My Wife Was Washing...(4)
My legs trembled faintly the entire way as I walked into the master bedroom.
Jisu stuck close behind me, making no effort to hide how restless she was.
At last I opened the closed bedroom door and stepped inside.
My eyes went straight to the bed, of course.
……It had been changed.
Barely a few dozen minutes earlier, the damp mattress pad had been stained white and opaque with the mingled slick of Jisu’s fluids and that bastard’s semen. Now it was gone without a trace.
In its place lay a different pad—crisp, clean, the one she kept buried deep in the drawer.
The image of my wife moving desperately to erase the evidence rose before me, and something hot surged up from the pit of my chest.
At the same time, the memory of those thick semen stains that had marked the pad only moments before flashed through my mind, and my cock swelled hard between my legs again until it felt ready to burst.
I approached the bed and, keeping my face as blank as I could manage, tossed out a casual remark.
“Huh? You changed the mattress pad. It didn’t seem like you’d washed it that long ago—why switch it again?”
Behind me, I felt Jisu’s breath catch for an instant.
She swallowed hard and, in a flustered tone that somehow still managed to sound brazenly plausible, launched into her excuse.
“Huh? Ah, that…… Earlier, before Ha-yul’s tutoring, I spilled juice while I was drinking it on the bed. It left these blotchy stains and looked filthy, so I threw it in the wash.”
Juice stains.
Hearing my wife pass off that bastard’s semen as juice made the blood roar in my ears.
I wanted to slap her face right then and there—wondering if the woman in front of me could really be the chaste wife I thought I knew—but I clenched my fists and forced the rage down. This was not the moment to blow up the board.
“Ah, that so? I’ll go wash up, then.”
I stripped off my clothes, hung them up, and headed for the en-suite bathroom.
The moment I opened the door and stepped inside, a thick, humid heat wrapped around my entire body.
The exhaust fan whirred away, yet moisture that had nowhere to go still clung to every tile wall.
The air was sauna-like—acrid and sticky—as if to prove that only a little while ago Jisu and that bastard had shared a fierce coupling under the spray of water right here.
Watching the droplets slide down the walls, I heard Jisu’s coquettish voice from outside the door earlier ring in my ears like a hallucination.
“Wow…… Youth really is something else, hehe. Already hard again? You’re so worked up, Sang-jun-ah.”
“Anyway, this is your punishment! We’re really stopping now.”
When Jisu had refused him, calling it a penalty and pulling her mouth away, the kid must have been frantic with need.
“Ah…… Nuna, please…… I’m right on the edge…… Just a little more, okay?”
At the man’s pleading, Jisu would have pretended to give in, sweeping her wet hair back with a soft laugh.
Then she would have pinned him against the tile wall, looked down, and whispered in that signature nasal, coquettish tone of hers.
“Mm-mm, no. Aren’t you Ha-yul’s mother? Hehe. You broke the rule…… so this time you take the punishment not with your mouth, but right here.”
I could picture her under the shower spray, spreading her own legs with her hands and wrapping them around his firm waist.
The thick friction sounds that would have filled the bathroom as his rigid cock pushed into my wife’s wet cunt, and the words they exchanged, exploded through my mind on endless replay.
“Haah……! Nuna, inside you’re even hotter than before…… This is insane, seriously.”
“Euh, Sang-jun-ah…… Slowly…… We don’t know when Ha-yul might come, hnnngh! I’ll squeeze you deeper, so fuck me hard and fast…… Ah, ah!”
My wife, gasping like an animal while a young tutor pounded her—in my own house, in the master bathroom no less.
Those same lips that had warned him to stop had bitten his shoulder and begged him to thrust harder. That brazen other face of hers tore through my head without mercy.
“Haah…… haah……”
The seething rage and the raw visual jolt of those filthy imaginings completely short-circuited my brain.
I was already naked, stripped for the shower, and my body had abandoned all reason.
The cock jutting straight up between my legs was so swollen it felt ready to snap. Miserable and filthy as I felt, my body had surrendered completely to this sense of corruption.
Without thinking, I brought my shaking hand down.
I seized my cock roughly and began to stroke it hard, up and down.
Fucking bitch…… Was that bastard’s dick that good?
I braced one hand against the tile wall and kept jacking off, breathing in ragged gasps.
The hot friction against my palm was drowned out by the fan, sounding mournful and thin.
Jisu’s face—writhing in ecstasy, flirting shamelessly in that bastard’s arms—kept flashing through my mind, and every time the fantasy tightened its grip, my hand moved faster, beyond control.
In my head their breathing was already racing toward an unstoppable climax.
I saw the silhouette of the boy on the edge of orgasm, panting roughly as he seized Jisu’s shoulders hard.
“Ah…… Nuna, it’s really coming, I think I’m gonna cum……!”
Far from panicking at his urgent cry, Jisu would have taken the lead with practiced boldness.
To leave no trace she would have shoved him back in a hurry, then dropped to her knees without hesitation and taken his cock deep into her mouth.
“Eup…… euup……!”
I could almost hear the young college kid’s ecstatic moans as he emptied everything into Jisu’s mouth at the last second, thrashing with the force of his release.
And Jisu would have swallowed every last drop, throat working greedily, determined not to waste a single bit…
Licking the remnants from the corner of her lips, looking up at that green kid with a satisfied smile—my wife’s perfect image of total corruption…
“Hoo…… Must be because you’re young—it’s so thick……♡”
The filthy fantasy hit its peak, and my hand went wild.
“Haah…… haah…… Fuck, fucking bitch……!”
In my head I was raging, shedding tears of blood at this monstrous sense of betrayal, yet the unimaginable slutty side of my wife had completely taken over my body.
Filthy bitch…… Acting all demure in front of me, yet you swallow that kid’s cum like it’s candy?
Trapped in a grotesque agony of misery mixed with strange sexual pleasure, I gulped the humid bathroom air and finally raced toward orgasm.
When I sped up until my fingertips tingled, my brain flooded with my wife’s languid voice and the bastard’s rough breathing, and at last I spilled a thick load onto the cold bathroom floor.
My knees buckled; I sank onto the tiles, staring blankly at the floor while I sucked in ragged breaths. Rage, shame, and a bizarre arousal I could no longer deny coiled around my entire body.
I rinsed off roughly under the cold spray and stepped out; already the sweet, savory smell of stew was drifting from the living room.
When I opened the bedroom door, I saw Jisu’s back as she stood in the kitchen.
“Oh, oppa, you’re out? You took forever in the shower today.”
Jisu turned only her head, smiling brightly as she asked.
“Yeah…… uh-huh. I felt a bit chilly, so I stayed under the hot water longer.”
I forced my voice into something normal, desperate not to let anything show.
Jisu accepted the answer without suspicion and turned back to the dishes.
The clatter of plates, her neat everyday clothes, the perfectly ordinary silhouette of the wife I always saw—it was all so mundane.
But to my eyes it no longer looked ordinary at all.
Only a few hours earlier those modest clothes had been stripped away completely; she had rolled across the bed, face flushed, gasping in a young man’s arms. That image layered itself over the everyday scene.
The raw lewdness superimposed on the ordinary picture created a strange double vision.
I had the illusion that the wife standing right in front of me in rubber gloves, washing dishes, was actually completely naked.
As if answering that naked fantasy, even though I had just finished masturbating, my cock began to stiffen and rise again between my legs.
It was exactly at that moment—while I watched my wife’s back and felt a secret thrill laced with anger and corruption—that a soft click sounded.
Ha-yul’s door opened, shattering the quiet of the house.
My frozen gaze snapped toward the sound.
I saw the silhouette of the guy walking out of the room.
The instant he spotted me standing in the living room, his face twisted impressively and panic flooded his expression.
That’s the bastard.
I instinctively began dissecting his looks with cold appraisal.
He was tall—about 180 cm—so he had height going for him, but his face was honestly below average.
Not the idol style you see everywhere these days; just a completely ordinary “returned-from-military” student look.
That…… that kind of guy, with my wife?
Absurdity and humiliation welled up together from deep in my chest.
Maybe it would have been less crushing if he had at least been devastatingly handsome.
The fact that my wife had writhed like a bitch in heat and taken that worthless green kid’s cock into her mouth in front of someone so unremarkable made the boiling rage almost impossible to contain.
When he saw me he didn’t know what to do; his legs trembled faintly, then he hurriedly bowed his head with a flustered look.
“Ah…… a-ah, hello.”
You son of a bitch.
Hearing the voice, I was certain—it was the same one that had been panting in the bathroom about how hot Jisu was inside.
I clenched my fists tight, swallowing the surge of fury, and addressed him with deliberate politeness based on what my wife had told me.
“Ah, hello. Are you the tutor my wife mentioned for Ha-yul?”
“Y-yes……! I’m Lee Sang-jun, the one handling Ha-yul’s tutoring.”
He couldn’t even meet my eyes properly as he stammered out his name.
“Ah, Sang-jun. I see. Please take good care of our Ha-yul from now on.”
When I smiled as if nothing were wrong, Sang-jun seemed to relax a little and hurriedly adjusted his bag, ready to leave.
“Ah, yes! I’ll do my best. Well then, I’ll be on my way.”
Watching the back of his head as he rushed toward the front door, I pulled my hand from my pocket and tossed out a casual line.
“Ah, Sang-jun. I happened to finish work early today myself…… care to have a drink with me?”
In that instant Jisu’s hands, busy with the dishes in the kitchen, froze completely, and the guy who had been about to put on his shoes locked up like stone.
In the brief silence that followed, their ashen, panicked eyes began to cross frantically in the empty air…