Moonlit Desires and Secret Kisses
I squeeze my wife’s thigh hard, feeling a strange mix of tension and inexplicable excitement. “Ow, aang.”
The guy across from us, who had been staring at the very same pale thigh I’m now kneading and muttering crude remarks, flashes his eyes. ‘The voluptuous, perfect pussy you’ve been craving is right here in my hands.’
That inexplicable sense of superiority makes me even bolder. I slide my hand deeper between her thighs and knead firmly. This moment is unbearably arousing.
“Stop tormenting your wife and have a drink, Su-heon.”
Mei smiles brightly and pours me a glass. Maybe because I’m already worked up, her face looks flushed too. I want to torment this woman exactly the way that bastard described.
“Come on, love shot.” “Okay.”
Mei stands and leans toward me, looping her arm around my neck. Her scent floods my nose. Her cheek brushes mine. It might just be my imagination, but she seems to rub her cheek against mine. Soft. I drink as slowly as possible, savoring the feel of her and her fragrance.
“Then let’s do one too, Jae-geun. Love shot, yahoo!” “Shall we, Yoo-ri?”
My wife, who had been watching from the side with an excited expression, suggests a love shot to that guy. He circles the table and comes over to her. Does he really need to walk all the way around? My wife raises her arms to prepare for the shot, but he suddenly grabs her and pulls her into a tight embrace.
“Jae-geun, I said love shot, hoho. You’re getting too excited, hoho.” “Let’s do a deeper love shot, kekeke.”
Still holding her, he turns his arm and downs the drink right beside her ear. My wife also wraps her arms around his thick neck and tries to drink, but because he’s so massive it doesn’t look easy. He drinks slowly while watching her struggle and cling to him. With one arm he lifts her two thighs, wrapping around them and hoisting her up with brute strength. For a moment my wife floats in the air, looking down at him. Her eyes seem strangely wet.
“Oh my, oh my, Jae-geun, hoho.” “Is this okay, Yoo-ri? Bottoms up.”
My wife loops her arms around his thick neck and drinks. Her pale thighs, completely exposed beneath her rolled-up skirt, are crushed against his thick forearm. Because he’s lifted her so high, she has to bury her face in his chest just to reach the glass with her arm. Everyone, including me, holds their breath at the sight.
After emptying her glass, my wife raises it above her head and laughs happily. “Hoho, confirmed, confirmed.”
He looks satisfied and stares at her affectionately without putting her down. A moment later, feeling everyone’s eyes on them, he sets her down with an awkward smile.
“Wow, Jae-geun, you’re so strong. Lifting her with one arm, hoho.” “Hahaha, that’s what men do.”
He returns to his seat, grinning. “Hohoho, Mei must be happy, hohoho.” “Aww, unni, that’s not something a woman with a charming husband like Su-heon should say, is it? Hohoho.” “Is that so? Hohoho. My husband, kiss, kiss.”
My wife plants loud kisses on my cheek. “Hey, we’re completely left out. Then us too, kiss kiss.”
Hyung-nim slurs drunkenly and plants kisses on Yoo-mi. “Aish, what’s this? Why is nobody paying attention to me? Hmph.”
Yoo-mi pushes Hyung-nim’s face away with a sulky expression. Everyone bursts into laughter at her cute pout and the lively drinking continues. The atmosphere grows hotter by the minute.
‘Hm?’ I lift my head and look around. Hyung-nim is dozing off. Yoo-mi, my wife, Mei, and that guy are still laughing and chatting. I must have nodded off for a bit.
Yoo-mi, who had been chatting, turns to me. “Oh my, Yoo-ri, Su-heon woke up, hohoho.” “Honey, if you’re sleepy, go inside and sleep.”
My wife chimes in. “Yeah, maybe I should. How long are you guys planning to keep drinking?” “We’re just getting started, hohoho.” “If you’re going, take Hyung-nim with you, hohoho.”
Yoo-mi and my wife’s eyes are already glassy and their tongues are slurring. That guy and Mei still look perfectly alert. My head feels clearer after the short nap. Feeling the urge to pee, I stand and head toward the bathroom.
“Honey, take Hyung-nim too.” “I’m going to the bathroom. My drowsiness is completely gone.” “Really? Then come back quickly, honey. You have to take care of me tonight, hohoho.” “Ooh.”
The three of them boo at my wife’s words. After relieving myself, I light a cigarette. Damn, no lighter. Just as I turn to go back, another pair of lips suddenly covers mine.
In the moonlit yard, away from the table, right in front of the bathroom. I instinctively accept the tongue and wrap my arms around her waist. A slim waist, a slender body, a familiar scent from somewhere—It’s Mei.
Mei’s tongue coils around mine. Her tongue play grows more intense. Her small frame pushes me back roughly. She drives me until my back hits the large rock in front of the bathroom door, then her hand slips straight into my pants. With practiced movements, my cock springs out in an instant.
She releases my tongue, which she had been sucking greedily, and lifts her face. “Su-heon.” “Mei.”
Her eyes sparkle in the moonlight. The hand gripping my cock begins to stroke it back and forth. A soft pleasure spreads through my entire body. While stroking me, she licks my neck. “Haa, Su-heon, it’s even better than I imagined.” “What is?”
Her grip tightens. “Haa, so hard.” “Mei.”
Mei unbuttons my shirt and sucks on my nipple, then looks up at me. “No, stop, Mei.” “Why? Why not?” “Stop.” “I don’t want to.” “You have a husband, and I have a wife. Hyung-nim and his wife are here too.” “Then it’s okay as long as it’s just the two of us, right?” “...........”
Yeah, I want to. She’s the very definition of a seductress, radiating lust from every inch of her body. I want to fuck around wildly with a woman like this. But right now, in this place and at this timing, it’s not appropriate.
I fix my pants and button my shirt. Mei, who had been staring blankly from a short distance away, speaks. “You’ve been drinking, and a sexy woman like me is throwing herself at you first. You’re interesting, Su-heon.” “I’m sorry, Mei. Still, this doesn’t feel right.” “Hmm, fine. At least it doesn’t seem like you dislike me.” “You came to the bathroom?” “No, I came to see you.”
Mei clings to me again and kisses me. Her body, pressed against mine, is captivating. Just as that bastard said, her breasts rubbing against my chest have even more volume than I imagined. Her ass, now in my hands, is firm and plump. After thoroughly exploring my mouth with her tongue for a while, she slowly pulls away.
She steps back from my arms, still looking at me while licking her glistening lips with her tongue—an incredibly erotic sight, like something out of an AV. Do women practice that, or is it natural? While I’m lost in that stupid thought, she disappears.
“Oh my, where’s my husband?” “He was getting some air over there. He must have drunk a lot, hohoho.”
My wife’s voice drifts from around the corner. My erection hasn’t gone down. I force myself to look at the moon and think about work. When I return to the table, Hyung-nim is awake too.
“Alright, let’s move on to round two. Since everyone’s revived, hahaha.” “Yahoo, let’s go, let’s go!” “Nice!” “Hohoho.”
The three women enthusiastically respond to his energetic suggestion. It’s been a long time since we’ve had such a loud, rowdy time. Hyung-nim, seeming more sober now, joins in again. Several bottles disappear in an instant. At this point it’s hard to tell whether people are drinking the alcohol or the alcohol is drinking the people.
My wife staggers to her feet and heads for the bathroom. “Honey, you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine, hohoho.”
She glances back and winks. Cute. I shift my gaze to the table and stop at that guy’s face. He’s staring after my wife’s retreating figure with an entranced expression. My lower body grows heavy again as the scene I imagined earlier flashes through my mind—him ruthlessly pounding into my wife. He clicks his tongue regretfully and downs another glass.
Across the table, Mei stretches her leg under the table and rubs it against mine. Her bare skin slips under my pant hem. Resting her chin on her hands, she stares straight at me. I drink as if nothing’s happening, but all my attention is focused on her secret touch.
Yoo-mi, sitting beside me, doesn’t look pleased at Mei’s behavior. ‘Is Yoo-mi jealous? Heh.’
I gently take Yoo-mi’s hand resting nearby. She naturally holds my hand and gives me a deep look. Mei across from us watches our exchanged glances with slight confusion. Two women, both with husbands present, openly desiring another man. For some reason, I feel a surge of pride.
After a few more rounds, Yoo-mi calls out to Mei. “Oh my, we’re out of drinks and snacks. Mei, let’s go to the kitchen and get some more.”
Yoo-mi grabs Mei’s arm—who had been blatantly staring at me—and forcibly drags her toward the main house.