Chapter 2 — The Steam Room Tale – Part 1 (2)

I came home around five—earlier than usual—and found my wife alone in the house.

"Why so early? Are you sick?"

Emma kept asking if something was wrong, clearly suspicious of my unexpected return.

"No, nothing's wrong. Work was slow, so I took an early bath and came home. Where's Grace and the kid?"

"My sister-in-law took them out shopping."

I stripped off my clothes and lay down on the bed. Emma crawled up beside me, reached over, and started stroking me. Then she brought her nose close, sniffing.

"You went to the steam room."

"How did you know so fast?"

"You smell like it. Did you have fun?"

"The regulars know what they're doing. Hey… ever want to try it with another guy?"

"What's with you all of a sudden?"

"Just wondering. I've been with other women, so maybe you've thought about being with someone else too?"

"You already sleep with my uncles."

"I mean a complete stranger. Remember when you were on that trip with Paul Seo and slept with him while he was passed out? You weren't fully satisfied, but you were definitely turned on."

"If I did want to, what would you do? Should I try it like Nina Song's friends?"

"What do you mean what would I do? Go ahead. Just don't hide it from me. Should I find someone for a partner swap? Or maybe one of your brothers-in-law? A little seduction and I'm sure they'd give in."

"No. Not my brothers-in-law. Their sex is weak, and even if I wanted out, we'd still have to see them all the time—it'd be awkward. Plus, they might already be sleeping with my sisters and laugh at me behind my back. I want someone I don't know at all."

"So you do want to try another man."

"I don't know. You're the one bringing it up."

I reached down and touched her—already wet. She was clearly turned on just talking about it.

I told her everything that had happened at the steam room. As I spoke, she pulled down my underwear and started touching me, getting more excited with every word.

"Baby, touch me too."

She stripped off her panties, climbed on top of me, and pressed herself against my face while she touched me. She was already dripping. The moment I put my mouth on her, my face was instantly wet.

I pushed her onto her stomach and moved against her from behind. She gasped.

"Honey, deeper! Harder!"

"You getting off imagining some other guy right now?"

"Yeah… it feels so good. Touch me there too."

She was so used to that kind of play that even just a little wetness was enough. When she got really turned on, she'd sometimes beg me to touch her there first.

I slipped a finger into her tight opening, stretched it open, then coated myself—glistening with her juices—and pushed in. About halfway in, she let out a soft moan.

"Should I pull out?"

"No… I can take it. Just go slow at first."

I started thrusting halfway in and out, and gradually, she relaxed. She loosened completely, letting me sink all the way in. Though I couldn't go as hard, I kept pumping, and soon she matched my rhythm.

I'd already come twice at the steam room, so I wasn't close to climaxing yet—but worried I might hurt her, I opened the bedside drawer, pulled out some lubricant, smeared it all over her, then coated myself and slid back in.

With the lube, it was much smoother.

"Harder, honey! It doesn't hurt. It feels so good!"

I reached down and started touching her while I moved fast. She was tighter than usual, and the pressure was building. I could feel myself getting close.

"I'm gonna come. Should I just finish inside?"

"Yeah… a little more… touch me too."

Hearing her beg so crudely made me even more aroused. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, lifted her legs up to her chest, and pushed them toward her face. Both openings were exposed—still slick with lubricant, glistening with wetness.

I lined up and thrust deep in one go. She screamed, thrashing her head wildly.

"Ahh! It feels so good! Harder! I'm gonna die!"

"Do you want another guy?"

"No! I love you the most. Just touch me harder!"

"Don't lie to me."

I stayed buried deep inside her and stopped moving. She started grinding her hips, trying to make me move.

"Come on, hurry up!"

"Are you sure you don't want another guy? If you lie, I won't touch you ever again."

"I do want to. Just hurry up!"

I pulled out, shoved back into her, and started moving. I could feel my climax rushing in fast.

"Emma, I'm coming… Ugh… ugh…"

I came hard, staying inside her for a long while before pulling out. She looked half-passed out.

She must've been even more turned on by imagining another man.

I grabbed some tissue and wiped the wetness leaking from her. She sat up, went to the bathroom to clean up, then came back with a warm towel and gently wiped my body.

"Was it good?"

"I thought I was going to die. You're so cruel."

"You say that, but you loved it."

"You stopped and teased me. I hate you."

"My body's mine, but your mind's fantasizing about someone else—that's what turns you on."

"I hate that talk!"

"It's true. I'd rather know about it than have you sneaking around with some random guy. If you want to, I'll set something up."

"It still feels weird."

"Just be careful. Nina Song and her friends, your sisters—they're with me, so no worries. But there are dangerous guys out there."

"Yeah… my oldest sister's ex demanded money the last time they met when she tried to break up."

"See? You have to be careful."

"Then I'll only do it once. What about the sisters-in-law?"

"Hmm. If they want to, why not? Thomas and David wouldn't object."

"Will you pick someone for me?"

"Someone you or the sisters-in-law don't know. That'd be best."

"You handle it."

"So you're looking forward to it?"

"A little. I'd like to try it once."

"Before that, maybe you should learn a few things from one of the steam room girls?"

"Like what?"

"If you're going to do it with someone you'll never see again, you should act like a professional. That means learning some technique. I've already talked to someone."

"Really? You'll come with me? Is it a man teaching?"

"No, a woman. The pros usually have male trainers, but we just need the basics—so we'll learn from one of the girls. I'll go with you."

Just then, I heard Grace coming in. Emma sighed, got up, and walked out—her face glowing with excitement.

She was clearly thrilled about what was coming.

I dozed off, but suddenly felt someone touching me. I opened my eyes—my sister-in-law had come into the room to wake me for dinner and was playing around.

"You must be really tired, honey?"

"Why?"

"I've been touching you this whole time and it won't get hard."

"What?"

I played dumb.

"Your thing, honey."

"Call it properly."

"It's not even hard—so how can it be that?"

"Then suck it. It'll turn into what you love in no time."

I slipped my hand under her skirt, touched her, and pulled her closer. She buried her face against me and started touching me. She was skilled—within moments, I was hard and growing.

"Now it's turned into what you love."

"Wanna do it once before dinner?"

"But you just did it with honey earlier, right? And before that too. You must be tired."

"Nah, I feel fine after sleeping."

"Just wait till tonight. I told Thomas I wouldn't go home tonight. The youngest uncle's away on business too. Claire said honey will sleep with the baby. She said you, me, and honey will all be together with you tonight."

"Then before dinner, let's at least touch a bit."

I pulled up her sweater and touched her breasts a few times. She writhed and pressed herself against me.

I slipped my hand back under her skirt—she was already wet.

"Just one quick in-and-out."

I pulled her panties to the side, spread her, slid in just a bit, then pulled out and put it in her mouth. She carefully tasted herself.

We left the room and went to the dining area. Claire pouted and said:

"Honey said he was going to wake you up, but looks like he woke something else up."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your thing was hard—did honey do that to you?"

"I couldn't wake him up no matter what…"

Seeing both sisters-in-law acting a little annoyed, my wife stepped in.

"You two can both be with him later. Why the fuss?"

Embarrassed, I quickly finished dinner and went to the living room to watch the evening news.

After clearing the table and putting the kid to bed, my wife brought wine and fruit and sat beside me.

"What were those two up to?"

"They're going to shower. The youngest sister-in-law seems really upset. Have you not been sleeping with her much lately at work?"

"Maybe. I've been busy meeting Nina Song's friends and the sisters."

"With the youngest uncle away and the second one busy with the oldest sister, it feels like the women in our house are the only ones not getting any love."

"Does Thomas see Minyoung often?"

"Almost every day. He's hanging out with her friends too."

"He must really click with the older sister-in-law. Maybe I should try her friends too."

"You're so greedy. You've got Nina Song's friends already."

"I'll find other men for you and the sisters—no trouble. Just enjoy yourselves."

As I spoke, the two sisters-in-law came out of the shower.

One wore pajamas, but the other provocatively wore only a thin, sheer robe—completely naked underneath—and sat right beside me.

We poured wine and clinked glasses. I touched her breast and brought up what I'd discussed with Emma.

"I like the idea. I'd like to try it once."

"Me too. Lately, David and the two brothers are always out having fun."

I'd expected them to resist, but they agreed so easily I was surprised. They were clearly frustrated that their husbands were neglecting them for other women.

"But don't just jump into affairs out of anger. If word gets out, our whole family could be ruined. I'll arrange it properly. And if you ever do end up with someone by chance, tell me. Just like how men tell their wives about other women—no misunderstandings that way."

We kept drinking and talking, and time flew.

Emma said she was tired and went to bed with the kid. I took the sisters-in-law to the bedroom and spent the night with both.

The next day, I called Thomas at work and arranged to meet for lunch.

Over lunch, I brought up what had happened. At first, he seemed hesitant, but I convinced him.

"Thomas, think about the women at home. If you keep neglecting them, things could get messy. They already resent that the men get to play around."

"But won't it cause more problems if we send the women out?"

"Then find couples who do partner swaps. That'd be better. I'll start looking too. What's wrong with letting the women taste another man once in a while?"

"What does Hannah say?"

"She's on a business trip today. I'll talk to her when she gets back. She probably won't object."

"Got it."

"After lunch, call Claire and meet up before coming home."

"Why? Can't we just do it at home?"

"It's different outside. Feels more exciting."

Thomas called Claire right away and made plans.

After sending him off, I returned to the office and called Sarah Park.

"It's me, Daniel. Remember me?"

"Of course, honey. What's up?"

"About what we talked about. Is Saturday okay?"

"Yeah. Did it work out with your wife?"

"Yeah. I'll book a big room at Primera Hotel on Saturday. Come meet me. Three couples will be there."

"Three couples? Both your brothers-in-law and their wives?"

"Yeah."

"Seriously? Sounds fun. But you'll have to pay well."

"I'll give you 500,000 won. Deal?"

"Perfect. See you Saturday."

I hung up and booked a suite at the hotel.

The office staff were out, Claire was gone, and only Miss Kim was there to answer calls.

Thinking about Claire with Thomas, I got hard. I wanted to grab Miss Kim, but I held back and waited for Claire.

About an hour later, Claire returned.

I told her to send Miss Kim on an errand that would take two hours.

Once Miss Kim was gone, Claire came into my office.

"Was it good?"

"Yeah. It was the first time I've been alone with the second brother outside."

"Really? You should've stayed longer."

"I thought you'd be lonely here by yourself."

"Exactly. If you'd been just a little later, I might've grabbed Miss Kim."

"She's a fox. Be careful."

I touched her ass, slid my hand under her skirt—no panties.

"No panties?"

"The second brother came so much it kept leaking and soaking me."

She unzipped my pants, pulled me out, and started touching me.

I took off my pants, lay on the couch, lifted her skirt, and flipped her onto me. We moved together—me touching her and she touching me.

After a while, I flipped her under me and we continued.

When I moaned in pleasure, she responded more intensely.

I changed position—had her lie face down, lifted her ass, and rubbed against her.

She was moaning like crazy, lifting her head to keep her hair from getting messy.

"Touch me already!"

"Wait. I'll do more. Where'd you learn to do that?"

"Ahhh… earlier… the second brother… made me do it… please hurry!"

Thomas must've brought in a steam room girl on Saturday to teach the women techniques—so he'd already trained her.

Wetness was still leaking from her—leftover from her session with Thomas.

I moved against her hard, but her head kept hitting the couch, so I sat down, had her straddle me, and moved while holding her hips. With one hand, I touched her ass.

She was so tight I could feel my climax building fast.

"I'm gonna come."

"Wait! I'll take it in my mouth."

I grabbed her waist and kept her in place.

"I want to come inside you."

"No! It'll leak and smell—people will notice."

"I'm coming anyway. We'll clean up quick and go home."

I held her tight, kept thrusting, wouldn't let her pull away.

"Ugh… it's coming…"

"I don't care. You're bad…"

Even as she called me bad, she climaxed too—her body clenching, trembling as she collapsed into my arms.

I reached for tissues, held them to her, and pulled out.

"Claire. Clean me?"

"I hate you… how am I supposed to… it keeps leaking…"

She pressed the tissue to herself, buried her face against me, and cleaned me.

After finishing, she gave me a dirty look and walked out.

"Don't get dressed yet. I'll bring a warm towel and clean you properly."

She stuffed tissues into her panties, fixed her clothes, went to the bathroom, soaked a towel with warm water, and came back to clean me.

Watching her care for me like that, she looked so sweet.

"Go home now. Nothing much at work. I'll leave once Miss Kim gets back."

"Will you come home early?"

"No, I've got drinks with Paul Seo. Today's the day Hannah comes back from her trip. Take good care of her."

"Got it. I'll go first."

Claire left. About thirty minutes later, Miss Kim returned, and I headed to Paul Seo's hospital.

Lately, Paul Seo had been pushing to meet more often, always paying for drinks—like he wanted to ask me something. When I asked Nina Song, she said he'd been trying to convince her to do a partner swap with us.

Nina Song had already slept with me and my brothers—only Paul Seo didn't know.

When Paul Seo brought up the swap, Nina Song pretended to get angry. After that, Paul Seo started buying her a new car, a watch—trying to win her over.

A few days ago, after teasing him, I'd half-agreed to consider it. I figured he'd bring it up tonight.

When I arrived, Paul Seo was in surgery—delivering a baby. His wife Nina Song greeted me warmly.

"Why are you here, Nina Song?"

"Paul Seo said you'd be bored waiting, so I should keep you company."

Nina Song sat across from me, legs slightly apart—visible.

"Nina Song, no panties?"

"Paul Seo told me not to wear any. To show you a little, tease you."

"Crazy bastard. He's desperate to sleep with Emma, huh? Did you agree?"

"I pretended to resist. Kind of felt bad for him."

"Why?"

"Staring at women's bodies all day… I think he's a little numb down there."

"Could be. They say even a dead man's wish should be granted. Maybe we'll give in."

"Make him suffer a little first. You told Emma to try other men, right? Include Paul Seo."

"He already told you? Women really can't keep secrets. Should I include you too?"

"Of course. Since I've been with your brothers, I feel alive again. I want to treat Paul Seo better too."

A nurse came in with juice, interrupting us.

"That nurse is cute. Nice body."

"Probably already with Paul Seo. When you agree to the swap, casually mention her."

"Bonus, huh? Hahaha."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all. But right now, I want to be with you. Let's go to the bathroom and do it quick."

"No! What if Paul Seo finds out?"

"I won't come inside you. I'll come somewhere else. Let's just make out here, then go to the bathroom for a quick round. Don't you want the thrill?"

"No! He's a doctor—he'll smell it right away. Just wait."

"Fair enough. It's not the day anyway."

We kept talking, but Nina Song kept spreading her legs, flashing me. I stayed hard—uncomfortable as hell.

The door creaked open—Paul Seo walked in, still in his surgical gown.

Nina Song and I acted calm, greeting him normally. He sat beside me, lit a cigarette.

"When did you get here? Wait long?"

"A while ago."

"You bored? Couldn't you two have a decent chat?"

Paul Seo glanced at Nina Song, giving her a look.

Nina Song shifted, spreading her legs slightly—her skirt riding up.

I looked away, lit my own cigarette.

"Daniel, isn't my wife sexy? Her legs are gorgeous…"

"Crazy bastard. Men who brag about their wives are losers."

"Right, Paul Seo? Why are you being so embarrassing?"

"She's beautiful, plain and simple. Don't you think, Daniel?"

"Yeah, she's pretty. Enough nonsense—let's go."

Paul Seo said he'd change clothes and went to the next room—giving Nina Song another look.

Nina Song spread her legs wider—clearly visible.

Paul Seo kept glancing at me, checking if I was staring at his wife's skirt.

We left, went to a nearby Japanese restaurant for a light dinner. I dropped Nina Song off at home and headed to a bar with Paul Seo.

"Lately you've been buying a lot of drinks. Making bank?"

"What money? I just want to drink with you."

"Then let's split. I don't want to feel like you're asking for a favor."

"Drink now. Later, when I ask, you'll say yes."

We joked around, drank two bottles of whiskey with hostesses.

Paul Seo kept steering the conversation toward group sex and partner swaps. He even joked about going to a motel 2-on-2 with the hostesses.

I knew what he was after—laughed inside, but played along.

Then he dismissed the hostesses, turned serious, and looked at me.

"Daniel. I'm ready to take the heat—just hear me out."

"What? Something serious?"

"Let's do a partner swap."

"What? Are you drunk?"

"I'm not drunk. I'm serious."

"How can you even suggest that? Even if we agreed, would Nina Song say yes?"

"Nina Song already agreed. She said she'd be happy if it's with your couple."

"Bullshit. Just drink."

"It's true. You saw it at the hospital, right?"

"Saw what?"

"Nina Song wasn't wearing panties. You saw it. She spread her legs on purpose—for you. And I saw you looking."

"Yeah, I saw. So what? What was I supposed to do? I looked away fast."

"She did it to show you—proof she agreed to the swap."

"Stop it. You'll ruin our friendship."

"I'm serious. Honestly, maybe it's a job thing, but I keep craving more excitement. If you agree, the women will actually be happy."

"How would you know how my wife feels?"

"Please. Just come to my place tonight—me, you, and Nina Song. Then try to convince Emma. If she says no, we stop."

"Enough nonsense. Just drink. Sober up."

I called the hostesses back, ordered more drinks. Paul Seo drank like water.

I took the drunk Paul Seo home. He sobered up, told Nina Song to bring more drinks, and wouldn't let me leave.

As he kept pouring me drinks, he begged.

Nina Song came in wearing only a sheer robe—nothing underneath—and sat beside me, touching me.

She pulled down my pants and started touching me while Paul Seo touched her.

I decided there was no point pretending anymore—I joined in fully.

I'd been with Nina Song countless times, but it was supposed to be a secret from Paul Seo—though now, clearly, it didn't matter.

Paul Seo made sure I had full access.

Nina Song touched Paul Seo hard while lifting her hips, grinding against me.

"Daniel, I'm coming. You come inside my wife."

As Paul Seo came, she sucked harder, shaking her hips wildly.

She clenched so perfectly I came instantly inside her.

I pulled out, lay on the floor, breathing hard.

"Nina Song, clean Daniel's thing."

Nina Song, dazed, cleaned me.

"Daniel, you really slept with my wife. Doing it with three of us—I haven't been this turned on in ages. Feels like the first time in over a year. Thanks, Nina Song."

"I'm sorry, Nina Song."

Nina Song silently got up and went to the bathroom to wash.

"Paul Seo, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. No pressure. If you convince Emma, let's go on a trip together."

"So you really want to sleep with Emma?"

"Honestly? Yes."

"Fine. Since we're already here… let's try it."

"Really? Thanks, man."

Nina Song came out of the bathroom and smiled when she saw me.

"Paul Seo, since we're here… I'm going to sleep with your wife again tonight."

"Go ahead. What's mine is yours now."

"Good. Nina Song, come here. I'll taste you."

That night, Paul Seo and I took turns with Nina Song until dawn.