My Wife Is a Whore — Part 1

"Aahh~~ ahn~ Boss~ haah, it feels so good. Ahh, fuck my pussy even harder. Ah~ ah~"

"Ohhh, you filthy slut, this pussy's so goddamn tight, shit..."

"Nngh—ah, yes, Boss. Ahh, Boss, your cock feels amazing. So deep. Ah~ it's so huge I think I might die—come back and feast on me again real soon~ Ahh~ ah~"

The woman moaning like that in the master bedroom of my house right now is my wife. And the middle-aged man pounding into her is her client — a man I was seeing for the very first time today.

That's right. My wife brings her clients home, and now she's fucking them senseless in our own master bedroom — without a shred of hesitation, even with me, her husband, sitting right there in the living room.

A little while later, my wife walked out into the living room completely naked, a car key in her hand.

"Kim, the boss will be heading down in a minute, so go start the car and get the AC running."

"Ah—yes, yes."

I took the keys from my wife with practiced ease and was just stepping toward the front door when the middle-aged man came walking out of the bedroom. Whenever a client was over, my wife always called me — her own husband — "Kim." I'd long since grown used to this life.

"Oh my~ Boss, have a glass of juice before you go. Kim will have the AC blasting away for you."

Still completely naked, my wife cooed and fluttered at the middle-aged man she called "Boss" as she handed him his juice.

"Heheh. Seo-ah, today I'm leaving with my body thoroughly worked over. This girl right here — she's a downright siren, I swear."

The repulsive middle-aged man hammed it up as he wrapped his arms around my naked wife, kneading her breasts in his hands and grinning his sly grin.

"Ahng~ but Kim's watching, you know~"

Even as she said it, she made no move to cover herself — quite the opposite. She reached back and guided the man's hand around to her ass, and when his fingers slipped between her cheeks and started toying with her pussy, she sank into a half-crouch and parted her thighs even wider, helping him get at her that much better.

I started the car in the parking garage and lit a cigarette, and by the time I looked up, my wife and the middle-aged man were coming down arm in arm. She had barely managed to drape a thin slip of lingerie over herself and descended nestled against the man's chest.

"Kim, don't bother calling a driver service. You take ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the boss home and come right back."

With that, she handed me two 50,000-won notes.

"Yes, understood. Heading out."

And so, once again today, I closed out my day by safely chauffeuring home the middle-aged man who'd just had his fill of my wife's pussy.

My wife and I, of course, hadn't been like this from the beginning.

It all started about a year ago.

"What? Oppa, what are you even saying right now? Explain it to me properly. What on earth happened?"

"Seo-ah, it's true. There's nothing either of us can do about it anymore. I'm sorry."

That day, I sat across from my wife Seo-ah with the feeling that it was the end of something.

It was a little over two years since Seo-ah and I had married.

Han Seo-ah. She'd been a queencard on campus from her very first year — a slim waist, a full chest, and hips so strikingly, prominently wide that while she herself called them her complex, whenever the male students pictured Seo-ah, it was always that huge pelvis and those broad hips that came to mind first.

Compared to her, I was a man with nothing special about me at all. The reason someone like me ended up marrying her — so Seo-ah says — is that she watched me all through university: always nearby, always covering for her, always taking her side. And seeing that, she made up her mind.

Frankly, I never even dared imagine that a woman like Seo-ah might be interested in me. I was quietly keeping to myself when, one day, she started hovering around me — and I, being a red-blooded man, was happy just to breathe the same air as her, so I simply kept watching as she drifted closer.

Then I noticed how often she came sprinting to late lectures on an empty stomach, so I began keeping a little snack stashed away to hand her after class. When the forecast promised rain, I'd pack a second umbrella for the scatterbrain — she never remembered hers — and time my walk past the lecture hall just as class let out, so I'd find her standing there tearful under the downpour and hand it over with an offhand, oh, I just happened to have a spare. When she left her phone behind at her favorite café, I'd quietly retrieve it and slip it into her bag at the library.

It was a kind of unrequited love. Even so, I always carried the belief that someone like Seo-ah was simply out of my reach. Having finished my military service, I spent those two years of campus life by her side all the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠same.

Seo-ah was the famous queencard of the school — always busy, always scattered, always surrounded by men: blind dates, clubs, parties. Naturally there were plenty of one-night stands too, and it looked like she was sleeping with quite a few of the popular, well-off guys. But it was all just rumor; not once did I ever see a man who was officially dating Seo-ah.

And then we became seniors on the verge of graduation. Praised all through school as an excellent student, I'd already landed a research post at a major corporation. Seo-ah, too, thanks to her beauty and her sweet, cheerful personality, had secured a job early on — not a corporate giant, but a solid mid-tier company. We were nearing the end of the tedious second semester of senior year, the stretch where all that remained was to graduate, go out into the world, and live diligently, when Seo-ah came up to me out of nowhere.

"Sunbae, what are you doing today? Anything keeping you busy?"

"Huh? Me? You mean me?"

I was flustered. We'd shared a campus for two years, but I genuinely couldn't recall a single time Seo-ah had ever spoken to me first. That's how indifferent she'd always been toward me.

"Then who else is here besides you, Sunbae?"

"Well, no, nothing's on today, but... what is it? Something you need?"

"Hmm~ I suppose it is a favor? Could you buy me a drink today?"

"Huh? A drink? Out of nowhere?"

At the sudden request, the first thing to flash through my mind was my threadbare allowance and how little was left of my part-time pay. Buying Seo-ah a drink would take serious money — that was the assumption I leapt to.

"Aigoo~ I don't eat fancy stuff~ Tsk. Just buy me some pork bone stew and a bottle of soju~"

My face went hot — I could tell my money worries had shown right through my expression.

"No, eat whatever you like. My treat — something good."

"No, really — pork bone stew and soju is perfect. Then I'll see you in front of the library after class. It's a promise, Sunbae~"

And the sight of her scurrying off, quick little steps carrying her away, was beautiful beyond words.

"Sunbae, you know, there's something I've been curious about."

We really did go drink soju over pork bone stew. It was my first time alone with Seo-ah over drinks, and I'd hoped to take her somewhere a little nicer, but she dug her heels in so hard that this was where we ended up.

"Yeah? What's that?"

The evening was a cheerful one. Seo-ah led things, and a pleasantly easy mood carried the drinks along.

Then, when we'd both gotten a nice buzz going, she asked out of absolutely nowhere:

"So how come you've never asked me out, Sunbae? You like me. Don't you?"

"Uh? Th-that's... why would you say that all of a sudden?"

I panicked all over again, certain she'd seen straight through me, and my face burned red.

"Kekeke, Sunbae, even your ears have gone red~ Hohoho. Did I hit the bullseye?"

"N-no, asked you out? Why on earth would I ever—"

"Oh my? Then what is it~ You don't like me, Sunbae?"

"No—no, that's not what I meant. Seo-ah, I mean, that is... I, I..."

I was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stumbling badly over my words.

"Is it because you think I'm a slut too, Sunbae? Is that why you never asked?"

"No, no~ Who would? Who'd say a thing like that?"

"Tsk~ I know all about it, you know. The guys go around saying I must be amazing in bed, right? And that this one or that one already got a piece of me, right? I hear it all. What do you take me for, an idiot? But I don't care. As long as I know the truth, who gives a damn~ You, though — you care, Sunbae. Did you ever think that way about me too?"

"N-no~ No, no, I've never once thought that. Never."

"Hehe. Then we're good."

With that, Seo-ah went quiet for a moment, her gaze resting calmly on the window.

And then, without so much as a glance my way, she said it low, like a whisper:

"Sunbae, you do like me, right? Tell me honestly. Do you really, truly like me?"

……

A silence that felt like an eternity drifted by. Seo-ah still wasn't looking at me — just out the window.

"It's fine if you don't. But just this once, tell me the truth."

……

I took one long, deep breath, and with my head bowed, unable to meet her eyes, I whispered quietly:

"I like you."

In an instant Seo-ah's gaze swung from the window back to me, her eyes going round, and she asked again:

"I can't hear you, Sunbae. I didn't quite catch that. What was it?"

A delighted smile was playing at the corners of her mouth.

"I said I like you. There. Happy now?"

"Kyaaaa~!"

Seo-ah squealed, slid over into the seat beside me, and flung her arms around me in a fierce hug.

"It's real, right? No take-backs? You said it once — so now you have to like me till the very end?"

I couldn't tell what had her so thrilled, but she clung to my neck and rejoiced without end.

"Uh—yeah, okay, Seo-ah. But I'm really nothing special, though. Why me??"

"What do you mean, nothing special, Oppa? You were always earnest, always working hard, always right there beside me, always looking after me. Do you think I'm stupid? I noticed everything. Did you really think I never noticed how you'd appear out of thin air, ding~ every single time I needed something? I kept telling myself, he'll confess one of these days~ and just kept waiting and waiting, and then—boo-hoo~—I realized that once we graduate I might never see you again. That I couldn't live without you, Sunbae — what was I going to do? I worried myself half to death over it~ Hng~"

I was floored. That a queencard ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like Seo-ah would give her heart to a man as utterly ordinary and timid as me — I truly couldn't have dreamed it up.

"Oppa — I can call you Oppa now, right? No, I'm calling you Oppa, period. Is that okay? If not, too bad. Seo-ah has already decided. Hehe."

"Yeah, okay, Seo-ah. I'm a man with plenty of shortcomings, and me, dating you... does that even add up? I'm worried that from the outside, people will think you're a joke for it..."

"Again — if you keep saying that, I'm seriously going to get mad. Don't say it anymore."

"Okay, okay. Understood."

"Let's toast. Whatever else, today is our first day, you know."

"Right. Let's toast. Cheers~"

"Oppa, but... do you want to go do it?"

"Pfft— hack, cough... Huh? What? What did you say?"

"Aigoo, look how startled you are.. Hehe."

"Seo-ah, have you made up your mind to torment me to death today?"

"I'm not tormenting you.. Oppa, really — do you want to go do it? You're curious too, aren't you? Whether Seo-ah's a dirty little slut or not. You're curious, right?"

"No, no.. I really don't think that. I swear."

"Let's go do it anyway. Oppa, I'm actually a virgin."

"Huh? What? What did you just say?"

"Ugh, shit, whatever — when a girl says this, you're just supposed to grab her and drag her off, come on~"

And that was how Seo-ah became my woman — and the moment we graduated, Seo-ah rushed us into marriage.

For about the first two years of married life, I truly believe we were happy — genuinely, thoroughly happy. But then came that day, and a storm broke over the two of us.