The Second Swapping (2)
The clock at OO Hotel pointed to seven in the evening.
The living-room lights glowed soft and low, yet the scented candles filled the air with a dense, cloying fragrance.
Taehyun let Nayeong lead him by the hand into the bedroom. It was not their first time, yet his heart hammered wildly with tension.
Nayeong perched on the edge of the bed and regarded him with unhurried amusement.
“Nervous, aren’t you? Your whole body is rigid. Shall I loosen you up?”
She stroked his hair. When Taehyun looked at her, the elegant line of her neck rising from the dress and the shadowed valley of her cleavage drew his gaze like a magnet.
Behind her gentle smile lurked something openly provocative. Still smiling, she cupped his face and kissed him.
The instant their lips brushed, a current seemed to race through Taehyun’s body.
He found his courage, cradled the back of her head, and pressed his mouth more firmly over hers. Their tongues tangled.
Wet, lewd sounds began to fill the room—slurp… smooch… Nayeong’s tongue swept every corner of his mouth. Her fingers grazed the nape of his neck and tugged lightly at his collar. Taehyun’s hands, less awkward now, slid around her slender waist.
At that exact moment the speaker crackled to life. The rustle of fabric, then voices.
“You’re quite tense. First meeting, so it’s understandable.”
“Yes…”
Geonwu’s low voice through the speaker made Taehyun’s shoulders flinch and tremble.
“Let’s take it slow. We have plenty of time tonight.”
The voice sounded utterly at ease.
“You’ve been rubbing your hands together since earlier… Is that a habit when you’re nervous?”
That same unhurried confidence kept piercing right through the other person’s habits.
“But… Seojin, your skin is really white.”
The relaxed tone shifted almost at once.
“Slurp… smooch… smooch…”
The wet sucking sounds pouring from the speaker set Taehyun’s imagination racing—what exactly was being sucked?
What the hell is happening…
“Taehyun, focus. How does it feel?”
Seeing the distracted look on his face, Nayeong whispered against his ear. The perfume she had dabbed there teased his nostrils, yet every nerve in his body remained locked on the sounds leaking through the wall.
“…I can hear it. I can hear everything.”
“That’s what makes it hotter, isn’t it? Your wife is trembling under another man right now. Aren’t you curious how thoroughly Geonwu is going to ruin Seojin over the next two hours?”
Nayeong shoved him onto his back and straddled him.
“Concentrate on me now.”
She pressed her body flush against his and swallowed his mouth in a deeper, bolder, more relentless kiss.
Yet only one name remained inside Taehyun’s head.
Seojin.
Seojin… what’s happening to you right now?
The speaker crackled again.
“Haa…”
Seojin’s soft moan drifted through. Still kissing him, Nayeong put her lips to his ear.
“Can you hear it? The sound of your wife feeling another man on top of her?”
She pressed her fingers firmly against the bulge of his cock.
“Yes…”
His trembling voice made her smile as if he were adorable. She unzipped his trousers and wrapped her hand around him.
“Oh my… already this hard?”
The playful remark flustered him, yet his own hands clenched hard around her breasts.
He kneaded them roughly. At the same moment the speaker spoke again.
“Seojin, your body is so lewd. Coming here in underwear this sexy.”
“I’m embarrassed… mmm…”
If he can see her underwear… that means he’s already stripped her…
Taehyun suddenly remembered the lingerie Seojin had worn that morning. She was showing that same sight to a stranger. His heart pounded. Images of her bare skin being displayed and caressed flooded his mind. Every nerve stood on end.
He yanked Nayeong’s dress down as if tearing it. Her underwear came into view; then her bare flesh. He gripped her hips hard, kneading them with raw strength. A cry of mixed pain and pleasure burst from her throat.
“Aaaah…”
He unhooked her bra; her breasts spilled free. When he lightly bit a nipple, a moan escaped her.
“Hyaat…!”
Even then the speaker carried Seojin’s voice—higher now, more urgent.
“Haa… haa…”
His imagination grew rougher. Nayeong seized him, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, and spoke again.
“That moan of Seojin’s… it’s turning you into an animal. This is so much fun…”
Her eyes locked on his, as if she could see straight through to the desire coiled inside him. Taehyun bit the side of her neck and stripped the dress completely away. The black panties followed; he left her naked.
He slid two fingers between her legs. The entrance was already slick with arousal and welcomed him eagerly. Middle and ring fingers thrust in, roughly stroking her walls. Nayeong moaned and twisted her hips.
“Haa… haa…”
Geonwu’s satisfied voice floated from the speaker.
“Your body is more honest than I expected… this wet already…”
“Ah… it’s so… embarrassing…”
Seojin’s trembling reply made Taehyun’s body go rigid. He pictured his wife flushed with shame and arousal in front of another man. His cock swelled to the point of bursting. Seeing it, Nayeong’s lips curved higher.
“Things are heating up over there too. Touch me more.”
Taehyun pushed her down, spread her thighs, and dragged his tongue over her pussy. The musky, salty taste of her juices filled his mouth.
“Haa… there… right there… more… more…”
Her moans spilled freely. He gripped her hips and drove his tongue deeper inside.
“Haa… it feels good… Taehyun…”
Then Geonwu’s provocative voice cut through the speaker.
“Seojin, is this the first time you’ve seen a cock this big? It doesn’t even compare to anyone else’s, does it?”
“Yes… I don’t think it’ll even fit in my mouth…”
Seojin’s answer was almost inaudible, yet the clear affirmation made Taehyun feel as if his breath had stopped. How big did it have to be for her to react like that? The image of her hands wrapped around Geonwu’s cock was already vivid.
Fuck… fuck…
He cursed silently. Nayeong, still spread open, provoked him further.
“Want to know something fun? My husband’s cock is enormous. Most women can’t take it—they end up crying. Do you think Seojin can handle it?”
She made an exaggerated gesture with her hands. Taehyun’s face tightened with tension.
Nayeong rose, stripped the rest of his clothes, and took his erect cock in her hand, stroking it gently.
“You’re pretty big yourself, Taehyun.”
She immediately took him into her mouth. Her tongue was fierce and delicate at once, caressing from the head downward with slow intensity. The blowjob felt as if she meant to suck him down to the root.
Even while she worked, Taehyun was flooded with the inferiority of imagining Seojin doing the same to Geonwu’s massive cock right now. Yet Nayeong’s tongue kept dragging him into pure pleasure, lips sliding along the shaft as she sucked the head.
When she finally released him with a smile, she fetched a condom and rolled it on. Then she turned naturally onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass.
“Put it in already.”
Taehyun pushed into her pussy. The hot, dripping heat seemed to suck him deeper. He began to move his hips slowly.
“Haa… haa… it feels good…”
Once she was filled, Nayeong moaned. Lost in the sensation of a new cunt, he gripped her hips and pistoned harder.
“Haaaah!… Haaah!”
Seojin’s cry came through—higher than usual. Taehyun wondered how she must be feeling around Geonwu’s thick cock.
Fuck… what does it feel like…
Fierce jealousy and envy toward Geonwu surged through him. That jealousy turned into force; he drove into Nayeong even harder. She answered with louder moans, hoping Seojin and Geonwu would hear and feel the same jealousy.
“Slap! … Slap!”
The sharp, wet smacks startled Taehyun. Geonwu was clearly spanking Seojin’s ass—or somewhere.
“Hyaak… haeuk…! Hyaat…! Slap!… Slap!… Hyeot…”
Seojin’s moans through the speaker bordered on screams. He used those continuous cries as fuel. The force transferred straight into his hips; the pistoning grew stronger, rougher.
“Hyaak… haeut… haaa… Taehyun, it feels good… keep going… fuck… just like that… haa…”
He gripped her hips harder and drove on—harder, fiercer. Nayeong responded even more intensely.
“Hyaang… haaaa… good… so good… fucking good…”
“Heup… hyaat… so deep… heuup… haaaa… too… too deep…”
“Hear that filthy wet sound coming from Seojin’s pussy?”
“I’m… I’m gonna cum…”
Under the relentless thrusting a powerful orgasm built in Taehyun’s cock. He kept driving until he poured himself into the condom, then pulled out and collapsed onto the bed.
Through the speaker, faint static mixed with the slap of flesh on flesh and overlapping moans.
“Hyaaat… haa… haa!!! Haa…”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes… it feels… good… haaaa…”
Seojin’s admission of pleasure reached him. Lying there, an unfamiliar sense of defeat settled over him. For several minutes the cries continued, then faded into the ragged breathing of two people.
Then—
“That was good…”
“Same here. We still have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.”
Geonwu’s reply followed. The fact that Seojin had been the first to express satisfaction made Taehyun’s chest drop. Had it really felt that good for her?
He glanced at the clock.
7:40. Eighty minutes still remained before he would see his wife again. The knowledge crushed him.
How much longer…
For eighty more minutes he would be trapped in this room, forced to listen to the sounds of his wife having sex and to do nothing but imagine.
Seojin…