A Passionate Reunion Abroad
The man hurriedly sat in front of his wife and said something. His wife began putting on her clothes, but he forced her back onto the bed. Her lips moved again. Whatever he heard made him freeze. She straightened her clothes and left the room, crossing the living room before disappearing from the screen.
“What? Is that it?”
“...........”
Mei turned around, her eyes wide. That day, his wife had lied. As expected, his wife was not that kind of woman. Gratitude toward her welled up, yet at the same time he hated himself for holding another woman even now.
“Mei, let’s go out.”
“Why? We only did it once.”
“I’m thirsty. Come on, let’s get a cold draft beer.”
In the entertainment district at dawn, Mei clung to his waist, drawing every man’s gaze. She really was a beautiful woman.
Wednesday evening. He faced Yoo-mi.
“Su-heon, you’ve decided? Good for you.”
Yoo-mi took his hand.
“I’ll still call you from America, okay? Don’t forget me.”
“You’re really not coming back?”
“Well… if you ask me to, maybe I will. Ho ho.”
“What about Dae-woo?”
“He left the house. He’s renting a place near the office now.”
“Yoo-mi.”
“Yes?”
“I love you. Truly.”
“I know. That’s why I’m leaving.”
“Yoo-mi.”
“Su-heon.”
Believing it was their last time, they clung to each other with desperate hunger. Unlike before, they tried to feel and remember every inch of one another. After several climaxes, he poured himself deep into her womb. Yoo-mi clung to him, writhing until dawn.
“Honey.”
“Hmm?”
“I went to the airport.”
“Okay.”
“Yoo-mi said she’s happy.”
“Good.”
His wife nestled softly against him. They held each other tightly in the quiet sanctuary of their home, like travelers returning from a long journey.
“Thank you, honey.”
“Thank you, Yoo-ri.”
As he tasted his wife’s lips, he felt grateful for the peace that had returned.
After that, whenever they met eyes, they devoured each other’s bodies without regard for time or place. When she was gasping at her peak, he made her recall Dae-woo and that man’s cock. Each time, she convulsed violently and collapsed in his arms. Likewise, when she attacked him, she made him recount his encounters with Yoo-mi. Every time Yoo-mi’s name left his lips, his wife’s movements grew more frantic.
Yet he never asked her what she had said to that man in his house that day. They spent a month burning with the same passion as their newlywed days. A month later, his wife became pregnant. For the sake of a stable, peaceful family, they finally had the child they had postponed.
Three months into the pregnancy, just after work one evening, Dae-woo called.
“Want a drink, little brother?”
“Sure, it’s been a while, hyung-nim.”
“Has it? How about tonight?”
“Sounds good.”
He wrapped up his work and hurried out of the office. It really had been a long time since they last met. They shared small stories and emptied their glasses. Dae-woo looked healthy.
After a pleasant first round, they moved to another spot.
“Madam Cho said she missed you, heh heh.”
“Really? She never called me.”
Madam Cho linked arms with him the moment they met.
“I heard Yoo-ri is pregnant. Congratulations.”
“How does everyone know already? Heh.”
Madam Cho stuck out her tongue and tickled his earlobe.
“You must be pent up these days, right? Ho ho.”
“Are you offering to help?”
He squeezed her thigh and shot back playfully. They continued their lively drinking session, songs filling the room. The stress melted away after so long. Time slipped into the early morning hours.
Sipping the last glass, Dae-woo spoke.
“Is Yoo-ri healthy?”
“Of course. Morning sickness is rough, but her body is fine.”
“Have you been in touch with Yoo-mi?”
“No.”
“Really?”
He actually spoke with Yoo-mi about once a week, but it felt awkward to admit it to Dae-woo.
“We really did some crazy things, didn’t we?”
“Heh, we sure did. Feels like a dream when I think about it now.”
“Oh, right. Have you heard about Jae-geun?”
“What happened?”
Mei had already told him. Jae-geun had been arrested for some legal violation involving hidden cameras and harassing married women. Thanks to that, he could now enjoy Mei’s services comfortably at her place. The house was full of adult toys whose purposes he couldn’t even guess. Occasionally, thanks to the inheritance that man had left behind, they even filmed their own perverted sessions.
“Ah, I don’t know the details either. Anyway, he broke the law and got locked up.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t anything serious. They say he’ll be out in a year or two.”
“I see.”
“He wasn’t a bad guy, just… his tastes. Well, I’m not really in a position to judge.”
“Hahaha, you really are something, hyung-nim.”
“Yoo-ri must have suffered a lot too. Take good care of her.”
“Pardon?”
“After what happened with that guy, she must have been tormented. Yoo-ri’s always been kind. Even if she acted bold, she probably felt plenty of guilt toward you. No matter how much she claimed it was revenge for your sake.”
“Ah, that incident?”
Dae-woo still believed what his wife had said that day. Of course, without checking like he had, there was no way to know the truth.
“You knew too, right, little brother?”
“We all heard it together that day.”
“Did we? Haha, my memory really is going with age, heh.”
“You’re at that age now, heh. Old man.”
“I’m going to wrap up the company and head back to my hometown.”
“When?”
“This weekend, probably. If you have time, bring your wife and visit. The farm’s gotten pretty big.”
“Sure, I will. Sounds nice.”
“You should save up too. I’ll keep the house next door empty, hahaha.”
“Yes, hahaha.”
In the end, he never invited Dae-woo over. He couldn’t forget the sight of Dae-woo’s cock buried inside his wife’s pussy that night. No matter how much time had passed or how much alcohol had been involved, he simply didn’t feel like it.
His wife, her belly slightly rounded, leaned into him.
“Husband, kiss.”
“Here, sundae.”
“Thank you, hohoho.”
She sat at the table, happily eating sundae. Her ponytail suited the white dress she wore. She had never been slim, but after the pregnancy she had become delightfully plump.
“Did you meet Dae-woo today?”
“Yeah. He looked good.”
“Really?”
“He said he’s moving back to his hometown. Closing the business.”
“I see.”
“Why? Do you miss him?”
“Huh? Why would I?”
He stood behind her and caressed her breasts, which had grown even fuller with the pregnancy.
“Why else? He’s still the first man besides your husband to fill your womb with his cum, after all. Heh.”
“Do you want to die?”
She jabbed at him with her fork.
“Heh.”
“What about you? Don’t you miss Yoo-mi?”
She lifted her chin slightly and looked back at him.
“I don’t know… sometimes I miss her so much I can’t sleep.”
“Ugh, die!”
She chased him with the fork. Happiness had returned. Tonight, too, she fell asleep holding his cock.
When his wife was six months pregnant, he was sent on an overseas assignment. She had wanted to come, but her family objected, so she stayed with them instead.
And now, at this very moment, the woman beneath him was writhing through multiple orgasms.
“Haah, haah, ahh, Su-heon, aang, haah, haah.”
“Hah, hah, hah, did you like it? Hah, hah.”
“Haah, yes, so good, aang, Su-heon, haah, haah.”
Her beautiful, ripe body trembled at its peak. She clung to his neck, breathing hotly into his mouth.
“Now then, shall we start again?”
“Haah, haah, again? Su-heon, haah, haah, just… let me rest a little.”
She looked up at him with flushed cheeks and shook her head. Ignoring her, he raised his hips high and slammed down between her spread thighs.
“Hahk, ahang, too much, Su-heon, Su-heon, aang, I feel like I’m going to die, aang, haang.”
[Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack]
“Su-heon, ahang, pound me, aang, my pussy, aang, pound it.”
“Hah, hah, does my cock feel that good, Yoo-mi?”
“Aang, haang, just like this, I want to die like this, aang, haang, Su-heon, impaled on your cock, haang, aang, ahang.”
He buried himself to the root inside Yoo-mi’s pussy and stopped thrusting.
“Yoo-mi.”
“Haah, haah, yes?”
“Ko Yoo-mi.”
She looked up at him, brows deeply furrowed.
“Haah, haah, why?”
“I love you, Ko Yoo-mi.”
Her eyes trembled.
“I love you too, Kim Su-heon.”
Her hot tongue slipped between his lips. She sucked fiercely on his tongue. His rough thrusting resumed. Her lips parted from his. They gazed at each other.
“Hah, hah, Ko Yoo-mi, I love you, I love you, Ko Yoo-mi, hah, hah.”
“Aang, haang, Su-heon, I love you, aang, haang, I love you, Kim Su-heon, aang, haang, I love you, Kim Su-heon, haang, aang.”
Today, too, he craved and savored the body of the woman he loved, the voluptuous Yoo-mi who had flown such a long way to find him. She climaxed again, convulsing, and he poured his seed deep into her womb.
And in this foreign land where no one would notice, their sticky, endless lovemaking continued day after day. The hotel room was filled with hot breaths and sharp cries. Every night, Yoo-mi straddled him and danced without rest, her hips rolling.