Secret Temptation
Ko Yoo-mi’s unusually intense movements caught Kim Su-heon off guard. With a guttural groan, he erupted deep inside her hot mouth. “Ugh, I’m coming… all of it… hngh.”
Yoo-mi kept her lips sealed around his cock, sucking and licking until every last drop was milked from him. Only after his shaft finally began to soften did she lift her head and look up at him. Su-heon offered her a tissue, but she simply swallowed the thick load he had pumped into her mouth.
“Yoo-mi.”
“Hah… hah… Mmm, it doesn’t taste as good as I expected,” she panted, still catching her breath.
Su-heon felt a rush of gratitude mixed with fierce satisfaction. She had swallowed for him. She was truly his woman now.
“By the way, honey… wasn’t that your wife calling?”
“Ah, right.”
Still breathing hard, Yoo-mi nestled against his chest. Su-heon lit a cigarette, picked up his phone, and dialed his wife. One hand idly kneaded Yoo-mi’s full breast while the line rang. After several rings he quietly set the phone down. He couldn’t bring himself to hear Oh Yoo-ri’s voice.
“Why?”
“She must have gone to bed already.”
“Really?”
“……”
“Then… shall we keep going?”
Yoo-mi reached down and began stroking his cock, which was already hardening again in her hand. Su-heon took a long drag from his cigarette, smirked, and climbed on top of her. Her legs spread wide in welcome.
Sitting at his desk the next morning, Su-heon couldn’t shake the feeling that something had been off about his wife’s call the night before. After a long stretch of ringing, Yoo-ri finally answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me. What are you doing?”
“Oh, just cleaning. Why?”
“Nothing. I tried calling last night.”
“Yeah, I saw. Did you sleep well?”
“Mm. I’ve been pretty tired lately.”
“I bet. Our breadwinner must be exhausted.”
“You’re the one raising Hana alone. That’s harder.”
“Hoho, thanks for noticing.”
“Are you heading to the gym later?”
“Yeah. Actually… I was thinking.”
“Go ahead.”
“Maybe I should look for a job.”
“A job? Why?”
“Hana’s in daycare now, so I have time.”
“Hmm.”
“Just part-time while she’s at the center.”
“All right. Think it over and do whatever feels right for you.”
“Okay. Got it.”
“Talk to you later.”
“Take care, honey.”
After hanging up, Yoo-ri let out a long sigh. She hadn’t been able to admit she had called simply because she missed being in his arms. She walked to the closet, pulled out several outfits, and stood before the full-length mirror. A black skirt that reached just above her knees, a white blouse, and a black blazer completed the look.
“Hmm, still got it, Oh Yoo-ri. Heh.”
She looked every inch the successful office lady. “Might as well job-hunt while the idea’s fresh. Maybe it’ll clear my head.”
She opened a job-search site. All kinds of positions were listed. Before marriage she had been a highly regarded secretary at a company president’s office, but it had been years since she last worked. Her finger hovered over the submit button on her freshly written résumé, hesitating.
Her phone vibrated. An unknown number. Heart pounding, she answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello.”
“Yes, who is this?”
“It’s me, Yoo-ri. Dae-woo.”
“Oh, Dae-woo? It’s been a while. You never called, hoho.”
“Yeah, farming keeps me busy these days, hahaha.”
“Your voice sounds healthy.”
“Of course. I feel like a completely new man out here.”
“Is it nice there?”
“It’s great. Clean air, good water, hahaha. You and Su-heon should come down for a vacation sometime.”
“Hearing your cheerful voice is nice, Dae-woo.”
“Hahaha.”
“Did you need something?”
“No, I just suddenly thought of the old days and wanted to hear your voice, hahaha.”
“Oh, I see. Hoho, you missed my voice that much?”
“Of course. Your voice is beautiful, after all, haha.”
“Hohoho.”
“Well, I’ll call again next time.”
“Please do.”
“Take care of yourself.”
“You too, Dae-woo.”
Yoo-ri felt a warm flutter at hearing Dae-woo’s voice after so long. A small smile tugged at her lips as memories of three years ago surfaced. “I wonder how Yoo-mi is doing.” Then the vivid recollection of her passionate encounter with Dae-woo at the madam’s house flashed through her mind. The recent call from Kang Jae-geun and the way his rough hands had handled her made her thighs press together. Heat rushed to her face.
“What am I thinking? Dae-woo’s condition… he can get hard now? No, no. Pull yourself together, Oh Yoo-ri.”
She stepped into the shower and let the cold water cascade over her body, trying to wash away the dangerous thoughts. The sharp spray struck her full breasts and sensitive nipples, sending shivers through her. Her ripe body, long neglected because of pregnancy, her husband’s business trips, and childcare, was awakening again.
Her hands roamed over her own curves. “Haa… ahng… mmh… haa… ahh…”
Images of Dae-woo, the trainer Doo-hwan, and Jae-geun filled her mind—their bodies, their rough touches. It felt as if they were freely groping her. Her own fingers grew bolder, kneading and stroking more insistently.
“Aang… haang… I’m going crazy… aang… haang…”
The bathroom echoed with the moans of a mature married woman lost in lust. In the quiet midday house, a housewife burned with desire in the shower.
“You came, Yoo-ri? How are your legs?”
“They’re much better, thanks to you.”
“Let me take a look.”
Doo-hwan knelt in front of her without hesitation and began examining her ankle, turning it gently. His hands slid from her ankle up her calf. When Yoo-ri tried to pull away, his grip firmed.
“Stay still.”
She froze. Embarrassed, she glanced around the gym. Everyone was focused on their own workouts; no one paid them any attention. Only she reacted to the trainer’s subtle touch, remembering what had happened yesterday.
“This won’t do. Still tight. Come with me.”
Before she could protest, he led her to the trainer’s lounge and sat her on the sofa. He lifted both of her legs onto his lap and admired the smooth, toned lines of her calves and thighs.
“Damn, what a body. Absolute luxury. Pretty face too. Fuck, I’d love to lick those legs.”
Under his skilled massage, Yoo-ri gradually relaxed. “Have you ever had an oil massage before, Yoo-ri?”
“A few times at the salon, but…”
“I mean a proper therapeutic one.”
“Never.”
“Then I’ll give you one sometime when you’re free.”
“Oh, there’s no need…”
“Prevention is better than treatment. Especially for women after childbirth, and at your age—forty is when you really need to start taking care.”
“I suppose.”
“Massage can prevent all sorts of problems.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. Nothing beats massage for women’s health.”
Yoo-ri vaguely recalled hearing something similar. For half an hour Doo-hwan kneaded and stroked her calves and thighs. His smooth talk had her completely under his spell. Another thirty minutes passed before he finally released her.
“Skip the workout today. Go home and soak in a hot bath. You’ll feel much better.”
“Thank you. Really, for looking after me like this.”
Doo-hwan smiled and stood. The prominent bulge in his pants was now level with Yoo-ri’s face as she sat. She held her breath. “Oh my… that’s huge. If something like that pushed inside me… ah, really…”
After an hour of his hands on her body, her panties were already soaked. The sight of his erection right in front of her only made the heat worse.
“See you tomorrow.”
“Ah, yes.”
Even after he left, Yoo-ri remained on the sofa for a long while. When she finally looked down, she noticed a small wet patch on the front of her training pants.
“Oh no… did he see? What do I do?”
She quickly tied her jacket around her waist and hurried to the changing room. Watching her retreating figure, Doo-hwan chuckled to himself.
“Her pussy was practically flooding. Kek, just wait a little longer, our Yoo-ri.”
On the way home Yoo-ri stopped at the supermarket, absentmindedly tossing items into her cart. The embarrassing scene at the gym kept replaying in her head. “Did he see? He must have. God…”
“Oh my, unni! Yoo-ri unni!”
She looked up at the familiar voice. A slim, stylish woman was smiling brightly at her.
“Mei? It’s Do Mei, right?”
“Unni, it really has been forever, hasn’t it? Hoho.”