The evening sky was painted orange and purple, the air thick with summer heat. Tae’s balcony overlooked the quiet street, though nothing about the two wives sitting there was quiet.

Tae was curled in a chair, one leg crossed over the other, wearing a silk robe that barely covered her thighs. Mimi, opposite her, had shown up in a low-cut sundress with no bra, her nipples hard against the thin fabric. Both were sipping wine, giggling like naughty schoolgirls—but their words were anything but innocent.

“So,” Tae finally leaned in, her lips curling wickedly, “tell me, Mimi… how was Mr. Jeon?”

Mimi nearly choked on her wine, her cheeks heating. “Don’t start, Tae.”

“Oh, come on.” Tae smirked, twirling her glass. “I saw your face this morning. You were glowing. That wasn’t just a one-night quickie. That man must’ve fucked the soul out of you.”

Mimi’s thighs squeezed together. She pretended to look away, but her voice dropped, breathy. “He was… filthy. God, Tae. He didn’t treat me like a delicate wife. He treated me like… like a whore who needed to be broken in.”

Tae’s eyes widened, leaning closer. “Mm, tell me.”

Mimi’s lips parted, and she whispered, “He bent me over before I could even take my heels off. His cock—Tae, it was thick. I felt it stretching me, and he just grunted, ‘You’ll take it, little slut.’ I swear, I almost came just from his voice.”

Tae let out a loud laugh, fanning herself with her hand. “Fuck, Mimi! No wonder you were walking funny this morning.”

Mimi giggled, covering her face, but she peeked through her fingers. “And you, huh? Don’t act innocent. How was Mr. Min?”

At once, Tae’s playful smirk melted into a sinful grin. She leaned back, licking her lips slowly. “Mimi, he’s hotter than Yoongi. Can you believe that? His body is hard, his hands rough… He grabbed my throat, pushed me against the wall, and said, ‘I’ve been waiting to ruin a brat like you.’”

Mimi gasped, her wine glass shaking in her hand. “No way! He said that?”

Tae nodded eagerly, her eyes shining. “Mm-hm. And then he fucked me so deep, Mimi, I thought my legs would give out. He kept slapping my ass, telling me to ‘bounce those tits for me, girl.’ God, he was relentless.”

Both women burst into laughter, clinking their glasses together.

“You know what’s the worst part?” Mimi whispered, biting her lip.

“What?” Tae tilted her head.

Mimi’s cheeks flushed deep red. “I… I came harder with him than I have in months with Yoonie. It was disgusting. I screamed so loud, I thought the neighbors would call the cops.”

Tae gasped theatrically, but her grin betrayed her. “You dirty slut!”

“You’re one to talk!” Mimi shot back, laughing. “I bet you creamed all over Mr. Min’s cock.”

Tae hid her face behind her hand, giggling. “Maybe I did… maybe twice. Maybe three times.” She leaned forward, whispering filth into Mimi’s ear. “And maybe I begged him not to stop even when I was shaking.”

Mimi’s jaw dropped, then both women collapsed into another fit of laughter, the balcony echoing with their filthy secrets and wine-drunk giggles.

By the time the sun set, they were flushed, tipsy, and shamelessly recounting every filthy detail of how their father-in-law figures had used them like toys.