A Dangerous Deal and the Woman Next Door
The bright Saturday afternoon sunlight filled the kitchen. The clatter of dishes being washed pulled me into a cozy warmth. My wife hummed a tune while she worked, her hips swaying gently to the rhythm, clearly enjoying the rare moment of leisure. Her outfit and curvaceous body, which I usually overlooked, suddenly looked irresistibly sexy today.
The tight white short-sleeved T-shirt clung to her full, perky breasts, making them even more prominent. “34C, wasn’t it?” The memory felt hazy. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d bought her lingerie. Every time I tried, finding the right size had been a struggle. Beneath those generous breasts, her waist narrowed dramatically. The short hem of her T-shirt lifted with every movement, flashing a teasing glimpse of skin before hiding it again.
Below that slim waist flared her explosive hips. The short spandex skirt struggled to contain her firm, plump ass. I felt my lower body growing heavy. “What’s a married woman doing in a skirt that short?” Excitement mixed with a flicker of worry. I admired her swaying hips for a long moment before my gaze drifted lower. Under the barely handspan-length skirt, her thick, sensual thighs spread out—my favorite part of her. Firm, plump, pale thighs tapered down to slender calves and delicate ankles. It was pure art. Her entire figure was a beautiful line.
“Yuri, how tall are you?”
“You don’t even know your own wife’s height?” She turned with a slightly sulky expression, her red lips pursed and eyes wide. Beautiful. I wanted to suck on those lips. I stood slowly and approached her. She kept humming, hips still moving to the beat. I wrapped my arms lightly around her waist and pressed my hardening cock firmly between her ass cheeks.
“168 cm, right?”
“Go away.” Her voice was firm.
“No. I won’t get in your way. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” I refused to back off. She turned her head and kissed my cheek.
“Not now. The neighbor lady is coming over soon.”
“The neighbor lady?”
“Yeah. So stop bothering me and go sit down—ah!”
I squeezed her full breasts hard through the T-shirt. She twisted in my arms, words forgotten.
“Stop it. Really—ah, no, don’t—hup, mmph.”
I slipped my tongue between her lips as she glared at me cutely. “Mm, mm, hnn, mmph.” She tried to pull away at first, but I didn’t let her go. Gradually her resistance faded. Her tongue began to wrap around mine, sucking eagerly. “Ha, ah, mm, ah, ha.”
While I sucked on her tongue and kneaded her breasts over the fabric, her breathing grew ragged against my mouth. I slid one hand down, hiked her skirt up, and smoothly pulled her panties down her thighs. “Hahk, hahk, no, really, hahk, hahk.”
She broke the kiss, panting hard, and grabbed my wrist. “Okay, just a minute.”
“Why are you like this today? She’ll be here any second.”
Even as we bickered, I tugged her panties down to her thighs, pulled my training pants down, and slicked my swollen glans with spit. She twisted in my arms, trying to escape and pull her panties back up. “Later, okay? Ah, ahng, don’t—haang.”
The moment she spoke, my spit-slick cock drove straight into her pussy. I buried myself to the hilt in one thrust and reached under her T-shirt to crush her swollen breasts. Her pussy was warm. It felt like happiness.
“…….”
She made no sound, as if her breath had stopped.
“Ha, ah, ha. Are you really doing this?” After a moment she caught her breath and turned to glare at me, annoyed. That expression was incredibly provocative. I pinched her nipples between my fingers and slowly rocked my hips, grinding my cock against her inner walls. Her annoyed face twisted further, brows knitting. She bit her lip hard while staring at me, and my cock swelled even more.
Her pussy grew rapidly wet as I rubbed against her walls. A married woman bent over the sink, getting fucked. She leaned in and pushed her sweet tongue into my mouth. I savored the sugary taste of her tongue for a long moment before she pulled back, brows deeply furrowed, lower lip caught between her teeth.
[Thwack, thwack, squelch, squelch, thwack, thwack]
I gripped her hourglass hips with both hands and picked up speed, pounding into her. “Mm, mm, hnn, hnn.” Moans slipped past her tightly pressed lips. I thrust faster, cupped her face with one hand, and slid my thumb between her lips. Her mouth opened slowly, and her tongue curled around my thumb.
“Ahang, haang.”
“Yuri, hah, hah, I’ll finish quick—hah, hah.”
“Ahang, haang, aaang.”
Instead of answering, she moaned hotly and sucked my finger like it was a cock. Her eyes had already lost focus, locked on mine. What a lewd wife. The urge to come hit me hard after only a few minutes. A thick load surged up from deep inside.
“Yuri, I’m gonna—hah, hah—”
“Aang, no, faster, more.”
“Ah, cumming—ugh!”
“Aang, haang, ah, ahk!”
I slammed my pelvis against her ass at full speed. Thick ropes of cum erupted from my cock, splattering against her womb. “Ah, hahk, hahk, ugh, hng.” Her pussy clenched violently around me, squeezing hard as her whole body trembled with light spasms. “Ah, hahk, ah.”
“Yuri.” I called her name and turned her head to find her tongue. We kissed deeply, tongues entwining, sharing saliva and savoring the afterglow—until the doorbell rang.
[Ding-dong, ding-dong]
“What do we do? She must be here. Move, quick!”
She pushed me away in a panic and ran to the door. “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Yuri.”
“Just a second, unnie.”
A single trail of liquid ran down her thigh to her calf. She shot me a glare as she hurried to the bathroom. That cute face turned so obscenely seductive the moment we had sex.
“Click.”
A moment later she opened the door and the neighbor woman stepped inside. “Hello.”
“Hello. It’s been a while.”
After the awkward greeting, I sat on the living-room sofa watching TV. The two women settled at the dining table right beside the kitchen where we’d just had hot sex and began chatting. I scanned the neighbor woman from head to toe out of the corner of my eye. The shoulder-length cut suited her. Though her shirt was slightly loose, the volume of her chest was obvious. Her knee-length skirt hugged her hips tightly when she sat, outlining a very nice figure. Most of all, her voice was incredibly attractive. Her face looked proud and cool, like a cold wind might blow through it at any moment. That voice matched perfectly.
The two women laughed and gossiped over snacks. I imagined that haughty face twisted in pleasure, that charming voice moaning. My lower body grew heavy again. We’d finished too quickly earlier, and now my cock was stirring once more. I hid my reaction, slouched into the bedroom, and lay on the bed. A lazy Saturday afternoon. The short, intense orgasm. Their voices faded into the distance as I drifted off to sleep.
The following Saturday, I was enjoying another leisurely afternoon when my wife spoke up. “Honey, the neighbor lady invited us over for dinner tonight.”
“Why?”
“She bought snow crabs from Pohang. Said there’s too much for just the two of them and asked if we’d join.”
“Sure, why not.”
“Okay, I’ll call and tell her we’re coming.”
I’d seen the neighbor woman a few times and exchanged greetings, but I’d never even glimpsed her husband. Something about going over there felt uncomfortable. “What does her husband do?”
“I’m not sure. He runs some kind of business, but that’s all I know.”
She finished the quick call and came to sit beside me. “Come here, wife.”
“Why are you like this again in broad daylight?”
When I pulled her waist, she gave in and melted into my arms. The scent of her made my cock twitch. She slipped her hand into my training pants and squeezed me firmly. “Ow.”
“Not today. We have to go next door soon, okay?”
“Fine. I didn’t even say anything. Why are you scolding me?”
“Aigoo, is that so? My perverted husband.”
We laughed, shared a quick kiss, and got ready to head over. “Ding-dong, ding-dong.”
“Who is it?” Ah, that attractive voice again, no matter how many times I heard it.
“Ah, unnie, it’s me—Yuri.”
The door opened. She and her husband greeted us. “Hello.” “Hello.” “Please come in.”
We sat around the already-set table in their living room. “There isn’t much, but please eat a lot.”
“Not at all. We hope we’re not imposing.”
I really hated this awkward atmosphere. The neighbor man and I struggled to escape the stiff, first-meeting tension. Meanwhile, my wife and the neighbor woman went into the kitchen to prepare something, chatting away. The two of us men sat in silence. “…….” “…….”
After a while, when the women returned and sat down, I let out a quiet sigh.