous, but you’re the real deal.”
“Thank you...”
The compliments felt good, but hearing them while someone was touching her breasts made her feel awkward, no matter how much of her face they covered.
“At first it can feel a little embarrassing, but a lot of people come just for breast massages. They say it feels great. Just relax and let your body go limp.”
It was embarrassing, yes, but the cool relief spreading through her chest, along with the faint touches brushing over her nipples, left her feeling oddly stirred. It didn’t feel bad at all.
No, “didn’t feel bad” wasn’t quite right. It was closer to pleasure.
The expert hands moved over her without the slightest hesitation, and she began telling herself that this woman was just a doctor and she was only a patient, letting herself enjoy the pleasure that washed through her body.
She could feel her legs parting on their own, and even though she knew a towel was still draped over her stomach and lower half, the fact that she was otherwise bare made her less self-conscious. One hand kept kneading her breasts while another massaged down along her legs.
When they spread her legs into a diamond shape and pressed and stroked along her thighs, the cool relief and the strange sensation spreading from below made So-hee gradually lose track of herself.
With one hand touching her nipples and another brushing right up to the side of her petals, the tingling sensation was so peculiar that she could do nothing but surrender her body and stop thinking altogether.
Before she knew it, her lips had parted slightly, and a soft “Ah—” slipped out. It was such a tiny sound that she felt mortified, wondering whether anyone had heard it, but their hands never hesitated for a second. If anything, they grew bolder, massaging her breasts and thighs more freely than before.
So-hee had no idea how many minutes passed as she slowly soaked in the pleasure from her body, but when their massage finally ended, an involuntary sigh of disappointment escaped her.
Feeling oddly let down, she came back from the shower and sat resting in the waiting room. Not long after, her older sister came in and said,
“So? How was it? Feels different from before, doesn’t it?”
“It’s a little embarrassing, but like you said, it did feel good.”
“I haven’t had a proper loosening-up like that in a while either, so I feel refreshed.”
“I noticed the manager came in today. Even though she’s a woman too, it was a little awkward having her do the breast massage.”
“I specifically asked her to. Isn’t it relieving?”
“It is relieving, but it still felt a little weird.”
“The manager is a real expert. People line up just to get treated by her separately. She had time today, so she did yours. From next time on, another staff member will come in. And yeah, it’s a little embarrassing at first, but once you get used to it, it feels good and kind of... exciting. Anyway, keep at it regularly. Your breasts might even get bigger.”
“Seriously, unnie, stop! You’re such a pervert...”
“That’s how you keep Woo-min oppa interested. What if you get older and your breasts start to sag, and he wanders off because he doesn’t like you anymore?”
“Oh, come on. Oppa would never do that...”
“You don’t know that. This sister of yours works hard to stay attractive for your brother-in-law too, you know. Take care of yourself while you’re still a little young. And the sexual sensation you get from massages like this helps too, so trust your sister and take it all in.”
She had always made dirty jokes like it was nothing, and before she got married she’d even shown So-hee porn she’d gotten from somewhere, so So-hee just brushed it off and didn’t think much of it.
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“Hey, over here.”
It was already past nine on a weekday, but when I entered the bar at the summons of my older brother-in-law, Jae-shik, I saw him standing up from a corner table, waving me over.
“How’ve you been lately?”
“Nothing special, really.”
“Is that so? Jin-hee says you’re starting sensual massages this week. Is it the same as usual?”
“Yes.”
Back when I’d been drunk and told my brother-in-law I wanted to see So-hee getting fucked by other men, I hadn’t remembered it clearly.
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I was at Jae-shik and Jin-hee’s house, my head swimming with a hangover. As time passed, though, the events of the night before came back to me.
I was embarrassed, but I also felt strangely relieved.
While watching porn involving wives, I’d started to wonder what my own preferences actually were.
Was I simply hoping my wife would become more active in bed? Or, as the porn suggested, was I into netorare, or maybe netorase? I couldn’t tell which one was truly mine.
The part where my wife was corrupted by another man was so stimulating, so electrifying, but the idea of having her taken away from me was something I could never accept.
I thought about it alone, turning the possibilities over and over in my head.
Honestly, I did want to see my wife having sex with other people. But she had to never leave me.
She could get aroused by another man, even reach orgasm, but her love for me would remain unchanged, and she would never walk away from me.
That was my most important premise.
It was a contradictory thought.
She’d be physically involved with someone other than me, and yet she’d still have to love me exactly the same way—that was the kind of thing that only seemed possible in fantasy. If it actually happened in real life, wouldn’t it only be natural for her to fall for that man and leave me behind?
And on top of that, what I truly wanted to see, in the rawest corner of my desire, was my wife being gangbanged by several men, her body covered in semen, more semen spilling from her pussy as she trembled in the grip of climax she couldn’t escape from.
I wanted to see that kind of wrecked, disheveled wife.
But I’d always thought that was only something that could exist in my imagination.
There were more porn videos like that than I’d expected.
So whenever I watched them, I would always substitute my wife for the actress and get myself off that way.
My desire wanted one thing, but my reason never showed it to the outside world.
Even though my wife wouldn’t so much as do the tiny things I saw in porn during sex with me, the gap between her and the images in my head was so huge that I’d never even dared to think about trying anything.
Then I heard my brother-in-law talking about the sex life he shared with his wife, and it occurred to me that maybe the kind of thing I imagined might actually be possible.
The next day, over hangover soup with Jae-shik, he said to me,
“That must’ve been rough.”
Those few words felt like a true salvation to me.
For some reason, hearing them made me feel like crying, but I forced myself to hold it in.
“I know you’ve had a hard time, but I’m sure So-hee’s also become very conservative because of what happened before. To me, she’s family, and you’re family too, so let’s take things one step at a time. My wife and I will help you.”
“What?”
“I don’t know whether we can sort everything out perfectly, but So-hee is the younger sister of the woman I love. If we try to change her too fast, there’ll definitely be problems. Jin-hee goes to a massage parlor sometimes. Let’s start by getting her to go there with us. They do everything there, from ordinary massage to sensual massage to illegal services.”
“Illegal?”
“Rich married women go there to relieve their desires by getting massaged by young male therapists and, well, a little more than that. You’ve seen porn like that at least once or twice, haven’t you?”
“Ah... yes.”
I had seen porn like that.
A woman gets massaged by a male therapist, gets aroused, and then they end up having sex...
I’d only ever seen it in Japanese porn, so it had never occurred to me that something like that might exist in Korea too.
“Japan or Korea, people are the same wherever you go. It’s just that Korea’s a little more conservative than Japan, so they operate on the down low. People who know know. There are quite a few places for men only, but not many for women.”
“Ah... I see... but, uh... you too, uncle...”
“Heh-heh-heh. I’m a regular. The girls working there are young, so they’ve got good strength. Of course, I don’t judge by strength alone, but even food gets boring if you only eat one dish.”
I wondered if this was really the same brother-in-law and sister-in-law I knew.
Especially Jin-hee—since I’d known her since my college days, the gap felt even stranger.
“I told you yesterday, didn’t I? We’re free... but our trust and love for each other are rock solid. You need confidence to do this kind of thing. You’ve got to be sure of yourself. Isn’t this what you wanted too? Or are you fine with So-hee being taken by someone else?”