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“Sorry, honey! I’m totally swamped at work. Definitely going to be spending a few extra hours here. I’ll pick something up, so go ahead and have dinner without me, okay? Love you!”
Hyunjin sighed at the end of her husband’s voicemail message. She didn’t need to hear it twice. She was used to this routine. The same excuse for his absence, followed by a hastily added “love you” that seemed too cheerful for a man prevented from coming home to his wife and children.
She eyed the stove. Hyunjin had just finished preparing Jisung’s favorite dishes, foolishly thinking that he would be here to enjoy them this time. But it was clear now that their dining table would have an empty seat tonight.
It stung. It always did, but Hyunjin pushed her thoughts aside, plastering on a smile and willing herself to let it slide once again. She couldn’t dwell on this now, not while the boys were hungry.
So, she set the table, served her two sons their meals, and chatted with them about their day. After dinner, she tidied up, helped Changbin with his math homework, read picture books to Chan, and put them both to bed.
The boys always slept by 9:30 p.m., and Jisung still wasn’t home.
Hyunjin couldn’t help but contemplate if she should call, but she didn’t. She already knew he wouldn’t answer. He never picked up her calls at this hour.
It’s fine, she reassured herself. Jisung’s a famous music producer. His schedule is bound to be irregular. He’s working hard for our family. I need to work hard, too.
10:00 p.m. Hyunjin washed all the dishes, wiped down the counters, and packed lunches for Chan, Changbin, and Jisung.
10:30 p.m. Hyunjin folded the freshly cleaned laundry and even ironed the clothes she knew Jisung would want to wear to work tomorrow.
11:00 p.m. Hyunjin took a long shower, letting her stress evaporate with the heat. Before changing into comfortable pajamas, she dried her black hair. It had grown to her shoulders, and she debated whether she should go blonde again. Bleaching was hard on her scalp, but her husband seemed to like it last time.
11:30 p.m. She switched off the lights and slipped into bed. The king-sized mattress, adorned with plush throw pillows and a weighted blanket, felt overwhelmingly spacious without Jisung.
12:00 a.m. The pressure of the duvet and the dark quiet of the room lulled Hyunjin into sleep. It was lonely, but nothing could hurt her when she escaped into her subconscious.
12:30 a.m. Her eyes slowly drifted open at the feeling of someone dipping into the mattress. An arm snaked around her waist, and in her sleep-ridden haze, Hyunjin instinctively leaned into the warm touch.
“Sorry, baby,” a low, hushed voice said in her ear.
Jisung was home. The minty aftertaste of Hyunjin’s toothpaste soured into something bitter.
When she was alone in the house, Hyunjin’s mind always wandered to the past while she went about her usual chores. She would reminisce about meeting Jisung in college, their weekly dates, their first time being intimate. She’d reflect on her wedding day, how Jisung beamed at her at the altar. How he quite literally swept her off her feet with a dramatic kiss.
It didn’t bode well to think about anything beyond that point.
Hyunjin stretched as she finished dusting the furniture. She glanced at the clock; there was still some time before she needed to pick the boys up from school. She figured she could work on a painting after popping in a load of laundry.
Before placing them into the washing machine, Hyunjin checked each pocket of every garment. She was especially thorough with Jisung’s slacks— he was very prone to leaving little bits and bobs in his pant pockets and forgetting about them.
“Knew it,” Hyunjin said to herself with a smug smile as she pulled out a folded receipt. She was so attuned to his habits, and her correct prediction made her fond. “Seriously, he’s so—”
She was shocked into stopping mid-sentence upon reading the paper.
The receipt was from a department store on the other side of town, nowhere near their home nor Jisung’s studio. It detailed a payment made for a box of chocolates and an expensive perfume. Hyunjin blinked several times, not sure of what this meant. Did he get her a gift?
Her breath caught at the final item on the list. She rubbed her eyes, thinking perhaps she had misread it.
But it was there, clear as day. Her mind spiraled with confusion, and buds of anxiety began to take root. Jisung had bought a pack of condoms.
Okay, that doesn’t mean anything. She attempted to maintain a semblance of calm. It did nothing to prevent the well of dread overflowing in the pit of her stomach. Because Hyunjin hadn’t had sex with her husband for the past several months due to his busy schedule.
Perhaps this was a positive thing. Perhaps this meant Jisung wanted to touch her again. And for so long, Hyunjin desperately wished for that in secret. She never had the nerve to bring it up since Jisung always looked so tired when he came home.
Then she noticed the time stamp of the purchase. It was from yesterday at 5:42 p.m.
She reached for her phone and unlocked it with shaking fingers. It was just as she remembered. Jisung’s voicemail from last night, in which he apologized for being stuck at work, was left at 6:16 p.m. More than a half hour after his trip to the store.
She rushed into the master bedroom, tightly clutching the paper, and ripped open the side drawer where they used to store the condoms. Empty.
Hyunjin’s long legs buckled. She slid to the floor and sat there for a long while, speechless. “It’s just a misunderstanding,” she whispered. “I could just ask him.” Her own words sounded hollow to her ears.
If Jisung had left from work before dinner time, why had he arrived home at midnight? Where did he go?
Hyunjin’s focus drifted back to the receipt, now crumpled from her grip. There was a faint outline, she realized with a start. Something was written on the back, and the ink had lightly bled through.
She flipped it over to find an address messily penned down. She automatically distinguished the handwriting as Jisung’s. Her hands snatched her phone, and a quick Google search revealed the location on a map.
A hotel. The address was for a hotel.
A choked wail tore through Hyunjin’s body at the sight. She dropped her phone, placing her head in her hands.
Who? Who did Jisung go to meet? Who was her husband seeing behind her back? A coworker? A singer he produced for? Was it someone Hyunjin knew?
Long, brunette hair flashed in her mind. A memory of two people laughing without her. A familiar, ugly feeling. Her?
Brutal sobs echoed throughout the bedroom. Hot tears stained Hyunjin’s cheeks, and she panted heavily. Her fingers curled violently into her hair. She tugged at the locks as if she could rip out the thoughts from her brain. It was all too much.
Hyunjin’s fit of anguish was interrupted by a buzz. The phone vibrated with a reminder to pick up her sons.
Hyunjin kissed her husband on the cheek before he headed to work.
“I should let you know,” Jisung said with an apologetic smile. “Tomorrow’s Saturday, but I still have to go into the office. There’s a meeting with a major client, so I just can’t get out of it. Really sorry, baby.”
Hyunjin mustered up the courage to feign empathy. A week passed since she discovered what was in Jisung’s pocket, and it hadn’t been easy to sleep in the same bed as him. For once, she was thankful that he was hardly ever home and couldn’t see how she was crumbling to pieces inside.
“It’s alright, honey!” Hyunjin replied, willing her voice to stay even. “I was planning to visit your mother’s place with the boys after school, and then sleep over for the weekend. I’ll just prepare your meals in advance and leave them in the fridge for you.”
Jisung’s face lit up, and Hyunjin hated how much it satisfied her to know she pleased him. Despite what she recently learned, it was difficult to break from old habits. Her first instinct was to take care of him, to strive for those smiles and win his gratitude.
“That’s perfect, babe. I know Mom needs the company.”
If you know, then why don’t you ever go to see her, too? Hyunjin held her tongue. It wasn’t hard. She could never bring herself to confront her husband, even when she internally raged. Unable to ruin the mood, Hyunjin clung to his happiness and their facade of a normal marriage.
For the rest of the day, Hyunjin acted as she said she would. She cooked Jisung’s lunch and dinner for the weekend, organized it into tupperware, and left it in the fridge with sticky notes to label them. She picked up the boys from school and helped them pack for their sleepover. As she drove to their grandmother’s house, she watched Chan and Changbin bicker adorably in the backseat from the rearview mirror.
This is what her husband was missing, she thought with a flare of anger.
Hyunjin pulled up into the driveway of Jisung’s parents’ home. Her mother-in-law was already waiting on the porch, eyes crinkling as she smiled wide.
Jeongin, Jisung’s mother, needed much more care and attention after her husband’s passing. Hyunjin made sure to visit often with the kids.
But this time, she didn’t come here for Jeongin’s sake.
“Thanks for having us for the weekend,” Hyunjin greeted her mother-in-law sweetly as she brought Chan’s backpack inside. Her sons trailed behind her with their bags, excitedly discussing which anime to watch on their grandmother’s TV.
Jeongin pulled Hyunjin into a warm hug. “Of course! I’m so happy you came. And I’ll be sure to keep them in check while you’re with your friends!”
Hyunjin hugged back, mentally apologizing in secret. She told Jeongin previously that she was going out with college friends and needed someone to look after the kids until she returned late in the evening. But in actuality, this was an opportunity for her to uncover the truth.
To avoid the risk of getting caught, Hyunjin first drove over to pick up a rental car. Once she switched vehicles, she parked nearby Jisung’s workplace and lie in wait. She moved her seat back to make some space, sketching just to pass the time, but her heart wasn’t in it. Every few moments, her eyes flicked to the office entrance to search for Jisung. Employees had been exiting the building, but none of them seemed to be her husband.
The afternoon sun dipped into the horizon, and soon the streetlights were the only illumination in the dark. Hyunjin’s eyelids drooped with fatigue, and she regretted not picking up an iced americano when she had the chance.
Then, a familiar head of light brown hair and pair of spectacles sauntered out the door. Hyunjin broke from her tired spell with a lurch. She was on full alert now as she tracked Jisung’s path to his car. After he pulled out of the parking lot, she waited a beat to follow.
Her pulse thrummed faster as the car gained speed. Wherever Jisung was heading, it was far from their home. Hyunjin worried she might lose him, but was still wary enough to keep some distance from Jisung’s car.
Finally, he turned into a parking lot. Hyunjin’s fingers shook once she registered where they were — a fancy gourmet Italian restaurant with a pricey menu. She dreamed to come here with Jisung on a date.
He must of had a reservation. He strolled right in, and Hyunjin could see through the windows that he was quickly ushered further inside to be seated. From her parked spot, she could not view where he sat or with whom.
Again, she waited. Her stomach rumbled and her body was sore with discomfort, but she didn’t dare to move.
After several hours, Jisung came tumbling out of the door, visibly drunk. Hyunjin gave a pained gasp when she noticed someone was tucked into his arm. A woman.
Sleek chestnut hair styled up into a neat chignon. Pouted red lips against a cutting side profile. A long, flattering black dress that perfectly hugged ample curves.
Of course it had to be her. Of course it had to be Minho. The wife of Seungmin, Jisung’s brother.
The two were huddled close, laughing over something Hyunjin could not hear. Jisung’s hand squeezed Minho’s waist, his face flushed.
Hyunjin wanted to bang her head into the steering wheel. She would have if she didn’t fear the commotion the horn might make.
She watched them climb into Jisung’s car with Minho in the driver’s seat. They reversed from their spot and turned to leave the restaurant.
Hyunjin was too aghast to turn her car key into ignition. Based on where she currently was, the hotel address she previously found in Jisung’s pocket was a short drive away. Most likely, that’s where her husband and his sister-in-law were destined.
Hyunjin could go there now. She could burst through their hotel room and catch them in the act. She could confront them, expose them for their lies.
Instead, she sobbed over the steering wheel for an hour in the empty parking lot, and drove back to her kids.
Three weeks went by, and Hyunjin found herself in her car again, sitting in the driveway of Seungmin and Minho’s home on a Wednesday afternoon.
Since that night at the restaurant, Hyunjin had spent her days in a stupor. Her actions were robotic, simply going through the motions of her daily responsibilities. Her thoughts stayed cluttered, and her heart always ached. She never knew what to say. No one around her seemed to notice.
They hadn’t met up with Seungmin and Minho in several months. After the birth of their first child, Seungmin said it was because they wanted time to focus on the baby. But Hyunjin could tell it was just a front. Seungmin never wanted to visit for the same reason why Hyunjin never wanted to invite them.
Minho and Jisung’s chemistry.
It was too uncomfortable. Whenever Seungmin came over with his wife, a change immediately overtook Jisung. He turned up the charm and was eager to impress. He laid on the sweet compliments toward his sister-in-law much too thickly for Hyunjin’s taste. He cracked jokes with her that bordered on flirtatious— not enough to reprimand him for going too far, yet still suggestive enough to make Hyunjin anxious.
Minho always responded well to his quips. Her soft giggles coupled with her curious gaze would motivate Jisung further, and they had an easy banter that Hyunjin envied. Seungmin always watched quietly, his expressions guarded.
Hyunjin knew things weren’t always great between Seungmin and Minho, but she was under the impression that they were working on their relationship. Hyunjin had hoped that parenthood would strengthen their bond. Or at the very least, she hoped that taking care of Felix, named after his late grandfather, would keep Minho too busy to think about Jisung.
As evident to her now, that was not the case.
She didn’t know when their relationship started. Perhaps Hyunjin had lost the day Seungmin introduced Jisung to Minho.
It drove Hyunjin insane knowing what they had done. Every night, she lie awake, wondering if she had done something wrong. If she had pushed Jisung away, somehow. She wanted to voice these thoughts, to shake him and ask him what happened. But Hyunjin’s throat closed up whenever she tried to broach the topic.
Now, she stared at the front of Minho’s doorstep, knowing that Seungmin wouldn’t be home until nightfall. She didn’t think she could speak to Jisung without falling apart, but perhaps she could do this.
Her fist felt heavy as her knuckles rapped at the door. Nausea permeated her senses when Minho threw it open, a grin on her face. She was so ethereally beautiful even in a loose tee and sweatpants that it made Hyunjin want to cry.
“Hyunjinnie! Great timing, I just put Lix to bed.”
“Hi,” Hyunjin swallowed with a fake smile.
Minho took her wrist, pulling her in. Hyunjin thought she should wrench her arm away, but her body froze.
“Come, the albums are upstairs in my room!”
When Hyunjin texted Minho that morning with the question to come over, she claimed it was to look at old photos of Seungmin and Jisung’s parents. Minho was happy to oblige, and led Hyunjin through the halls of their enormous home. They passed by the nursery where little Felix slept peacefully. Hyunjin paused to admire his tiny form, so sweet and lovely.
She wondered bitterly if he was even Seungmin’s biological son.
“Go ahead and sit,” Minho said excitedly as they walked into the room. Hyunjin perched on the bed while Minho brought out a stack of photo albums.
She chattered on about the context of each picture, and Hyunjin pretended to listen. She nodded a few times, and made noises of agreement.
Internally, her blood was pumping. Her ears rang as anxiety gnawed away at her.
The loud whack of a book slamming shut made her jump.
“Hyunjin-ah. You didn’t come here to look at old photos, did you?”
Hyunjin was sick of this game.
“You’re right.” She trembled with a mix of panic and loathing. “I know what you did. What the two of you did.”
The older woman looked down at her with a raised brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You and Jisung. I saw you together, I know you’re—“ Hyunjin wavered, her shoulders shaking. “I know you’ve been seeing him.”
Minho’s eyes were narrowed into slits. “Think very carefully about what it is you’re implying.”
“I did. And you didn’t deny it.”
Hyunjin knew she wouldn’t. Minho was skirting around the topic, unable to outright deny the accusations because she couldn’t. They both knew she was a terrible liar. Any attempts at dishonesty would clearly show in Minho’s reddened ears and darting eyes.
So, she didn’t lie. After a long stare, Minho exhaled tiredly, then looked to Hyunjin with resolution.
Hyunjin asked once again. “Are you having an affair with my husband?”
There was no more hesitation. “Yes.”
Something inside Hyunjin shattered. She balled her fists and felt the prickle of angry tears threatening to form. “You— how could you? I don’t— That’s just so—“
Minho looked back as Hyunjin struggled to speak, expressionless. Something about her lack of emotion hammered another nail into Hyunjin’s heart.
Her nose started to run. “And Seungmin?” Hyunjin said between sniffles. “He’d be h-heartbroken if he knew.” To lose your lover to your sibling seemed like the worst sort of betrayal.
Minho’s eye twitched. “Seungminnie,” she gritted. Hyunjin shrunk away from the steel in her voice. “Wouldn’t give a fuck if he knew. So I won’t bother to care either.”
“What?” Hyunjin exclaimed, dubious. She thought of the times she witnessed her brother-in-law observing Minho, the way he watched his wife laugh at his brother’s antics. She recalled the hard set to his jaw, the tension in his posture. “How are you so sure?”
“Enough,” Minho deflected. “You came here to talk about me and Jisungie, didn’t you?”
Hyunjin shifted uncomfortably. “I just,” she swallowed, unsure. “I just need to know why. Why he chose you, why not me, a-after everything we’ve been through together?“
She wiped away at the streaming tears. Her throat ached as she continued. “I don’t even know how to ask him, so I came here instead. I… I don’t get it. Yeah, you’re confident and you’re beautiful and—“ Hyunjin hiccuped painfully as another set of tears fell. “Wh-what can you do that I can’t? What did you fucking do that made him want you over me?”
Minho stared at her evenly, her face unreadable. Hyunjin had an urge to slap it, and would have if she had the energy, if only to unearth some sort of emotion. Guilt, scorn, anger, pity, disdain, she wanted something out of Minho.
“Can you just say something already?” Hyunjin demanded, her voice breaking.
Minho nodded, carefully considering her words. Her answer was quiet. “If you really want to know why, I can show you.”
“What?”
“We recorded it a few times.” Minho explained. She got up from the bed, moving past Hyunjin to open up the bottom drawer of her vanity. Hyunjin craned her neck to determine what Minho was retrieving, and her trepidation grew when she realized it was a tablet.
“Do you want to see? What me and Jisungie do together?” Minho’s eyes bore into Hyunjin’s. She felt naked, like the elder woman could peel back her skin and peer into her fast-beating heart. “Let me show you why he keeps coming back for more.”
The logical part of Hyunjin’s brain told her to decline, but reason was the least of her priorities today. She was dying to understand. She needed to see for herself what this woman possessed that she did not. It would haunt her forever to not know what Jisung saw in Minho that Hyunjin could not measure up to. She nodded gingerly, unable to speak.
Minho set the tablet in front of Hyunjin, who waited with bated breath as Minho pressed play.
Hyunjin jumped as the video immediately began with Minho sitting atop of Jisung, gazing down at him with an air of authority. Her honeyed skin was clad in silken rouge lingerie while Jisung lay bare. Minho’s thick thighs were spread wide, and Jisung’s cock was already buried inside her.
Jisung seemed to be wriggling about, and Hyunjin gaped when she saw that his hands were bound. “Untie me, please, baby? I wanna touch…” His voice was thin and raspy.
Minho responded with a smack to his cheek, causing Hyunjin to flinch. “Who said you could make requests? Good boys wait their turn.” Her scowl was full of contempt. “Do as I say, or else I’ll gag you again.”
To Hyunjin’s bewilderment, her husband did not look put off by this treatment. He even moaned as if it wasn’t a bad idea.
An awful sort of unease coursed through Hyunjin as Minho began moving her hips, riding Jisung’s cock with a smooth rhythm. The two never broke eye contact as breathy moans spilled from their lips. Minho’s fingers curled around Jisung’s throat, pressing lightly as she rocked on top of him. He writhed in pleasure, earning another slap when he bucked up into her.
Hyunjin stayed glued to the screen, wondering if she could ever manage to wield control over Jisung like that. Whenever they had sex, it was always her clinging onto him, gripping his arms for stability as he fucked her at his own pace.
“So close, noona,” he breathed. His voiced bliss was another dagger pushed into her heart, but Hyunjin couldn’t look away.
A pornographic cacophony resounded throughout the bedroom, produced by their moans mingling with the obscene clap of skin on skin. In her dread-induced curiosity, Hyunjin didn’t register how her legs started to press together, fidgeting for friction.
She was so sure that Jisung was going to reach his climax soon. And then Minho stopped.
Minho pulled off Jisung’s cock, showing off the glistening trail of fluid left between them. “This isn’t how you wanted to come, right Sungie?”
Jisung nodded eagerly with a small whine. Hyunjin’s confusion grew, and apprehension sprouted within her. She didn’t know what to expect.
“I’ll go put it on, be right back.” Minho slid off of Jisung’s body entirely. She gave him a quick kiss and walked off-screen.
Hyunjin used the time to take in Jisung’s appearance. His hands were still tied, and his chest rose and fell as he looked up at the ceiling. He looked… excited. Energized in a way Hyunjin hadn’t witnessed before.
She bit her lip and turned to lock eyes with the woman beside her. Her blood boiled, despair scratching at her insides.
“If this is what he wanted, he could have told me—“
“And then what?” Minho retorted. “Would you give it to him like this, pillow princess?” Her grin was wicked.
Hyunjin whimpered in defeat. “We could have worked something out…”
She hated how meek she sounded. She wanted to bite back at Minho’s words with vitriol, but her mind liquified underneath that haughty gaze.
Her focus snapped back to the video when Jisung’s voice called out. His head was angled to look at Minho, who was still out of the shot. “Is that your new toy? Looks great on you, babe.”
A soft chuckle came from the tablet’s speaker. “Will look even better when it’s in you, honey.”
Hyunjin didn’t have the chance to process how she felt about their exchanging of pet names. Her breath lodged in her throat when Minho reappeared.
There was something so big, it instantly grabbed Hyunjin’s attention. Long and thick, glossy and black. With a drop of her jaw, Hyunjin gawked incredulously. Minho had strapped on a dildo, and it jutted from her pelvis like a real cock.
In the video, Minho then reached for Jisung’s hips and flipped him over onto his stomach. He stilled, like being so roughly handled was habitual to him. His ass now raised, Minho gave it a slap. Hyunjin stuttered at the sight of it jiggling under the impact.
Hyunjin saw Minho’s fingers hook onto something. Her eyes widened when a shining pink anal plug came into view, pulled out from where it had nestled snugly in Jisung’s hole. The plug was coated in a clear sheen, evidence of prior lubrication. Had that been inside him the whole time?
Minho’s hand curled around the base of the dildo. She tapped it a few times against Jisung’s entrance. “You ready, Sungie?”
“Mm, yeah,” Jisung groaned with a shake of his hips. “Wanna come on Mommy’s cock.”
Hyunjin sucked in a gasp as the dildo pushed inside Jisung’s ass. Blood rushed to her cheeks at the lascivious sound of his lubed-up hole sucking in the toy.
Her husband’s face contorted with desire at the stretch, and a high-pitched whine rang from the speakers. Hyunjin jerked in surprise. The voice came from Jisung’s mouth, yet she did not recognize it. It was so different than the low grunts she heard when he fucked her.
She sat transfixed by the image of Jisung desperately clutching onto the floral linen, ass high in the air as Minho slammed the dildo into him repeatedly.
An array of conflicting emotions churned within Hyunjin. Misery, at the blatant evidence of her husband’s infidelity. Astonishment, from the desires he kept hidden away from her. But most alarmingly, arousal. It coiled in the pit of her stomach, stiflingly hot. Like a punch to the gut, it dawned on Hyunjin that this reaction was not induced by Jisung’s desperate moans blaring from speaker.
No, Hyunjin’s body reacted to Minho’s show of dominance. Her eyes followed the expert movement of Minho’s hips, the muscular form of her thighs, and the bruising grip she had on Jisung’s skin.
Hyunjin remembered how her husband looked in bed. She thought of his face as he towered over her, twisted in want. His eyes glazed, as if he didn’t even see her while he sloppily chased his release.
He didn’t look like Minho did now, neat elegance and utter control in all her motions. Her consistent, razor-sharp focus on Jisung had Hyunjin mesmerized. She wondered what it was like to feel those eyes on her.
Hyunjin’s ears flittered at the sound of a hand sweeping against leather, the clink of a buckle. She swiveled around and immediately squeaked.
Minho stood, fully naked. Hyunjin’s mind raced, trying to determine when the woman had gotten up and undressed.
She had already seen much of Minho’s body in the video, but it was even more stunning in person. Under different circumstances, her voluptuous figure would have been a cause of jealousy for Hyunjin. But in this moment, with the heady sounds of sex pealing next to her, everything felt unreal. Minho was exposed and on display right in front of her eyes. Hyunjin’s mouth watered.
In her hands, Minho presented the very same strap-on as the one she wore on-screen. Hyunjin felt dizzy looking at the toy. It appeared so much larger in person. Her husband’s dick was an impressive size, but neither his length nor girth could compare to what Minho held before her.
The brunette’s head was tilted, a question on her lips. “Do you want to try it out with me? Feel as good as he does?”
Hyunjin’s mouth fell open in disbelief at the proposal. She studied Minho’s expression. It was free of ridicule or sarcasm, and Hyunjin realized with a jolt that Minho was genuinely asking if she wanted to be fucked.
When she didn’t speak, Minho elaborated. “You just seemed so interested in the video,” she said with a shrug. “Of course, I won’t push it if you’re not comfortable. I just thought you’d might like to play with me, to really get why Sungie enjoys this.”
Minho’s tone was nonchalant, but her eyes swirled with hunger. They pierced through Hyunjin, sending her reeling.
A shadow of doubt flickered in her mind. A reminder of the vows she made to her husband all those years ago.
It’s not like that, Hyunjin thought to herself, feeling resentful. Any guilt was washed away by the graphic moans coming from the tablet. I’m only doing what he did. I just want to understand.
“Okay,” she found herself agreeing. “I’ll try.” Minho gave her a coquettish smile, and Hyunjin heard her own heart pound.
Minho set the strap-on down on the bed before crawling closer. Hyunjin sat completely still, holding her breath.
“Can I touch you?” Minho asked, hands hovering next to Hyunjin’s face. With a gulp, she nodded slowly.
The first contact of Minho’s fingers on her cheek already had Hyunjin melting. Minho’s hands grazed her lightly, tracing down her jaw. She moved her head closer and paused, lips only centimeters away from Hyunjin’s. “I’m going to kiss you now,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The younger woman felt a thrill at the hot breath against her skin. She parted her lips in response, letting Minho slot her own against her.
In an instant, every one of Hyunjin’s cells ignited. It had been so long since someone kissed her like this, hands gripping her face while their lips moved with urgency. She sighed as Minho deepened the kiss. Wet heat surrounded her with each glide of tongue against tongue.
It was nothing like the chaste pecks she settled for with Jisung. Hyunjin could not recall the last time she truly tasted him, or what he even tasted like for that matter. His frequent absences made it difficult to fit passion into their free time.
The aroma of Minho’s perfume enveloped her senses as they kissed. Whereas Hyunjin opted for subtle floral fragrances, Minho’s scent was composed of rich spice. The strong blend of cardamom and juniper engulfed Hyunjin’s perceptions until it was all she could smell. She felt drunk off of it.
Minho roamed lower, kissing Hyunjin’s neck as her hands groped her sides. Hyunjin inhaled sharply as Minho cupped her breasts and massaged them through her thin blouse. She let Minho work at the buttons, undoing them one at a time.
Minho kissed the column of her throat. She sucked marks just above her collarbone while Hyunjin unclasped her bra. Her nipples were perked up, and she bit back a groan when Minho’s fingers clamped around them.
Their lips met again, limbs intertwined while their tits pressed against each other. Minho moaned into Hyunjin’s mouth at the brush of their sensitive nipples.
Minho caught Hyunjin’s bottom lip between her teeth while her fingers dipped into the waistband of her jeans. She pulled them down, and Hyunjin kicked them off.
The air was warm, but Hyunjin shivered, just in her underwear as Minho’s eyes racked over her form. “Pretty,” she said quietly.
Hyunjin blushed at the compliment, twitching under the featherlight caresses to her belly. She could feel how drenched her panties were already, cheeks growing hot when Minho noticed as well.
“This excited already, hmm?” She smugly remarked as she slipped off Hyunjin’s underwear.
A mortified part of Hyunjin wanted to curl up and die, but her lustful haze was stronger. “Just do it, already…”
She wished she could wipe the smirk from Minho’s face. “Do what? You need to use your words, Hyunjinnie.”
So she was going to make her say it. Hyunjin squirmed about with a small whine. “Put that in,” she answered with a glance to the dildo. She was too embarrassed to go into detail.
Minho’s catlike smile grew. She licked her lips, and Hyunjin briefly worried if she was going to be eaten. “So coy,” Minho teased, her fingers tracing over Hyunjin’s plump lower lip. “Open up.”
It was disarming to Hyunjin how quickly she obeyed. Once there was leeway to enter, Minho shoved two fingers inside.
Hyunjin gave a muffled cry at the intrusion. She sucked on the fingers as they bobbed back and forth. The sound of Jisung’s moans began to drown out as the recording came to an end, and all that was left was the slick noise of Hyunjin wetting Minho’s fingers.
Her eyes watered when Minho pushed them deeper into her throat. Hyunjin’s tongue lay flat against the underside of Minho’s fingers, letting them fuck into her mouth until they were retracted.
Minho spread Hyunjin’s already parted thighs further apart. Her wet fingers rubbed against Hyunjin’s clit before moving down between her labia, eliciting shaky moans from the younger.
Hyunjin’s back arched off the mattress as Minho's fingers pushed inside her. She gave a choked shout, eyes rolling while Minho pistoned into her cunt.
“You like my fingers, sweetie?” Minho asked, enjoying the way Hyunjin was unraveling beneath her. “Love how I play with your cute little hole?”
“Ah! Y-yeah!” Hyunjin managed to say between muddled cries. “Want m-more, please, your dick— oh!” She practically shrieked when Minho added a third finger.
Jisung’s voice echoed in her mind. Wanna come on Mommy’s cock. Hyunjin craved it, too. She had to know what it was like to be split open by something so thick.
“Want it, want cock,” she slurred.
Minho’s eyes were glimmering, enamored by Hyunjin’s desperation. “Alright, baby. You’ve been so patient, haven’t you?”
Hyunjin gasped when Minho’s fingers pulled out of her. Her pulse sprinted with bubbling anticipation as she watched Minho secure the harness. The dildo protruded strikingly from her pubic bone just like in the video.
Minho spat in her hand and pumped its length, slicking it up. Hyunjin quivered at the crude sight, heightening her arousal.
Minho’s hands grabbed at Hyunjin’s waist, and Hyunjin was pushed down onto her front with a soft yelp. Her hips were raised, and she could feel the tip of the strap-on brush against her thigh.
“Want me to do you like this?” Minho asked. “Your husband likes it when I fuck him from behind.”
There was something overwhelmingly sensual about being unable to see what Minho was going to do. Hyunjin’s focus on the sound of her voice and the warmth of her fingers amplified.
“Y-yeah.”
As soon as she agreed, Minho’s grip on her waist tightened. Hyunjin felt the head of the dildo meet her entrance, and her mouth fell with an inaudible scream as it slowly pushed through.
Her cunt squelched as it stretched against the girth of the cock. Minho eased it in, pausing a few times to let Hyunjin adjust.
“So big,” Hyunjin strained to speak. “So m-much.” She couldn’t see how much of the dildo she had taken in, and she already felt unbelievably full.
Minho’s pleased tone made Hyunjin’s head spin. “That’s it, dear. You’re taking my cock so prettily.”
Words failed Hyunjin as Minho continued pushing in. She tried to manage her breathing as she felt more of the toy enter her body.
“It’s all in,” Minho said as she bottomed out. She stilled again so that Hyunjin could adapt to such a deep penetration.
Hyunjin shook. Her thoughts clouded, the line between her mind and body blurring. A hollow formed in her heart the day she learned of Jisung’s affair, and now it had finally been filled.
“F-fuck me, please,” she cried. Minho was swift to respond, pulling back her hips and slamming back in. Waves of pleasure coursed throughout Hyunjin with each movement. She swore into the pillow over and over, tears spilling as Minho fucked into her harder.
“Poor baby, how long have you gone without a proper fucking?” Minho’s doting tone contrasted her harsh thrusts. “You spend your days cleaning the house, taking care of the kids, preparing everyone’s meals, checking up on our mother-in-law… When was the last time you let yourself go?”
Hyunjin didn’t know how to reply to that. She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she felt such ecstasy, or when she had last allowed herself to even hope for it. The realization spurred on her desperation, and she begged Minho for more.
“Such a pretty mommy, so worked up. My cock feels nice, doesn’t it?”
Hyunjin’s loud moans were suppressed by the pillow. “It does, it does!”
“That’s right, sweetie. You’ve been so perfect to Jisungie, his obedient little wife, and how does he repay you? Leaving you lonely and untouched for months?” Minho’s words dripped with pity. “What was he thinking, neglecting such a darling like you?”
It felt ironic to hear such words from the person who stole her husband away. Hyunjin thought she should feel indignant, mocked from Minho’s audacity, yet her heart swayed instead.
She wanted to sob out, because Minho was right. She gave Jisung everything. She would move mountains for him, loved him fiercely with every bone in her body, and still it wasn’t enough to make him stay. Still it wasn’t enough to stop him from running into another woman’s embrace.
And here Minho was, acknowledging all the hurt Hyunjin had been enduring in secret. She felt seen, like someone finally validated her emotions. Like it wasn’t Hyunjin’s fault that she couldn’t make Jisung want her.
Minho licked the shell of Hyunjin’s ear before she spoke. The relentless pace of her hips continued, shaking Hyunjin’s core with every pointed thrust. “I never would have let you go if you were mine. I’d never make you doubt yourself. Precious little thing, I’d cherish you.”
This time, Hyunjin did sob. She sobbed from the sensation of Minho deliciously ravaging her cunt, sobbed from the knowledge that she was wanted. Someone still desired her, even if Jisung didn’t. Someone wished to treat her right.
“You’re so beautiful, Hyunjinnie,” Minho whispered, breath warm against the back of her neck. “Say it back. Tell me you’re beautiful.”
”I—” The younger woman faltered. The request took her by surprise. “I’m beautiful? Y-yeah. I’m beautiful.”
”Exactly. Don’t you forget it.”
Hyunjin nodded, rendered speechless at the self-reaffirmation. She didn’t think she could forget it even if she tried. Minho’s words could be so blunt and unexpected, yet also soothing in her surety. Healing, perhaps.
“I asked Sungie before, you know. If we should tell you everything and invite you to play with us,” Minho told her then. “But he disagreed.“ Her voice was tinged with disappointment. “He said you were too fainthearted and that you’d never allow for it. But I knew he was wrong. I could see it in you, how you’re sluttier than that.”
Hyunjin’s ears burned in humiliation. “I—I’m not a slut…”
Minho giggled. “Yeah?” She lilted with a particularly rough shove that made Hyunjin cry out. “Was Sungie right, then? Are you too sensitive for this?”
Abruptly, Minho halted her movements. She moved back, and the dildo slid out with a slick pop. Hyunjin whined softly at the loss.
“Good little wives don’t beg to be fucked on their husband’s side bitch’s silicone cock. So I should stop, right? Because you’re not a slut?”
Hyunjin’s eyes swam with tears. Her pride was beaten down, fucked into submission. She was a mouse caught between the claws of a cat, prey toyed with by a predator. And she was letting it happen. Desiring more.
She turned her head to look at Minho, lips trembling. “I…” Her voice came out quiet and docile. “I’ll be your slut, so please don’t stop,” she pleaded as her tears soaked the pillow.
Minho stroked her hair, proud, and Hyunjin keened under the touch. “That’s my girl,” Minho murmured.
Hyunjin’s breath hitched. She liked that. She wanted to be called hers, to be good and special.
Minho pushed the tip of the dildo through Hyunjin’s folds. The younger woman gasped at being filled again. It was the sweetest reward. She arched her back in the hopes of making Minho sink into her faster.
A sharp slap against the swell of Hyunjin’s ass made her cry out. “Don’t be so impatient,” Minho scolded with another slap. “Good sluts take what they’re given.”
Hyunjin mewled, affected more by the whiplash from Minho’s change in tone than at the sting. She nodded and relaxed her body. She wanted to be pliant for her.
Minho kept one hand steady on Hyunjin’s waist as she rolled her hips. The other hand smoothed down Hyunjin’s front, stopping when her fingers found her clit.
“Unnie!” Hyunjin gasped out. “Yes, just like that!”
Minho hummed, massaging with greater pressure at the request. “You’re so cute when you call out for me. Do it again.”
“Minho-unnie,” Hyunjin started to babble. “Unnie, please, more? I want it, want you…”
“That’s it,” Minho purred, roughly drilling the toy into Hyunjin’s pussy as she kneaded at the bud. “Gonna come just for Unnie?”
“Y-yeah,” Hyunjin moaned, shaking as she felt her climax approach. With a few more heated thrusts, her release flooded from her body. She weeped through it as her body bursted with pleasure.
Minho fawned at the sight. “Look at how much you came,” she said with a giggle. “Little mommy made a big mess, didn’t she? So cute.”
Hyunjin panted heavily. Everything seemed foggy from her bliss. She turned to look up at Minho.
Her breath constricted at the view of the older woman. Minho’s supple breasts heaved as she gazed upon Hyunjin with satisfaction.
She wanted to reach up and touch Minho, but her arms felt like jelly. “What about you, wanna make you come, too…”
Minho laughed softly. “I’m almost there, dear. You already did well, so don’t worry about a thing.”
It was so new to her, Hyunjin marveled. She was so used to ensuring that her husband’s needs were taken care of before her own. But then there was Minho, asking for the opposite. Putting Hyunjin first, then telling her she did a good job and didn’t need to overexert herself.
Minho unbuckled the harness and cast aside the strap-on. She still loomed over her, knees encasing Hyunjin’s body.
Hyunjin’s pupils blew wide as Minho pressed two fingers in her own pussy, rapidly fingering herself inches away from Hyunjin’s face.
The younger watched, entranced from the juicy sounds. Ragged breaths came out of Minho, and her sultry stare never strayed from the woman below her. It made Hyunjin’s skin crawl in the best way to be watched like this. To be the subject of Minho’s lust.
When Minho came, Hyunjin felt it all over her. It gushed onto her chest, wet and hot and coveting.
Minho collapsed beside her, throwing an arm around Hyunjin. “Fuck,” she whispered. “You’re so cute.”
Hyunjin’s breaths started to even out, but she still felt too spent to speak. Instead, she leaned into the touch, resting her cheek against the brunette.
“Listen carefully,” Minho said lowly in her ear. The vibration of her voice had her skin tingling. “When you’re with me, you are no one’s wife. You’re my slut, okay? You’re my pet, and I’ll always make you feel good. Do you want that?”
Hyunjin nodded. “Want it,” she croaked. It was the most she could manage at the moment.
Minho’s eyes glinted with delight. “Perfect.” She nuzzled closer into Hyunjin with a kiss to her neck. Hyunjin sighed, a renewed sense of content relaxing her into sleep.
Hyunjin shut the front door behind her, smiling to herself as she replayed the afternoon’s events in her head. After waking up from her nap, she scrambled back home with a flustered goodbye to Minho and a promise to stay in touch more often.
She had been caught up in the moment and needed some time to sort out her feelings. Still, her heart burst at the idea of her next meeting with her husband’s sister-in-law.
Her giddy thoughts were interrupted by the jangling of keys. Hyunjin whipped around right as Jisung entered their home. She blinked at him, taken aback. He shouldn’t be here this early.
“Hey, babe!” He said with a bright smile.
“You’re home already?” Hyunjin tried to sound enthusiastic in her inquiry, but it just came out flat and awkward to her ears.
“Yeah, I accidentally left a flash drive here that I need for work, so I just came back to get it.” He took his shoes off and padded over to kiss her cheek.
Hyunjin closed her eyes at the show of affection. It was odd, she thought. The hurt she felt so intensely before had faded. Jisung was here, still acting the part of a faithful husband, unknowing that she knew the truth. It made her nervous, but her sorrow was gone.
Hyunjin pondered if this was healthy.
Just as suddenly as he leaned in, Jisung started to pull back. And then, he froze.
Hyunjin’s heartrate accelerated. Jisung had stilled for a beat too long.
“Baby.” His voice was low and deceptively casual. “Did you change your perfume?”
Hyunjin’s mouth was dry. With an inhale, her senses were overrun with deep cardamom and juniper.
Minho’s scent was all over her. Hyunjin hadn’t noticed, and she didn’t know what to say.
“And what’s this?“ Jisung mused, brushing back Hyunjin’s hair.
She didn’t think anyone would be home. She didn’t think to cover up the marks Minho left.
Hyunjin looked up sheepishly. “Jisung, I think… we should talk. About Minho.”
Whenever Hyunjin imagined saying these words to her husband, she pictured him in shock, guilt painted across his features while he prattled out desperate apologies. She never expected the quirk of his eyebrow nor the toothy grin he was giving her now.
“Alright. Let’s talk. How ‘bout we start with how you got those hickeys on your neck?”
Hyunjin wondered what she had gotten herself into.