Something Else Excites Me More (4)
The night was deep, yet my mind felt sharper than ever, wide awake. Listening to my wife’s steady breathing beside me, I stared at the ceiling. After a week of cold war, the conversation we’d finally had, and her resolute determination to have a child—it all seemed like everything had been resolved. But in one corner of my heart, a dark, unidentifiable thirst still swirled like a whirlpool of depravity.
A little while later, I felt a small movement from her side. Without thinking, I gripped her hand tightly. It wasn’t so much an act of confirming love as it was the instinct of a captor trying to keep his prey from escaping.
“...Oppa, can’t you sleep either…?”
Sujung’s voice, which I thought had been asleep, settled low in the darkness. She must have woken up when I grabbed her hand. I panicked and loosened my grip.
“Ah… yeah. I was just about to sleep. Sorry, did I wake you…?”
“No… it wasn’t because of you, Oppa… Is it that you can’t sleep because you want to do it? Last time we started but then you just… fell asleep.”
Sujung turned her body toward me. Even in the dark, her eyes glittered strangely, glistening with the remnants of alcohol and tears. She took my hand and placed it over her chest. Through the thin silk nightgown, I could feel her heartbeat—much faster and more irregular than usual. She hesitated for a moment, then sat up as if she had made up her mind.
Swish.
The sound of nightgown buttons being undone one by one broke the silence. The garment slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor. In the room where not even moonlight entered, her naked body revealed itself in a blinding, almost painful whiteness.
“I… I actually want it too. I want to get hot with you again, Oppa, like we used to.”
Her words sent a chill through my chest. Like we used to. Had there ever been a single moment in my memory when we had truly been hot for each other? Even before the two-year gap, she had always been like a cold statue, offering her body out of a sense of duty. Sujung was now fabricating a past that had never existed, all to mend this relationship. That blatant hypocrisy was both pitiful and, at the same time, so arousing it gave me goosebumps.
Instead of answering, I pushed Sujung down onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Her breasts, which had kept their firm elasticity because she had never given birth, rose proudly even while she lay on her back. As if in a trance, I buried my face in that abundant flesh.
“Sluurp, slurp… Chuuuuck…!”
I rolled her thick areola with the tip of my tongue and took it fully into my mouth. The soft texture of my wife filling my mouth paralyzed my brain cells. But even as my hot breath touched her, Sujung’s pink nipples showed no reaction. Far from stiffening invitingly, they simply rested between my lips, indifferent, like dead flesh.
There was no sexual arousal at all—just the dry sensation of physical contact. I lowered my head and reached down to her most secret place. I carefully rubbed her cute little clitoris with my fingertip, but Sujung only stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. Below was still as dry as a desert. What reached my fingers wasn’t moist love juice but the rough friction of dry skin. Her body couldn’t lie. Even if her mind had resolved to try, her instincts remained firmly closed off to me. I didn’t have the courage to force my way into that barren desert inside her. Breathing hard, I whispered low into her ear.
“Sujung… wait a second… It’ll hurt you too much like this. I’ll use some gel.”
“Ah… okay. I’m sorry, Oppa. I… I should be getting wetter…”
Sujung looked genuinely apologetic, as if it were her fault. I took a clear gel from the bedside drawer and applied a generous amount to myself and to her secret place. When the cold foreign substance touched her, her thighs twitched. Borrowing the artificial slickness, I positioned myself over her again. Thanks to the gel, I slid smoothly and without resistance all the way into her deepest parts.
“Squish, squelch… thrust.”
The sounds filling the room were far more obscene than before, but there was no excitement. Within the fake softness created by the gel, my wife’s instincts remained asleep. I felt like I was simply using a rubber doll, falling into a hollow sense of futility. Suddenly, as I grabbed her hips and tried to turn her over, I asked.
“Sujung, from behind… Should we try it from behind?”
“Ah… Oppa, I’m sorry… From behind it goes too deep into my womb… It’ll really hurt too much. Can’t we just do it like this today? I’m sorry…”
She looked at me with the eyes of someone who had committed a crime, trying to dissuade me. I couldn’t push her if it would cause her pain.
“……No, it’s fine. I understand. Let’s just do it this way.”
A voice mixed with disappointment and resignation slipped out. I resumed the monotonous thrusting on top of her. The slickness of the gel grew increasingly lewd, and Sujung struggled to take me in, breathing heavily—but that was all. It was our first time in two years, yet instead of the vigorous urge to climax, only boredom and awkwardness rolled across the bed.
This isn’t going to work.
Just as I was thinking that in despair and forcing myself to keep moving, Sujung, who had been burying her face in my chest, suddenly lifted her head. She stared straight at me and asked in a low voice.
“...Oppa. What you said earlier… Was that true?”
“....? What do you mean?”
“My brother-in-law… Did he really keep staring at my breasts like that? Greedily…?”
“......!”
I froze mid-motion. My heart slammed violently at the unexpected question. Sujung gazed at me with moist eyes, waiting for my answer. While I fumbled for words, my body began reacting against my will. Inside my wife’s narrow passage, my dying erection suddenly throbbed wildly at the single word “brother-in-law,” hardening with terrifying force.
Sujung seemed to notice the blatant change inside me. Her eyes trembled, and as if possessed, she added another line.
“I… I was drunk and lowered my head… Do you think he saw my underwear too…? Do you think he saw all the way inside my cleavage…?”
Whoosh—!
Something snapped inside my head. The fantasy began. The image of Seunghun’s lewd gaze sliding down my wife’s white cleavage, lingering on the pink nipples barely visible between her bra. The fleeting moments when he swallowed hard and mentally violated my wife’s naked body.
“Ugh, uuu…!”
Hot blood exploded into my lower body, which had been cold and dry just moments ago. The slippery sensation from the gel turned into an excruciating pressure. I even had the illusion that her vaginal walls were crushing my rock-hard cock.
I gripped Sujung’s waist so tightly it felt like it might break, breathing like a beast. She watched exactly how her words were affecting me, her face a mixture of shock and some unknown excitement as she took me in.
“Sujung… you, you right now… Haa, haa…!”
I couldn’t speak anymore. I began thrusting my hips like a madman. The filthy, lethal questions that spilled from my wife’s lips violated my brain far more slickly and intensely than the cold gel ever could. Every time the word “brother-in-law” pierced my ear, riding the air from the living room into our bedroom, the instincts that had been dead for two years rampaged like a starving beast.
“Slap, squelch! Smack, smack!”
The obscene sounds of gel being crushed between her thighs filled the room. I gripped her pelvis as if I would shatter it and pounded into her. Sujung threw her head back, letting out moans that sounded like she was running out of breath, yet spurred on by my reaction, she squeezed out another trembling sentence.
“Haaah, ah…! While looking at my breasts… did my brother-in-law… imagine something like this, just like you are now, Oppa? Mmmh!”
At that moment, the visualized fantasy exploded. The image of Seunghun’s rough, crude hands mauling my wife’s white breasts, his greedy eyes scanning her most secret places, burned into my retinas. The sickening delusion that I was sharing her, the drug-like pleasure born from that shame, raced up my spine like an electric current.
“Sujung… you, you really… ugh!”
I growled like a beast and used the last of my strength to grind into her deepest place. Each time my cock, slick from the gel, slammed brutally against her cervix, Sujung convulsed and raked her nails down my back. The climax I had been holding back surged forward like a bursting dam.
“I’m going to fill up the inside of you that my brother-in-law was going crazy wanting to see… with all my cum…!”
Hot liquid gushed out in powerful spurts, flooding my wife’s dry interior. It wasn’t a forced ejaculation—it was an explosive release completed by forbidden desire.
We lay pressed against each other, breathing raggedly. What had shattered the two years of silence wasn’t my wife’s devoted love, but the depraved fantasy of her being shared with another man. Like the empty soju bottle left on the living room table, our normal relationship was already hollowed out. Only the grotesque wreckage of twisted desire remained, scattered across the bed.