Confessions Amidst the Heat
Chapter 41 of A Dangerous Deal and the Woman Next Door. Yoo-mi’s head, still wrapped around my cock, shakes violently too. What the hell is going on? It’s thrilling, yet completely incomprehensible. Cho Ah-young’s tongue, which had been kneading my balls, slips into my mouth. For a moment, we lose ourselves in each other’s sensations. Yoo-mi and Ah-young’s warm tongues and hands envelop my cock and tongue, sucking hard.
“Haa, haa, haa, haa.” At the sound of my wife’s ragged breathing, Ah-young and Yoo-mi’s tongues pause.
“And then that man, soaked in my saliva, climbed on top of me. He was so big it scared me, but at the same time I was excited. Anyway, that’s what happened.” My wife wipes her mouth as she speaks. Lee Dae-woo sits beside her, looking disappointed. The two women who had been clinging to me adjust their positions but keep their hands on my cock and balls. The room grows hot from the heat radiating off the five of us.
So that bastard’s cock really was inside my wife. Anger and the excitement of having my cock stroked swirl together in my chest, and my brain feels like it’s frozen.
“Did we run too hard? Let’s have a beer, everyone.” At Cho Ah-young’s suggestion, we all take a quick shot, our throats parched. Then all eyes turn back to my wife.
“How did it feel? Having that huge cock inside you?” The word “cock” slips from Cho Ah-young’s lips, and the two women’s hands tighten around me.
“It felt completely full. Like his cock was stuffing my pussy all the way to my womb.” The word “pussy” comes out of my wife’s mouth—Oh Yoo-ri’s mouth. Cho Ah-young slips a hand into her own panties and rubs her clit while pressing my wife for more details. Yoo-mi takes my hand and guides it into her panties. It’s already flooded.
“Then he started pounding me so roughly it felt like he was tearing my pussy apart. My hips lifted off the bed. He grabbed and sucked on my breasts like he was devouring me.” My wife continues, pulling Dae-woo’s hand to her own breast. But he gently pulls away.
“Why, Dae-woo?” My wife’s gaze drops, and a smile spreads across her lips. “Ah, so that’s what it was. It went soft right away, huh? Hohoho.” She reaches out, strokes his limp cock, and laughs. Dae-woo’s head hangs lower. I feel sorry for him as a fellow man. Cho Ah-young’s hand leaves my balls.
“Oho, looks like someone over there needs help. Su-heon, just a moment, hohoho.” Cho Ah-young kisses my cheek and moves to sit beside Dae-woo. He sits with his head bowed between my wife and Cho Ah-young, completely still. Is his pride hurt? His flaccid cock is pulled out by Ah-young’s hand.
“Well then, for the chairman’s revival—hohoho.” She takes Dae-woo’s cock into her mouth and starts sucking. My fingers, moving inside Yoo-mi’s pussy, stop as her walls clench tightly. Yoo-mi turns to me and kisses me. Watching her husband get sucked by another woman must be shocking for her too. I suck on her tongue and glance sideways. My eyes meet my wife’s—she’s been staring straight at us. She lifts her knees and pushes her tongue into Dae-woo’s mouth. Once again, the only sounds in the room are wet sucking noises.
“Oh my, it’s up! It’s standing!” At Cho Ah-young’s exclamation, Yoo-mi pulls her lips away and smiles shyly at me. My wife, who had been passionately kissing Dae-woo, straightens up too.
“So, hurry, what happened next?” Cho Ah-young urges while still sucking his cock.
“Haa, haa, he kept thrusting into me so roughly. I felt like my whole body was floating in ecstasy. So I pushed him down, climbed on top, and started riding him like crazy. That huge cock rubbed deep inside my pussy while his rough hands squeezed my breasts so hard I thought they’d burst. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. My first real one.” My wife emphasizes the word “first” and glares at me. While she speaks, Ah-young has already mounted Dae-woo and is riding him.
“Haa, like this? Haa, is this it? Taking his cock like this—ah, ahang, Chairman, you’re amazing, aang, haang.” Dae-woo grabs Ah-young’s perfectly shaped breasts and bucks his hips. Yoo-mi stares blankly at her husband.
“It felt like his cock was completely filling my stomach. It was incredible. When he twisted my nipples like he was trying to tear them off, I came on top of him and collapsed.” My wife looks back and forth between me and Yoo-mi as she continues. I pull Yoo-mi into my arms, lay her down, and roughly strip her clothes off before slamming my cock into her without mercy.
“Ah, Su-heon, haang.” Yoo-mi’s moans and Ah-young’s cries fill the room.
“Ahang, Chairman, haa, haang, Chairman, it feels so good, aang.”
“Haang, Su-heon, you’re so hard, Su-heon, aang, aa, haang.” Maybe because I’m so worked up, I feel myself about to come after just a few thrusts.
“Ahang, Dae-woo, aang, Dae-woo.” My wife’s voice rings out as she straddles Dae-woo’s face and bounces her hips. Her naked, voluptuous body dances above him. Yoo-mi, pinned beneath me, clings to me and sucks on my nipple. I’m going to come. The excitement is overwhelming. Ah-young leans forward and sucks on my wife’s nipple. My heart pounds like it’s about to explode. Yoo-mi wraps her arms around me tighter and sucks harder on my nipple. At that moment, my cum erupts deep inside her womb.
“Ugh, Yoo-mi.”
“Haang, it’s hot, Su-heon, ahang, it’s filling me up, aang, haang.” Yoo-mi and I cling to each other, trembling as I flood her womb with hot cum. Still connected, I lie back, and Yoo-mi climbs on top of me, burying her face in my chest and breathing softly. We catch our breath and turn our heads toward Dae-woo.
“Aang, Dae-woo, haang, aang, aheung, haang.”
“Haang, aang, ahang, Chairman, you’re amazing.” The two women have switched places. My wife is now in Dae-woo’s arms, riding him, his thick cock buried deep in her spread pussy. Suddenly his hips stiffen and start trembling.
“Ugh, Yoo-ri.”
“Come, come inside me, Dae-woo, ah, ah, aaaah!” My wife’s ass clenches around him as she takes him to the hilt. His cock, now smaller, slips out of her pussy. White cum leaks from her twitching hole like it’s breathing. She sits up, climbs off him, and sucks his shriveled cock. She looks at me, her tongue moving lewdly, her eyes filled with lust. My own cock twitches at the sight. Yoo-mi’s tongue tickles me. My wife and Yoo-mi compete to suck their husbands’ cocks.
“Wow, so this is the swapping I’ve only heard about? You must do this often, hohoho.” Cho Ah-young is already sitting at the table, smiling brightly at us. Dae-woo sits up, smiling contentedly, and strokes my wife’s head as she sucks him. My wife and Yoo-mi sit up almost at the same time, and we gather around the table again. Under the bright white light, the earlier heat fades. The tension that had filled the room is gone, and the five naked men and women pass drinks around.
“Honey, congratulations. After eight years.”
“Haha, yeah. I thought it was over for good.”
“You should thank Yoo-ri.”
“Thank you, Yoo-ri. Thanks to you, I feel alive again.” Yoo-mi and Dae-woo speak as if nothing unusual has happened.
“What did I even do? Dae-woo’s just healthy, hohoho.”
“No, Yoo-ri, you were so… hehe.” Even though they just had sex and he came inside her, Dae-woo still hesitates to touch my wife casually.
“I’m still not done. Tsk, since you’re both couples I can’t exactly butt in, can I?”
“Why not? Take both men at once.”
“Really? Is that okay?”
“Do whatever you want.” At Cho Ah-young’s words, my wife and Yoo-mi answer. Yoo-mi looks relaxed, but my wife still stares at me with a blank expression. The drinks keep flowing until the alcohol in the house is completely gone.
“Want more?”
“Sure, I’ll go get some.” At Cho Ah-young’s suggestion, Dae-woo starts gathering his clothes.
“You don’t even know where it is. I’ll go with you.” Cho Ah-young slips on a cardigan and links arms with him. The door closes, leaving just the three of us. It’s awkward. I have so much I want to say to my wife, but I can’t. I held Yoo-mi right in front of her. No matter what she does now, I’ve already lost my right to be her husband.
“Did you enjoy it?” my wife finally speaks.
“What about you?” I reply, staring at an empty bottle.
“Who? Dae-woo? Or Jae-geun?”
“Both.”
“Yeah, I enjoyed it.”
“Who did you like more?”
“Hmm, do I have to tell you that?”
“If you don’t want to, don’t.”
“What about you? Did you like it with Yoo-mi?”
“I did.” I lift my head and meet her eyes. They’re blazing.
“And her?”
“I liked it too.” Yoo-mi answers casually. I’ve felt it for a while now—there’s some kind of tension between the two women that I don’t understand.