Stories My Wife Tells from Her Working Holiday Days (2)
Yu-na froze at the sight of her husband straddling her. Why? How could this be? He was clearly furious. His face was flushed beet red with rage, and the grip of his hands pinning her down was crushing her bones. Murderous intent poured from his eyes, as if he might kill her at any moment.
But at the same time... he was unmistakably aroused. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his body trembled faintly, and above all... the front of his pants was bulging obscenely tight.
Yu-na couldn't believe her eyes. Rage and excitement—two emotions that could never coexist—were now clashing violently inside her husband.
"W-was it... that good?" Do-hyun growled again. His voice was still thick with anger, but it quivered at the edges. "That black bastard's huge cock pounding your holes felt that good?!"
"D-dear... please... stop..." Yu-na begged through sobs. The situation felt utterly unreal and horrifying. Both his fury and his inexplicable arousal terrified her.
"Answer me!" he bellowed, slamming her shoulders down harder. Yu-na let out a pained groan.
"Your pussy came how many times on his dick?! You've never even properly felt it with mine!"
"N-no! That's not true, dear! I... I love you!"
"Love? Love?!" Do-hyun scoffed. Contempt twisted his face. "Cheating on your loving husband, sucking other men's cocks for cash—that's your idea of love? A filthy slut like you dares talk about love?"
"Hic... I'm sorry... Dear, it's all my fault..." Yu-na could do nothing but plead for forgiveness. Her tears only fueled his rage further.
But his body reacted the opposite of his fury. His swollen hardness pressed firmly against her lower belly. The vivid sensation sent chills down her spine.
"What's your fault? Spreading your legs under that bastard and moaning like a whore? Or brazenly hiding your dirty past and marrying me?"
"E-everything... It's all my fault... So please... come back to the old you... okay?" Yu-na pleaded, reaching to caress his cheek.
But he slapped her hand away roughly. "Shut up. Don't touch me with those filthy hands."
His cold words shattered her heart. Yet deep in his eyes, amid the rage, she saw another emotion burning: desire. A dirty, ugly lust directed at her.
"Like in that video... do it for me too."
"...What?"
"Didn't hear me? Spread your legs and beg like you did for that black bastard!!"
His shocking words left Yu-na speechless. He wasn't in his right mind—consumed by rage, jealousy, and perverse excitement.
"Do it now!!"
Do-hyun's voice cut like a blade. Yu-na sobbed uncontrollably, unable to tear her gaze from his eyes, a mix of fury and bizarre arousal. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she sank to her knees. She crawled toward him, half-reclined on the sofa.
Her trembling hands went to his belt buckle. The cold metal clicked open, the zipper rasped down. She squeezed her eyes shut. This moment, this entire nightmare, felt like hell.
What appeared before her eyes was pathetically small and pitiful compared to the monstrous beasts from the video. She'd known it since they first met, but tonight it stabbed her heart deeper than ever.
Swallowing tears, Yu-na brought her lips carefully to his tiny member. Like handling fragile treasure, she extended her soft tongue to lick the tip.
Her mind held one thought: somehow turn her husband's heart around. End this madness. She treated him not as the cheap whore from the video, but as his loving wife—gently, tenderly, with affection.
"That's not it!!!"
But Do-hyun mocked her efforts with a roar. He seized her hair roughly, yanking her head back. Yu-na yelped in pain.
"Do it exactly like you did for Miles, that fucker!"
The agony ripping at her scalp stabbed her heart like a dagger. Tears gushed forth. She shook her head, wailing. "No... I hate it, dear... please..."
"Hate it? You think that's something to say right now?!" His eyes flashed with killing intent.
Yu-na sensed it instinctively: resist further, and something irreversible might happen. With a trembling voice, she submitted. "O-okay... I'll do it... Whatever you want, dear... I'll do it all..."
Without wiping her tears, she looked back at it. She took a deep breath. The gentle, loving wife's face vanished, replaced by the visage of a pleasure-starved vixen.
She opened her mouth wide. Without hesitation, she engulfed his small cock whole in one go.
"Ngh...!" A short groan escaped Do-hyun.
This was worlds apart from her earlier tender caresses. Her mouth felt scorching hot, like a vacuum. With it buried to the hilt, her tongue began to move. Not mere licks—it coiled around his shaft like a living serpent, squeezing, twisting fiercely.
Slurp, slurp—obscene wet sounds echoed through the living room.
"Hng, ugh... w-wait...!" Do-hyun panicked, trying to push her away, but she gripped his thighs tight, unrelenting. Her throat muscles clamped down, squeezing the base hard.
A technique honed countless times in those videos, designed to send men over the edge in seconds. His little thing couldn't withstand it.
"Hah... ah! Ah! Cumming, I'm...!"
As he cried out like a scream, his body convulsed violently.
- Splat.
Like a weak squirt gun, hot semen flooded deep into her throat. Less than a minute in—an empty, yet explosive climax.
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"Hah, haah... haa..." I gasped raggedly, slumping against the sofa back. My whole body felt drained of strength. The aftershocks of that involuntary ejaculation still made me tremble faintly.
One minute. No, maybe thirty seconds. From the moment her tongue invaded my throat, everything blurred into an instant.
Now I knew. I felt it viscerally. Ah. All the sex we'd had until now was just child's play. To her, it was merely an extension of loving playtime with her husband.
The countless nights I'd whispered how good it was, how much I loved her, and fallen asleep in her arms—maybe they were just boring obligations that gave her no thrill at all.
Her sweet voice saying I was the best, that no one else mattered. It might all have been lies.
The thought flashed through my mind, and strangely, not anger welled up, but something else. My heart pounded fiercely again—thump, thump. A different thrill from before.
Shame, humiliation, and an unfathomable dark excitement swirled within me. Amid it all, my recently deflated cock was rising again.
I felt it swelling taut once more, pathetically vivid.
That's when it happened. A gulp—the sound of her swallowing something.
I looked up. She was wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, gazing at me. Her face was a mess of tears and saliva, but the terror was gone. Her eyes flicked between my face and my crotch, gleaming strangely.
She approached slowly, so very slowly. A unfamiliar scent wafted from her face, now inches from mine. She gently wiped the cold sweat from my cheek and asked cautiously.
"Dear... are you okay..?"
Her voice still trembled, but beneath the worry lurked something else.
I'd calmed a bit. After unleashing my rage and one ejaculation, the fury clouding my head had subsided somewhat. I forced nonchalance, answering curtly.
"...Yeah."
As if it were a signal, she brought her lips close to my ear. Hot, moist breath tickled my earlobe. At the same time, her soft hand began stroking my thigh slowly.
"I'm sorry, dear... really... I'm so sorry..." she whispered sincerely.
But her hand wasn't that of someone apologizing. Growing bolder, it ventured inward along my thigh, toward my rehardened cock.
"I... kept you in the dark for so long... but..." Her voice dropped lower, seductive, like a devil's murmur.
"...If that's what you want..."
Her fingertips grazed my throbbing length softly, ever so gently.
"I can tell you even more details. About the men I played with in America... and how. Things you couldn't even imagine... so many of them."