Secret Seduction
The cock that looked ready to burst sprang free. The hard young shaft, already leaking clear fluid nonstop, was seized in Yuri’s hand. ‘Ah, it’s hot, so hard, incredible… Do-hwan’s cock… I want this thing pounding into me, ah.’ Yuri’s fingers tightened around it. Do-hwan stretched out his tongue and drove it deep into her ear.
“Mmph, hnn, huff, mm…” A thin moan slipped between Yuri’s lips while her grip on his cock grew even firmer.
“Ah, Yuri… I want to fuck you. I want to ram my cock straight into your pussy.”
“Aang, ahng, aang, haang, ahng, haang.”
At his whisper the moans she had been holding back burst out like a dam breaking.
“Yuri, I want your pussy. I want to pound it. I want to fuck you with this cock.”
“Haang, aang, no, haang, Do-hwan, no, ahng, haang.”
“I’m going to take it. I’m going to fuck your pussy raw with my cock.”
“Haang, no, no, aang, haang, aang.”
“You want to suck my cock, don’t you, Yuri?”
“Haang, aang, no, aang, no.”
“Today I’m going to fill your womb with my cum. I’m going to knock you up.”
“Aang, haang, no, aang, Do-hwan, Do-hwan, ahang.”
Despite her protests, Yuri’s hand squeezed his shaft even harder. In the quiet living room of their family home, the wet, desperate sounds of a married woman being taken by another man echoed through the air. Do-hwan bit her earlobe and yanked her panties aside. Yuri’s hand, still wrapped around his cock, flailed to stop him. He guided himself between her oil-slick cheeks, the thick head slipping and sliding until he finally pressed against her entrance.
Do-hwan rose onto his knees, straddled her thighs, and spread her ass wide with both hands. Her glistening pussy and twitching anus seemed to breathe, silently begging for him.
“Do-hwan, no… Do-hwan, please no…”
Yuri reached back, but he caught both her wrists in one hand and pinned them down. With the other he rubbed his swollen glans up and down her soaked slit.
“I’m going to fuck you, Yuri. I’ll make you moan on this cock all night.”
“No, ah, no, Do-hwan…”
His cock surged forward, parting her folds. Even as she struggled, Yuri’s body trembled with anticipation of the pleasure about to flood her.
“Ah, ang, um, ma—”
In an instant both bodies froze. Yuri sprang up like a coiled spring.
“Hana!”
Do-hwan, still gripping his throbbing cock, stared blankly at her retreating back. The woman who had been writhing beneath him moments ago had shoved him away with startling strength.
“Mom, ang, ang!”
“Oh sweetie, it’s okay. Did you fall off the bed? Don’t cry, Mommy’s here.”
Yuri scooped up her daughter and soothed her while hurriedly fixing her clothes. The heat that had consumed her only seconds earlier vanished, replaced by a wave of shame. She felt filthy for almost letting another man take her right in front of her child.
Do-hwan stood at the doorway, watching her. “Yuri… I’ll head out now.”
“Yes… Do-hwan.”
“Don’t come out. Hana must have been startled. I’ll see myself out.”
“……”
Yuri answered without turning around. Do-hwan’s earlier excitement had evaporated the moment he saw the little girl. His footsteps down the hallway were heavy.
‘Fuck… what shitty luck. I had the head in already, damn it.’
Yuri hugged her daughter tightly as she watched him leave. ‘Thank you, Hana… for saving Mommy.’
Gratitude mixed with the lingering memory of that thick cock pressing against her entrance. She couldn’t shake the sensation no matter how hard she tried.
‘Heh heh… that idiot’s a total amateur. Heh heh heh.’
Jae-geun smirked at the monitor and crushed his cigarette in the ashtray.
‘I was going to send little Hana over as a present to Suhun’s brother, but that bastard ruined everything.’
He took a swig of beer while staring at Yuri on the screen, then reached down and slowly stroked his own massive erection. On the monitor, Yuri tucked Hana back into bed, came out, and began tidying the living room. Her plump ass swayed enticingly as she bent over.
Jae-geun wanted nothing more than to rush over and bury himself inside her, but he held back. He intended to savor her slowly, more intensely, more provocatively.
Yuri stared at the message, her heart tangled. She hadn’t gone to the club in days and still hadn’t replied to any of Do-hwan’s apologetic texts. Her fingers moved hesitantly across the screen.
Before she could finish, her phone rang.
“Unni.”
“Ah, Mei.”
Yuri’s cheeks flushed as though she had been caught doing something wrong. Her voice came out bright but slightly shaky.
“Unni, do you have time today?”
“Yes?”
“Our company president wants to interview you. Whenever you’re free.”
“Your company president?”
“Yes. Do you have plans?”
“No, nothing really… it’s just so sudden.”
“Then this afternoon works?”
“Yes, yes, that’s fine.”
“I’ll call you again later, Unni.”
Mei hung up quickly. Yuri sat frozen for a moment, then stood and stripped off her tracksuit in front of the mirror. One by one she dressed the voluptuous married woman reflected there until a sleek, sexy career woman stared back at her. The guilt that had been pressing down on her moments ago seemed to lift. She picked up her phone again, typed a short reply to Do-hwan, then deleted it and set the phone down. Instead she sat at her vanity and began applying makeup with care for the afternoon interview.
“Unni! Yuri unni!”
“Mei.”
“You found the place okay? Hoho.”
“It’s right in front of the building, silly.”
“You look so pretty, Unni. No one would ever guess you’re married. I’m jealous!”
“Mei, stop flattering me. I’ve gained weight—this outfit barely fits.”
“Really? It’s tight in all the right places. Super sexy. Hoho, you’ve got a blessed body, Unni.”
“Mei, enough teasing.”
“Hoho, I’m serious! This way.”
Yuri followed Mei into the building, admiring the younger woman’s hourglass figure. Mei’s long hair swayed as she walked, her perfectly rounded hips rolling with each step. Yuri unconsciously glanced down at her own body, noting how the expensive suit Suhun had bought her last year now hugged her curves more tightly than before.
“Okay, fighting!” Mei raised a cute fist in front of the president’s office door. Yuri smiled gratefully.
“Thank you, Mei.”
“Unni, fighting!”
Mei knocked. A warm male voice answered from inside.
The luxurious office smelled faintly of expensive cologne. On the desk sat a polished nameplate.
A woman sat on the black leather sofa with her hands folded neatly in her lap. Wavy brown hair fell to her shoulders. Despite her delicate frame, her breasts strained dangerously against her jacket buttons. She kept tugging at the hem of her short skirt, which kept riding up to reveal pale, smooth thighs that drew the president’s gaze again and again.
‘Oh Yoo-ri… interesting.’
Hyun-soo repeated her name silently while glancing between her résumé and her voluptuous figure.
“I see. Thank you for coming in today.”
“Um… about the result…”
“Ah, the result? I’ll let Mei know directly.”
“Ah, yes, I understand.”
“Just a moment—here’s my business card.”
Yuri accepted it with both hands. Hyun-soo stood and extended his hand for a handshake. Yuri rose quickly, reached out, then suddenly sat back down again, her face flushing.