Secret Temptation
Oh Yoo-ri pressed her upper body against the trainer's back as if drawn by some invisible force. "Hup."
"Heavy, isn't it?"
"Hmm, not really. You seem pretty light for your height, Yuri."
"Hoho." Women really were sensitive about their weight. Even in this awkward, embarrassing situation, Yuri couldn't help worrying about hers.
The trainer hoisted her up and strode toward the elevator. His hands gripped her thighs firmly. Feeling the voluptuous married woman's body against his back, he adjusted her slipping position and lifted her higher. "Hup."
"Oh my!"
When he bounced her upward with his arms, his hands slid deeper between her thighs. Blushing, Yuri cautiously wrapped her arms around his neck and simply let his touch roam.
"There we go." The trainer gently set his wife down on the sofa.
"Thank you."
"No problem. Ice in the fridge?"
"Yes, but—" Before she could finish, he strode into the kitchen and grabbed some ice. Wrapping it in a towel, he began icing her ankle. Sitting on the sofa, Yuri felt uneasy about her skirt riding up, yet she also felt guilty watching him massage her with such a worried expression.
Thanks to the trainer's easygoing chatter, the atmosphere quickly lightened.
"Oh my, your name really is Do-hwan?"
"Yeah. Funny, right?"
"No, not so much funny as… it doesn't sound like a modern name. Hoho."
"My fellow citizens," he said in a deep, solemn voice.
"Hohoho!" Yuri burst out laughing, her throat exposed as she threw her head back. Do-hwan swallowed hard, staring at the elegant line of her neck.
"Yuri, lie down on your stomach here."
"Pardon?"
"I'm a fitness trainer, but my specialty is actually sports massage."
"Oh, it's fine, really."
"Since you're already here, let me give you a proper service."
"No, I'm okay."
"Come on." Do-hwan gestured for her to lie down. Flustered, Yuri obeyed and stretched out on the living-room floor. She tugged her skirt down as far as it would go and pressed her legs together. Do-hwan looked at her and thought, Ah, fuck, should I just shove it in right now? He pressed his body over hers, moving his hips as if he were already thrusting.
"Um, Do-hwan?"
"Yes?"
He quickly knelt by her feet, startled.
"I have to go out soon. I need to pick up my daughter."
"Ah, right. I'll be quick."
Following his expert touch, Yuri felt her whole body relax. Do-hwan kept talking to ease her tension. Sensing her legs go limp, his hands crept higher.
"Yuri, your muscles are really tight. You only exercise and never stretch afterward."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. Stretching before and after is crucial, but most clients skip it."
"I'll have to try harder from now on."
His hands massaged the backs of her knees. Yuri bit back a moan, letting out only soft grunts. Why? Does it feel good already? His fingers rose until they brushed the hem of her skirt, halfway up her thighs.
"You said your husband is overseas?"
"Yes."
"So you live alone with your daughter?"
"Yes, though he visits once a month."
Without realizing it, Yuri had lied. Do-hwan kneaded her thighs with a sly smile. Fucking bitch, lying to me. I know everything, you slut.
His hands slipped under her skirt, pushing higher. When Yuri flinched and tried to turn over at the unfamiliar touch, Do-hwan spoke smoothly.
"Your thighs are really tight. Worse than I thought."
"Oh, really?"
His perfect timing kept her from moving. The massage continued, her skirt rolling up until her pink panties came into view.
"How does it feel? Nice and cool?"
"Yes, very refreshing."
Do-hwan smiled contentedly, freely groping the married woman's plump thighs. Ah, fuck, I want to suck on these thighs. His hands grew bolder, openly massaging her ass over the panties. Just as Yuri tried to move, he stopped her again with smooth words.
"Thighs and calves are important, but the most crucial spot is right here. This needs proper attention so your whole leg can relax."
"Okay."
Yuri covered her mouth with one hand and answered in a shaky voice. It was the first time since Su-heon had visited three months ago that she had allowed a stranger's touch. Forgetting the pain in her ankle, she felt herself growing wet. Do-hwan could clearly see her panties dampening.
Oh-ho, sensitive little thing. This'll be easier than I thought. Heh-heh.
Emboldened, he kneaded her ass more confidently. Suddenly, a ringtone cut through the air. Both froze, as if caught in the act. Yuri reached for her bag and pulled out her phone.
"Hello?"
"..........."
"Hello?"
"..........."
"What the—?"
She checked the number. Unknown caller. Do-hwan's hands began moving again.
"Hel—ah!"
A low moan escaped her. A deep voice came from the other end.
"It's me, sister-in-law."
"Who is this?"
"Already forgot? It's Jae-geun. I'm hurt, Yuri. Heh-heh."
"What?"
Startled, Yuri sat up. Do-hwan looked equally flustered.
"Why so surprised? What were you doing just now? Heh-heh."
"N-nothing."
"Sounds like you were busy. Su-heon's little brother is overseas, so you've already got another cock in your mouth? Heh-heh."
Yuri tried to calm her racing heart, but it was no use. A call from Jae-geun after years of silence was shocking enough, but being massaged by a young trainer at the same time made everything worse.
"Why did you call? How did you get my number?"
"Aw, what's with the attitude? We're not strangers. Well, technically we haven't properly fucked yet, so maybe we are. Heh-heh."
"If you have nothing to say, I'm hanging up."
"Fine. I'll call again. I'm busy too—first time out in a while."
"I'm hanging up."
Yuri felt strangely hollow after the unexpected call from Jae-geun. Do-hwan looked just as unsettled. From the tone, it hadn't sounded like a friendly conversation. A married woman with no husband around, receiving that kind of call in broad daylight—there was clearly a story there.
"Yuri, what was—"
"It's nothing."
"If there's anything I can help with—"
"I said it's fine."
Her sharp tone made him flinch. "Ah, sorry. I overstepped."
"No, I'm the one who was rude."
"I need to go pick up my daughter."
"Of course. Your ankle—"
"It's much better now. Thank you."
Do-hwan watched her hurry away, his eyes flickering with a strange light. Some other bastard's already sniffing around. With a body like that, who wouldn't want a piece? Fuck, this just got complicated.
After bringing her daughter home, feeding her, bathing her, and putting her to bed, Yuri lay beside the sleeping child, her body burning too hot for sleep. She touched herself. The trainer from earlier, the hands she had only imagined, had awakened something in her today. Jae-geun's face also flashed through her mind—the crude man who had charged at her with that massive cock.
[Beep… beep… beep… beep…]
Of all days, Su-heon wasn't answering his phone.
I hate you, Su-heon. I really hate you.
She brought herself to climax with her own fingers, twisting her body in pleasure.
[Ring… ring… ring… ring…]
Su-heon reached for his phone in a hurry. Just as he was about to answer, the call cut off. It was Yuri. Ah, what was the international code again? His mind went blank; the simple number refused to come to him.
"Hah, Yoo-mi, wait—ugh."
Ko Yoo-mi had his cock in her mouth and was shaking her head vigorously. Sensing his urgency, she guessed it had been Yuri calling. The more he tried to stop her, the more violently she bobbed, sucking him hard enough to pull him out.
"Ah, Yoo-mi—ugh."
Finally, overwhelmed, Su-heon dropped the phone onto the bed and grabbed her hair.
"Ah, Yoo-mi, wait, I'm about to come."
Ignoring him, she kept sucking furiously. Only when he yanked her hair did she release him.
"Hah, revenge."
Su-heon, eyes glazed, tried to pull the lewd Yoo-mi into his arms and lay her down.
"Su-heon."
"Yeah?"
"Today… I want to take it in my mouth."
His grip loosened. Yoo-mi took him back into her mouth and sucked. Her swollen breasts and hardened nipples rubbed against his thigh while her hand squeezed and kneaded his balls.