My Wife Was Sucking...(2)
The moment I caught the silhouette of my wife rising from the floor, instinct took over. I flinched hard and scrambled sideways, pressing myself flat behind the door.
My heart hammered so violently I could hear it thudding against my eardrums.
I leaned my back against the door and tried to steady my ragged breathing, only for a crushing wave of self-loathing to slam into me. My teeth ground together.
……Fuck. Why the hell am I hiding?
This was my house.
My bedroom. My wife.
The right thing was to kick the door open and drag those shameless bastards out by the scruff of their necks. Instead my body had moved on its own and stuffed me into the shadows. The wretchedness of it made me sick.
Fuck…… Should I just go in right now and kill them both?
Rage surged so hard it felt like my blood was reversing direction. My clenched fists trembled.
Every cell in my body screamed to smash through the master bedroom door and pulp their faces. But right before my reason detonated, Jisu’s laughter from inside the room froze my feet in place again.
“Kyarruk, haha…… Sang-jun-ah, wait a second.”
That coquettish, honeyed laugh.
I had never once heard that sound from her in this house. It dripped with pure, deliberate seduction.
“I starved you for a whole week, so you’re extra aggressive today, huh? Haha.”
The harsh rustle of clothes being yanked off filled the air. Fabric hit the floor with soft, merciless little thuds that drilled straight into my eardrums.
Then came Jisu’s low, moan-laced chuckle.
“Heh…… Surprised I’m not wearing panties? I’ve been like this since morning just for you…… Eut, ah…… Yeah, gently. Ah, like that…… Mmmn.”
Her moans mixed with the wet, hungry sounds of a man sucking hard.
Slurp, shluuup, chwap…….
Those noises shredded my chest and ravaged my ears without mercy.
“Huhu…… Nuna told you not to bite, didn’t she? Slow…… Ah, ahh, that’s good. Like that…… Eut. Our Sang-jun really does learn fast, haang.”
The man answered by burying his face deeper and sucking even more fiercely, as if he meant to devour her whole.
Sschlup, shluup, uup……. The filthy, unfiltered wet sounds made me feel like I was losing my mind.
Rage, humiliation, and some unnameable, grotesque excitement churned together until my skull felt ready to split.
I couldn’t hold back. I carefully edged my head toward the gap in the door again.
Through the narrow opening the bed came into clear view.
Jisu’s face was just barely hidden by the doorframe, but everything below it was pure shock.
She lay completely naked on the bed, not a single thread on her body, legs spread wide. The man’s back loomed over her.
His head was buried deep against her full breasts, working greedily, while his right hand busily violated her between the legs.
“Wow…… Our Sang-jun is already hard? Hmmn…….”
My wife’s nasal, coquettish moan filled the bedroom.
“Because nuna is…… too fucking sexy…… Heut.”
Jisu answered with a throaty, flirtatious laugh.
“Haat, ahh…… You make me this sexy because you’re good at it, huu…… Ah, yes.”
‘You make me sexy because you’re good’?
The second those words stabbed into my ears, hot black blood seemed to surge up from the pit of my chest.
Fucking bitch…… So what, you treated me like trash because I wasn’t good enough?
Suppressed memories roared up and spun violently through my head.
“Ah, once a week is already a lot.” (Jisu)
“No…… We only do it once every two weeks……” (Me)
“I’m raising a kid, I’m tired too. Can’t you take a hint, oppa?” (Jisu)
Always “tired,” always “exhausted from the kid,” always pushing my hands away. That cold look she gave me whenever I begged for sex like a pathetic fly still burned behind my eyes.
Even on the rare nights she finally lay down, she treated it like an Obligatory Defense Battle—dry, mechanical, lifeless.
“Ah, that tickles. Just put some lube on and stick it in already.” (Jisu)
“Oppa, are you still not done? When is this over?” (Jisu)
“……I just put it in.” (Me)
No dirty talk. No heat. Just a woman glancing at the clock and telling me to finish already.
And now that same woman was thrashing under a guy young enough to be her junior, gasping and twisting like an animal in heat.
Her voice was so lewd and raw I barely recognized it as Jisu’s.
Misery and fury mixed until every drop of blood in my body felt like it was boiling away.
I pressed myself tighter against the doorframe so they wouldn’t notice me.
It was a sight no husband should ever watch, yet my shattered reason kept my eyes locked on the crack.
Blurred silhouettes of their violently moving lower halves flickered into view, while the sounds from the room grew even more explicit and drilled into my ears.
“Ah…… I want it so bad I’m going crazy…….”
Jisu’s voice had long since lost every trace of reason.
Arms locked around the man’s neck, she rolled her hips desperately, moans spilling out so loud they flew past the door and stabbed into the living room.
“Put it in already, Sang-jun-ah…… Hmmn, hurry……♡”
Dull flesh slapped against flesh. Then their harsh breathing flooded the bedroom as their bodies finally joined.
“Ah……! Eut, as expected…… It feels too good……♡”
A sharp, almost screaming moan ripped from Jisu’s throat—raw, unfiltered ecstasy at the moment of penetration.
“Nuna…… Does it feel that good? Heut.”
“Mmnn……♡ I’ve been dying to have this inside me for a whole week…… I thought I’d go insane, haa…….”
“Nuna, me too…… Haa, I’m really going crazy.”
The bed began to creak as the man’s thrusts turned brutal.
Listening to that filthy exchange in real time from just outside the door, I clenched my fists so hard the blood drained from them.
Fucking bitch…… Five days ago, and even last night when I asked, you said you were tired and didn’t want it…….
To me she had been the most impregnable fortress in the world.
I had half-believed she was simply asexual, maybe even disgusted by sex itself. Yet under this young bastard she was trembling all over, clinging and moaning like a complete whore. I still couldn’t process it.
Rage that made my blood reverse course seized my entire body.
But strangely, through the cracks of that betrayal, an enormous, unidentifiable excitement began to surge up.
The completely wrecked face I had never been allowed to see, the filthy way she screamed in time with another man’s thrusts—those sights and sounds paralyzed my senses and made me rock-hard.
Anger and lust fused into a monstrous feeling that burned my mind white.
I had to stay lucid.
With trembling fingers I pulled out my phone, unlocked it, and opened the camera app.
The tiny red record button gave a soft beep when I pressed it, but the hip lo-fi music thumping inside the room and the savage slap of skin completely swallowed the sound.
Holding my breath, I slipped the phone’s lens into the narrow gap of the door.
The screen immediately filled with their frantic fucking.
“Ah! Eut, out……! Too deep, Sang-jun-ah…… It feels too good, hmmn!”
The man gripped her slim waist hard and pounded without mercy. Jisu clutched the headboard, head thrown back, completely broken by his rhythm.
Every time his hips slammed up, her full breasts bounced wildly. Filthy, spit-laced moans poured endlessly from her lips.
“Haa…… Nuna, I’m seriously losing it. Why is it gripping me so tight inside?”
“Ah, aht! Haang! Because you’re…… Heut, slamming in so hard…… Ah, ah!”
Watching my wife’s raw degradation through the screen, my own breathing grew ragged.
The trembling that had begun as rage had already transformed into uncontrollable arousal.
I stared obsessively through the lens at my wife being ruined on my bed, in my house, by another man, while I clutched my exploding heart and lost myself completely in their sex.
The heat inside the master bedroom was racing toward its peak.
The wet, explosive sound of flesh colliding carried all the way out into the living room.
Jisu clung to the man’s neck hard enough to choke him, eyes rolled back, screaming in pure ecstasy.
His back muscles locked solid as he gasped; the urge to come had clearly climbed all the way to his solar plexus. His thrusts turned visibly strained.
“Nuna…… Ah, heut……! I’m really about to come!”
When he tried to pull out with the last scrap of reason left, Jisu urgently seized his hips and locked her legs tightly around his waist.
Then she spoke the filthiest line I could never have imagined coming from her mouth.
“No…… Don’t pull out……! Just come inside, Sang-jun-ah. Hmmn…… Fill me up deep……♡”
Come inside?
No condom, raw, straight into her?
The hand holding the camera shook so hard it was obvious.
Black rage erupted from my chest like a volcano.
Whenever we had sex she would throw a fit if even a drop of semen touched her—demanding condoms every single time, or if not, insisting I pull out completely. She treated my cum like filth because “cleanup was annoying.”
And now that same woman was begging this young bastard to dump his raw load into the deepest part of her body.
Rage and grotesque sexual excitement mixed until my skull felt ready to explode.
“Ah……! Nuna, then I’m really coming inside……! Uwaaah!”
He crushed her waist in his hands and buried himself to the root. His spine arched like a drawn bow as he began pouring his hot seed deep inside her.
“Aaaahng! Haang!”
Jisu raked her nails down his back and screamed, completely unhinged.
As if she could feel every spurt hitting the entrance of her womb, her whole body shuddered finely while her legs locked even tighter around him, refusing to let go.
For a long while only their ragged breathing and the music filled the room.