The Sweet Taste of Her Lies
I had spent the day in a mundane yet strangely thrilling routine…
“Sujung… You, you just now…”
When I couldn’t finish the sentence and simply stared down at her, Sujung gave me a quick peck on the lips before whispering again, driving the point home like a nail. Her lips burned hot, yet the breath slipping between them trembled with an inexplicable tension.
Sujung stayed silent for a moment, then placed her hand on my chest and traced awkward circles as she continued. Like an actor stumbling through a half-memorized script, her voice sounded stiff and unnatural.
“When I think about it… last time… when you went to the bathroom, oppa. Remember when I said I’d go down to my car in the underground parking lot to get my phone? That’s when things started feeling… off. From the moment Seunghun insisted on coming with me, saying the basement was too confusing for me to go alone.”
“……!”
It felt like my heart had dropped straight through the floor. Sujung breathed hot air into my ear, desperately trying to pull out every illicit fragment she could recall. Or rather, she began displaying fragments she had invented—all to excite me.
“Even in the elevator, he stood so… close to me. And when we reached the parking lot, several lights were out, so it was pitch dark. As I tried to open my car door, he gripped my shoulder from behind and kept pressing his body against mine. Like it was an accident… but his palm kept brushing along my waistline.”
Sujung’s confession was visibly clumsy. Every time she uttered a detail she would never normally speak aloud, her eyes darted around, lost and unsteady. In her own way, she was twisting her memories to satisfy me, slathering them with crude embellishments to build her little story. Yet those awkward lies struck me far harder than any raw realism could have. It was the sheer grotesque devotion of my wife packaging herself as a whore just for my pleasure.
I couldn’t hold back the surge of arousal any longer and slid my hand beneath her thin pajama top. The instant my palm met her silky skin, my sanity eroded even faster. I grabbed her firm breast roughly and lowered my head, taking her nipple deep into my mouth.
“Ha… (lick) So hyung was pressed up against you like that in the elevator? In that cramped space… his breath must have been all over your skin.”
I rolled the plump nipple with my tongue and pressed her insistently.
“So how did it feel? When he stroked your waist… did it feel good?”
At my blatant question, Sujung squeezed her eyes shut in obvious panic. She paused as though wringing out the next line, then answered in a tiny, trembling voice.
“Yes… it felt good. It did…”
Such a short, flat answer. But that clumsy affirmation only fed the beast inside me. I moved to her other breast, sucking hard while my hand slipped between her thighs.
“When you bent over searching for your phone in the back seat… Seunghun stood in the narrow doorway, pretending to steady you, but he gripped your thigh tightly. And then… I think his fingers might have brushed the bare skin under your skirt.”
Sujung’s voice shook. She looked anxious, like a child seeking confirmation that her words were believable. I pressed my palm against her most intimate place and whispered hotly into her ear.
“When his fingers touched you here… were you soaked like you are now? Tell me, Sujung. Did it feel good when he touched you?”
Sujung shook her head from side to side, fighting back a moan. She seemed to be frantically calculating exactly what I wanted to hear.
“Haa… Yes. It felt good. I think… it was like that…”
My wife’s fabricated, one-word answers paradoxically poured fuel on the fire of my imagination. To think she’d invent such a filthy story just for me. The sense of conquest that gave me merged with the vivid image of Seunghun’s rough fingers digging into my wife’s soft flesh, savagely tearing through my mind.
At the same time, memories of my deviation with Jian floated up from the depths. That day, we had all been drunk. Jian, who seemed too perfect to ever slip up despite being the same age as me. Yet the moment our bodies brushed and she felt my breath against her, she had responded to the kiss with shocking intensity. No—the heat with which she had eagerly tangled her tongue with mine the instant I dared to kiss her first…
A cruel calculation began inside my head.
If what my wife said is true, and hyung had deliberately arranged to be alone with her in the parking lot that day…
The moment I slipped away to the master bathroom, the two of them must have risen as if they’d been waiting. The ten minutes I wasted in there, plus the long stretch I spent drinking alone with Jian in the living room—right up until that deep, heavy kiss… During all that exclusive time, my wife had been alone with him in the parking lot.
For every second I spent devouring Jian’s lips in the living room, or even longer, Seunghun must have been ravishing my wife. The near-certainty that they had gone further, shared cruder pleasures, tore through my entire body like a blade.
The lewd moan Jian had made when she accepted my kiss overlapped with the fake moans now slipping from my wife’s lips. He with my wife in the parking lot… me with Jian in the living room…
I stopped caressing her and prepared to enter. Sujung’s entrance was already far wetter than usual. I rubbed my cock slowly against her soaked folds, coating the head with her juices and gradually opening her up.
Thinking back on it now, it must have started around this time. My wife’s body, which had always been dry before, was beginning to make way for me to slide in smoothly. Could the filthy fantasy she invented for me have been heating her up in real time…?
Without rushing, I slowly sank my weight into her now-damp depths.
“Haa, ugh… mmm…”
Though she seemed ready, the sudden heavy intrusion made Sujung gasp and hunch her shoulders. Her tight interior began to carefully welcome my cock, and I set a slow rhythm, driving pleasure deeper and deeper.
I gently pinned both her hands above her head, then lowered my mouth to hers. Just as Jian had done to me in the living room that night, I pushed my tongue inside, stirring her mouth, and asked in a low growl.
“Did hyung’s tongue… haa… push into you like this in the parking lot? This deep?”
At my question Sujung looked up at me with glazed eyes and gave that same awkward reply once more.
“Uh… mmm… haa… yes… I think… brother-in-law’s tongue… was like that…”
The moment I heard her voice, Jian’s passionate reaction flashed through my mind like lightning. Jian had never been this passive. The instant my tongue entered her mouth, she had sucked on it like she wanted to devour it.
“No.”
I whispered into my wife’s ear.
“You sucked on his tongue like you were trying to rip it off. So lewdly. You were dying to do it, weren’t you?”
“Mmm… haang…!”
At my blatant prompting, Sujung’s body gave a small twitch.
“Y-yes… that’s right… hauk…!”
“Haauk… haang… right? Then do it the way you did back then. Not with me—like you did with brother-in-law… haa…!”
When I thrust harder with my hips, Sujung suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck and clung desperately to my mouth.
“Churup! Chup, churrrrup…!”
A lewd, wet sound I had never heard from her before spilled between my wife’s lips. She took my tongue fully into her mouth and began sucking on it as if possessed.
“Chulup… haa, churup! Chup…!”
She twisted her head from side to side while sucking hard, and each motion sent thick, sticky sounds flowing from between our lips. The wet noises mixed with her ragged breathing felt like her own clumsy recreation of the kind of passion she might have shared with Seunghun in the dark underground parking lot.
“Haa… Sujung… you’re really… incredible…”
I pulled back from her lips and poured my hot breath across her face. Her eyes had already gone hazy, and saliva glistened at the corners of her mouth. She seemed to instinctively sense from my ragged breathing that I was nearing my limit.
Sujung hesitated for a brief second, then pressed her lips right against my ear. Though still clumsy, she chose the single most lethal word with the clear intent of shattering me completely.
“Haaaa… Brother-in-law… churup, chup… haa…”
It was a perfectly aimed strike—knowing exactly what made her husband lose his mind, which words would snap his reason. The overwhelming immorality of my wife calling another man’s name while sucking my tongue like she wanted to tear it off raced up my spine and paralyzed my brain. My hips, which would normally have lasted much longer, collapsed helplessly at that one explicit blow.
“Haauk! Sujung, I… I…!”
I gripped her shoulders tightly and thrust as deep as I could one final time.
“Chulup, churrrrup…!”
The moment she refused to release my lips and sucked my tongue even harder, every ounce of desire inside me exploded toward her depths. The sensation of hot liquid splashing against her inner walls was transmitted with shocking clarity.
“Haa…. Haa….. Haa…..”
Trembling from the aftershocks, I collapsed completely on top of her. Still joined together, the frantic beating of our hearts passed through our pressed chests in perfect sync.
Already? Me?
It was an embarrassingly quick finish, far faster than usual. The fantasy of what Seunghun and Sujung might have done in that parking lot, mixed with the real memory of what I had done with Jian in the living room, had stolen every last bit of my endurance.
While I lay there dazed, overwhelmed by deep embarrassment at how quickly I had come after such intense pleasure, Sujung—still pinned beneath me and breathing hard—lifted her slender arms and wrapped them tightly around my neck. She turned her head slightly, nuzzled her face against my ear, and whispered softly.
“Oppa… hold me…”
That voice held none of the lewd performance from moments ago; it was the usual clear, gentle tone of my Sujung. A strange mixture of guilt and gratitude washed over me. I buried my face between her shoulders and hugged her tight. She placed her hand on my back and added in a deeply satisfied murmur.
“I love you, oppa…”
There was even a note of pride in that confession. The realization that the lies she had invented and the explicit word she had chosen had so easily destroyed her husband seemed to fill Sujung with certainty and relief that she had truly pleased me.
“I love you too, Sujung…”
Covered in sweat and saliva, we stayed locked in that embrace for a long time, sharing our warmth.
This time, the sex had brought a kind of satisfaction to us both. I felt a sense of conquest at my wife’s outrageous devotion, while she was drunk on the achievement of having brought me to ruin. Even if we were each lost in different fantasies, in that moment it was our own perfect sanctuary. A viciously sweet thing where fake confessions and real pleasure intertwined… To me, it was unbearably sweet.