When Did My Wife Start Fucking Her Son? What Was the Reason?
I had wondered for years: when exactly did my wife begin having sex with our son?
What could possibly have driven her to that?
A few years back, during one of our nights together, the topic slipped out.
“Sweetheart, I’m getting so loose now, aren’t I?”
“Aaah… no, it’s fine. Once you hit forty, everyone’s like that. I love your cock the most… haa…”
Sure enough, from the time I turned forty, my rigidity and size had noticeably shrunk.
My wife had only ever known me—the man who’d given her first experiences and the only man she’d ever known.
She’d told me she couldn’t judge whether other men’s cocks were big or small because she’d never experienced anyone else.
Still, as we chatted with other couples, we’d hear plenty of stories about how other husbands’ cocks got flaccid from exhaustion.
Through their indirect experiences, she must have sensed her own husband’s cock weakening.
‘What if my wife had sex with another man?’
The very thought sent my cock surging back to its full twenty-something rigidity and size.
“Sweetheart… what’s wrong? Huh… it feels so good… you’re so deep, honey… it hurts… it suddenly got so big… slowly, slowly… aah…”
“Suyeon! I’ve cured my erectile dysfunction!”
“Haaack… husband… you’re crazy… fuck me harder… please…”
I thrust into her faster and faster.
“Just imagining you fucking another man makes my cock harden like this.”
“Hah… honey, what’s happening… I can’t think… anyway, keep going. Aaaaah!”
“Let’s do it together, Suyeon… I’m about to finish!”
“Ah… I’m going too, husband… aaaaaah—honey, I love you!”
Inside Suyeon’s pussy, thick ropes of cum burst out, and we both reached our peak at the same moment.
It was a completely different kind of sex.
“Phew… Suyeon, it’s been so long and it felt amazing. You’re still the same.”
“I felt great too… but honey! What about me having sex with someone else! Do you think it’s good that I fuck another man? Hah… I’m crazy. I’m not a whore, you know?”
“No, no… it’s not that… I suddenly imagined it and it felt so physiological. Please don’t misunderstand. My love~”
That night we made love in an entirely new way.
For days afterward I’d been obsessed with a certain sexual fantasy called netorase.
A husband who gets off on imagining his wife having sex with another man is called netorase.
The act of a husband sending his wife to another man’s bed is netorase.
At that moment the husband himself feels ultimate sexual pleasure.
Getting aroused while watching his wife have sex with another man is called netori.
I am netorase—someone who gets aroused by the idea of his wife having sex with another man.
Even though I still love my wife and make love to her, her cock doesn’t get as hard as it used to.
The passionate sex I used to crave now only happened in the evening bedroom like some secret ritual.
The thought of my wife having sex with someone else seemed completely wrong.
Yet when I searched online, the examples were far more common than I could imagine.
People just didn’t talk about it officially, but I’d come across countless different cases.
I kept thinking my wife should understand my sexual preference.
But Suyeon was still just the innocent young woman and devoted mother who only knew me and only had sex with me.
I’d brought up this topic with her several times.
“You think I sleep with other men? I’m not like that. Stop saying things like that.”
My wife took the opposite stance with every argument.
But there was a day when the gap in our views widened.
“Honey, the other day you told me I should sleep with someone else…”
“Eh? Why?”
“No, it just popped into my head haha.”
“I gave up on that long ago. It’s my own private fantasy.”
She’d once asked my opinion about it.
Then there were more nights like that.
Even while trying to convince Suyeon,
“If I sleep with someone else, my body and heart will belong to that person, not you. We’ll get divorced and I’ll live with them.”
“You still love me, right?”
“But if I sleep with someone else, that’s the right thing to do, isn’t it?”
“I get excited just thinking about what you look like with another man. I want a better sex life with you, not because I hate you, but because I love you even more. We’ll live in even greater love.”
“But I don’t want that! I can’t do it with anyone but you!”
My wife was impossibly pure and naive.
After that day I never again asked my wife to have sex with anyone else.
Now that I’d witnessed my wife fucking our son, I could only imagine how intensely I’d get aroused and how many thrilling things would come next.
I calmed my excitement and spent the night planning exactly how I would react the next time my wife had sex with our son.
The next evening—after working long hours for so many years that starting a business felt like climbing to the stars—my son had once told me,
“Dad, I’ll be busy outside to give our future the best. Since Mom will be home alone, you need to protect her, okay? You’ll have to step up and be my dad.”
“Yes, I understand. Since I love both Mom and Dad, if Dad’s not here, I’ll be the dad!”
My faithful, dependable son.
And now that same bold, charming face was actually living out the role of both son and husband.
Limited to sex, of course…
“Honey, I’m home. The meeting finished early so I came straight back. I’m starving.”
The son’s room suddenly went quiet, followed by rustling sounds.
“Click!”
The son’s door opened and my wife stepped out.
She wore the same light-blue spaghetti-strap dress that had left her cleavage fully on display.
It must have been the outfit she wore right after sex to quickly return to daily life.
Inside the hem of the dress, her son’s cum was still clinging thickly.
And she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Oh my, you’re home early, honey. I haven’t prepared dinner yet, but I’ll have to hurry.”
“Eh? I only had one client meeting today so I came straight back. Where’s Jin-yeong?”
“Eh? He said he needed to take a shower but didn’t have any underwear, so I brought him a pair and came out.”
“I see. Okay. I’ll take a shower too. Huh? What’s that on your lips? I’ll wipe it off for you.”
Looking closer, it was a cluster of dark, curly pubic hair—my son’s. Of course, not mine.
The moment I reached to remove it, a few strands fluttered and fell to the floor.
“Oh my, what’s this? Looks like some dust.”
“Probably. Honey’s starving. Let’s eat dinner together.”
I spoke while glancing at the son’s room. There he was, sitting on the bed, scrolling on his phone.
Jin-yeong’s cheeks were flushed slightly red, embarrassed that he couldn’t lift his head to look at me.
“Son, Dad’s home.”
“Yes, Dad.”
As I said that, a few strands of curly hair clung to the corner of our son’s lips. That had to be Suyeon’s pubic hair.
With the same excitement I felt yesterday, I headed toward the master bedroom’s bathroom.
While showering, I began to plan exactly how I would handle everything.
My wife and son’s sex life would continue.
There was no need to put on any brakes.
Having sex with our son was simply the way Suyeon was trying to relieve the tension that had loosened in my own cock.
Every time I thought about it, my cock would grow even harder and her sex life would become even happier for her.
Just the fact that the other person wasn’t a stranger… but our own son.
Since I didn’t know exactly how it would unfold, I would intervene when the time came and talk with my wife and son about it then.
Once I organized my thoughts, I immediately decided how to move forward.
The next day I researched what I needed and ordered the items through overseas online shopping sites.
After a few weeks, the products arrived and I began to set up my private points where neither my wife nor son would ever know.
“Here… this is where I’ll install it.”
To record video and audio, I installed high-performance hidden cameras in the living room, the bathroom, the room where my wife and I slept, and the son’s room.
For storing the recordings, I signed up for unlimited cloud storage and set up the internet environment so all captured footage and audio would be automatically uploaded.
I still wasn’t at the stage where I wanted to spy on their activities from outside the house, so I prepared slowly.
With that, I set up the first phase of my peeping and began planning what to do next.