Chapter 1 — My Wife and My Best Friend

I'm an ordinary office worker, married for nearly ten years, approaching forty.

In the early days of our marriage, I couldn't keep my hands off my wife. But now, things have grown distant.

It's not that love has faded—rather, it's the dullness of familiarity. The body I once craved has become routine, and with the certainty that she's mine, jealousy no longer stirs. Sex became listless, mechanical.

For various reasons, intimacy turned less into passion and more into obligation—a defensive act, not desire.

Then I discovered cuckolding fantasy. And in the quiet corners of my mind, I began to wish for it.

One day, I let that wish slip to my wife.

I told her to let another man hold her.

She looked at me, tears in her eyes. "Do you not love me anymore?"

I couldn't answer.

We entered a cold war. I convinced myself such things could only exist in fantasy, never in reality.

But years later, that fantasy began to flicker with possibility—especially whenever my best friend, David Park, came to visit.

I noticed things. My wife paying more attention to her appearance. When she knew he was coming, she'd put on heavier makeup, wear short skirts, low-cut blouses—clothes she never wore otherwise.

I started wondering: did my wife have feelings for David Park?

"Become a more daring woman," I said one night. "Let another man hold you. Then he'll see how sexy you really are."

"Really?"

She didn't look disgusted. In fact, her expression was… intrigued.

So I spoke more seriously, laying bare my deepest desire.

"I think I'd love you even more if I saw you with another man. The jealousy—it would make me burn for you."

She said nothing.

Later, during sex, I brought it up again.

"If you keep saying that," she whispered, "maybe I will let someone else hold me. But strangers scare me. If it were your friend, David Park… I might consider it."

David Park had always admired my wife.

Ever since we were young, he'd ask after her. When he drank, he'd openly say things like, "She's so sexy," or "I'd love to hold her."

When my wife finally agreed, I contacted David Park.

At first, he didn't believe me. Then, when he realized it was real, he nearly jumped with joy.

Unlike me—slim, unremarkable—David Park was athletic, strong. And in high school, I once saw his cock in a sauna. It was monstrous, nothing like mine. A king's cock.

When my wife chose him, I felt a strange thrill. I wanted to see how she'd react to a cock so much larger than mine. It excited me.

But I didn't tell her about his size.

We set the date.

But my wife insisted: the first time had to be just the two of them.

I hesitated. But then I realized—if she said "first," that meant there could be a second. And that thought thrilled me more than anything.

So I agreed—on one condition: she would tell me everything afterward, without hiding a single detail.

The day arrived.

We met at our usual bar, the three of us. We drank, laughed, talked about mundane things. But my wife's eyes were different—damp, shimmering, alive.

"Mrs. Kim," David Park said, grinning. "How about we send your husband home and go on a date?"

She laughed, bright and happy.

We left the bar. As they walked ahead, my wife looped her arm through David Park's, laughing, chatting. I followed a few steps behind.

"Alright," I said when we reached the hotel. "I'll stay here."

They turned. She looked at me—no guilt, no hesitation. Then, hand in hand, they disappeared inside.

I went home alone. We parted at exactly 8 p.m.

My mind raced. Was it hurting her? What expression was on her face? I could think of nothing but her.

Two hours passed. I expected her back in thirty minutes. But she didn't come.

I was crushed.

At 2 a.m., I finally heard the front door open.

She walked into the bedroom.

"You just got back? Did you have fun?"

"You're still awake?"

She climbed onto the bed.

Under the dim light, she slipped off her dress.

And I froze.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath. No bra, no panties. Not even stockings. Just that thin dress—nothing else.

"I did exactly what you wanted," she said softly. "I was held, over and over, until I was completely worn out."

"Good. You did well."

I pulled her close, praising her.

"How was it?"

"It was incredible. I screamed so loud my throat hurts. And… I gave my second virginity to David Park."

"Second virginity? You mean… behind too?"

"Hmm. Not exactly. The first time was with you—that was my real first, and I still think of it as my only true beginning. But… there was a place inside me no one had ever touched. Not even I knew it existed. David Park reached it. He conquered it. It felt… just like losing my virginity all over again. A shock I've never felt before."

"That good?"

"Yes. I was stunned. His cock is enormous. I could barely wrap both hands around it, and the head still stuck out. Thick too—so thick my fingers couldn't circle it. I thought it would tear me."

"And it went inside?"

"Yes. At first, it hurt. But David Park was slow, gentle. Later, I realized it had gone in all the way—to the root. I was shocked… but when he said, 'All of it's inside,' and started moving… I burst into tears."

"Because it hurt? Or because you were happy?"

"No. It wasn't pain or joy. I don't know how to explain it. But when it was buried to the hilt, I… reached my limit. My mind went blank. I entered a state of nothingness. It was like my brain exploded. I cried uncontrollably as he thrust into me."

"…"

"I think… I came for the first time. Tears, snot, salt, cum—every hole poured out liquid."

"That must have been incredible. I want to see it. Next time… show me. Promise."

"Ah… really? You don't mind? I was conquered by another man."

"No. I love you more now."

I couldn't hold back. I pushed into her.

I was fully erect. But her pussy felt… loose.

No—looser. Undeniably slack.

"Is it because of David Park's cock? Did it stretch you?"

"I can't help it. It was inside me for over three hours."

"What? Three hours?"

"Mmm. At least that long, I think."

"The whole time?"

"Uh-huh. Except for a short break when we drank beer because my throat was dry. Maybe just under three hours total."

"That's… too long for a first time. How many times did you come?"

"Like I said… I reached that state of nothingness. I felt… truly alive as a woman for the first time. I thought, 'Men could never understand this.' It was like… what heaven must feel like."

Once, David Park had joked, laughing: Women think with their womb. They feel the world through it.

Now, I understood. My wife had been assaulted by a sensation beyond thought, beyond emotion—a raw, primal flood. She had touched nothingness.

And I couldn't last.

Not even two or three minutes in. Just hearing her whisper these things—overwhelming pleasure crashed over me. I came instantly, flooding her pussy with my cum.

She held me tightly, whispering.

"Did you feel jealous?"

"Yeah."

"Were you excited?"

"Yeah."

"You mustn't hate me."

"Hate you? I love you more every second. I want to see it. See you with him."

"Hmm… David Park also said I should let you watch, so you'd be even more jealous. But… if this keeps going, I might really fall in love with him. Is that okay?"

"…"

"What if you keep having sex this intense? You might never be satisfied with me again. What then?"

"If you're happy, if you feel pleasure… that is my happiness. The more you feel, the more I feel. If you lose yourself in sex with him, I'll burn with excitement. So if David Park can make you feel that deeply… don't be afraid. Just let go. Let him have you."

"I will… my love. Thank you."

We kept talking, whispering about sex, and I wanted her again.

But she said she was too tired. "Let's talk more tomorrow," she said. "We'll do it tomorrow."

Soon, she fell asleep in my arms, breathing softly like a child.

I watched her quietly.

This beautiful, naked body—completely exposed, completely used—had been enjoyed freely by David Park.

And she had surrendered completely to the first man who truly felt her.

My cock stayed hard.

It had been a long day—yet it felt so short.

But from that day on, my wife changed. There was no doubt.

Our relationship—hers, mine, and David Park's—transformed.

A wife. Two husbands.

And her beauty only grew, radiant, irresistible—pleasuring us all in ways we never imagined.