Chapter 1 — Women's Curiosity

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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Erotica is just erotica!! I occasionally visited this site and read a few stories for fun with my wife, but perhaps it sparked an overwhelming curiosity in her.

Every now and then, I'd find traces on my computer showing my wife had used it.

I'm not good with words, so I don't know if I can express this realistically—but the vivid memories etched in my mind are impossible to erase.

We married young, so we have only one child, but our married life has already stretched into its eighth year. Unlike in the beginning, my wife's sex life had gradually become more active, more aggressive.

Occasional drinking sessions between us became a turning point that transformed her into an even more assertive woman.

My wife, who normally couldn't hold her liquor, would use the buzz to slowly reveal suppressed impulses buried deep within her subconscious.

She gushed wetness uncontrollably, demanded countless positions, and fully satisfied her cravings.

She'd often fantasize during sex—imagining herself with other men, just like characters in the erotic stories she read—and lose herself in ecstasy.

Of course, I always responded with empathy, playing along with her fantasies. When she reached climax, again and again she'd gasp at me,

“Would you really be okay… if I slept with another man?”

And I, never particularly bothered by such things, would reply, “Yeah, sure. It's fine. The body and the mind are separate anyway.”

Looking back now, there had been many such moments.

The incident began one January night when heavy snow fell without pause.

A colleague, Daniel Kim, and a junior coworker I sometimes met up with came over for drinks.

My wife, busy preparing side dishes and snacks, eventually joined our trio at the table, accepting drink after drink offered by Daniel Kim and the junior until late into the night.

The junior didn't drink much since he was driving Daniel Kim home, but my wife, Daniel Kim, and I had been downing soju and ended up quite drunk.

When we decided to call it a night and saw our guests off, we realized the snow had piled up too high in just a few hours—driving was impossible. They decided to stay over.

I went to the master bedroom. Daniel Kim and the junior took the guest room across the hall. After a quick wash, I lay down to sleep. My wife, as usual, took a shower and came into the bedroom afterward.

Still tipsy, she initiated sex. I gently aroused her, moistening her pussy with slow foreplay before sliding inside.

As always, she attacked like a wild mare. But due to the alcohol, I couldn't maintain full erection, and after barely calming her down, I helped her into her padded coat and drifted into unconsciousness.

(I sleep extremely deeply when drunk—so deeply I wouldn't wake even if carried away.)

How long had I slept? I suddenly jolted awake, startled by something—and realized my wife wasn't beside me.

I opened the door and stepped into the living room. From the guest room, faint lewd sounds seeped through the half-lit crack beneath the door.

The dim nightlight glowed under the doorframe. Moans. Wet, sucking noises.

Curious, I peeked through the balcony window.

There, naked, my wife was sandwiched between the junior and Daniel Kim—both men clinging to her front and back, deep in sex.

Instead of rushing to kick the door open, an odd thrill surged through me—a strange, indescribable sensation suppressing any anger.

My wife was on all fours, her ass raised high. She gripped Daniel Kim's cock in one hand and sucked it deeply into her mouth. Behind her, the junior crouched low, licking her pussy from behind.

His fingers slick with moisture, the junior slid one inside her, moving it back and forth. My wife rocked her hips, burying her face into the blanket before returning to suck Daniel Kim's cock again.

Unable to resist her teasing, Daniel Kim stood up, stroked his erect cock once, then moved behind her. He rubbed her soaked slit a few times before plunging deep—and immediately began thrusting hard.

The junior, still wearing only his underwear, leaned sideways beside them, trying to latch onto one of her swinging breasts.

The sound of Daniel Kim's belly slapping against my wife's ass sent shivers down my spine—and made my own cock rise instantly.

After pounding her from behind for a while, Daniel Kim flipped her onto her back, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and brutally slammed into her pussy.

Watching her face twist in helpless pleasure, the junior finally stripped off his underwear, grabbed her hand, and guided it to pump his cock.

But my wife seemed overwhelmed—barely paying attention to the junior's cock, focusing only on Daniel Kim's relentless thrusts.

Then they flipped her over again. Her pussy spread wide open from behind, Daniel Kim shoved his thick cock deep inside.

With a sound like air escaping, my wife screamed out in pain or pleasure—I couldn't tell.

Possibly driven by the alcohol, Daniel Kim didn't stop—he kept thrusting until he erupted, flooding her insides with his cum.

He pulled out, collapsing weakly. His back disappearing into the shadows, I watched as milky white semen slowly oozed from my wife's pussy, dripping down her thighs. Her slit twitched repeatedly, pulsing with aftershocks.

The junior wiped her pussy roughly with a towel, then without hesitation, plunged his cock inside and began fierce, rapid thrusts.

My wife clutched the blanket with both hands, trying to brace herself, but the junior's powerful strokes kept pushing her forward relentlessly.

It wasn't long before he, too, came deep inside her—and collapsed beside her.

My wife remained frozen—motionless, chest pressed flat against the floor, ass raised high toward the ceiling.

Her anus twitched rhythmically as she savored the lingering sensations, slowly squeezing out streams of both men's cum, drop by drop.

After some time passed, she returned to our bedroom. I tore open her robe and ran my hands over her body.

She looked exhausted—soon fell asleep.

My erect cock searched for her pussy. I sucked her breasts, my hand sliding down to her slit.

Her labia felt swollen and taut—clearly from the intense sex.

I turned on the light and looked at her pussy.

Her labia were puffed up, red and engorged. Clumps of hair stuck together with dried semen. The scent—thick, musky, like night-blooming flowers—was unmistakable. Daniel Kim's and the junior's cum.

The smell alone nearly made my cock explode.

I spread her legs—more of their semen trickled out.

My cock slipped in effortlessly, disappearing deep into her still-warm, cum-filled pussy. I pumped for a long time—then emptied myself inside her too.

The next morning, I pretended nothing had happened. We ate breakfast together, exchanging casual glances.

I still haven't said a word to her.

I find myself loving her more than ever.