I Started to Suspect My Wife (5)
I couldn't bring myself to get out from under the covers for the longest time. Every sound—her showering, changing clothes, preparing breakfast—felt like torture.
A moment later, she opened the door and woke me.
"Honey, are you up? You need to eat breakfast."
Her voice was as gentle as ever. I couldn't believe this was the same woman who'd just been moaning lewdly on the phone with another man.
I barely managed to sit up, forcing myself to act casual. "Uh... Y-yeah. I'll be out in a sec."
"Your face looks awful. Are you sick?"
"No... Just tired. I'm gonna take a quick walk to clear my head."
I couldn't meet her eyes as I made excuses. She looked worried but didn't press further.
I threw on some clothes in a hurry and bolted out of the house. My heart was pounding like mad.
I headed down to the apartment parking lot, got in my car, and slammed my head against the steering wheel, gasping for breath.
Miles. That name wouldn't leave my mind. And with it came a horrific memory from long ago, one I'd brushed off.
That late night at the office, stumbling into that adult site by mistake. The woman who looked just like my wife. Back then, I'd told myself it couldn't be her—just a lookalike.
But this morning's phone call had shattered every denial.
With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and typed in the site's address. The place I'd sworn never to visit again.
The screen filled with countless thumbnails, all provocative. Eyes burning, I scoured for that video from back then. It wasn't easy. Sifting through disgusting, filthy clips, grasping at faint memories.
And finally, I found it.
Korean College Student Abroad's Black Gangbang Party .AVI
Just the title made my stomach churn. But I didn't hesitate. I hit play.
Shaky camera, blaring music, and an Asian woman tangled with several men filled the screen.
It was different from before. Back then, I'd only glimpsed her silhouette. Now, in crisp HD, her face was crystal clear.
The vibe, the feel—it wasn't my Yu-na. The woman on screen shook her body without shame, her face twisted in slutty ecstasy as she took the men.
The opposite of the gentle, modest wife I knew.
But... it was her. No doubt.
The tiny mole under her eye—her "charm point," I'd always thought. The full, beautiful breasts I'd caressed countless times during lovemaking. The slim waist, the voluptuous hips. Everything screamed Lee Yu-na, my wife.
In the video, huge black men surrounded her. At the center was one man radiating overwhelming presence.
He lounged on the sofa like a king, watching the others toy with her. They called her Yu-na, but he used a different name.
Miles... It was definitely him.
He dominated her completely in the video. She obeyed his every word, writhed at his every touch. Before him, she was a total bitch in heat.
And that vulgar show was just getting started.
Video-Yu-na knelt before Miles, legs spread wide, exposing everything without a hint of shame. Her face flushed with pleasure and longing.
"Please, Miles... Please... I need it... I need your Big Black Cock...♥"
She was begging. Like a parched wanderer in the desert, pleading for his dick as if it were the holy grail.
Her voice was pathetic, but her eyes burned with raw desire. Worshipping, craving to take his massive thing.
While she begged, the other blacks didn't sit idle. One yanked her hair back roughly; another kneaded her plump ass like a toy before slapping it hard.
Smack! Smack!
Each sharp slap drew not pained groans, but excited moans as her body quivered in thrill.
The pathetic, depraved scene dragged on. The more they humiliated her, the more aroused she seemed.
"Ahh! Hng! More... Hit me harder... Spank this slutty bitch's ass raw...♥!!!"
Finally, as her desperate pleas peaked, Miles—still kinglike on the sofa—smiled in satisfaction and stood.
He approached slowly, unbuckling his belt. Then, I couldn't believe my eyes.
From between his legs sprang something monstrous, inhumanly huge and thick.
Overwhelming size. Holy shit. I'd seen plenty of porn, but nothing this unreal.
She gasped at the sight, but her face showed no fear—pure ecstasy. Like discovering a long-dreamed treasure, her eyes sparkled.
She knew exactly what to do.
"Ahh...♥"
With a short cry, she crawled to his feet like she'd been waiting. Cupping the massive shaft reverently with both hands, she kissed the tip piously.
She stuck out her tongue, licked the head, caressed it with her lips, and began servicing him devotedly.
"Chup... Chuup... Mmph...♥"
Her mouth engulfed it. Too big to take all at once. Jaw straining, she forced it deep into her throat.
Gag, gag. Retching, but she didn't stop. Her face said she even enjoyed the pain.
The wet, slurping sounds echoed vividly through my car's speakers.
"Mmph... M-Miles... It's... too... gag big... Hnng..."
Her slurred moans came out garbled as she looked up at him, eyes teary, brimming with submission and pleasure.
I couldn't watch anymore. Didn't want to. But my fingers kept clicking other videos against my will.
There was no end. She'd starred in dozens, like a whole series.
Group sex with blacks, outdoor exposure, SM with toys, even netorare fantasies fucking in front of other couples.
No genre untouched. Especially black worship themes.
I clicked one. There she was, riding Miles' waist, shaking her hips wildly, massive tits bouncing.
Sweat-glistened face lost in bliss.
"Haa...!! Hnng... So good... Miles!! Your cock is so... Fucking good..!!!"
Near-screaming in ecstasy, she slammed down harder herself.
Splat, splat. Flesh slapping flesh, raw and loud.
"This is a real man...!! This is a real dick! Nothing like those tiny, pathetic Asian or white shrimp dicks! That's fucking shrimp penis...♥!!! I need only Big Cock..!!"
Her words stabbed my heart like daggers.
Tiny and pathetic. She was mocking me—all Korean men—in that moment. Praising black cock right to their faces.
"Aah! I'm gonna cum! Miles! Fill me up with your hot cum! Flood this dirty bitch's womb with your seed... Please!"
I couldn't take it anymore. Rage, humiliation, and some twisted excitement boiled over, ready to explode my head.
Another video. This time, groveling at Miles' feet.
"Miles... Sniff sniff... Haa...♥ Why does even your foot smell turn me on so much...? Please... Put your toes in my mouth... I want to serve every part of you..."
She kissed, licked his feet—even sucked his toes. No shred of human dignity. Pure animal.
I kept clicking. Her filthy lines assaulted my ears nonstop.
"Ahh! Miles...! Your cock's thrusting deep into my throat...♥ Mmm, so good... Deeper! Fuck my throat like an onahole...♥!!!"
"What? I'm just Bitch No. 2...? You're going to fuck other girls too...? That's fine. I'm not jealous! It's an honor! I'll lick clean every trace of the women your cock's been in."
"Please... Don't throw me away... Miles... I can't live without you... Let me be your dog... Use me as a cumdump onahole and toss me if you want... I'll do anything you say... Just don't discard me... Sob... Please..."
Haa... I nearly puked from disgust. This had to be anger. Unbearable fury at my wife's filthy secret. Betrayal.
And yet... I noticed my body's strange reaction.
My head knew this was wrong. But my body betrayed me. Heart racing, groin heating up.
Before I knew it, my hand was in my pants, fumbling my small, pathetic dick.
Comparing it to that monster on screen, a weird mix of shame and arousal swept through me.
"Fuck..."
A low curse slipped out. Should I be angry? Aroused? My emotions were totally fucked.
I just sat there in the car, miserably jerking off to my wife serving another man on screen.