Secret Seduction
Doo-hwan lifts his head at the unfamiliar sensation and stares down at his cock disappearing into Mei’s ass.
“Mei, you… ugh.”
“Haah, we’re just getting started. Brace yourself. Haah, haah.”
His shaft sinks all the way to the root inside her tight hole. Doo-hwan throws his head back at the intense grip, so different from a pussy.
“Haang, Doo-hwan’s cock… it’s filling me up again. Inside Mei’s belly. Ahh.”
“Mei… ah, Mei.”
“Haang, aang, haah, haang.”
Mei’s hips begin to roll again. Beneath her, Doo-hwan feels his mind go hazy from the powerful clench of her ass. For a moment he wonders if he might lose himself completely to this woman—this woman who shudders while taking his thick cock deep into her ass.
Meanwhile, little Hana sleeps peacefully. Su-heon and Yoo-ri lie beside her, gazing at their daughter with loving eyes.
“She looks like an angel, doesn’t she?”
“Of course she does. Her mother’s an angel too.”
“Oh my, look at you, husband. You’ve gotten quite smooth while I was away. Hohoho.”
Su-heon holds Yoo-ri from behind, his thoughts tangled. According to Mei, the reason she quit the company had something to do with the president. Mei didn’t know the details, but since she hadn’t been in contact with anyone else, Su-heon couldn’t help wondering why his wife had suddenly resigned so soon after joining.
Still stroking Hana’s hair, Su-heon smiles and tugs Yoo-ri’s panties down. She twists her body in playful protest but doesn’t stop him.
“Aing, what are you doing? Hana’s right here.”
“It’s been so long since I smelled my wife. This guy won’t go down. Kekeke.”
“Oh my, how did you hold it in all this time? Hohoho.”
“I took care of it myself while thinking about you.”
“Husband, let’s go to the other room.”
“No. Don’t move for a second.”
“Aing, Su-heon… ah, hup.”
Su-heon’s cock pushes into Yoo-ri’s pussy from behind. She clamps a hand over her mouth to stifle the moan that threatens to escape. Ever since arriving at her husband’s place, even the smallest touch from him has made her body react sensitively. She is already dripping wet with anticipation.
“Wife, you must have wanted it badly. Your pussy’s overflowing.”
“Hngh, don’t… hngh, ahh… Hana’s sleeping.”
“All right. Let’s just taste it. Slowly.”
“Ahh, hngh, ahh.”
Su-heon’s glistening cock moves between her ass cheeks. Because of his lewd imagination, her pussy feels strangely unfamiliar to him. He has grown so used to Yoo-mi’s body that a pang of guilt toward his wife flickers through him.
His hands knead her breasts.
“Should we move to the next room?”
Yoo-ri, who had been sucking on his tongue with her head tilted back, gives a small nod.
“Don’t pull out.”
“Here we go again, husband. Hohoho.”
They hurry out of the small room where Hana sleeps. Su-heon keeps his hips pressed tightly against Yoo-ri’s ass so his cock won’t slip out, moving with her in careful steps. Once they reach the master bedroom, they tumble onto the bed in the same position.
“Ah, Su-heon.”
Yoo-ri calls his name in a hurried voice. Without a word, Su-heon begins thrusting into her from behind.
“Haang, aang, Su-heon… I love it. Your cock… aang.”
“Your pussy’s no joke either. You really wanted this, huh?”
“Ahh, aang, I wanted it. So much. Haang.”
“Wanted what?”
“Haah, aang, sex… ahang.”
“Then why didn’t you seduce some handsome guy?”
“No… haang, aang… I only need you. Haang, aang.”
The moment she hears her husband’s words, another cock flashes through Yoo-ri’s mind—Jae-geun’s impressive shaft. His face merges with President Hyun-soo’s, and she suddenly gushes over Su-heon’s cock.
“Hngh, ahh, Su-heon… ah, ah, aaaah!”
“What? You came already?”
Yoo-ri’s ass clenches like stone around him. Su-heon pauses, looking down at his trembling wife.
“Haah, haah… it’s been so long… haah, haah, hngh.”
As her ass softens again, Su-heon resumes thrusting.
“Honey, what about your old boss?”
“Huh? Haang, aang, aang… boss? Haah.”
“Yeah, the president of the company you quit.”
“Why him? Haah, aang.”
Su-heon feels an odd discomfort hearing her refer to the man that way.
“What’s his name?”
“Haah, aang, haang, Su-heon…”
“What’s the president’s name?”
“Haah, aang, Hyun-soo. Haang, Park Hyun-soo. Haang.”
Yoo-ri’s pussy contracts sharply as she says the name. Su-heon rises onto his knees and lifts her hips higher. Gripping his wife’s ass like an animal, he begins pounding her hard.
“You said you were his secretary, right?”
“Haah, haang, hngh, secretary… aang, haang.”
“What did you wear to work?”
“Ahh, hngh, just… haah, haang, a suit. Aang.”
“Did that Hyun-soo guy ever tell you you were pretty?”
“Haang, aang, no… haah, haang.”
Yoo-ri shakes her head desperately, feeling as though Hyun-soo’s cock is thrusting into her from behind. Su-heon imagines his wife in a suit, bent over in the president’s office, taking Hyun-soo’s cock. The image of the handsome young president running his hands along her black-stockinged legs while pounding her ass fills him with jealousy and a strange excitement.
He finds his wife’s prone figure incredibly seductive—the hourglass curve of her body, the voluptuous married woman no man could resist. And the man named Hyun-soo fucking her. Su-heon’s cock swells to the point of bursting.
“Su-heon… do it from the front. Haang. I want to see your face. Aang, haang.”
Yoo-ri wants to erase the lingering sensation of Hyun-soo’s cock that had been pounding her pussy all afternoon. But Su-heon pins her waist down and continues his rough thrusts.
“Was the president handsome?”
“Haang, aang, I don’t know. Aang.”
Instead of denying it, she answers that she doesn’t know. Su-heon sinks deeper into the mix of jealousy and arousal.
“Yoo-ri, how’s my cock?”
“Haang, I love it, Su-heon. Ahh, haang.”
“Su-heon? I’m your boss, Park Hyun-soo.”
“Haang, Su-heon… aang, haang.”
Su-heon’s thrusts stop abruptly. Yoo-ri’s ass twitches, clenching around him.
“Haang, Su-heon, faster.”
“I told you, I’m President Park Hyun-soo.”
“Haah, stop joking around.”
“Then should I stop?”
“Haah, haah, haah.”
“All right, I’ll stop.”
Su-heon pulls back until only the tip remains inside. Yoo-ri’s hand shoots behind her and grabs his ass.
“P-President…”
“Hmm? What is it, Yoo-ri?”
“Please… hurry.”
“What do you want, Yoo-ri?”
“Fuck me, Su-heon. I’m going crazy.”
“President.”
“President, please fuck me.”
The moment the words leave her lips, Su-heon drives his cock deep into her pussy.
“Hngh, haang, aang.”
“Your pussy is incredible. How does it feel getting fucked by the president?”
“Haang, haah, aang.”
“Answer me or I’ll pull out.”
“Haang, ahh, it feels good, President. Haang.”
“Yoo-ri, didn’t you say your husband is far away?”
“Haang, ahh, aang, yes… far away. Haang.”
“So you must have been dying for it, huh, Yoo-ri?”
“Haang, yes… haah, I wanted it. So much.”
“Good. Then I’ll take care of your lonely pussy in place of your husband.”
“Haah, aang, ahh.”
“From now on, whenever I call you, you’ll come to my office and offer me this pussy. Understand?”
“Haang, aang, ahang, aang.”
Yoo-ri’s ass slams back against him violently, swallowing his cock. Even though Su-heon stays still on his knees, her hips move on their own, devouring him. She no longer has room to think about Su-heon; it feels as if she is truly fucking Hyun-soo.
“Answer me. You’ll spread your legs for me whenever I want, Yoo-ri.”
“Haang, haah, aang.”
Red handprints bloom across her jiggling ass.
[Slap! Slap! Slap!]
“Not going to answer? Say it, Yoo-ri.”
“Haah, aang, yes, yes, aang, haang.”
The last thread of Yoo-ri’s reason snaps under the overwhelming sensation of her ass being pounded.
“You promised, Yoo-ri. Whenever I want?”
“Haang, aang, yes, aang. Whenever the president wants… haang, harder. Haang.”
Those words push Su-heon over the edge. He grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her head back. Riding her like an animal, he pounds her ass while pulling her hair. Yoo-ri lets out beast-like moans as the cock slams into her at a furious pace—her husband’s, no, President Hyun-soo’s cock.
“Hngh, ahang, aang, ahh, President, hngh, ahh.”
The cock thrusting into her from behind no longer belongs to her husband. It is President Hyun-soo’s, and the lascivious married woman takes it with her entire body.