My Beautiful Wife – NTR

The moment I came, a rush of electricity shot through my whole body.

I didn’t hold back a single drop. Even though my seed couldn’t get Yumi pregnant, I shoved my cock deep into her pussy and pumped every thick spurt straight inside her, wasting nothing.

For some reason, maybe the twisted thrill of it all, sex with Yumi felt better than it had in a long time.

She came equally hard too.

Maybe it was the wine’s influence, or perhaps the thorough foreplay Jihoon had given her before I joined in, but Yumi finally reached an orgasm she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

I pulled my cock out of her pussy.

Thick cum that had been stored in my balls for who knows how long immediately started leaking from her hole.

Watching her lazy, satisfied expression, I casually picked up a wet wipe from the nightstand and began cleaning her.

Yumi lay there lazily while I wiped her pussy, her breathing slowly becoming steady and calm.

By the time I finished cleaning her, she had already fallen into a deep sleep…

I pulled her into my arms and got ready to sleep too.

I wasn’t sure if my “claiming my territory” move tonight had worked, or if Jihoon had even heard us fucking.

I hoped he had.

With that satisfied feeling, I drifted off. It had been so long since I felt this warm and close to her.

“Hee hee…”

The next morning, I felt an itch on my nose. Opening my eyes, I saw Yumi, already awake, brushing her temple against my nose with a playful smile.

“Awake?”

I rubbed my eyes.

Upon seeing me stir, Yumi’s smile vanished abruptly. She gave a soft huff and turned away, facing her back to me.

I checked the time… it was still early, no rush to get up.

“Wife, are you still mad?” I wrapped my arms around Yumi from behind, pressing my nose against the back of her neck and inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

“Yeah, I’m mad. Why wouldn’t I be? You suspected I was cheating…”

Yumi said from behind me. Though she claimed to be angry, her tone had softened considerably.

That’s how married couples are—quarrels at the head of the bed, reconciliation at the foot. No grudge lasts overnight between spouses.

“I’m sorry, honey. I was being overly sensitive. Sigh… it’s hard to explain…” All my explanations felt useless. I could only sigh. Who could understand the bitterness in my heart?

“Actually, husband, I understand you. Thinking about it, it’s partly my fault too. Lately because of Jihoon, I’ve been paying less attention to you, so you felt insecure. I studied some psychology. With your health issues and our situation, it’s normal for you to worry and doubt. I should have been more understanding. I’m still a little mad, but I get it…”

Hearing my apology, Yumi immediately turned and embraced me, whispering softly in my ear.

Truly, her words jolted me awake. Yumi had voiced exactly what I’d been thinking.

My sexual performance was poor, and I couldn’t father children.

Yet I had a wife as beautiful as a flower, and I was constantly away on business trips…

It was only natural that I’d feel anxious and doubtful.

Knowing she understood made my heart swell with sweetness.

“And you were so naughty last night…” After lying in my arms for a while, Yumi playfully punched me lightly.

“What do you mean?” I knew exactly what she meant but pretended to be clueless.

“You’re asking? You snuck up behind me without warning…”

Yumi was referring to last night when I had secretly pinned her from behind, repeatedly taking her from behind so she couldn’t see who was making love to her.

The surprise had even scared her to tears.

“Silly girl, who else could it be?”

I smiled, trying to keep my expression calm.

I left the last part unsaid: “There are only three of us in this house. If it wasn’t me, then who else could it be but Jihoon?”

“I thought…” Yumi got so embarrassed she stumbled over her words.

“You thought it was Jihoon?”

Perhaps with our mutual misunderstanding resolved and our relationship rekindled, I found myself teasing her playfully, keeping my expression neutral, devoid of any other emotion.

“What are you thinking? Of course I knew it wasn’t Jihoon…” 

Yumi stopped mid-sentence, a flicker of tension crossing her face.

She seemed to realize she’d said something wrong, a brief panic flashing in her eyes before vanishing.

How could she be so sure it wasn’t Jihoon?

Something didn’t add up here… 

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