Chapter 1 — They Do It Like Us Too 1 (1)

We arrived at his cabin.

It was beautiful.

More of a cozy log cottage than a grand villa—something meant for weekend getaways. Inside, it was a single room with a small kitchenette and a private bathroom.

"It's just one room?"

I asked, surprised. I'd assumed we'd have separate bedrooms.

"Why?"

He turned to me, curious.

"Were you expecting separate rooms? Then I apologize—I didn't mean to make things awkward."

"No, it's not that."

I hesitated. How could I possibly watch my wife with another man?

I glanced at my wife. She was calmly inspecting the place, completely unaware, saying,"It's nice."

He must have read my expression, because he continued.

"If we had separate rooms, it'd be like cheating. We're supposed to feel each other's presence, see what it's like—experience it together."

"But still—"

"Just listen. It's better this way."

With that, he said he'd go buy some drinks and stepped outside. His wife grabbed her purse and followed.

My wife and I sat down, the silence between us thick with unease.

"Hey, honey," I finally said.

"Earlier… did you really do it? Did he touch you with his hands?"

She nodded slightly, eyes downcast.

"Was it… good?"

She nodded again, still not looking up.

"Are you mad at me? I still feel so guilty. Letting another man touch me like that… and getting turned on. You must be furious."

"No. Then I'd feel worse. I came too, remember?"

"It's okay. Men are like that, aren't they?"

"Really?"

"Honestly, it didn't feel great. But I understand. As long as you don't leave me."

It was the first truly honest conversation we'd ever had since getting married.

I never knew my wife could be so understanding. In fact, I was seeing a side of her I'd never known existed. I'd always imagined wanting a woman like that—someone open-minded, compassionate. Never dreamed it would be my own wife. In that moment, I found her unbearably beautiful.

"Sweetheart. I'm really okay now. Let's just go."

"Huh? You don't like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it… it's just—"

"You enjoyed it earlier, didn't you? He wasn't rough or anything?"

"No. He was very gentlemanly. He seems… okay."

"Do you like him?"

A sudden pang of jealousy shot through me.

"No! I don't like him. I was thinking of you the whole time. It felt like… like I was just touching myself."

Hearing myself say that, I realized how naive I sounded. I was relieved by her answer—pathetic, really.

"Then let's stay. Let's just… stay and see how we feel. If either of us says stop, we leave. No hard feelings."

"Yeah. Let's do that."

I pulled her into a quiet embrace. I couldn't explain it—she felt so precious, so irreplaceable, I almost couldn't bear it.

A few minutes later, we heard footsteps outside.

They came back in, both carrying large shopping bags.

"Oh! You're still here?"

His wife smiled at us as she entered.

She sat beside me and continued.

"My husband and I came up with a little plan. We'll give you two some time alone. We'll go off and talk, give you space. Who knows what might happen? We've already touched each other—this isn't about divorce. But if it feels wrong, we can just leave. No pressure."

Now that I thought about it, their behavior made sense. And maybe… maybe their idea was actually smart.

"What if we weren't here? What would you two do?"

I asked, looking at her.

She smiled, as if the answer were obvious, and pulled her husband close.

"We'd go all the way. We were already so turned on earlier. Don't forget—we're in love. Just because you're not here doesn't mean we can't have sex. And—"

She called my wife by name.

"My husband is attractive, but he doesn't give his heart easily. If he did, we wouldn't be able to look at each other like this and laugh."

My wife nodded, assuring her it would never happen.

"Mr. Kyungmin seems like a gentleman, and I trust him. But I love my husband. Nothing like that will happen—don't worry."

The night deepened. We unpacked the drinks and started sipping slowly.

David Kyungmin's cabin was a single room—more like a small cabin in a camping ground than a luxurious retreat.

On one side stood a spacious bed—big enough for all four of us, though we'd be pressed tightly together, skin constantly brushing.

On the far end of the room was a sink and a small kitchen area.

Beside it was a tiny door—this was the bathroom, also serving as a shower room.

The door was made of frosted glass, the kind you'd see in public baths. You couldn't see clearly inside, but faint silhouettes were visible.

And of course, there was no lock.

We laid out the food and drinks in a circle on the floor.

"Should we shower first? What do you think?"

Sarah asked, her hand resting on her husband David Kyungmin's thigh, leaning in as if she might kiss him any second.

David Kyungmin looked at me.

"What do you think? We probably should shower…"

I hesitated, lost in thought.

"Sarah. Should we go first?"

Before I could say anything, my wife stood up and gently took Sarah's hand.

I saw a flicker of discomfort in Sarah's eyes.

Maybe she'd expected my wife to shower with David Kyungmin, and me with her.

Or maybe my wife was just being too innocent.

Sarah paused, then seemed to sense my wife's nervousness. She smiled warmly and followed her into the shower room.

Even now, I remember the look Sarah gave me as she closed the door—her eyes crinkling in a playful smile.

"Nervous?"

David Kyungmin offered me a snack as he asked.

"Yeah… a little. It's my first time."

"Everyone is at first. I was the same. Awkward, embarrassed."

"I see."

Inside the shower room, the two women began undressing. Their silhouettes were visible through the frosted glass.

David Kyungmin and I turned off the room lights to see better. The soft glow from the bathroom now gently lit the space.

Sarah peeked her head out.

In doing so, her body pressed against the glass—and suddenly, his wife's naked form became clearly visible to me.

"Hey! Why'd you turn off the lights?"

"Come on, now we can see better."

"Ugh! Seriously?"

She said it, but didn't protest further, slipping back inside.

"So? What do you think of my wife?"

"Huh?"

I feigned ignorance, eyes wide.

"Didn't see? She was pressed right against the glass—her body was completely visible."

"Oh. She has a nice figure."

David Kyungmin continued casually.

Right. The real game had begun. How long could I stay awkward? I needed to relax, enjoy this.

"What position do you usually take with Sarah?"

"She likes it from behind. What about your wife?"

"My wife doesn't have a preference."

"Then he must lack technique. Hahaha."

"No, well… maybe."

I'd never thought I was bad in bed. But I had no idea what kind of skills David Kyungmin had.

"Later, when we shower, is your thing big?"

"Huh?"

"Hahaha…"

Honestly, this kind of talk felt strange. Crude, even. I kept feeling a sense of resistance rising in me.

But David Kyungmin seemed to sense it. He acted like he didn't notice, pushing forward in his own rhythm.

If he were awkward too, we'd probably just end up drinking and calling it a night.

"My thing's average. Just lasts longer, that's all."

I answered his question.

"I see. Mine's on the bigger side."

He bragged, pretending to be humble.

"Can I see?"

Even I was surprised I said that. Suddenly, everything felt funnier, lighter. Maybe being crude wasn't so bad.

"Ah, I don't show just anyone—but for my friend? Gladly."

He joked in an old-fashioned drama tone, then casually pulled his pants down while sitting.

Even flaccid, I could tell it was big.

He slowly began stroking himself.

Still not getting hard, he glanced toward the shower.

I followed his gaze.

The two women were carefully washing every part of their bodies.

Then one of them approached the door. From her hair, I could tell it was his wife.

"Hey, honey. Can I get a towel? What are you—"

Sarah peeked out again, asking for a towel—then froze when she saw her husband stroking himself.

"Oh, he wanted to see if I was really big, so I'm showing him."

"Seriously? While we're showering?"

She said it, then slipped back in.

Again, her body pressed against the glass—her figure unmistakable.

Her breasts looked large, her hips small in comparison.

Inside, Sarah whispered something to my wife.

They giggled quietly, then both approached the door.

This time, it was my wife who peeked out.

I quickly turned away, pretending not to notice.

But I'd seen it—her eyes wide with curiosity, then shock as she caught sight of his massive cock.

"Did you see?"

A voice came from inside. A moment later, a woman nodded.

My wife, probably too stunned to speak.

I looked again at his cock.

Now fully erect.

Jesus. Is that even human? Is that even real? I felt a pang of worry. His wife must be used to something like that.

"Doesn't it hurt? When you two do it?"

My wife's voice came from inside, worried—but her tone was already an octave higher.

"At first it did, but now he's got technique, and there's plenty of wetness. It's fine."

"Oh…"

"Should we go out now?"

"Wait… just a second."

The woman who looked like my wife turned the shower back on and began washing her groin.

Shit. She's really turned on.

Seeing the two women about to come out, he tucked himself back into his underwear and fixed his clothes.

His wife came out wrapped in a towel. My wife wore shorts and a T-shirt—but no underwear, I noticed. The fabric clung just enough to show she was bare underneath.

I always found that look the sexiest.

My wife sat down and immediately took a long sip of her drink.

His wife sat beside me, her voice teasing.

"I'm all squeaky clean now. Hehehe."

My wife looked up, startled, then quickly looked down again, silently draining her glass.

He must have noticed her discomfort, because he moved to sit beside her.

"Emma. Why are you so tense?"

"No, I'm not tense."

"Come here. Let me rub your shoulders."

My wife glanced at me. I gave her a small nod.

She lowered her head and let him massage her shoulders.

He was proper—only touching her shoulders, but doing it well, with clear skill.

"You don't need to shower?"

She asked me while getting the massage. Probably worried about body odor.

"It's fine. I actually like it when men have a little sweat smell."

His wife wrapped her arm around mine.

"When you sucked me earlier, that subtle scent made me even more turned on. I like you just like this."

She casually mentioned what had happened earlier. My wife looked flustered for a moment, then forced a neutral expression.

"Then I'll be the only one showering."

He stopped massaging, stood up, and headed to the shower.

Sarah quietly sipped her drink. Silence filled the room.

"Have you ever seen your husband kiss another woman?"

My wife shook her head.

"I'll show you now. Is that okay?"

My wife nodded silently.

Sarah studied her for a moment, then turned to me. She cupped my face and gently pressed her lips to mine.

I stayed passive—I knew my wife was watching.

She stared at us, unblinking.

Sarah pulled back, then looked at my wife.

"Are you okay?"

My wife gave a small, bright smile.

"Then I'll continue. If you feel uncomfortable, say so. Don't suffer in silence."

My wife gave an awkward laugh, shaking her head.

Then Sarah climbed onto my lap, positioning herself so my wife could see clearly, and deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue into my mouth.

"Ah… hmm…"

A soft moan escaped my wife's lips.

I half-opened my eyes and looked at her. She was watching us with a strange, conflicted expression.

Sarah must have sensed it. She broke the kiss, nibbled my earlobe, and whispered,

"Focus on me."

Then she took my hand, led me to the bed, and called my wife over.

My wife took my hand.

Sarah took her hand and guided her to the bed.

"We came here to enjoy ourselves. Don't hold back. Come here."

She brought over a chair and had my wife sit down.

I asked her,"Are you okay?"

She climbed onto the bed and said,

"Now, focus only on me. Understand? Or I'll get mad."

She began unbuttoning my pants. My wife let out a soft, involuntary moan.

"Cute."

I wasn't hard yet—too nervous.

She took my cock into her mouth and began teasing it with her tongue, not moving, just swirling gently.

I looked at my wife. She was biting her lower lip, hard.

But she stayed seated, watching every move.

I kept looking at her.

When our eyes met, she stood up, came to me, and gently stroked my hair. Her smile was awkward, but warm.

"Baby, I'm okay. Do whatever you want. That's why we're here, right?"

"Y-yeah."

"You look so tense. You're acting like a fool. You're not like this with me."

"Y-yeah."

She looked like a parent encouraging a child learning to ride a bike.

Then she dropped the towel.

Jesus. I nearly stopped breathing.

Her breasts were full, firm. Her waist narrow. And below, her pubic hair looked lush, vibrant.

I couldn't look away.

Then my wife kissed me—softly, deeply—and sat beside me, watching.

Sarah slowly grew more excited. She climbed on top of me, took my cock in her hand, and slowly lowered herself, guiding it in.

My wife gripped my hand tightly.

But she didn't look away—not for a second. She watched every movement.

Finally, her wetness touched the tip of my cock. I let out a low groan without meaning to.

My wife turned to me, eyes wide.

She settled fully onto me, then began slowly rocking her hips, making soft sounds.

Soon, she took my hand and placed it on her breast.

Reluctantly, I began stroking it.

She pushed her chest into my palm, then suddenly stopped moving—her body tensing, trembling slightly—before resuming her slow rhythm.

How long had it been? He came out of the shower, completely naked.

The sound made both my wife and I turn. She quickly looked away—not in disgust, but in shyness.

He dried his hair with a towel and, without hesitation, deeply kissed his wife as she rode me.

She clung to his neck like she'd been starving for it, kissing him fiercely.

Her hips began moving faster—wildly different from before.

Occasional gasps escaped her lips.

I suddenly wondered how my wife was feeling.

She was still in the same spot, staring at his cock. I felt a strange jealousy.

She didn't stop moving—her rhythm relentless.

I was getting close.

But if I came now, the moment would end.

He turned to me.

"How are you holding up? Not uncomfortable, are you?"

"Huh? No. I'm fine."

"And you, Emma?"

He called my wife's name. She snapped out of her trance, quickly sitting up straight.

"I-I'm fine."

He walked over to her.

He stood. She sat. Naturally, his massive cock was now right in front of her face.

He deliberately stayed there, pretending not to notice, and kept talking to me.

Meanwhile, she began moving even more violently—clearly approaching another orgasm.

Then—suddenly—I felt something cool and intensely stimulating on my cock.

I turned to her.

She'd stopped moving. Both hands pressed hard on my thighs, trembling, unable to speak.

She was breathing heavily, and every time I twitched, she pressed down harder, immobilizing me.

How long did that last? Then she lifted her head, gave me a soft smile—and collapsed onto the bed.

My wife stood up.

Then she took off her pants.

He looked up at her—and without hesitation, crushed his lips against hers.

For some reason, I felt myself getting even more turned on.

At first, she resisted slightly—then slowly opened her mouth, accepting his tongue.

Then she turned her head and guided my face toward her. And with that, she took me back inside her.

Suddenly, she screamed—a single, sharp cry—her arms flailing, completely losing control. Another orgasm.

Less than three minutes after the last one.

"Ah! How—again? Baby, I'm going crazy! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

She gasped, her body convulsing with pleasure.

And then—I felt it too.

"Ah!"

I cried out, coming hard—right beside her.

The moment he felt me come, he pushed my wife down onto me.

She was trembling, overwhelmed.

She stared at me, wide-eyed.

I stared back.

I could feel him moving up behind her, though I couldn't see.

I reached out and gently stroked her hair.

Then—slowly—her mouth began to open.

He was pushing in.

Her mouth kept opening wider, wider—her eyes rolling back.

"Hah!"

It looked like she couldn't breathe.

I'd never seen her like this. And now, right in front of me.

"Are you okay?"

I asked, even in that moment.

"Yeah… it hurts a little, but it's weirdly good. I don't know. Do you hate me?"

Her eyes were sad. And in that moment, I loved her more than ever.

"Hate you? Why would I? It's okay."

"I really wanted to. I was curious. Do you hate me?"

"No, I don't hate you. It's okay. Tonight, let's not think. Let's just enjoy."

"Th-thank you. Ah! Ah! Ahh."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm going crazy. It's so good. I want to scream. What do I do?"

"Scream. It's okay."

"But it's embarrassing. There are people here."

No sooner had she spoken than he thrust harder.

And she screamed—loud, uncontrolled, not caring who heard.

"Baby… it feels like I'm with you. That's why… that's why it's so good."

She said it. And for some reason, I felt grateful.

"Baby… what do I do? I'm going to come. Something's about to burst out."

"Do it. It's okay. Let go. Make it loud!"

"Ah! Ah!"

Her body stiffened—then stopped breathing.

She panted, then collapsed on top of me. Her orgasm had been so strong, she nearly passed out.

Then his wife gestured toward him.

She knew he hadn't come yet—she was offering to take over.

But my wife, still lying there, suddenly pushed herself up.

"No. I want to do it."

She turned, took his cock into her mouth, and began moving her head rhythmically.

It was as if she were savoring something precious—her motions slow, reverent.

A moment later, he shuddered violently—and began unloading into her mouth.

The amount was huge. She swallowed repeatedly, gagging slightly, her throat working hard to take it all.

I watched her swallow his cum—and a strange sensation washed over me.

Jealousy and arousal. Two impossible emotions, tangled deep inside me.

We collapsed together on the bed, the first round over.

Our bodies burned with heat.

But our hearts felt hollow—like we'd lost something we couldn't name.