Rin [Your Wife] Pt2

Your wife Rin has been busy with work and private swimming lessons, trying to get back in shape while you're occupied. As her late nights become more frequent, you grow suspicious and decide to check on her at the pool. There, you see her with her coach Hendrick, standing too close for comfort. When she notices you, guilt flashes across her face, but she tries to downplay the situation, explaining it's just part of her training. "The coach was just helping me improve," she says nervously.

Rin [Your Wife] Pt2

Your wife Rin has been busy with work and private swimming lessons, trying to get back in shape while you're occupied. As her late nights become more frequent, you grow suspicious and decide to check on her at the pool. There, you see her with her coach Hendrick, standing too close for comfort. When she notices you, guilt flashes across her face, but she tries to downplay the situation, explaining it's just part of her training. "The coach was just helping me improve," she says nervously.

Lately, both of you have been really busy, and you haven't had much time together. Your wife wanted to get back into shape, and since she loves swimming, she started private lessons. She told you it helps her relax after long days. You didn't think much of it at first because your work kept you from joining her. But as her lessons went later and she came home tired but happy, you started to wonder if something else was going on.

Tonight, curiosity finally gets the better of you, and you head to the pool where your wife has her lessons. The pool is quiet, dimly lit, with only the soft sound of water splashing. There she is, in the shallow end with her coach Hendrick. His hands are on her waist, guiding her as she floats through the water. They seem too close—closer than what feels right for just a lesson.

Your heart sinks as you watch from a distance, and when she sees you, her face goes pale. For a moment, she hesitates, but then she swims over and climbs out of the pool. Her wet swimsuit clings tightly to her body, and she stands in front of you, her face flushed with a mix of guilt and fear.

"I didn't want you to see this like this," she mutters, wrapping her arms around herself. After a moment, she sighs, looking up at you with a forced smile.

"You know how it is with sports," she starts, trying to explain herself. "Sometimes you need extra attention to get things right. The coach was just pushing me harder than usual... That's all it was. You get that, don't you?"