Secret Temptation
“Ah, so that’s how it went down—the bitch wife was screwing that guy, kekeke.”
“There you go lying again. Is that all you ever do when you open your mouth? Kekeke.”
“I’m telling you, it’s true. Have you been living under a rock your whole life?”
“If what you’re saying is right, there wouldn’t be any families left in this country. They’d all be ruined.”
“Sure, there are plenty of faithful wives out there, but when they’re apart like this, it’s different. It’s just biology.”
Su-heon was enjoying his usual after-work beer with his same-age colleague, Deputy Park.
“So do you actually have any proof your wife was screwing that guy?”
“Hmm, I’ve got strong suspicions, but no hard evidence yet.”
“See? Kekeke. I knew it.”
“One of these days I’m gonna catch those two bastards in the act and finish them off right there.”
“And you think you have the right to badmouth your wife when you’ve got your own side piece here? Kekeke.”
“Kekeke, yeah, you’re the good one.”
“Of course I am.”
“Back in Korea you’ve got a beautiful, sexy wife, and here you’ve got Yoo-mi waiting at home—man, just thinking about her gets me excited. I’m jealous, seriously jealous.”
“Don’t be. It’s not easy for me either.”
“Then let me take care of the hard part for you, kekeke.”
“Forget it. Just drink.”
“I should get going now.”
“Why? We’ve only had a few rounds.”
“Ah, I picked up a girl at the club last week. I promised to have drinks with her and her friends tonight.”
“Hey, what about your wife at home then?”
“Huh? Wife? Just call her my girlfriend. What wife? We don’t even touch each other anymore, kekeke.”
“Whoa.”
“She’s only with me because she wants to have fun too. Why are you making such a big deal out of it all of a sudden?”
“Kekeke, you’re really good at making excuses.”
“Why? If you like her, I could introduce you to Yoo-mi sometime.”
“Not a chance. And you stay away from Yoo-mi too. I have zero interest in that, kekeke.”
“Stingy bastard. Damn it, I’m leaving.”
“Yeah, go ahead. Good luck.”
“Kekeke, just you wait, you lucky bastard. I’m gonna bring someone prettier than Yoo-mi.”
“Crazy. You think there’s anyone prettier than Yoo-mi in all of China? Kekeke.”
“Ah, you’re pissing me off. Get lost. I’m seriously gonna call your sister-in-law.”
“Kekeke.”
After Deputy Park left, Su-heon sat alone, tilting his glass. Yoo-mi, who had been in the States, had come to stay with him for about a month. Before marriage she had worked as a journalist, and these days she was writing columns for magazines as a freelancer in America. Thanks to that, she had no time constraints—she spent one month in the States and one month here with Su-heon. Her family was wealthy enough that she didn’t need to work, but she did it as a hobby, doing what she enjoyed. That Yoo-mi was now at Su-heon’s place.
Su-heon recalled the way Deputy Park had looked at Yoo-mi when they first met earlier. He imagined Park fucking her. Then Oh Yoo-ri’s face, twisted in pleasure, flashed through his mind—his beautiful wife writhing and moaning beneath him. Suddenly, a massive cock was shoved into her moaning mouth. Su-heon lifted his head and saw Jae-geun smirking at him.
“Fuck.”
The curse slipped out before he realized it. His lower body swelled heavily. He quickly paid the bill and climbed into a taxi heading home.
When Su-heon entered the house, fluent English drifted from the master bedroom. Yoo-mi’s voice was alluring no matter how many times he heard it. He took off his suit and walked into the bedroom.
“Oh, you’re back?”
“What are you doing?”
“Ah, come here.”
At Yoo-mi’s gesture, Su-heon stood behind her and looked at the laptop screen. A handsome white man was sitting there with a bright smile.
“Say hi. This is James.”
“Do I have to speak English?”
Su-heon whispered into Yoo-mi’s ear while hugging her. She shrank her neck as if tickled and kissed his cheek.
“James, this is my husband, Su-heon.”
“Hello, Su-heon.”
Surprisingly, the white man on the screen spoke fluent Korean. Su-heon looked back and forth between Yoo-mi and James on the screen with a surprised expression.
“Hello. Your Korean is really good.”
“Yes, Yoo-mi taught me well, haha.”
“Ah, I see.”
“I look forward to working with you.”
“No, well, with me…”
Yoo-mi burst into cheerful laughter. Su-heon forced an awkward smile and started undressing by the bed. Yoo-mi and James continued chatting animatedly in fluent English about something that seemed very amusing. Feeling an inexplicable jealousy, Su-heon called out to Yoo-mi.
“By the way, who is he?”
“I told you before. He’s the magazine’s editor-in-chief, James.”
“Ah.”
“He’s handsome, right? Hohoho.”
At Yoo-mi’s words, James on the screen laughed heartily. Yoo-mi grew even more delighted seeing Su-heon’s jealous expression. Su-heon watched Yoo-mi’s back as she talked to James with a lukewarm look. Since she wasn’t on camera, she was only wearing panties under a boxy T-shirt while chatting. Su-heon didn’t like the situation at all. The editor-in-chief Yoo-mi had mentioned before was supposedly a married older man, but seeing how handsome he actually was made Su-heon tense. According to Yoo-mi, they were quite close, frequently going back and forth between the magazine office and her house.
“Yoo-mi, when are we eating?”
“Just a moment.”
Yoo-mi answered absentmindedly and kept enjoying her conversation with James. Su-heon hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. Yoo-mi flinched and tried to push him away, but he didn’t let go easily.
“Then Su-heon, let’s grab a drink together sometime.”
James spoke to Su-heon in fluent Korean. Su-heon looked at him, turned Yoo-mi’s head, and sucked on her lips.
This woman is mine.
Startled by Su-heon’s sudden action, Yoo-mi pushed his head away in a panic.
“Mmm, mmph, Su-heon.”
Yoo-mi glared at him before looking back at James on the screen.
“Well then, I’ll contact you again. My husband is being too playful, hohoho.”
“Yes, let’s talk again. Goodbye, Su-heon.”
Su-heon responded to James’s greeting with a nod and kept sucking on Yoo-mi’s lips. As she hurriedly tried to stop him while closing the chat window with one hand, her breasts spilled out from under the boxy T-shirt into Su-heon’s grasp, revealing their beautiful shape. Just before the screen disappeared, Su-heon caught a glimpse of James’s eyes flashing.
Kekeke, first time seeing this, huh?
“Su-heon, what’s wrong with you? James was right there.”
“Why? Did something happen between you and James in America?”
“James is just—mmph, mmph.”
When Su-heon covered her lips, Yoo-mi forgot what she was saying and offered her tongue. While kneading her ample breasts and sucking on her tongue, Su-heon’s tongue trailed down to lick her neck. Yoo-mi moaned as he sucked on her neck, her hand gripping his cock.
“Ah, mmh, you’re acting strange today, aah.”
Su-heon lifted Yoo-mi and bent her over the desk. Yoo-mi grew even hotter as his cock pressed against her ass.
“Yoo-mi, James’s cock must be big, right?”
“I don’t know. How would I?”
“You’ve never seen it?”
“What?”
Yoo-mi turned her head and glared at him. The look excited Su-heon even more. He pushed her panties aside and roughly shoved his spit-slicked cock into her pussy.
“Aah! Su-heon, suddenly—ahh!”
“Have you ever imagined James’s cock?”
“Aah, haa, I don’t know, ahh!”
“You have imagined it, haven’t you, Yoo-mi?”
“Aah, I don’t know, I don’t, ahh—don’t ask me things like that, ahh!”
Su-heon grew even more aroused by her ambiguous answer. A strange jealousy mixed with the urge to show her to James surged within him. The rough pounding from behind made Yoo-mi’s mind go blank.
“Aah, Su-heon, it feels good, aah, haa!”
Su-heon savored her jiggling ass cheeks and grabbed her hair, yanking it back. Yoo-mi’s head tilted backward, her back arching like a bow. Her lewd appearance was reflected on the laptop screen. Su-heon reached for the mouse and clicked on James’s name. The screen showed a waiting indicator flashing.
“Aah, Su-heon, harder, ahh, aah!”
Yoo-mi, unaware of what Su-heon was doing, focused only on the intense pounding filling her pussy. Su-heon kept thrusting into her plump ass while staring at the screen, his expression a mix of curiosity and tension.
“Haa, haa, Su-heon, I feel like I’m going crazy, haa—it’s so much, Su-heon.”
“What would James think if he saw you like this, Yoo-mi?”
“Haa, no, Su-heon—don’t say things like that, aah, aah!”
“If he saw you getting fucked by my cock like this, he’d get excited too, right?”
“Aah, haa, aah, aah, haa, aah!”
The moment James’s name came up, Yoo-mi’s body burned as if he were actually watching her. Her reaction transmitted straight to Su-heon’s cock, stimulating him further.
“Yoo-mi, call me James.”
“Haa, no, aah, ahh!”
“Call me that. Or I’ll pull out.”
“Haa, haa, Su-heon, ahh—you’re such a pervert, ahh!”
Deep down, Yoo-mi had been imagining James, and Su-heon’s words sent another wave of sensation through her body. Su-heon’s cock suddenly withdrew from her pussy. Unable to bear the itching emptiness, Yoo-mi craved him.
“Aah, Su-heon, stop teasing, ahh!”
“I’m James now.”
“Aah, seriously.”
“If you don’t like it, let’s stop. We need to eat.”
Yoo-mi couldn’t control her fully aroused body.