The morning sunlight filtered into their room, catching on Tae’s glowing skin as she fed Suho while Jiwon tugged at her other breast. Daeho sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed in his work clothes, watching the scene with a mix of love and ache.

He knew what was coming—long weeks where he’d barely be home, buried in his project. He couldn’t let his wife slip into tears and loneliness again.

He reached over, brushing a hand over her cheek. “Tae… I need you to listen.”

She looked up, blinking her big eyes. “Hmm? What is it, hubby?”

He swallowed, fingers trailing down her neck, squeezing her leaking breast gently. “I don’t want you to feel lonely again. Not like last time. So… I asked Mr. Jeon, our neighbor, to come keep you company while I’m gone.”

Tae froze mid-feed, heat flooding her face. “M-Mr. Jeon? The man next door? He’s in his sixties, hubby—”

Daeho smirked, leaning closer, whispering in her ear. “He’s strong for his age. Kind. And if my slutty wife feels needy, if her body aches for touch… he can cuddle you. Touch you. Even fuck you.”

Tae gasped, eyes wide, milk leaking faster from the shock. “H-Hubby…! How can you say that…?”

He pinched her nipple, making her moan. “Because I know you. My dirty, wet little slut. You deserve to be touched, even when I’m not here. And you’ll still be mine. Always mine. Mr. Jeon will just take care of you until I’m home.”

She flushed so red, her thighs pressing together as she nodded shyly. “O-okay… if you say so, hubby…”

He kissed her hard, almost possessive, before standing and grabbing his bag. “Remember, you’re mine first. But if you get needy… let him.”

Her heart pounded as the door shut behind him.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. Tae, in her tiniest house dress with no bra or panties, opened the door with trembling hands.

There stood Mr. Jeon—gray-haired, broad shouldered for his age, his eyes kind but burning when they dropped to her big leaking breasts outlined through the thin fabric.

“Good morning, Tae-ssi,” he said, voice deep, husky. “Your husband asked me to take care of you.”

Tae’s legs shook, her face burning as she stepped aside. “C-come in, Mr. Jeon…”

He smiled slowly, stepping inside, his eyes never leaving her body.