episode_0032

“You got a new handbag?”

“Huh?”

Having been deeply lost in other thoughts, I return to reality as if waking from a dream.

A tea party held for camaraderie, where one drank coffee or tea according to their preference.

It was truly a luxury named ‘leisure,’ held in a house larger than a cafe, to which one was invited in the middle of a weekday.

As expected, if you look around, everyone comes from a family proud to be quite well-off.

However, it’s important to remember that, unlike what you might imagine, it’s not a grand gathering where old noblewomen meet and enjoy themselves.

Just a casual get-together enjoyed among truly close friends.

In this small gathering of three, my friend pointed precisely at my white handbag, where my phone was tucked in.

“Isn’t that the new item that sold out as soon as it came out?”

“It really is! I wanted to get one too, how did you manage to get it?”

“Ah, well, it just so happened to be a gift I received from someone around me…”

“Ah~ Did the Chairman-nim finally buy it for you?”

“Right, that old one was getting excessively worn out… The Chairman-nim, who sweeps in money, detests extravagance, you see.”

After making their own arbitrary guesses, they even added an unnecessary comment.

Smiling awkwardly, I didn’t explain the specific circumstances.

If I were to tell the story about that bag, my face would spontaneously ignite, so I swallowed a mouthful of the Earl Grey in front of me and let it pass.

‘So it wasn’t just a casually given gift….’

At the same time, knowing it was a rare item difficult to acquire made me feel proud for no reason.

While a handbag like this could be acquired by spending personal money, a gift also contains the giver’s feelings, which cannot be measured by cost.

For instance, affection for me… something like that.

Whoosh!

Lest such impure thoughts bring back memories of that time again, I shook my head to clear them.

But no matter what, they wouldn’t easily disappear.

Since my mind kept going off-track, I casually threw a bait towards my friends.

“Um, hey, you guys.”

“Hm?”

“At night, how are things lately? Are you all still… doing it?”

A lewd question I would never ask if it were my usual self.

It was pure curiosity, born of extreme impatience, having been pursued by anxiety, finally emerging only because it was in front of old friends.

Perhaps not expecting such a topic to come up suddenly, both friends opened their eyes about 1.2 times wider.

Then one of them grinned, full of readiness to tease, took a sip of the Americano in front of her, and opened her mouth.

“Well, almost never.”

“You, you too?”

“How could there be any chance?

They drink every day and come home late, their bellies can’t defeat time and stick out like toads, and as they age, their stamina falls behind. In this state, if I even subtly hint at anything, they’d probably start avoiding me, wouldn’t they?”

“…….”

“Now that I think about it, for me too, it’s gone past the end of the year, now past months, and will probably reach years….”

I wondered if it was really that serious, but then I realized that all of them had at least a 5-year age gap with their spouses.

Partly because our era is old-fashioned, but also because men generally prefer younger women who will trust and follow them.

For reference, even the age gap between my husband and me is as much as nine years.

Moreover, unlike me who stays at home managing the household, he roams outside so much that his face is already covered in wrinkles and white hair.

“Well, even if there’s a dry spell, it’s not like there’s no contact with men at all.”

“Huh?!”

“If there’s something lacking with your spouse, you can just fill that void elsewhere, can’t you?”

I understood what she meant.

Realizing the meaning a tempo later, I flinched in surprise.

As I couldn’t respond, another friend reacted with interest to this risqué talk.

“That guy from before… are you still seeing him?”

It seemed to be already known between the two of them.

I leaned in, listening to my friend, who was intentionally stalling by taking another sip of coffee,

“Occasionally. When I feel like it, I do it.”

Then, giggling,

“He’s young, so his proactiveness is exceptional. When we meet, three times is the basic minimum.”

““……♥””

That single remark alone made the atmosphere itself suggestive.

At the same time, the incident that occurred due to my personal circumstances with a massage resurfaced, making my lower abdomen slightly warm.

“Are you okay? Aren’t you… nervous?”

“Well, I haven’t been caught so far.

At first, it’s nerve-wracking, but if you act confidently, there’s nothing to it. You just need to be careful about the tension loosening afterwards.”

“Still, guilt…”

“What’s wrong? You still don’t know the reality of entrepreneurial husbands?”

After slamming down her coffee cup with a *thump*!

“The reason they’re powerless at home is because they’ve already gotten their release outside.

With young women all around, ready to entertain them, how could they possibly resist that temptation?”

““…….””

I had nothing to say to that.

Because ever since marrying into a prominent family, my husband’s womanizing had been an open secret among everyone.

A fact known, yet implicitly overlooked for the sake of the family.

Or perhaps, I was simply afraid of what was behind that curtain.

“I won’t stop you from living as a foolish, ignorant good wife and wise mother, but we still take care of ourselves and get dressed up; isn’t it infuriatingly wasteful if they don’t even give us a glance?”

“…….”

“Life is once, so let’s carefully reconsider our current situations, my friends.”

I silently emptied my teacup.

The discreetly initiated counseling session, the more I listened, increasingly pulled me into an irresistible temptation.

*

Clack!

“Late again, today.”

“Well… as if it’s new.”

White hair entering the apartment’s front door.

On his neck, age rings that grew every year.

By feeling, my husband had the appearance of a patriarchal figure from the past.

A mouth that rarely smiled and often formed a stiff, downturned expression, and cold, sharp eyes sensitive to numbers.

“I’ve drawn your bath. You can wash up and rest.”

“Alright, you’ve worked hard, so you rest first.”

As he had done for half his life, my husband handed his suit over to me and turned away.

Mixed with the acrid smell of tobacco was… a strange woman’s perfume.

“………Um,”

I knew it all.

Because I knew our relationship as a distant yet close couple, I plucked up the courage to hold him back just one more time.

Though quite slender, as he took off his suit, an undeniable age-related belly was revealed, which I looked down at. I gulped.

“Or, should I… wait for you instead of resting?”

After saying it, I felt so embarrassed that smoke might as well have come out of my ears.

I chastised myself for acting like a fool, doing something I wouldn’t normally do, yet a slight sense of anticipation bloomed in my chest.

With a nervous heart, I slowly raised my head,

“What?”

A single, curt reply, even stiffer than usual.

Precisely as my friend had said, a reply that showed no consideration for me, nor any desire.

At that, something in my heart immediately broke.

From the look in his eyes reacting to my unusual demeanor, I had already read so much that I quickly changed the subject.

“Oh, no! Please wash up and rest quickly, dear.”

I backed away as if nothing had happened.

Covering it up as if I’d made a slip of the tongue, I went into the master bedroom alone.

Squelch.

I fell onto the duvet and buried myself in it.

At the end of the marital trust I had suppressed and endured, only misery remained.

* * *

“Welcome, Mother-in-law!”

“…….”

“Thank you for coming all this way again today.”

“…….”

“Uh… Mother-in-law?”

I happily called out, admiring her still-ample bosom once more, but my Mother-in-law, who had just stepped out of the car, seemed lost in thought.

Wrinkles slightly creased her still-beautiful face, which seemed to be troubled by many worries.

Grab!

“Ah!”

I wondered what was going on, but first, I took her hand.

Since we were quite used to each other, I pulled her gently, guiding her as if escorting her, and only then did she raise her head and look at me.

“You seem to have a lot on your mind. Shall we go inside together?”

“……♥”

At that, my Mother-in-law shyly and easily followed along.

The pretty blush that bloomed like a young girl’s was especially crimson today.

*

With my Mother-in-law, we meet by renting a hotel room each time.

A comfortable place away from others’ gazes, where we have honest conversations and chat while cutting steak.

Though, deep down, it was explicitly a trick to increase my intimacy with my Mother-in-law.

Clack.

“Room service, is it not to your taste?”

“No… I just don’t feel like it today.”

The fork and knife were lightly placed down on the plate.

But today, Mother-in-law was behaving unusually overall.

She was someone who disliked wasting food, yet she cleaned around her lips without even eating half of it.

Even afterwards, she was lukewarm to the suggestion of watching a movie together. Even when I prepared a small game, she refused, as if expecting something else.

She was different today.

Like a deflated balloon, all her energy was gone.

Therefore, just in case, I threw out this move that she had reacted strongly to before.

“Then, would you like to receive another energizing massage?”

The lady of a large corporation, who had shown no reaction to anything else.

“A massage…!”

But as soon as she heard the word ‘massage,’ her eyes widened.

As if embarrassed by her overtly different demeanor, she subtly turned her pale neck.

“Cha Seobang’s massage… it was good before, wasn’t it?”

‘……Huh? Look at this?’

It was as if she had forgotten exactly what had happened last time.

I had packaged it as a vaginal massage and overtly touched *that* place, even getting on top, a truly unforgettable, sudden surge of action, yet my Mother-in-law… Soiseol, feigned ignorance.

Grin.

At this point, I couldn’t not know.

Whatever had happened, it was obvious what kind of service my Mother-in-law wanted today.

I immediately contacted downstairs and had them bring up a massage bed.

Once the equipment I had used before was brought in and set up, Mother-in-law emerged from the changing room, clad in a white gown.

“You’re quick to prepare?”

“……♥”

Soiseol silently fastened her gown and climbed onto the massage bed.

An eagerness that made me wonder what on earth had happened.

“I will serve you with the utmost care today as well, Mother-in-law.”

Slap, slap!

I squeezed a generous amount of high-quality massage oil into my hands, preparing.

To be frank, I had no professional knowledge of massage.

Instead of my saliva, it was merely foreplay, pleasantly touching a woman’s body with oil and lotion.

Press, press!

“Ah, aahh…♥”

Even so, Mother-in-law reacted strongly.

As soon as a man’s hands touched her delicate white skin, she reacted greatly, her distinct shoulder blades and spine rising and falling.

Perhaps finding it hard to bear her loneliness today, she silently let me continue even when my hands reached deeply, and reacted with mere shallow moans and twisting body movements.

Moreover, when I brushed against her private parts, she curled her toes, seeming to be pleased.

As I kneaded the delicious female body to my heart’s content, I fully enjoyed her reactions.

“Mother-in-law.”

“Haa, haa…♥ Whyyy…?”

Therefore, I decided to immediately push forward with progress.

As if making a suggestion to a Milf strongly exuding a female scent, I, as a male, commanded.

“I’ll apply lotion to the front too, so would you please turn over?”

Her body flinched at the question.

As I was applying lotion, her gown was already revealing her entire back, half-slipped down below the bed.

If she were to turn forward like this, naturally, her large breasts would be fully exposed.

Though she was still wearing panties, it would be as if she was voluntarily showing her ample tits in front of her son-in-law.

The sweet fruit she had never shown to anyone but her husband.

“B-Because… I need a massage….”

However, it seemed she was properly revved up today.

Adding a flimsy excuse, Mother-in-law slowly turned her body.

As if no longer able to resist her instincts, she shyly, of her own accord, revealed *it* in front of me.

The large, beautiful, pure white body of a female.

Wiggle, wiggle…

A tremendous sense of satisfaction enveloped me at the sight of her turning and shifting.

I had a lot to say as soon as I saw her, but I offered this one remark first.

“Your body is truly beautiful, Mother-in-law.”

“……♥”

Her face, as if she had been starved for praise,

Shyly covering her pleased lips with her hand, as if she had wanted this kind of devoted service.

This Milf, who had been gently kept in suspense, was now fiercely sending signals that she desired a man.

In front of the young male, whose mouth was watering, she made no attempt to hide the fact that her aroused body wanted to be taken.

Drip…♥

Her suggestive lace panties, revealed between her disheveled gown, were already soaking wet in a straight line.