Chapter 1 — With My Husband Beside Me, Without Him Knowing

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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Kids were at their grandmother's, and my wife said she wanted two nights and three days of fishing, so David Park kept begging me to go.

"Let's take my sister-in-law fishing tomorrow," he said.

"You know Jenny Kim hates it when I go fishing. She knows I can't because of the shop..."

"Bro! You know lots of women! Just bring some random woman along!"

"You're insane... Your wife's just gonna sit back and let that happen? She'll rat us out to my wife right away..."

"I'll keep her in check. Just bring some woman you know—let's go together."

David Park had recently moved near me, and we'd met by chance at a fishing spot, becoming close. Our wives even knew each other. And now he's telling me to bring another woman to go fishing with his wife?

He went even further—called his wife and handed me the phone.

"I'll keep my mouth shut and look the other way, so come with us, okay? If you don't... you know what'll happen. Hehe."

His wife, who knew all about my private life from living nearby, was actually threatening me.

Under the relentless pressure from the couple, like being dragged to Gangnam just because a friend insisted, I ended up calling Sarah Lee, a divorced woman I'd recently started seeing.

"Okay," she said.

My wife, who usually grilled me about cheating whenever I went fishing, actually helped pack my bag when she heard I was going with David Park's family.

"Okay," she said.

The next day, worried someone we knew might see us, we drove far away to a remote reservoir.

We set up our spot, cast our bait, pitched the tent, ate lunch, and started fishing.

David Park, as soon as he cast his line, started reeling in bream one after another, grinning from ear to ear, showing off his catch to me.

But my float didn't even twitch—not even once—until sunset. I was fuming.

I took Sarah Lee, who was just yawning beside me, back to the tent.

About twenty meters away, I could hear David Park and his wife laughing as they pulled fish from the water.

I covered Sarah Lee's mouth—her lips soft and responsive—and had sex with her right there. When we came out, darkness had fallen.

Grace Park and Sarah Lee prepared dinner for us. Then, while David Park and I kept fishing under the lantern light, Grace Park and Sarah Lee started drinking in our tent.

David Park kept catching fish, one after another. Was the fish in my spot on vacation or something?

After midnight, still no bite. Frustrated and bored, I joined the drinking party with Grace Park and Sarah Lee.

The three of us, drunk, sang songs. David Park was too busy reeling in fish to care.

Sarah Lee, my partner for the night, said she was tired and went back to our tent first.

I stayed behind, watching David Park's back as he fished, chatting with Grace Park.

She looked so pretty tonight—her figure flawless. Why did she seem so beautiful all of a sudden?

We'd both done threesomes and swinging before—but always with our husbands right there, participating. Never had I done anything like this—right in front of my husband, without him knowing.

A wild curiosity sparked inside me.

I moved the lantern outside the tent, pointing it toward David Park's side. Then, pretending to be drunk, I rested my hand on Grace Park's shoulder. She didn't push it away.

I pretended to reach for my glass and brushed her breast. She didn't react.

I reached for a snack and casually stroked her thigh. Again, nothing.

It's working.

Pouring her more alcohol, still pretending to be drunk, I pulled her into a hug.

"Dad, look! Don't do this..."

"He can't see us!"

"How... how can he not see?"

I whispered, afraid David Park might hear from twenty meters away.

She didn't seem to understand—when you're in the light, you can't see what's in the dark behind it.

Even as I explained, she couldn't hide her nervousness.

She resisted slightly, her eyes darting between her husband fishing nearby and our tent, ten meters away, where Sarah Lee was waiting.

I took off her jacket, lifted her T-shirt, and started caressing her breast. She covered her own mouth with her hand.

"A... ah... d-don't... don't do this... a... a... ah... don't..."

As I fondled her breast, I pulled down her pants. She grabbed my hand.

"D-don't...! W-we'll do it... t-tomorrow...! Ah... ah... ah... ah..."

She trembled, clearly unsure what to do—knowing this was wrong, yet unable to stop.

But the thrill of doing this right in front of her husband, without him knowing—the excitement of trying something completely new—sent waves of heat through my body.

I couldn't control myself.

I pulled my hand from between her legs, then moved over her, spreading her tense thighs.

I gripped my cock and rubbed it against her entrance, sucking on her breast as I did.

"A... a... tomorrow... l-let's... do it... l-let's go... a... a... I'm scared... d-don't... l-let's go... outside... a..."

She was no longer saying "tomorrow"—now she was saying "outside."

To go outside or wait until tomorrow, I'd have to stop. But if I stopped now, I'd lose everything. Was I going crazy?

I was trying to do something I'd never done—sex right in front of her husband, without him knowing.

Grace Park pleaded in a whisper—was she excited? Was she exhausted?

Her hands, which had been pushing me away, now pulled me closer. Her thighs relaxed, slowly parting.

I pulled her pants and panties down to one ankle. I only took one leg of my own pants off, leaving it hooked at my ankle.

I gripped my cock and rubbed it against her wet entrance.

Her thighs opened wider. Her juices had soaked the valley between her legs.

"A... a... if we do this... a... w-what... a... l-let's go... outside... a... a... t-tomorrow... a... a..."

I coated my hard cock with her wetness, lifted her one bare leg, pressed the tip against her entrance, and pushed.

"Ahhhh—! It hurts! Wait! Ah! Ah! It hurts! It hurts! Ah! Ah!"

"Baby! What's wrong?! Where does it hurt?!"

Damn it.

I clamped my hand over her mouth the moment she screamed—but it was too late.

David Park stood up, turning the lantern toward our tent.

"Baby! What's wrong?!"

He'd heard her cry of pain.

Only the head of my cock was inside her—now we were caught.

I froze, lying on top of her, my face buried in her breasts, my hair standing on end, cold sweat pouring down my back.

Grace Park, beneath me, whispered, "Nothing... it's nothing..."

"You okay?"

"Yes... I'm fine! Keep fishing!"

"Got it!"

Hearing she was okay, David Park turned the lantern back to his fishing spot and sat down.

But I knew Sarah Lee was in our tent, just under ten meters away. I was terrified, yet the thrill surged through me again.

Even if I got caught, even if I got beaten to a pulp—I didn't want to let this moment go.

Time crawled. My cock stayed hard, throbbing with excitement. I didn't want to pull out. Let fate decide.

Watching David Park sit back down, bait his hook, and cast, I slowly began to move.

"It... it hurts... s-stop... a... too... a... hurts... a... hurts..."

She covered her mouth, but moans slipped through her fingers.

"It... hurts... a... too... hurts... a... a..."

She whimpered in pain.

But her wetness coated my cock, easing the friction. The tightness between us grew smoother.

She wrapped her arms around me, hips swaying with my rhythm.

"A... a... like that... a... too... good... a... too... good..."

Our eyes kept darting between David Park fishing and the tent where Sarah Lee slept.

Her pleas to stop, to go outside, to wait until tomorrow—gone.

Now she moved with me, hips rising and falling.

"A... a... a... so... good... a... so good... a... stop... I'm... cumming... a..."

Lost in the frenzy, she couldn't fight the pleasure—or her fear.

Hearing her moan, "Hurry... cum!" I thrust deep and came inside her.

"A... so... good... a... so full... a... I'm... going crazy... a..."

I savored the warmth of my come, bouncing off her womb, clinging to my cock. I kissed her breasts, still lying on her, watching David Park fish and the lit tent where Sarah Lee slept.

I enjoyed every second of the afterglow.

Then I got up, dressed, kissed Grace Park, and returned to our tent.

Sarah Lee was asleep. As I lay down beside her, she hugged me in her sleep, slipped her hand into my underwear, and grabbed my wet, sticky cock—still smeared with her fluids and Grace Park's.

"Did you fall in the water?" she mumbled.

"Yeah..."

She snuggled into my chest and fell back asleep.

But the thrill of what I'd just done with Grace Park buzzed in my mind, refusing to fade.

I looked at David Park, still focused on fishing, and at Grace Park's tent, where she tossed and turned under the light.

The saying rang in my head: Sex should be like an animal—wild, raw thrilling.

Exactly what I'd always fantasized about. Exactly what I'd wanted to do in real life.

Tomorrow... another thrilling experiment would surely come to mind.