Chapter 3 — My Friend and the 3S - Part One (3)

"Come on, Daniel, let's go in together…."

"No way, you bastard. You go ahead and enjoy yourself…."

"Daniel… I'm moved to tears by your friendship. Seriously, thank you."

"You little shit. But make sure you send Emma over for sure, got it?"

"I can't handle the aftermath."

"Stop worrying. Who the hell do you think I am?"

David strutted toward the bathroom, his thick cock swaying heavily with each step, like an excited child about to unwrap a long-awaited gift.

Click.

Emma hadn't even locked the bathroom door.

Honestly, I couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment. Sure, I'd come here with intentions, but still—couldn't she at least lock the damn door before showering?

Click.

David closed the bathroom door behind him and pressed the door switch to lock it.

Doesn't want to be interrupted, huh?

But the moment that click echoed, a wild, uncontrollable excitement surged inside me again. Blood rushed to my cock, and the thick head twitched, throbbing with anticipation.

I crept silently toward the bathroom, careful not to make a sound.

Shhhhhhh

The steady stream of shower water.

"David…?"

Emma's startled voice.

"Emma… I can't take it anymore."

David's voice, low and lustful.

"What if Daniel comes in…?"

At that moment, I realized—I was nothing but a third wheel in her mind.

He was David. I was just Daniel?

A bitter sigh escaped me. But alongside the sting of betrayal, an undeniable thrill coursed through my nerves.

"Don't worry. Daniel's resting—he said he's tired."

"You bastard… When the hell did I say I was sleeping?"

I couldn't help but marvel at David's slick manipulation. The way he effortlessly eased her fears was nothing short of masterful.

"Just stay still for a sec."

"Ah, stop, that tickles! Heehee… David, stop, it tickles!"

Emma's voice, no longer laced with hesitation. She wasn't thinking of me anymore. She was sinking into the moment with him.

The sound of falling water muffled their whispers, but I could still catch Emma's giggles, and David's groans growing louder with each passing second.

Holding my breath, I focused every ounce of attention on them. A strange, new kind of pleasure washed over me—different from before, deeper, darker.

Quietly, I gripped my own cock, stroking its twitching length with a pitiful tenderness.

Thud… thud…

Was he inside her? The sound of pounding flesh echoed from behind the door.

"Haaah… Emma… ughhh…"

Thud-thud-thud-thud

"Ahhh… David… it's so good… I'm going crazy!"

Emma always moaned loudly during sex. Back when we were newlyweds, our neighbors once called the police, mistaking her screams for a violent assault.

It took a full explanation to the 112 patrol officers to calm things down.

Even now, the memory makes my face burn.

And now, she was screaming just as wildly—but the cock driving into her belonged to someone else.

"Emma… it feels just like old times… God, I've missed this."

"Me too… mmm… it's so good… I'm losing my mind…"

"Me too… I'm gonna… I'm gonna… AAAAAAAH!"

My body tensed, overwhelmed. I jerked my cock violently.

Thud…

David's thrusts grew harder, more forceful—his breathing ragged, his strength waning.

"Ah…!"

Emma's shriek pierced the air, sharp and unfiltered.

Thud… thud…

For some reason, tonight, her sexy moans were driving me wilder than ever.

Uuuuuuuuugh!

My cock erupted, spewing cum into the air like a fountain.

A second orgasm followed, then a wave of deep, languid exhaustion.

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud…

David was nearing his climax.

"AAAAAAAH!"

Emma's final, piercing scream.

"Ughhh…"

The showerhead continued to pour water without pause.

---

"Was it good today?"

"Yeah… it was amazing…"

I stopped the car at a red light and glanced at Emma.

"Wanna do it again when we get home?"

"Ugh, you're such a pervert… hahaha."

"But Emma…"

"Yeah…?"

She looked at my lips, waiting quietly.

"You were incredible today… I almost lost it completely."

"Ugh, you're so embarrassing… stop it."

Truthfully, I'd wanted to explain the rules of the wife-sharing arrangement to her.

I'd meant to say that if she met him behind my back, it wasn't the arrangement—it was just plain cheating.

But the fear that she might already have been meeting David without me… that thought silenced me.

Could she really…?

---

Months after the wife-sharing arrangement with David…

I'd forgotten my phone at home that morning, so I called the house.
Most of my work contacts were saved only on my phone—I needed my wife's help.

But the call wouldn't go through. Ring after ring, no answer.

"Did she go to the supermarket?"

I shrugged it off at first, deciding to head home and pick it up myself.

As I drove into the apartment's underground parking and climbed the stairs, I spotted a familiar car parked right beneath the stairwell.

A white Korando.

David's car.

His flashy, over-decorated vehicle was hard to miss.

Instantly, cold sweat broke out across my back. My heartbeat accelerated.

The fear I'd buried was now staring me in the face.

What should I do?

Should I act like nothing's wrong, like a cuckold who pretends not to notice four feet under the sheets?

Or should I confront them both and end this madness?

I racked my brain, but no answer came.

"Fuck it. Pretend I never saw it."

I turned the car around and drove back to work.

But all day, I couldn't focus. My mind was flooded with images of Emma and David tangled together.

---

That night.

"Where were you today…?"

"Huh? Why?"

"I called earlier, but you didn't pick up."

"..."

Emma hesitated—her telltale sign. When she lies, she always freezes for a second.

She's terrible at deception.

"Why are you suddenly mute? I asked where you went."

"Just a friend who dropped by for a bit…"

"Who? Sun-mi?"

"No… someone you don't know."

"The security guard told me a man came to our place earlier."

Of course, that was a lie. I was a damn professional at this.

"Who?"

"He said a man he'd never seen before came and stayed a long time."

"I don't know anything about that."

Heheheh. You're caught.

"You damn old bastard! Who the hell do you think you are, calling my wife a slut?"

I stomped toward the bedroom door, pretending to rage.

"Where are you going?"

"Where do you think? I'm gonna go beat the shit out of that bastard!"

"I'll chew him up and spit him out!"

"Wait… wait, honey, please!"

Emma came running out, breathless, grabbing my arm.

Just as I thought. Hehehe.

"Wait… just listen…"

She hesitated again, gathering courage.

"Today… David came by."

"What? Why the hell did he come?"

I stared at her, calm, unreadable.

"He's getting married next month… so… we… one last time…"

She walked into the kitchen, gulped down a glass of cold water, then turned back to me.

I stood frozen at the entrance, silent, watching her.

"I'm sorry, Daniel…"

Her eyes welled up, pleading.

"Emma… I'll forgive you this once. But never again."

"I know… I told him it was the last time. I wouldn't have done it otherwise."

"But… was it better than with me?"

"..."

She hesitated again.

"…A little. But only because of the thrill of being with another man. Otherwise… it's the same as with you."

"Really?"

"I swear. It's true."

Her words sounded sincere.

"Emma… I'm dying to fuck you. Suck me, please."

"Okay… take your clothes off quickly."

That night, sex with Emma was nothing short of magical.

And I decided to forgive both her and David.

Why?

Because, you see… David is getting married.

Kukukukuk…

How could I not forgive them?

I'm already getting hard again. Kikikiki…