I was in a daze after watching the DVD. I felt an indescribable sense of anxiety and restlessness, as if the future had become pitch black. Perhaps it was a reaction to the excitement I'd had earlier, but now I was extremely sleepy. I lay on my back in bed, gazing at the ceiling, thinking—or maybe I was just staring at the ceiling without thinking at all. Thinking brought on an overwhelming sense of anxiety. Without thinking, I felt the midday sunlight streaming in through the window. The room was hot and humid. I was alone in the space and didn't feel like turning on the air conditioner.
Suddenly, I noticed that the once-bright room had become dark. I must have fallen asleep. I looked at the clock and saw it was past 9 o'clock. I wondered if the kids had come home. I tried to open the door, but my whole body felt slightly sore. I must have been extremely tense while watching the DVD. My daughter was watching TV in the living room.
"Oh, you're home?"
"Yes."
It was just one word, but talking to my daughter, just like always, gave me a sense of relief. I took some barley tea from the refrigerator, poured it into a glass, and drank it all in one gulp. My cell phone rang. It's my cell phone. I look at the screen and see it's my wife. She's out drinking. She's the one having sex with a man in a DVD. I wonder whether to answer, but I don't have the energy to think about it. I press the answer button, trying not to think too much.
"Oh, hello. I'm heading to karaoke now, so I'll be a little late. Can you pick me up at the karaoke bar in front of the station around 11 o'clock?"
"Oh, okay, okay. Just don't drink too much."
"Okay, see ya!"
The call ends. Strangely, I start to think that the person in the DVD I just watched resembles my wife, but maybe she isn't actually my wife. It was because we were talking so normally, like always. But the DVD I just watched is real. I have two more DVDs I haven't seen. I wonder if they contain even worse adult videos. I don't want to watch them. But I can't help it. I'm sure my wife is involved in something.
After that, I copy the remaining two DVDs, download them to my laptop, and head to pick up my wife. As I wait in front of the karaoke bar, my wife comes out, smiling and happy, with what appears to be a female friend. After parting ways with her friend, I climb into the passenger seat.
"Sorry I'm late," my wife says as I head home.
Of course, I can't ask her about the contents of the DVD. There's no way I'd ever seen her. I head home that day, and the next day, I spend an uneventful Sunday. It was just another normal day. It almost felt like the DVD was a lie. I can't think about anything right now. The next day, I return to my apartment in Kitakyushu. After finishing my day's work, I eat dinner. My life returns to normal. That is, until Thursday night...
On Thursday night, I turn on the laptop I'd brought from home. My body just moves on its own, without any awareness. I play DVD8. The moment I see the screen, I'm overcome with intense palpitations. It shows my house in Fukuoka City, my wife, and two children. My wife is standing naked in the kitchen. The fact that this is on the DVD means those men are also in the house. And they're filming the wife naked in someone else's home. The footage betrays me, thinking that the shock of what I saw last week couldn't be any more shocking.
As my wife stood there naked, a piece of paper was handed to her. "Madam, read this out loud." The wife glanced over at the paper and then looked at the man's face. At the man filming with the camera. Then she looked down. "You can leave a message for your husband here before you go," the man's voice said. The wife looked at the paper with a panicked look on her face. Then she began to speak out loud. "Read it out loud," the man said, and the wife nodded.
"1. I, Noriko, will accept anything from now on as your sex slave."
"2. I will continue my marriage contract with my husband, but my body and mind belong to you, and I am living with my current husband at your will."
"3. I don't care what happens to my body as long as it satisfies you."
"4. If I do not listen to you, I will accept any punishment."
The wife's face stiffened as she finished reading.
I am living with my current husband at your will... The document, which was ridiculing him so thoroughly, and his wife reading it, were heartbreaking. "Sign it," the man said, handing his wife a ballpoint pen and telling her to sign the document. The wife signed the document with the ballpoint pen she received, without any hesitation whatsoever. The man picked up the paper and showed it in front of the camera. It only lasts a few seconds, but we can see Noriko signing. She writes her real first and last name.
"Let's go to our bedroom," the man says to his wife. His wife slowly walks toward the stairs, and her back is projected onto the screen. A naked woman with a beautiful figure. She runs up the stairs. It's his home, his family's home. And now it's his wife on camera. They go to the bedroom, and the man shows the entire room on camera. He then orders his wife to get on all fours. As soon as she hears the man's voice, she gets on all fours, facing her buttocks toward him. She seems completely unashamed. She must have done this many times before. A mechanical sound can be heard on the screen. At the same time, the man's hand holding a pink vibrator begins to play with his wife's private parts. He strokes the vibrator for about five seconds, then slides it in smoothly. She must have been wet already. Once inside, the man flicks the switch, and the vibrator starts to move more vigorously. At the same time, the sound of machinery grew louder, and I could hear my wife's moans. It felt as though I was intoxicated by the fact that a man other than my husband was doing this to me in our bedroom.
The man entered the frame, naked from the waist down. The camera seemed fixed in place. Seeing this, my wife buried her face in the man's crotch. The sound of machinery echoed throughout the room, my wife moving her head back and forth between the man's legs as he stood there, and her breasts swaying with each movement—everything felt alien. Even my wife and I had never done anything like this before. Is it that couples become so embarrassed that they can no longer fulfill each other's desires? Or perhaps they grow tired of each other and no longer see each other as such objects. But the sight I was seeing now made me more aroused than I had been in a while. Unable to bear the overwhelming throbbing in my lower body as I stared at my laptop, I pulled down my pants. As my wife's face moved on the screen, I stroked it with my hand. Eventually, the man on the screen pulled out my wife's vibrator and inserted his erect penis in its place. My wife's moans echoed throughout the room. With neither he nor the children around, my wife moans repeatedly as the man thrusts into her from behind. Gradually, the man's thrusts increase in speed, and he releases his semen inside my wife. Then, mucus drips from the object that has grown inside her lower body.
I watch the ninth video on the DVD. This is the last video we have. It's the same couple's bedroom again. Perhaps it's a continuation of the previous one. My wife is wearing red underwear. It's very flashy and eye-catching. There are holes where her nipples would be, exposing her red nipples right in the center of the red bra. Her lower body is the same, with only her pubic hair exposed. As she appears on camera, something like a white sheet is thrown at her. She is ordered to put it on. The white thing isn't a sheet, but a dress. It's a thin, beautiful dress. My wife puts on the dress. The video then shows her putting it on. Sure enough, her red bra is visible through the thin white bra, and her hard, rigid nipples are so visible that they cast a shadow. The same goes for her lower body. From afar, it's hard to tell, but up close, it's clear she's in nothing but underwear. In fact, she's practically naked, so embarrassingly so. My wife is taken outside like this. The sun seems warm outside. What season is it? Perhaps it was just recently. She leaves the front door and locks the door. From behind, she looks no more like a housewife, but a woman kept as a slave.
Seeing her back, I ejaculated into the computer screen. I pressed stop on the DVD and didn't watch the rest of the footage. Watching the footage, I couldn't understand the emotions I was feeling: jealousy, anxiety, impatience, and anger that this man was doing whatever he wanted to my wife as a woman. Everyone has pride. But if you let go of that pride, you can embrace things you couldn't accept before. Instead of avoiding what you can't accept, you can immerse yourself in the depths and become one with what's beneath you. More than my disgust for the man, I wanted to embrace the strange sensations I was experiencing. I realized I was crossing a line I shouldn't have crossed. I was trying to discover the human instinct, the selfishness of a child. I haven't watched that DVD since.