Chapter 1 — A Married Woman - Part 1 (1)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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She was a thirty-two-year-old full-time housewife. Officially thirty-one on paper—but she was a Chinese zodiac rat, so she knew how it went.

It had been four years since she got married. Her name was Sarah Kim, and she lived near Olympic Park, in an apartment complex that was considered prestigious.

There was still so much she feared in this world. She was 169 centimeters tall—though she usually said 167 when asked. For a woman, that was quite tall. She'd had no shortage of awkward moments because of her height.

She hadn't given birth yet, and she'd had one abortion.

Lately, her husband had suddenly started pressuring her about having a second child, but honestly? She wasn't even thinking about it.

She weighed just under 55 kilograms. Bust – 35.5 inches, waist – 26 inches, hips – 36 inches.

Her hips were a bit wide, she thought, rereading what she'd just written to make sure she wasn't exaggerating.

Aside from shaving off 0.4 inches from her waist and 0.5 from her hips, this seemed pretty accurate.

By now, it was clear she was somewhat unusual for a Korean woman's body type.

The truth was, because of her physical traits, she hadn't lived a smooth life—and that's how she'd ended up where she was now.

She would slowly peel herself open, layer by layer, like a diary entry. Or rather, strip herself bare.

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As soon as her husband left for work, she blurted out:

“Fucking hell!!! What the fuck is wrong with you? Why won't some ghost just take you already?”

It wasn't entirely her fault that she'd become like this. Looking back now, she'd been introduced through a matchmaker to a man, gone drinking with him, and under the influence of alcohol, she'd been practically kidnapped and carried into a motel.

That man became her current husband, James Park. She lost her virginity to him and eventually married him.

People assumed that if a woman was attractive, she must have had countless men. Unfortunately, that hadn't been her.

She hadn't grown up with particularly conservative parents, yet strangely, she'd made it to twenty-eight without ever being with a man, working at an office all the while.

The only difference between her and other female coworkers was that empty vending machine coffee cups always piled up on her desk, and despite doing the same work, her superiors and seniors never stopped praising her.

She truly didn't know yin from yang—she'd wasted those precious youthful years cluelessly. And she thought that was just how things should be.

Without any strong values, she just drifted along. No matter how progressive the times claimed to be, the male colleagues at her workplace were surprisingly innocent.

Even when she gave them plenty of chances, they'd freeze up the moment they stood before her, desperately clinging to their dignity.

They tried so hard to impress her that they'd completely miss the opportunity—even when she practically handed it to them. Absolute fools.

Honestly, there were times she was so curious about sex that when she heard office rumors about promiscuous female coworkers and their encounters, she couldn't help but feel intense envy. Seriously.

Her husband had been a bookworm since school days—came from that kind of family too. He was the second son among three brothers and one sister. He was thirty-five now, three years older than her—born in the Year of the Monkey.

Just mentioning his alma mater made people go "Wow~~~" He had that kind of pedigree.

Of course, she wasn't academically gifted—ended up graduating from some university in Seongnam with a degree in early childhood education. They weren't meant for each other intellectually.

Her eldest brother-in-law worked at a district prosecutor's office in Seoul. The youngest brother was currently studying abroad at a state university in Canada. And her sister-in-law, who was a year younger than her, had married a plastic surgeon and lived in luxury, enjoying every privilege.

She knew long preambles in erotic stories could be boring, but if she skipped ahead, the reader would miss something crucial. Please bear with her.

The reason she'd grown increasingly frustrated with her husband lately wasn't because he didn't earn enough, nor because he treated her poorly.

What it meant, at her age, to live in a 42-pyeong apartment near Olympic Park—one of the most expensive areas in Jamsil—was significant.

Her husband had many hobbies—audio equipment, fishing, fish collecting. But his obsession with audio gear was driving her insane.

When they got married, she'd brought in a decent new model from Lotte Mania—not professional grade, but perfectly usable.

But that got demoted to "guest system" ages ago.

Her husband frequented specialty audio shops. His amp? Some MacQueen Toshi MC 1000—supposedly a legendary piece. His speakers were JBL 4344s, but he complained they lacked depth in sound.

Recently, he'd bought Goldmund Mimesis Epilogue 3 speakers, then claimed the resonance was off, switched the amp to a Marantz vacuum tube K-1 project, then changed the speakers again—to Tannoy Westminster Royals. Only then did he seem satisfied.

She didn't know exactly how much he'd spent, but it was easily several thousand dollars. Not that it mattered to her—it was like cake in a painting. Completely out of reach.

She wasn't allowed to touch any of it, didn't know how to operate it, and ended up listening to her old wedding-set audio. Not that she listened to music much anyway.

Better off sneaking out to the video rental shop in the apartment complex when her husband wasn't home, borrowing something like Madam Cow's Swinging Udders or Madam Turtle in Heat series.

That part she could tolerate. But what truly drove her mad? Her husband's sex habits…

Yeah. Since she'd decided to confess everything, from now on she'd speak directly—no more beating around the bush.

Her husband was terrible in bed. Even though she was inexperienced, she'd reached the point where his excuses and twisted logic made her skin crawl. Fucking hell~~~

His penis was average—neither big nor small. Visually, maybe thirteen to fourteen centimeters when erect.

And whatever nonsense he'd picked up somewhere, his idea of foreplay was spitting all over her body and licking her like a dog. She couldn't even say no.

She tried to endure it, but the stench of his saliva on her neck and behind her ears made her want to vomit.

And when he did cunnilingus, he sucked so hard he thought women pass out from pleasure, throwing every ounce of strength into sucking her pussy—

But that wasn't pleasure. That was pain. Pure pain.

At least during intercourse, if he'd just thrust steadily for ten minutes without fancy moves, that would have been fine.

But no—he lasted barely two or three minutes, panting like a shepherd dog in summer, spurting like a rabbit, then rolled over and said nothing.

If she stayed silent, he got offended.

“Honey, that was good, right? Hahaha… You're such a lucky woman…”

“But… honey… do all other men do it like you?”

“What are you talking about now?”

“You seem a bit short.”

“What? Ah~no~way~ You're just a gifted woman—that's why.”

“But last time, when we watched that porn… they lasted longer…”

“Hahaha. Those guys are on drugs, okay? Listen—women have three types of vaginas: triangular, jar-shaped, and U-shaped. Triangular ones are shallow, so the penis slips out easily. Jar-shaped ones are narrow at the entrance, but inside it's like the Han River—too loose, not stimulating enough for men. But yours? It's U-shaped. You know what they call that? Long-co, right? Anyway, your vagina tightly grips the penis. That's why I can't last long.”

…Fucking hell. If you can't perform, shut the fuck up or don't start at all. After getting her all worked up, he just rolled over and snored.

About a month ago, she'd started masturbating in the shower after enduring his one-sided sex sessions.

While soaping up, her fingers had accidentally brushed against her clitoris—tingling, so she kept rubbing. Eventually, she figured out the rhythm.

For the first time in four years of marriage, she experienced an orgasm. How pathetic. How pitiful she was.

Even yesterday, she'd wanted—just once—to feel an orgasm with her husband, so she'd tried to delay penetration as long as possible.

She'd waited until she was fully aroused, hoping that once they started intercourse, something might happen.

She'd even gotten used to his annoying habit of slathering spit all over her—strangely, it excited her a little.

Truth was, most women preferred being licked like a cat rather than a dog.

A dry tongue worked best—no moisture. Wondering how to achieve that later, she thought she'd share it in advance for other husbands.

Stick your tongue out slightly. Then inhale slowly and deeply—sssshhhh. The moisture evaporates. There's some kind of thermal reaction—endothermic, maybe—and your tongue turns cool.

But in the end, she'd made a mistake. Her husband spread her pussy open and shoved his tongue inside.

“Ahh… ah-hah-haa…” She moaned, and her breath escaped—warm air hitting his face.

He couldn't resist anymore and thrust inside.

She'd known it. Just as she was starting to get turned on, she felt something twitch deep inside—then he pulled out completely.

Let her clarify something. Women's inner vaginal walls weren't that sensitive.

In erotic stories, you often read detailed descriptions of feeling semen seep in. Hmm. Think of it this way:

If you poke your skin—say, the back of your hand—with a pin, it hurts, right?

Now imagine stabbing your stomach—your internal organs. Any organ inside. It'll hurt, yes, but differently.

Inside the vagina? Not much sensation. The most sensitive parts were near the entrance and just beyond. Actually, the external genitalia were far more sensitive.

Anyway, last night, after her husband fell asleep, she slipped into the guest room, placed a cushion under her ass, pressed down, and rubbed her thighs together.

She felt electric shocks, took deep breaths, then returned to bed. But seeing her husband's limp, spent cock filled her with disgust.

“Fucking idiot… How can a man be this useless?”

Right now, she honestly saw her husband as an enemy. An enemy…

She was vacuuming the house, sucking up dust, when the vibration from the machine sent subtle tremors through her pussy.

“Ugh… I'm getting turned on just from a vacuum cleaner's vibration? How sensitive I've become… you damn dog~~~"

So she removed the attachment nozzle and pressed the vacuum hose directly against her pussy—over her light dress, of course.

Never do this on bare skin~~~ You might suck up all kinds of secretions and accessories stuck to your pussy—big trouble.

She turned off the vacuum, sat on the sofa, tossed off her slip dress, and began stroking her pussy—

Riiing! Riiing!

“Yes… hello?”

She answered the phone while still caressing the mound of her pussy.

“Oh my god!!! Director Min~~~ How long has it been?”

“Hey, Miss Kim. Doing well? Honey dripping lately?”

“I've missed you so much, Director… Huhu.”

“Well, actually…”

“Yes, Director?”

“There's been a reorganization at our company.”

“Oh? So?”

She'd heard the company was going through a rough patch.

“Yeah. New funds came in, investors increased—things are manageable now. Oh, and Manager Kang resigned—kind of a scapegoat, really.”

“And…?”

“Yeah. I've been promoted—technically honorary, but I'm now a department head.”

“Wow!! Such a bold promotion. Director… no, Director Min, congratulations!”

“So… do you think you could spare some time?”

“Wha—what for?”

“Well… I've drafted a new plan. When things were tough, many employees were laid off illegally.”

“Yes… you were at risk too, back then”

“Heh… somehow I survived… Anyway, workload's suddenly spiked, so we need temporary staff…”

“Oh? Really?”

“Who knows how long the company will last. So I proposed hiring former specialists on a part-time basis…”

“Oh!! Of course, with high pay. Six hours a day, thirty thousand won per hour…”

“Alternate Saturdays off. Good income, and since they're not full-time, the company gains flexibility…”

“Of course, Miss Kim—you've got a husband who earns well, so money's not an issue. But Miss Choi, Miss Park, Miss Lim, Miss Ko—all your former colleagues—are starting next week. If you're interested, call me. My number's the same. Remember?”

“Of course I remember. How could I forget Director Min's number?”

“So… you're in?”

“Yes. I'll discuss it with my husband and call you back. Probably… I'll decide to join. But I'll talk to him first.”

She left it at that, but in truth, her mind was already made up.

The moment she hung up, her body trembled with a new kind of excitement.

“It's on. This is it. Time to play for real. What do you gain lying on a stone slab? You've got to go to sea to catch big fish.”

Ah~~~ And just thinking of Director Min made her pussy heat up.

He was thirty-five four years ago—so now he was thirty-nine.

And Director Min had always been one of the kindest superiors she'd had. Other seniors treated her well too, but…

You know how it was? Even if everyone treated you nicely, there was just someone you were drawn to…

That was him. His hair—never styled, never greasy—always fell naturally over his forehead.

Even with those trendy, rimless glasses with a hint of purple, he dressed so stylishly for his age that he stole the hearts of every woman in the office.

Once, their entire department had gone on a picnic to Boramae Outdoor Swimming Pool, not far from the office.

She'd said she didn't have a swimsuit, so she'd hesitated to join—but Director Min had gone to a nearby Adidas store and bought her a one-piece.

That day, she'd seen him half-naked. Ahhh~~~

At his age, not a trace of fat—only perfectly balanced, sculpted muscles. Honestly, he looked like a work of art.

And his swimming—especially butterfly stroke—was like watching a real butterfly gliding over water.

Of course, that day, she'd drawn the most attention.

But as they say, thieves swim best. Wearing a swimsuit for the first time as an adult, she'd felt awkward—couldn't hold her posture.

Walking felt like she was naked—her eyes kept darting downward, her steps stiff, like something was stuck between her legs.

But still, a tall, curvy woman wandering around in a swimsuit—no matter how plain—can't help but look sensual.

And since she didn't bring a swim cap, she'd let her long, wet hair hang loose, swaying with every step.

She bet every single bachelor employee—and even the married executives—spent that night hugging their wives like pigs, cursing the heavens.

Anyway, without much inner conflict, she'd already chosen Director Min as her first—maybe only—affair partner.

“Director Min definitely has feelings for me too!”

Back when she was single, even though he was married, she'd often found herself wondering: What if it were someone like him?

At the time, an affair with a married man felt like a distant dream—completely out of reach.

But now, thinking of how she'd spent years suffering with this pathetic excuse of a husband, she couldn't help but regret her past hesitation.

Her husband knew better than anyone that she'd been a virgin when they married—so he probably felt secure, leaving her idle at home.

That evening, when her husband came home, she set the dinner table, already decided—and informed him of Director Min's offer.

“What? Am I not earning enough?”

“No, it's not that. Staying home all day makes me feel powerless. I feel like I'm deteriorating.”

“Who the hell would hire someone like you?”

Fucking bastard!!! She almost cursed aloud… What the hell made him think he was so great? Fine… you piece of shit. Just wait and see how incapable she really was…

Ugh, what a worthless husband.

“It's my old company. They're struggling to find skilled workers.”

“It's fine if you want to try… but just go for a bit. Once you're back in shape, come home and focus on housework. Got it?”

“Look at that! Is there no limit to your stupidity? I'll show you, you moron…”

“Understood, sir. Bowing deeply~~~”

“Jesus… married to such an immature man. Tsk tsk~~”

After securing her husband's approval, she served him an especially reluctant blowjob that night.

When giving head, you must never move your tongue too aggressively—otherwise, that disgusting cum leaks into your mouth faster than expected.

As soon as she sensed he was about to come, she quickly mounted him, guiding his idiotic cock straight into her still-sticky pussy and slamming down.

Exactly as predicted—he erupted instantly, shooting pale, sticky cum deep inside her the moment his tip touched her entrance.

That night, she stayed awake nearly the entire time. For the first time since marriage, she failed to prepare her husband's breakfast.