Chapter 1 — The Gift My Wife Gave Me (Short Story)

My wife started cheating on me last summer, I think.

Sometime ago, her makeup had gotten heavier, and her clothes gradually bolder, more revealing.

I was the president of a small company, but lately business hadn't been good, so I'd been escaping to mountains, rivers, and the sea to clear my head.

The money I'd earned was more than enough to live on for the rest of my life, but it's only natural for people to grow greedy as they accumulate wealth.

I was no different—I craved more money. Still, I'd never once scolded my wife for maxing out her credit cards.

I thought I'd given her everything she could want—plenty of spending money, a comfortable life, nothing lacking.

Lately, she'd even seemed to enjoy sex more than before. So why was she cheating?

While trying to cool my head, wandering aimlessly, I began to find a strange pleasure in following her.

"Honey! I'm meeting my friend Young-sook today! It's okay if I come home late, right?"

"Yeah... sure..."

She left before I did.

I watched her walk out wearing a short miniskirt—so short that bending over would flash her panties.

I hurried out after her, pretending to leave for work. (If she recognizes my car, I'll have to take a taxi...)

After her car drove off, I quickly flagged down an empty taxi.

"Driver, could you follow that car, please?"

"??? Ah... okay..."

The driver didn't ask further, perhaps unsettled by my grim expression. I saw my wife enter a café near Yangsu-ri.

"Driver... I'll pay you for your entire day's work if you just wait for me."

"Daily wage? That's a lot..."

"Don't worry... I'll double it."

The driver tried to act calm, but his face lit up with greed.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw who she was meeting—my own protégé, a man I deeply admired.

He was so brilliant I'd tried hard to recruit him into my company, offering him a key position, but he'd rejected me.

In short, he was someone I'd secretly longed for.

My wife didn't sit by the window. Instead, she squeezed right up next to him.

Like something out of a movie, I pretended to read a newspaper and took a seat where they couldn't easily see me.

The moment they sat, he began caressing her back.

Her hand was already sliding toward his crotch.

They kissed passionately, shamelessly, oblivious to everyone around.

Most men would've lost their minds—but I stayed surprisingly calm.

Yes. An eye for an eye. Fire for fire.

His wife was, frankly, prettier and slimmer than mine. I wouldn't be losing anything.

They left their own car at the café and drove off together in my wife's car.

It was obvious where they were headed.

I had no intention of confronting them, so I just got back in the taxi and returned to Seoul.

My head was spinning, but the thought of sleeping with his wife made a quiet smile creep across my face.

After a short ride, I handed the taxi driver 200,000 won and got out at the apartment where my protégé lived.

He thanked me repeatedly before driving off.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Park Cheol-hwan."

"Oh...! Boss? What brings you here at this hour?"

"Yes, I have something urgent to discuss..."

"...Okay, come in."

The apartment was neat. Clearly, his wife's tidy nature kept it that way.

"Hello?"

A little girl, probably in kindergarten, greeted me. I gave her a half-hearted response.

"Why isn't she at kindergarten yet?" I asked his wife.

"Well... we're running a bit late today... What should I do? I need to drive her there now."

"Then go ahead. I'll wait a moment."

"Okay... but what's this about?"

"Just go. It'll only take a minute."

She left with her daughter.

I knew it would take at least twenty minutes for her to return.

Since I was about to devour her anyway, the moment she left, I walked straight into their bedroom.

True to her stylish image, his wife had decorated the room seductively.

Just the atmosphere of the bed made my cock stiffen instantly.

A strange, alluring scent—like perfume—teased my senses, making my insides tingle.

I opened the closet and pulled out the drawer filled with her lingerie.

A dazzling array of colorful underwear spilled out—like nightclub lights.

I picked out a nearly transparent pair of panties and sniffed them.

Not soap—definitely perfume.

Damn it. My wife's panties only ever smelled like sweat.

Suddenly, I felt sorry for the guy who was sleeping with my wife. If I had to cheat, at least I'd do it properly.

Just looking at her underwear was enough to excite me.

"Beep~ Bang!"

I heard the door open—his wife returning.

I didn't leave the bedroom. I stayed put, one hand holding her panties, the other clutching her thin slip.

Of course, she looked for me, and when she saw me through the open door—sitting on the bed, holding her underwear—she froze in shock.

"What? What the hell are you doing?!"

"...Heh heh heh..."

"What? Boss, why are you acting like this all of a sudden?"

I didn't answer. I just patted the bed beside me, gesturing for her to sit. Naturally, she didn't obey. Instead, she snapped at me sharply.

"What are you doing?! Get out right now!"

"What did you say?"

My sudden switch to rude speech and loud voice startled her.

"I mean... why are you doing this, Boss?"

"Do you know where your husband and my wife are right now?"

"What?........."

"I just saw them with my own eyes. Your husband and my wife are sleeping together. Damn it... I saw it happen right in front of me..."

She understood everything. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she lowered her head. She seemed to be sobbing. Pitiful.

I approached her, gently guided her onto the bed, and tried to comfort her.

"Look... I'm sorry I yelled. I was so angry, I almost lost it..."

She stayed silent, her head down, shoulders shaking.

When my hand touched her arm, it felt like thousands of volts surged through me.

Only then did I realize how rough my wife's skin had become.

The moment I felt her baby-soft skin, I knew—I had to have her, even if it cost me my life.

"Think about it... What's so great about them, huh? I've never once looked at another woman. I feel so wronged."

She stopped crying, wiped her tears.

She lifted her head and stared straight into my eyes. I saw a spark in her gaze.

Suddenly, she lunged at me, her tongue diving into my mouth. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. It was unreal.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed me down onto the bed.

Then she crushed me beneath her soft, yielding breasts.

My hands moved instinctively, roaming over her body.

Her waist was so slender and firm—so smooth and muscular—it's hard to believe she'd given birth.

Unlike my wife's sagging hips, hers were small, tight, and bouncy.

"Jae-soo... I've... I've been waiting for this moment... but... mmmph..."

She silenced me with another kiss.

Her tongue, so soft and skillful, explored every corner of my mouth. I let her take control.

Then I used the kissing technique I'd learned from a slick junior employee at work.

I pressed my lips tightly together, then slightly parted them, letting just the tip of my tongue peek out. She went wild, sucking my tongue and lips like a starving woman.

She was out of her mind. (Huh. The kid was right—kissing really does have technique...)

Lost in the kiss, I opened my eyes.

She was staring right at me, her large eyes wide open, pouring her passion into me.

Incredible. Most men would be too shy to keep their eyes open.

Her kiss was fierce, burning—like the goddess of kissing herself.

Her right hand gripped my cock, desperate to get it inside her.

She climbed on top of me and, without my help, quickly stripped off all my clothes.

In no time, I was completely naked—while she still had all her clothes on.

She took my cock in her hand and started licking from the base of my balls. I thought my testicles might burst.

Such a bold move—from someone who seemed so proper and reserved.

Maybe the guilt of betraying her husband made her even more intense.

Slurp... smack, smack... smack...

Like she was devouring a delicious meal, she sucked my balls, my cock, even my asshole—cleaning every inch.

Before I could flip her over, she brought her crotch to my face. Naturally, we fell into a 69 position.

Through her skirt, I saw her white panties—already damp in the middle.

I slowly peeled them down. She was losing control, writhing, begging, twisting her hips.

Her pussy wasn't as dark as my wife's, and she had less pubic hair.

I was surprised—less hair felt like a whole new kind of stimulation. (Hmm... I should shave my wife's bush completely...)

Her soft, tender pussy flesh felt more delicious than prime beef short ribs.

I almost bit into it with my teeth, I was so crazed.

Her body convulsed—tears mixed with frustration.

Below, her pussy gushed. Above, tears streamed down her face.

Maybe she was crying from anger. Or maybe from being overwhelmed by my touch.

(If I could marry this woman, I'd divorce my wife in a heartbeat... God, I never knew a woman could be this passionate...)

I'd always felt disgusted when I tried to go down on my wife—even after long showers, I'd feel dirty.

But now, I was swallowing every drop of this woman's pussy juice—without even washing first.

So this is why men can't resist multiple women?

She couldn't hold back any longer. She started groping my cock, trying to push it into her hole.

Her breasts were ordinary, but in that moment, they were like those of a famous actress.

Exactly the kind I'd always wanted to see and touch.

"Baby... baby, you're killing me..."

Finally, I called her "baby" too.

She'd called me that first, but I'd naturally slipped into it.

She seemed to prefer doggy style over missionary.

After all, she was the one who first got into that position herself and told me to attack her.

Her warm, tight pussy...

I hadn't thrust more than a few times when the wetness inside her began roaring like waves.

Her moans—soft, nasal sounds—stimulated my ears, my brain, my cock. (You belong to me now...)

I'd had a rough night with my wife yesterday.

So now, making love with his wife, I was able to last longer.

She'd probably come to prefer my strong body over her husband's.

Sweat poured down my spine, soaking deep into my bones.

I lifted my head and looked down at my chest. Sweat glistened on my broad chest and arms.

I'd never once sweated like this with my wife.

It felt amazing—like I'd just come out of a sauna.

My sweat had splashed onto her ass, dampening her skin.

Every inch of her body touching mine grew slick with sweat.

Slowly, I saw sweat appear on her back and forehead.

Her fine strands of hair clung to her sweaty forehead, making her already sexy face look like a professional model's.

"Ahhhhhh..."

It couldn't be. We climaxed together.

In that moment, I bit down hard on her neck, leaving a mark. She raked her nails down my back, carving a runway into my skin.

She trembled, gasping for breath. Her hips still twitched as she struggled to catch her breath.

I collapsed beside her. I felt bad—I'd soaked their bed with my sweat.

Even after sex, she climbed on top of me, sexier than ever.

She slipped on my sweaty skin and nearly fell.

She giggled. I chuckled. Then we both burst into loud, deep laughter—hahaha, hahaha!

She gave me a deep, grateful kiss.

"Baby. That guy... he's terrible at this. That idiot probably gets scolded by his wife all the time?"

We laughed again, giggling like kids.

Dear God...

Because of my wife, I've found my true match. Thank you, God.

I prayed that, then headed home, determined to give my wife what she deserved.

And I silently vowed—to build a new life with her, the woman I'd just met again.

Even though I told her it was fine, she escorted me all the way down to the lobby, clinging to my lips and body even in that brief moment.