My Beautiful Wife – NTR

Watching the video play back frame by frame, I suddenly felt uneasy and restless as I witnessed that night unfold.

I never imagined that after spending so much time talking with Yumi before I left, Jihoon would inadvertently break through her defenses.

Perhaps the mother and son who had opened up to each other that night would never cross paths again, but after seeing their exchange, I vowed not to overlook a single clue.

I decided to keep watching—after all, I had all the time in the world…

Time ticked by.

Normally, Yumi would have already fallen into a deep sleep at this hour. But I knew her habits too well. She wasn’t asleep.

Though her eyes were closed, her eyebrows occasionally twitched, and her legs pressed together, rubbing lightly.

I quickly checked the exact date of the video and pulled up Yumi’s menstrual cycle chart on my phone.

Before I got sick, Yumi and I had been trying for a baby, so I always kept track of her cycle to know when she was most fertile.

Even though we didn’t need it anymore, I had kept the records.

Women have two peaks of sexual desire in their menstrual cycle. One comes right before their period, and the other is about fourteen days later.

Each peak typically lasts about three days.

These peaks may vary in intensity due to factors like arousal or fatigue, with one feeling stronger than the other.

I entered the date for that day and checked the results.

The app indicated those two days were when Yumi’s desire was strongest each month.

I recalled that every month, there were always two days when Yumi was very proactive in making love with me, while the rest of the time I had to take the initiative.

Only later did I learn that women have several days of peak desire every month.

Watching Yumi’s reaction in the video and looking at her cycle data, it was clear that tonight coincided with her peak sexual desire.

Combined with the fact that I’d been away from home for over ten days, Yumi, deprived of intimacy, seemed to have an increasingly strong sexual appetite.

This situation meant Yumi couldn’t sleep soundly tonight, and neither could that young man, Jihoon.

With such a perfect opportunity tonight, how could he let it slip away?

After all, Yumi hadn’t shared a bed with him for over ten days.

So now, after their heart-to-heart talk, mother and son lay awake for different reasons.

Both remained utterly still… Yumi afraid her tossing and turning would disturb her precious son’s rest, while Jihoon feared he couldn’t make her sleep deeply enough.

After checking my phone, I knew tonight was when Yumi’s desire peaked. I had a strong premonition this night wouldn’t be peaceful.

Minutes ticked by.

I knew Yumi was trying hard to distract herself internally, forcing herself not to feel the burning heat in her body so she could fall asleep.

Meanwhile, Jihoon, who had been waiting patiently, seemed to sense the time was right.

He opened his eyes while still facing away from her.

His gaze was filled with desire, a pent-up hunger from long-suppressed urges.

Tonight, only mother and son were present.

The obstacle—me—wasn’t home.

It was a heaven-sent chance.

Jihoon carefully turned over and sat up on the bed.

That night, the sky was overcast with no moonlight, plunging the outside into darkness.

Consequently, the bedroom remained shrouded in deep shadows.

Jihoon could likely only make out the rough outlines of objects within the room, unable to discern Yumi’s subtle expressions.

But what he didn’t notice was that Yumi was not asleep at all. Her occasional slight frowns and twitching nose gave it away.

My night vision camera captured it all, though Jihoon, lacking such vision, remained oblivious.

He had grown used to tasting Yumi’s sweetness and thought he knew her sleeping patterns perfectly.

He was too confident. 

As a kid, he was still far too careless and didn’t bother listening carefully to her breathing.

From the video, I could see Yumi’s chest rising and falling unevenly, but Jihoon was in too much of a hurry and completely missed the detail.

After getting up, Jihoon quietly knelt beside Yumi. He rubbed his eyes several times, seemingly trying to see more clearly in the pitch-black night.

Even though he moved slowly, how could Yumi, who was awake, not notice?

When she felt him sit up, her brows furrowed slightly, as if the inner conflict she was struggling with had been disturbed.

Yet her expression quickly returned to normal.

Perhaps she assumed Jihoon was merely getting up to use the restroom in the middle of the night, so Yumi kept her eyes closed.

Yet as Jihoon stayed up without making any further movement, Yumi seemed to sense something was off.

Her eyelids trembled as if she wanted to open them and check what her son was doing and whether he had really gotten up.

But I watched Yumi’s eyelids tremble for a long time before they finally stayed closed.

After rubbing his eyes, Jihoon felt his vision had cleared up a bit.

He licked his lips excitedly, then slowly leaned in to kiss Yumi’s red lips.

This sneaky kissing and touching had been done countless times before by Jihoon…he was practically an expert at it.

So now, Jihoon no longer felt the initial nervousness and timidity; instead, he seemed almost impatient.

As Jihoon drew near, Yumi seemed to sense the warmth of his breath.

Her fingers, resting on the bedside, curled slightly, as if she had foreseen what was coming.

“Mmm…” Jihoon let out a soft moan as his lips pressed onto Yumi’s.

His kiss was gentle and sweet.

The moment his mouth touched hers, Yumi’s previously curled fingers suddenly clenched the bedsheet tightly.

I could clearly hear the distinct rustling sound as she gripped the fabric, but it was drowned out by Jihoon’s own soft moan.

Combined with the occasional hum of passing cars outside the window, he failed to notice the unusual sound.

Jihoon kissed her deeply with his eyes closed.

Yumi, however, opened hers after clenching her fists, her gaze filled with panic and anger.

Yet when she recognized Jihoon, saw his closed eyes, and felt the tenderness of his kiss, her eyebrows twitched.

A flicker of conflict, disarray, and hesitation crossed her eyes.

By any normal woman’s reaction, Yumi would have instinctively slapped another man who violated her.

Perhaps her earlier grip on the bedsheet was preparation for striking Jihoon…

…only to hold back at the last moment, just as she was holding back now with her eyes open.

Slowly, for some unknown reason, after struggling with her eyes open for a while, Yumi finally closed them again.

The hand that had been gripping the sheet gradually loosened.

Seeing this expression, I knew Yumi had tacitly accepted Jihoon’s kiss.

My heart ached badly when I saw this.

Why?

Was it simply because Yumi and Jihoon had kissed before to express their affection?

But this kiss was different from those before. It wasn’t an expression of familial love for Yumi, but a blatant, unadulterated kiss… a violation.

In my mind, I kept searching for reasons to justify Yumi’s actions.

The only explanation I could find was that she had spoken with Jihoon before going to sleep.

Perhaps she didn’t want to hurt him again.

Or maybe, in her panic, she simply didn’t know what decision to make—whether to resist or allow it—and could only wait, observing the unfolding situation before deciding.

As he kissed her, Jihoon began caressing Yumi’s chest through her nightgown.

Tonight she wore that conservative nightgown, and beneath it, a bra.

But knowing Yumi’s body intimately, I understood that even the barrier of bra and nightgown couldn’t obscure the fullness and softness of her breasts.

His movements were practiced, as if he knew every inch of her.

Yumi’s full breasts constantly changed shape in his hands.

Still, he didn’t dare go too far and kept his movements gentle.

Yumi’s previously relaxed hands clenched again when Jihoon touched her breasts, gripping even tighter than when he kissed her.

If she could previously convince herself that Jihoon’s kiss was just to express love and attachment, then touching her breasts was blatant sexual violation

At this point, Yumi probably couldn’t fool herself with any more excuses.

Because it was too dark to see clearly, Jihoon probably thought opening his eyes was pointless.

He kept them closed instead, focusing all his attention on his lips and hands so he could better feel every part of his mother’s… and my wife’s body.

Yumi’s brows furrowed, her hands clenched. I could feel Yumi’s trembling fingers gripping the bedsheet.

But as time passed, she still made no other movements.

Watching all this, my mind was in chaos.

If Yumi had been asleep and unaware of Jihoon’s actions, it might have been excusable.

But now she was clearly awake. Why didn’t she get up and stop him?

Was it merely fear of hurting Jihoon? Fear of wounding his pride?

Or was she using this method to give her son some special “sex education” for puberty?

At that moment, Yumi truly seemed as if she were asleep.

Only the occasional furrow of her brow, the flutter of her eyelids, and the tightening of her hands as Jihoon kneaded her breasts revealed her wakefulness.

Jihoon, seemingly having gone too long without tasting Yumi’s body, lingered for a long time on her lips and breasts.

Before he had fully possessed her body, Yumi’s red lips and breasts were undoubtedly the two parts that fascinated him the most.

Having kissed and caressed her to his heart’s content, his mouth left Yumi’s lips and his hands withdrew from her breasts.

Yumi’s hands, which had been clenched tightly around the bedsheets, relaxed once more.

Perhaps she was silently praying for this to end.

Through the high-definition night-vision camera, I could see fine beads of sweat on her forehead…too small to be noticed easily.

I watched her chest rise and fall.

Though she tried desperately to steady her breathing, the lingering traces of Jihoon’s kisses and caresses made her breaths betray a hint of panic beneath the surface calm.

Just when Yumi thought it was finally over, Jihoon reached out again. This time his target was still her breasts, but now he wasn’t just touching.

The difference was that instead of caressing, he began trying to unbutton her nightgown, just as he had in our bedroom that night.

The moment his hands touched her nightgown, Yumi’s fingers dug into the sheets, her knuckles turning white from the force. It was obvious how hard she was gripping.

Yumi sensed what Jihoon was about to do.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, and she bit down hard on her lower lip.

Unfortunately, Jihoon was too confident. His hands and eyes were completely focused on the buttons of her nightgown—this was what mattered most to him right now.

At this moment, even if there had been a sliver of moonlight like those nights before, or if Jihoon had lifted his head to look closely at Yumi’s face, he would have seen that she wasn’t asleep.

But Jihoon couldn’t see it now.

From Yumi’s subtle body movements, one could tell how conflicted she felt inside.

As Jihoon began unbuttoning her nightgown, revealing her bra and cleavage bit by bit, her legs began to clamp together ever so slightly.

At this moment, I didn’t know what happened next…. But I had a bad feeling it would be nothing good.

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