My Wife Was Sucking...(3)
The sounds of their passionate coupling had barely faded when Jisu’s ragged breathing drifted out from the master bedroom.
Then came a voice I had never once heard directed at me — high and nasal, laced with coquettish sweetness.
“Sang-jun-ah, why’s your body so hot? You’re all sticky with sweat, hehe. Want Nuna’s boy to wash up first?”
It was a cloying, nasal aegyo-laden tone I had never heard inside our home. Goosebumps rose along my skin at the sound of my wife openly batting her eyes and playing the coquette for that young man.
“No, Nuna. You go first. You look like you need it more, heh.”
“Hmm? Well… then let’s wash together, hehe. Nuna’ll scrub your back nice and clean. Come on, get up, yeah?”
Jisu clung to the man’s waist, writhing with deliberate allure as she led him toward the bathroom.
Click — the bathroom door shut, and a moment later the shower roared to life.
…Now.
Holding my breath, I eased the slightly ajar bedroom door open and stepped inside.
The room still held the heat the two of them had just generated, thick with a raw, sticky musk.
On the floor lay the discarded husks of Jisu’s dress and cardigan, tangled with the man’s clothes in a shameless mess.
My heart hammered as if it would burst at the sight of that raw chaos. Even as rage sent blood roaring in my ears, the unreal fact of catching my wife’s affair right before my eyes made my cock swell hard enough to ache.
As if entranced, I picked up the black bra that had fallen to the floor.
The scrap of lace still held a faint warmth that felt like her body heat. I pressed it slowly against my cheek.
It was the same underwear I saw in the laundry basket every day, yet in this moment it felt like handling some strange woman’s most private thing — a maddening jolt of stimulation.
Fucking bitch… how wet must she have gotten, stripping this off in front of that bastard.
Reason gone, I frantically pawed through the scattered clothes, hunting for Jisu’s panties. I wanted to see with my own eyes how much slick she had poured out while sucking him off in a frenzy.
I was imagining those panties soaked through when her earlier words suddenly slammed back into me.
“Surprised I went no-panties? I’ve been like this since morning… just for you.”
Of course there were none.
The sheer boldness of my wife greeting another man bare underneath sent a chill through me even as a sharp, filthy thrill climbed my spine and made my crotch twitch.
Then my eyes found the center of the rumpled bedsheets.
Right where Jisu’s ass had been pressed into the ruined bedding was a vivid stain — cloudy white fluid that had clearly leaked from deep inside her after their violent coupling, spreading wet through the fabric. The raw mark of her organic juices mixed with that bastard’s cum soaking the fibers made every cell in my body seize up.
Emotions swirled to the point of madness.
A grotesque urge rose to stretch out a finger, touch that sticky residue, even smell it — but the last shred of reason stopped me short of putting my hand on my own wife’s infidelity.
In the end my hand only trembled in the air before I clenched it into a fist and forced myself to stop.
In that exact instant the roaring shower cut off. The voices beyond the door fell silent too.
…Already done washing?
Reality crashed back; my heart dropped. The instinctive urge to flee the room and get outside the front door before I was caught seized me hard.
I was turning to run when, through the closed bathroom door, that wet frictional sound started up again.
*Slurp… mmph… suck…*
The lewd sucking noises resumed, and Jisu’s languid, seductive voice leaked through the door.
“Wow… youth really is something, hehe. Hard again already? Sang-jun-ah… haah… slurp, suuuck.”
*Slurp… smack… suck…*
The bathroom’s natural echo made my wife’s blatant mouth-work ring out thick and wet. Just from the sound I could see clear as day how eagerly she was bobbing her head in there.
“Haah… nngh, Nuna… I’m really gonna lose it…”
The one called Sang-jun was panting like a man on the edge of breaking. Jisu’s devoted hands and mouth clearly had him completely undone.
Then, at the peak, a lightning-bolt word fell from his lips.
“Haah, haah… Ha-yul’s mom… it feels so fucking good…”
Ha-yul’s mother.
Hearing my daughter’s name in that green kid’s mouth — inside the bathroom where my wife was sucking his cock — made my mind flash pure white.
Rage crushed my chest, yet at the same time the perverse knowledge that the ordinary housewife and mother I knew had thoroughly degraded herself into this younger man’s sex toy in this room numbed every nerve. A bizarre excitement so sharp it made my brain tingle swelled my crotch to the point of bursting.
In that moment Jisu pulled off and snapped at him, sharp and playful.
“You again!! Call me that one more time and I’m really stopping! Hehe.”
There was teasing in it, but she was clearly drawing a line.
Inside, the man flustered and grew desperate.
“Ah! N-Nuna, I’m sorry It just slipped out from habit… I was wrong, Nuna. Please let it go just this once, yeah?”
When he begged like that, Jisu pretended she couldn’t resist and took him back into her mouth, the wet sounds resuming.
*Suck… suuuck…*
A little later his breathing turned ragged as climax neared, and another mindless shout burst out of him.
“Ah, Nuna…! Ha-yul’s mo—!”
“Mmph…! That’s it for real. Punishment!!”
Finally losing patience, Jisu pulled off with a decisive wet pop. The penalty for ignoring her warning.
“Ah… Nuna, please… I’m right on the edge… just a little more, yeah?”
The man’s voice was thick with frustration.
Jisu only laughed, mean and firm, refusing to indulge him any further; I heard the shower start again as she rinsed herself off.
…It’s really over.
Listening to his whining and the water, my mind snapped clear. Finishing meant the two of them would open that bathroom door any second.
The brain that had been frozen in unreal arousal screamed alarm. If I didn’t leave the master bedroom now I would be caught red-handed.
I looked down in a panic. My crotch was still swollen hard and angry, but escape came first.
Silencing every footstep, I slipped past the living room corner and moved swiftly toward the front door. My heart hammered as if it would leap out of my throat.
With trembling hands I carefully worked the digital lock and eased the door open.
Click.
I stepped into the hallway on that faint sound, letting the low music still playing inside the apartment spill out behind me, and exhaled a shuddering breath.
The heavy phone in my pocket was proof of my wife’s complete fall.
As I walked down the apartment complex path, the sharp afternoon sun felt like it was mocking my situation; a hollow laugh escaped me.
Why… do I have to run from my own house?
Rage and regret flooded in late; my fists shook. I should have kicked the door in, grabbed that green bastard by the collar, and flipped the whole scene over.
Yet beneath that rational fury, the lewd expressions and voice of my wife refused to leave my mind, still making me ache below.
Not the chaste wife I thought I knew, but that stranger panting like another man’s toy. The sheer fact of witnessing that extreme scene ground my teeth with misery while simultaneously flooding me with a grotesque excitement that felt ready to burst my heart.
Could feelings this abnormal even exist? My family was being smashed apart — so why was my body reacting to that filthy scene?
The cognitive dissonance and torment were so new I thought my head might split.
My feet wouldn’t leave; I wandered the apartment grounds in a daze for several laps.
When I checked the time it was already 3:30 p.m.
The thought of going home and possibly running into them again made me flinch with sudden fear.
I steadied myself and called Jisu.
She picked up before the second ring.
“Yeah, Oppa.”
Her voice was as calm as usual, but a faint breathlessness threaded through it. Of course it did, after what she had just been doing.
I swallowed once and smoothed my tone.
“Hey, Jisu. I’m heading home now — want me to pick anything up?”
“Huh? …Oppa, what’s with the early hour? What about work?”
My unexpected early return clearly rattled her; her voice wobbled with open surprise. A brief silence stretched between us like a wall.
“Ah, I wasn’t feeling great so I left early. Stopped by the hospital, heading in now.”
“Ah… really? Are you hurting a lot? Come home…”
I ended the call, took a deep breath, and finally opened the front door.
When I stepped inside, Jisu was standing in the living room, her face noticeably stiff as she greeted me. She had returned to her usual ordinary-office-worker look, but her eyes darted with nowhere to settle.
The veranda doors were wide open for ventilation; wind gusted hard through the apartment. Mixed faintly into that breeze I thought I caught the same raw scent from the bedroom earlier, and my nose stung.
“How’s your body? Feeling really bad?”
Jisu put on a carefully worried face and took my bag. The shameless acting raised goosebumps, but I kept my poker face and casually scanned the place.
The living room was quiet.
“Just a bit chills. Where’s Ha-yul, though?”
At my question Jisu swallowed hard and answered falteringly.
“Ah… Ha-yul’s in her room doing tutoring right now.”
“Tutoring?”
“Y-yeah… I told you we started a new one last month, remember? A second-year med student from nearby…”
Second-year med student. Sang-jun.
The name flashed through my head and my heart dropped to the floor.
…It was that bastard?
The green kid who had been slamming into Jisu’s flesh in the master bedroom, calling her “Nuna,” shoving his cock into her mouth — the same one who had been coming and going from this house as my daughter’s tutor. While Ha-yul and I were gone he had been mixing bodies with my wife right here… on our master bed.
And a month ago? That meant this filthy business had already been happening in my own bedroom for a full month.
“Ah… right. You did.”
I managed to nod while clinging to the last of my reason. Cold sweat ran down my spine.
Rage surged all the way to the top of my skull; I wanted to smash open Ha-yul’s door that instant, grab the bastard by the collar — yet at the same time my pocket held the phone with every filthy second of those two recorded clear as day.
Jisu kept glancing at my face, restless and on edge, while I stared at the closed door of Ha-yul’s room where that bastard was and began, coldly and quietly, to sharpen the knife of how I would cook this catastrophe.