Chapter 1 — My Wife's Group Sex

Our sex life had always followed a simple pattern: I would initiate, and my wife would grant permission.

Formally, I was the one leading—initiating sex—but in truth, every move, every rhythm, every climax was under her quiet command.

One day, my wife made a casual plan with her closest friend, and we agreed to meet as couples.

When we arrived, it was the Jenny Kim couple.

She had deliberately arranged the dinner without telling me—knowing full well that Jenny was the woman I had secretly desired for years.

With my birthday just days away, I begged her for a gift: to arrange a night of wife-swapping with Jenny and her husband.

She looked hesitant, almost reluctant, but after my persistent pleading, she checked with Jenny—and soon told me the date was set for a week later.

And so, a week later, we met at the Hyatt Hotel.

Even though we lived under the same Seoul sky, we were so busy that we barely saw each other a few times a year. My job kept me at the office late most nights, and my wife's marketing career meant weekends were often the only time we had together.

My wife’s friendships were mostly limited to regular gatherings and occasional parties—so meeting Jenny, her dearest friend, felt especially intimate. The two women had been close for nearly a decade, meeting up for dinner whenever their schedules aligned.

And for me, who had always quietly admired Jenny, the excitement was undeniable. She was married to Michael, a businessman who traveled frequently for work but always made time for couple dinners when he was in town.

The mere thought of being inside her kept me aroused all day.

My wife noticed, and with a teasing scowl, she snapped, not quite a scold but close enough:

“Already hard like that? How are you going to last when it really counts?”

“Heh heh… better safe than sorry. I’ve had plenty of practice with you—shouldn’t be a problem. Right?”

“Ugh… I wonder if I’ve trained you too well—just so Jenny can have all the fun. Hohoho.”

She flashed me a playful glare, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Just then, Jenny and her husband arrived.

We met at the sky lounge, shared light greetings, caught up on life—careful to avoid any mention of sex.

Then my wife spoke up.

“Let’s head to the room I booked. Jenny, remember that room we had last time?”

“Yeah… spacious, nice vibe, great view.”

Wait… what? When did they stay here together? What secret had I missed?

My eyes met Jenny’s husband’s—both of us confused.

Jenny quickly explained, flustered.

“Oh, uh… we stayed overnight here during a girls’ night. Just me and the girls.”

My wife’s lips curled slightly—like she was about to kiss her.

“Right. That night I came home at five in the morning…”

Now I remembered. She’d told me she was out with college friends, told me not to wait, to go to sleep.

And the next day, she came home around five—completely wrecked.

She suddenly hooked her arm through mine and pulled me toward the elevator. Jenny did the same with her husband.

The room my wife had booked was spacious—two queen beds, a stunning view stretching from the Han River to Yeouido.

For a split second, my eyes locked with Jenny’s husband’s.

And in that glance, we exchanged something dark, knowing—a sly, almost wicked smile passed between us.

Was it true? Had it really happened?

That look told me everything.

And within thirty minutes, I would find myself in the most absurd, humiliating situation of my life—one that would plunge our marriage into a long, icy cold war.

“Let the women go first,” my wife said. “We’ll take longer, after all.”

“Fine by us.”

Jenny and my wife disappeared into the bathroom, while we pulled out beers from the fridge and lit cigarettes.

Jenny’s husband turned on the TV—and predictably, a porn scene played on screen.

Two men taking on an Asian woman. Double penetration in full swing.

Without a word, both our cocks began to rise.

When the women emerged from the shower, they clicked their tongues in mock disgust.

“Ugh… men can’t even wait a minute.”

“Says the ones who’ll be doing the same. Anyway… hurry up and shower, gentlemen.”

They painted us as crude perverts—even as they clearly enjoyed giving their pussies to those very perverts.

And as we stepped into the shower, they giggled behind us—talking about cock size, stamina, who was better positioned.

When I came out, I naturally moved toward Jenny.

Her husband moved toward my wife.

Jenny lightly touched my cock—and it twitched like a spring released.

“Ooh… firm. Let’s see how long you can last.”

“Haha… I’ve been training hard. Won’t come too fast, don’t worry.”

“We’ll see about that.”

She took my cock into her mouth.

At the same time, I glanced at the other bed—my wife was already giving Jenny’s husband head while he thrust into her pussy.

I was lost in the sensation of Jenny’s lips—floating, drifting—when her phone suddenly rang.

She kept one hand on my cock as she stood and answered it on the table.

“Yeah, Room 3 on the 8th floor… it’s open. Come in.”

Her husband, still buried in my wife’s pussy, looked up.

“They’re here? A bit late…”

My wife turned to Jenny.

“Who’s coming?”

“Oh… just a last-minute thing. A friend from back in the U.S.—she knows my husband too. He wanted to invite her as a surprise…”

“Ugh, Jenny, why didn’t you tell us? My husband’s going to be shocked.”

I still hadn’t grasped what was happening.

Jenny still had her hand on my cock—I couldn’t think straight.

She leaned in and asked me:

“Is it okay if one more joins? My husband really wants to try it with this guy. He’s in IT parts import—really a good guy.”

“Uh… sure, I guess…”

“You don’t mind, right? I mean, one more man—can’t hurt. Though you might have to… share a bit more tonight.”

I understood immediately.

My wife laughed.

“Oh, so your husband gets to relax a little. Hohoho.”

A moment later, a strikingly handsome man walked in, casually dressed.

We were all naked—awkward, exposed.

Jenny introduced him.

“This is my husband. This is my friend. And her husband.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Go shower fast—we just started.”

She pushed him toward the bathroom and returned to me.

That’s when it hit me—fully.

I whispered to my wife.

“What the hell is going on?”

“What do you mean? You see what’s happening. Jenny invited a friend.”

“So who’s going to do what with who?”

Jenny’s husband jumped in, almost apologetically.

“He just got back from abroad—my wife and he started a project together. He’s been divorced a while. We had a double date tonight, so I invited him to join. I thought we’d talked about it…”

He shot Jenny a look.

“Sorry,” she said. “I’ve been so busy—forgot to tell you. But he’s a guest. Could you… let him have my husband? Just this once… a threesome. It’s okay, right?”

She turned to my wife, pleading.

My wife looked at me.

“Well… I don’t mind. But my husband…”

Suddenly, the decision was mine.

I was annoyed—angry, even.

No warning. One more man invited. And now my wife was expected to have sex with Jenny’s husband while this stranger joined?

I’d hoped she’d say no.

But instead, she looked… excited. Curious. Ready.

I stayed silent.

Jenny slowly wrapped her lips around my cock again.

I couldn’t suppress a moan.

She pulled off, smiling.

“I’ll make you come three times tonight. Just relax…”

I glanced at my wife.

She and Jenny’s husband were already in a 69—tongues deep, bodies grinding.

Then the man stepped out of the shower.

And I froze.

His cock was massive—nothing like a Korean man’s.

My wife, deep in the 69, looked up—and her eyes widened.

“Jenny…”

But Jenny was too busy sucking me to answer.

I flinched—Jenny looked up too.

She moved her hand from my cock to her lips and said to my wife:

“Hohoho… let’s see how well you handle it.”

My wife said to Jenny’s husband:

“Put it in now.”

He slid into her pussy without hesitation.

A soft moan escaped her lips—then she took the stranger’s cock into her mouth.

And just like that, my wife was in a threesome.

I couldn’t just watch.

I flipped Jenny onto her stomach and thrust into her.

She gasped.

“Think you can keep up? You’ll have to last… Ah… Ah…”

“Hah… hah… I’ll try…”

I varied my rhythm—long, short, teasing—trying to stay in control.

But I couldn’t focus.

My wife’s movements pulled all my attention.

She switched positions—straddling the stranger, riding him from above.

Jenny’s husband quickly shoved his cock into her mouth.

As that huge cock filled her, my wife fully surrendered to pleasure.

There she was—my wife—riding a stranger, sucking her best friend’s husband—completely lost in lust.

I was inside Jenny—but all I could see was my wife.

And then it hit me.

Her ass was empty.

I made my decision.

I pulled out and asked Jenny:

“Would you mind… a different game? One where you take all three men at once?”

“Hah… hah… I’ve done it… but it’s exhausting. You want it now?”

“Yes.”

“Then go ahead. My turn next…”

With her permission, I moved toward my wife.

She didn’t even notice me—lost in rhythm, servicing both men with her mouth and pussy.

I pressed gently on her back.

She naturally released Jenny’s husband and leaned her chest onto the stranger’s.

Jenny’s husband dropped to his knees, guiding his cock back into her mouth.

My wife lifted her hips slightly—allowing the stranger’s cock to stay deep—while I brought my fingers to her anus.

Her ass was thick, inviting.

I coated it with lube and slowly pushed in.

The stranger’s cock was so large it didn’t slip out even as she lifted—so I drove my cock into her ass in one smooth motion.

“Ahh… Ahhh…!”

Her scream echoed through the room.

The three of us pounded her—relentless.

Jenny’s husband groped her breasts while fucking her mouth.

The stranger gripped her waist, holding her steady.

Then Jenny came over—kissed me deeply.

A moment later, I turned her around and licked her ass.

My cock kept thrusting into my wife’s ass—but I couldn’t focus on both.

I pulled out and passed the baton to Jenny’s husband.

He took my place in her ass.

Jenny immediately pulled me into her pussy.

Minutes later, the stranger—still deep inside my wife—groaned.

“I’m gonna come…”

My wife and Jenny’s husband pulled out.

She turned—presented her ass to Jenny’s husband in a back attack.

Once he was buried in her ass, she attempted a standing double penetration.

Only possible because of the stranger’s length.

Both men stood—fucking her hard.

The stranger cried out.

“Ugh… ugh…!”

But Jenny’s husband kept going—pounding her ass.

My wife moaned.

“Ah… ah…”

Until finally, Jenny’s husband came—filling her ass.

As always, the result was the same—her pussy and ass overflowing with cum, indistinguishable whose was whose.

I couldn’t hold back.

I pulled out of Jenny and moved to my wife.

She knew what I wanted—offered her ass.

I mounted her from behind, like a stallion.

Her pussy was loose—still full of the stranger’s cum.

But I didn’t care.

As her walls tightened, I came—adding my load deep inside.

Her pussy spilled cum like a burst yogurt bottle.

I collapsed off her.

She fell onto the bed.

Only Jenny remained.

And the stranger—despite his massive release—was already hard again.

Jenny approached, stroked him with practiced hands.

He breathed heavily—fully erect in seconds.

I was stunned.

Not just the size—but to recover so fast after coming?

Jenny kissed the tip and whispered:

“You took Cialis, didn’t you?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been with you, Jenny. Gotta last. And with such a beautiful woman here… I had to give my all. Right?”

He glanced at my wife.

I rolled my eyes. Of course. I knew it.

But still—his cock was monstrous.

My wife lay on the bed, watching Jenny give him a blowjob.

Then Jenny’s husband—recovered—moved back to my wife’s pussy, sucking her gently.

Her pussy still glistened with unidentifiable cum.

She smiled at him—tenderly stroked his hair.

Turned on, I leaned down and sucked her nipples.

Her breath quickened.

Jenny’s husband slid back into her.

I pushed my cock into her mouth.

Jenny resumed sex with the stranger—and signaled me.

Like a ghost, I pulled out and went to her.

“My turn now.”

She sucked my cock hard, rough.

Then she called her husband.

He came—and just like my wife had done, Jenny took all three men at once.

The stranger beneath her, her husband in her ass, my cock in her mouth.

We’d all come once—so we lasted longer.

But one by one, within five minutes, we collapsed—overwhelmed by her relentless skill.

I came last—filling her mouth after her husband pulled out.

When it was over, cum poured from Jenny’s pussy and ass—proof of the storm we’d unleashed.

That night, my wife had sex with the stranger—fully, endlessly.

The image was unforgettable: that huge cock, enhanced by Cialis, refusing to die—driving both Jenny and my wife wild.

It was surreal. Humiliating. Electric.

On the way home, I snapped.

I complained—about Jenny and her husband inviting a stranger without warning.

About my wife, shameless, taking on a man she’d never met.

“It was supposed to be my birthday. My fantasy. Not yours.”

She shot back: “You enjoyed every second. Now you’re playing innocent?”

She was right.

If I’d said no, it wouldn’t have happened.

But the moment had swept me away.

My birthday gift had become her night of pleasure.

And the price?

A long, frozen silence between us.

For weeks, I wasn’t allowed near her pussy.

Only her mouth. Only her hands.

I had given her everything.

And in return, I got nothing but the memory of her moaning beneath another man’s cock.