My Wife Was Sucking (4)
My legs trembled faintly the entire way down the hallway to the master bedroom.
Jisu pressed close behind me, utterly failing to hide her restless unease.
At last I opened the door of the bedroom that had been shut to me and stepped inside.
My eyes went, of course, straight to the bed.
...It's been changed.
The damp bed pad that, less than an hour ago, had been stained a cloudy white with the mingled fluids of my wife's body and that bastard's semen was gone without a trace.
In its place lay the stiff, clean spare pad I kept tucked away in the back of the drawer.
As the silhouette of my wife, desperately scrubbing away the evidence, rose in my mind, something hot surged up from the very bottom of my chest.
But at the same time, the thick smear of semen that had been seared into that surface mere minutes before flickered across my mind, and my cock swelled rock-hard until it felt ready to split.
Walking toward the bed, I tossed out a remark, doing my best to look completely unbothered.
"Hm? You changed the bed pad. That one had just come out of the wash — changed it again?"
I felt the breath of Jisu, standing behind me, stop for an instant at my question.
She swallowed hard and launched into a flustered but shamelessly plausible excuse.
"Oh? Ah, that... I was drinking juice before Hayul's tutor arrived and spilled some on the bed. It looked all splotchy and gross, so I threw it in the wash."
Juice.
My blood boiled at the sheer nerve of my wife, passing off that bastard's semen as juice.
I wanted to slap her across the face right then and there — was this woman in front of me really the quiet, composed wife I knew? — but I clenched my fists and forced the rage down. Now was not the time to blow up the whole board.
"Oh, I see. I'm going to go wash up, then."
I stripped off my clothes, dropped them in a pile, and headed for the ensuite bathroom.
The moment I opened the door and stepped in, a hot, clammy warmth wrapped itself around my whole body.
The exhaust fan was still whirring away, but the trapped moisture had condensed in a sheen across every tile of the walls.
The air was thick and sticky as a sauna, as if to prove that only a short while ago, Jisu and that bastard had been going at it furiously under the running water right here.
Watching the droplets trickle down the tiles, Jisu's sweetly melted voice from beyond the door rang in my ears like a hallucination.
"Wow... youth really is the best, hehe. Hard again already? Someone's eager, Sangjun."
"I said it's your punishment! We really have to stop now."
When Jisu had pulled her mouth away, playing coy — no, it's a punishment, we can't — that bastard must have been desperate to the point of madness.
"Ah... Noona, please... I'm seriously about to burst... just a little longer, okay?"
Playing reluctant, Jisu would have swept her wet hair back with a sly smile.
Then, pinning him against the tile wall, she would have looked down and whispered in that signature nasal whine of hers.
"Mmm, no can do. Aren't you Hayul's teacher? Hehe. You broke the rules... so this time, your punishment goes in here, not in my mouth."
I could see it: beneath the stream of the showerhead, Jisu spreading her own legs with her hands and wrapping them around his firm waist.
When that rock-hard cock of his wedged its way into my wife's wet pussy, the slick sounds of friction and the dirty talk that must have filled that bathroom exploded in my memory, playing back all at once.
"Hahh...! Noona, it's even hotter inside than before... it's insane, seriously."
"Ngh, Sangjun... slowly... we don't know when Hayul will be home, mmm! Squeeze it in deeper for me, so hurry up and fuck me... ah, ah!"
My wife, gasping like an animal in her own home — in the bathroom off our own marital bed — while a boy young enough to be called "teacher" pounded into her.
That shameless hidden face of hers — biting his shoulder with the very lips that had warned him not to touch her, begging him to fuck her harder — tore through my mind without mercy.
"Haah... haah..."
Along with a rage that threatened to drive me insane, the visual stimulation of that obscene imagination completely paralyzed my brain.
I had stripped fully to shower, and my body had already abandoned all reason.
My cock stood rigid between my legs, swollen to the point of feeling like it would snap. Even as I wallowed in misery and disgust, my body had surrendered completely to this depravity.
Without my noticing, my trembling hand drifted downward.
I seized my cock roughly and began stroking up and down.
You filthy bitch... was his cock really that good?
Bracing one hand against the tile wall, I kept jerking myself, breathing ragged and harsh.
The hot sound of friction against my palm, drowned out by the exhaust fan, echoed back at me pitifully.
The image of Jisu writhing in ecstasy in that bastard's arms, flirting shamelessly, would not leave my mind, and every time I pushed the fantasy harder, my hand sped up beyond control.
In the world inside my head, the two of them were already hurtling toward an unstoppable catastrophe.
I pictured him, his climax imminent, gasping roughly as his fingers dug hard into Jisu's shoulders.
"Ah... Noona, I'm really coming, I think I'm coming...!"
At his frantic cry, far from panicking, Jisu would have taken the lead with practiced boldness.
Her, hurriedly pushing him away so as to leave no evidence, then sinking to her knees on the floor without a moment's hesitation and taking his cock deep into her mouth.
"Mmph... guhh...!"
The ecstatic moans of that young college student, thrashing through his orgasm as he poured every last drop into Jisu's mouth, seemed to pierce my very ears.
And Jisu, as if determined not to waste a single drop, would have swallowed it all with a loud gulp of her throat...
Licking the last traces from her lips with her tongue, gazing up at that bastard with a satisfied smile — the picture of my wife's perfect, depraved corruption...
"Whew... must be because you're young. So thick......♡"
The instant that filthy fantasy peaked in my mind, my hand went frantic.
"Haah... haah... fuck, you filthy bitch...!"
My mind was raging, weeping tears of blood at this horrifying depravity — but my wife's unimaginably lewd other self had taken complete possession of my body.
Dirty slut... acting so prim and proper in front of me, and you swallow his cum like it's honey?
In that strange agony where misery and a grotesque sexual pleasure mingled, I gulped down the humid bathroom air and finally sprinted toward release.
When the speed turned my fingertips numb, my skull filled to bursting with my wife's languid voice and his rough breathing — and at last I spilled a thick mess onto the cold bathroom floor.
My knees buckled and I collapsed onto the tile, staring blankly at the floor between ragged breaths. Rage, shame, and a grotesque awakening I could not deny coiled around my entire body.
After hosing myself down carelessly under the cold water and stepping out, I was met by the smell of a simmering stew already drifting from the living room.
When I opened the bedroom door and came out, I saw Jisu's back as she stood in the kitchen.
"Oh, you're out? You took a really long shower today."
Jisu turned her head just enough to flash me a bright smile and asked.
"Yeah... mm. I was feeling a bit chilled, so I stayed under the hot water a while."
I forced my voice into an even tone, struggling not to give anything away.
Showing no particular suspicion at my answer, Jisu turned back around and began washing the dishes.
The clink of plates, her modest, everyday clothing, the utterly ordinary back of my wife exactly as I had seen it a thousand times.
But to my eyes, that figure no longer looked ordinary at all.
Overlaid on it was the image, from mere hours ago, of that same woman flinging off every one of those demure clothes, flushed and panting as she rolled across the bed in a young man's arms.
The raw obscenity superimposed on the domestic scene created a strange optical illusion.
It felt as though the wife standing there in rubber gloves, washing dishes before my eyes, was actually standing there completely naked.
As if responding to that explicit fantasy, my cock — even though I'd just finished masturbating — began to stiffen again, raising its head with a throb.
I was watching my wife's back, a tangle of fury and depravity, savoring a secret arousal — and it was at that exact moment that I heard it.
Click.
The sound of Hayul's bedroom door opening cut through the quiet house.
My frozen gaze snapped toward the source of the sound.
I could see the silhouette of someone walking out of the room.
The moment he spotted me standing in the living room, his face twisted visibly, panic written all over it.
So it's this bastard.
Instinctively, I began coldly appraising him, taking his appearance apart piece by piece.
He stood about 180 centimeters tall and was reasonably well-built, but his face was, honestly, below average.
He wasn't one of those idol-pretty boys you see all over the streets these days — just the most forgettable returning-student face imaginable.
My wife... with that?
Incredulity and humiliation surged up together from somewhere deep in my chest.
If he'd been some staggering Adonis, would it have hurt less?
It was hard to contain the boiling rage at the fact that my wife had writhed and flirted like a bitch in heat in front of such an unremarkable brat — that she had put that thing in her mouth.
He fidgeted, his legs trembling faintly, unable to figure out what to do, then ducked his head with a flustered expression.
"Ah... h-hello."
You little shit.
One hearing of his voice and I was certain — this was the bastard who'd been panting in the bathroom about how hot Jisu felt inside.
I clenched my fist, stewing the fury in my gut, and — pretending deference based on what I'd heard from my wife — addressed him politely.
"Ah, hello. Would you be the tutor my wife mentioned? For Hayul?"
"Y-yes...! I'm Lee Sangjun. I'm in charge of Hayul's tutoring."
The boy introduced himself in a stammer, unable to meet my eyes.
"Ah, Sangjun, was it. I see. Please take good care of our Hayul going forward."
When I said this with an easy smile, Sangjun seemed to relax a little at last, and hurried to adjust his bag and take his leave.
"Of course, sir! I'll teach her diligently. Well then, I'll be off."
Watching the back of his head as he scrambled toward the front door, I pulled my hand from my pocket and tossed out a single remark.
"Oh — Sangjun. As it happens, I got off work early today myself... care to grab a drink with me?"
In that instant, Jisu's hands stopped dead over the dishes in the kitchen, and the body of the boy who'd been reaching for his shoes turned to stone.
In that beat of silence, the panicked gazes of the two ashen-faced people began to cross drunkenly in the air...