My Wife Was Sucking (2)
The moment I saw the silhouette of my wife rising from the floor, I flinched instinctively, jerked my body sideways, and hid behind the door.
My heart pounded so violently I could hear it thundering against my ears.
As I pressed my back against the door, trying to steady my ragged breathing, a surge of self-loathing welled up inside me until my teeth ground together.
……Fuck. Why am I hiding?
It was my house.
My bedroom, my wife.
I should have kicked the door open without hesitation and seized those shameless bastards by the collar — yet my body had reacted before my mind, and the sight of myself cowering in the dark made me sick with misery.
Fuck…… Should I go in there right now and kill them all?
My clenched fists trembled with a rage that made my blood boil over.
The impulse to smash the bedroom door down and grind those faces into nothing consumed my entire body. But just before my reason finally exploded, Jisu's laughter drifted out from the bedroom and tethered my feet to the floor all over again.
"Hehehe, ahhah…… Sangjun, wait a second."
Jisu's honeyed, simpering laugh.
A laugh soaked in coquettish charm that I had never once heard in this house.
"Starve you for a whole week and suddenly you're all over me, huh? Haha."
A rough rustling filled the air — the harsh friction of clothes being hurriedly peeled off. The sound of Jisu's garments dropping one by one to the floor, thud, flump, dug into my eardrums with cruel precision.
Then came a low, moan-laced chuckle.
"Ohh…… surprised I'm not wearing panties? I've been like this since this morning, just for you…… Mm, ah…… good, gently. Like that…… mmm."
Along with Jisu's moans, a man's heavy, ragged breathing now filled the room.
Slick, shluuurp, smack……
Those sounds tore at my chest, ravaging my ears without mercy.
"Hoo hoo…… Noona told you not to bite, didn't she? Slowly…… ah, ahh, that's good. Just like that…… mmm. Our Sangjun really is a quick learner, aren't you, mmh."
The man answered not with words but by sucking harder, more furiously, as if to devour Jisu whole.
Slurp, shlop, muh…… The lewd, indirect sounds were so raw and vivid that I felt like I was truly losing my mind.
My head was a hair's breadth from detonating — rage and wretchedness and an unspeakable, grotesque arousal all churning together inside it.
In the end, unable to bear it, I slid my head back toward the gap in the door.
Through the narrow opening, the master bedroom bed came into full view.
Jisu's face, lying on the bed, was just barely hidden by the door — but the scene spread out below it was pure shock.
Jisu lay sprawled on her back across the bed, completely naked, without a stitch of clothing on her body. And above her, I could see the man's back as he loomed over her.
He had his head buried deep between her ample breasts, hands busily kneading and caressing them, while his right hand worked ruthlessly between Jisu's legs.
"Wow…… our Sangjun's already hard? Mmm……"
My wife's nasal, moaning voice reverberated through the bedroom.
"That's because you're…… so sexy, Noona…… mmh."
At the man's rough panting, Jisu burst into a silken laugh and fired back.
"Haah, ahh…… You're the one who's so good it makes me this way, hoo…… ah, that's it."
You're so good it turns me on?
The instant those words pierced my ears, I felt hot blood surge up from the very bottom of my chest, wave after choking wave.
You fucking bitch…… So that's why you treated me like that — because I was bad at it?
Memories I had long buried came swirling violently back through my skull.
"Ah, once a week is plenty, isn't it?" (Jisu)
"Come on…… we haven't in two weeks……" (Me)
"I'm exhausted raising the kid. Can't you read the room?" (Jisu)
Jisu, always tired, always drained from caring for Hayul, always rejecting my touch.
I remembered, vividly, the cold look in my wife's eyes as she brushed me off like an annoying fly — me, groveling and begging for intimacy like a man pleading for scraps. And on the rare occasions we did end up in bed together, Jisu always treated it like an obligatory defensive war, utterly bloodless.
"Ugh, that tickles. Just rub some lube on and put it in already." (Jisu)
"Are you close yet? How much longer?" (Jisu)
"……I just put it in." (Me)
There had been no sweet whispers between us — only a woman glancing at the clock, telling me to hurry up and finish.
And that same woman was now gasping for breath beneath a boy fresh out of his teens, her whole body writhing, moaning with a lewdness so raw, so obscene, I could barely recognize her as the Jisu I knew.
Wretchedness and fury churned together until it felt like the blood in my veins was burning.
I pressed myself flat against the doorframe of the master bedroom, terrified of being discovered. It was a sight I could hardly bear to witness — and yet my eyes, already stripped of reason, were locked on the gap in the door.
The blurred silhouette of their lower bodies moving in violent entanglement drifted into my vision, and the sounds of the room burrowed into my ears with even greater clarity.
"Ah…… I'm going crazy, I want it so bad……"
Jisu's voice had abandoned reason long ago. With her arms wrapped around the man's neck, her hips bucking as if she were dying of want, her moans flew through the gap in the door and lodged themselves in the living room beyond.
"Put it in already, Sangjun…… mmh, hurry……♡"
With a dull, fleshy friction of skin meeting skin, the two finally joined, and their ragged breathing swallowed the bedroom whole.
"Ah……! Mmnh, it's…… so good……♡"
A shrill, scream-like moan tore from Jisu's lips — a raw, unfiltered sound of a woman drowning in the pleasure of the moment of penetration.
"Noona…… does it feel that good? Hah."
"Mmm……♡ I've wanted this inside me for a whole week…… I thought I was losing my mind, haah……"
"Me too, Noona…… haah, I'm really going insane."
With the creak of the bed frame, the man's ferocious rhythm began.
Listening to that explicit exchange in real time from outside the door, I clenched my fists so tightly the blood stopped flowing through them.
That fucking bitch…… Five days ago, and just yesterday evening, she said she was too tired — said no when I asked……
To me, she had been the most impenetrable fortress in the world. I had honestly believed she was simply indifferent to sex itself — that she had some kind of aversion to it. And yet here she was, trembling all over, clinging to another man's young body with an obscenity I couldn't believe.
A rage that boiled my blood upside-down seized my entire body. But strangely, through the cracks of that betrayal, an overwhelming, nameless excitement began to swell.
My wife's face, completely wrecked in a way I had never once seen — her obscene, shameless cries shrieked out in time with the man's thrusts — paralyzed my eyes and ears, and made me throb hard down below.
A twisted cocktail of fury and sexual arousal burned my mind blank white.
I had to pull myself together.
With trembling fingers, I drew my smartphone from my pocket and unlocked it. Then I opened the video camera app.
When I pressed the red record button, a faint beep sounded — but it was swallowed whole by the muffled lo-fi music humming through the room and the violent slap of flesh against flesh.
Holding my breath, I eased the phone's lens through the slightly parted gap in the door.
On the screen, the two of them began their fevered lovemaking, captured in full.
"Ah! Mmnh, aahh……! You're so deep, Sangjun…… it feels so good, mmh!"
The man gripped Jisu's slender waist and pounded into her without restraint, while Jisu clutched the headboard, throwing her head back with every thrust, shuddering with delight. Each time the man snapped his hips upward, her full breasts swung violently, and from between my wife's lips poured an unending stream of drool-laced, obscene moans.
"Haah…… Noona, you're driving me crazy. Why are you gripping me so tight inside?"
"Ah, ah! Haahn! Because you're…… hah, thrusting in so hard…… ah, ah!"
Watching my wife's naked degradation through that screen, my own breathing grew ragged. The trembling in my hands — born of rage — had now transformed into an uncontrollable fever.
Staring through the lens, obsessively, at the sight of my wife riding the crest of pleasure while another man ravaged her on my bed, in my house, I clutched my pounding heart and surrendered myself completely to their coupling.
The heat inside the master bedroom was already climbing toward its peak.
The percussive crack of skin striking skin rolled from the bedroom into the living room. Jisu clung to the man's neck as if she would crush it, shrieking her Ecstasy-cry with eyes rolled completely white. The muscles of the man's back hardened like stone as his breathing broke apart — his movements grew visibly taut, as though his release had swelled all the way up to his sternum.
"Noona…… ah, hah……! I'm really about to come!"
As the man squeezed out his last shred of reason and tried to pull his hips back, Jisu frantically intercepted his pelvis, locking her legs hard around his waist.
And then she spat out a line so obscene I doubted my own ears.
"Don't…… don't pull out……! Just come inside me, Sangjun. Mmh…… fill me up all the way inside……♡"
Come inside?
No condom — just come inside her?
The hand holding my camera began to tremble visibly.
Black fury exploded inside my chest like a volcano. Whenever we had sex, Jisu would throw a hysterical fit at the mere possibility of a single drop of my semen touching her — I was always forced to wear a condom, or failing that, to pull out and finish far away from her.
The woman who had treated my semen like filth, whining that cleanup was a hassle, was now begging to take a stranger's raw seed deep into her innermost depths.
Rage and a grotesque sexual excitement tangled together until it felt like my skull would split open.
"Ah……! Noona, then I'm really coming inside……! Ugh, ahh!"
The man seized Jisu's waist hard enough to bruise and drove in one final, deepest thrust — and at the same instant, his spine locked rigid as a drawn bow as he began spilling his hot mark into her innermost core.
"Aaahhhn! Haahn!"
Jisu raked her nails down the man's back, letting loose a shattering scream. As if every last spurt of his release was being delivered straight to the depths of her womb, she quivered from head to toe, clamping down on his waist and refusing to let go.
For a long while, nothing filled the room but their ragged panting and the low pulse of the music.