Secret Temptation
Oh Yoo-ri clings to Kim Su-heon's neck and sucks on his tongue. “Me too, me too.” Hana bounces between them. “Kk, you do it with your own man next time. This is mommy’s, hoho.” Kim Su-heon lifts Hana into his arms and plants a kiss on her cheek.
Kim Su-heon steps into the living room and glances around the house. Back in his own home again. He draws in a deep breath of the familiar scent. ‘Finally… I’m home.’
Kim Su-heon strips off his clothes and heads into the bathroom for a shower. In the kitchen, Oh Yoo-ri starts preparing dinner. The sound of running water is pure happiness to her ears. Something that had been blocked inside her chest suddenly clears away. In the house where the man of the house has returned, the sounds of life fill every corner.
Lying together in their bed after so long, Oh Yoo-ri asks, “Honey, how’s work?”
“It’s fine. I’m getting used to it now.”
“That’s a relief.”
Kim Su-heon can’t bring himself to mention President Hyun-soo and keeps circling around the topic.
“Honey, about that time…”
“Hm?”
“When you came to see me for the last time.”
“Yeah.”
“You kept calling out the president’s name.”
“There you go again.”
Oh Yoo-ri makes a nasal sound and buries herself in Kim Su-heon’s arms. Her fingers play with his limp cock.
“I was just curious what kind of guy he is. How good-looking must he be for my wife to moan like that?”
Before he can finish, Oh Yoo-ri’s lips crash down on his. Her sweet saliva stirs his senses. She sucks earnestly on his tongue, and the cock in her hand swells rapidly.
Her tongue trails down his neck. “Honey, all of a sudden?”
“I wanted to do this the moment you came home. Like I was raping you.”
“But what if Hana wakes up?”
Oh Yoo-ri glances at the sleeping child beside them while sucking on his neck. “Once she’s out, she doesn’t wake up.”
Her tongue moves again, mercilessly licking and sucking on his nipples. Her thumb rubs the precum leaking from his glans.
Kim Su-heon watches his lovely wife with gentle eyes. Oh Yoo-ri smiles faintly, then lowers her head past his navel. She studies his twitching cock for a while, kneading it, before her hot breath envelops him.
“Ah, honey…”
Kim Su-heon pulls her hips closer. Oh Yoo-ri begins to move slowly. The panties covering her plump ass slide off in his hands. Her rear is now right in front of him as he sits against the headboard.
“Honey, you’re already this wet? Kk.”
“Guh… you came home after so long…”
“Hey, don’t talk with your mouth full. I’m weak to that.”
“I know.”
“Hey.”
Kim Su-heon spreads her ass wide with both hands. Her pussy quivers. He buries his face in her soaked folds and starts licking greedily.
The moment his tongue thrusts into her, Oh Yoo-ri lets out a muffled moan around his cock. Like two people easing long-starved hunger, husband and wife silently devour each other.
Suddenly Oh Yoo-ri’s hips slip from his grasp. She grabs his cock and slowly lowers herself onto it. Her eyes are obscenely glazed as she stares at him. His glans parts her folds and sinks in inch by inch. Both cock and pussy are slick with their mingled saliva and fluids.
“Ah, husband…”
“Ugh, Yoo-ri…”
His shaft disappears completely. Oh Yoo-ri furrows her brows and squeezes one breast with her hand. She releases his cock and swallows him to the root, then takes his hands and places them on her breasts.
“Husband, ah… squeeze them. Squeeze Yoo-ri’s breasts.”
“Yoo-ri… ugh.”
Kim Su-heon carefully kneads her swollen breasts. Holding his wrists, she begins to rock her hips back and forth. Her smooth neck arches back, and her moans grow louder.
“Aah, haang, aang, haang, honey, aahng.”
Kim Su-heon watches her arched neck and thinks how beautiful her jawline is. Her movements become more frantic; his grip tightens. Her breasts spill between his fingers. Suddenly Hana stirs in her sleep.
Startled, Kim Su-heon clamps his hand over Oh Yoo-ri’s moaning mouth. Her tongue slips out and licks his palm. She lifts her head, takes his fingers into her mouth, and sucks on them. The sight sends a sharp thrill straight to Kim Su-heon’s core.
Still sucking his fingers, Oh Yoo-ri reaches up and flicks his nipples. Then she twists them hard while riding him violently enough to shake the bed. The pain in his nipples mixes with the pleasure of her clenching pussy, contorting his face.
“Ugh, I’m gonna cum, Yoo-ri.”
Without answering, she keeps sucking his fingers and slamming her hips. Her expression twists sharply.
“Aahng, aang, haang, ah, ah, aaaah!”
She spits out his fingers and lets out a scream-like moan. Her hips freeze and convulse violently. After trembling for a long time, she collapses onto his chest.
“Hah, hah, hah… Su-heon… husband… it felt so good… hah, hah.”
“What? I wasn’t even done yet and you came alone?”
“Hah, hah… you still… hah… can’t cum yet… hah, hah.”
“Kk. Tomorrow’s Sunday, right?”
Kim Su-heon strokes her hair. Oh Yoo-ri lifts her head from his chest and looks at him.
“Honey… when was the last time you did it with another woman? Recently.”
“Huh? That’s ridiculous.”
“It’s okay. I heard most men do that when they’re out.”
“No. I’m not interested in that.”
“Really? The girls at that room salon we went to were all pretty. Are you sure there’s no one?”
“I told you there isn’t. I don’t really like that kind of thing.”
“Tch. What man doesn’t?”
“With a lewd wife like you, how could I look at other women? Kk.”
“Hmph.”
Kim Su-heon cups her cheek and kisses her. The kiss is long and tender. Her saliva tastes especially sweet tonight. When their lips part, a thin, sticky thread of shared saliva stretches between them.
“Husband, cheer up. I’m not sleeping tonight, hoho.”
As Kim Su-heon lays her on her side, Oh Yoo-ri whispers in his ear, “Though… it might not get hard again like before.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it stand again, hoho.”
“You lewd wife. You asked for it.”
Oh Yoo-ri’s pale, slender legs are thrown over his shoulders, pointing toward the ceiling.
“Hngh, husband, husband, your cock, aahng…”
“Honey, Yoo-ri, ah, ugh.”
The bed rocks again. Kim Su-heon and Oh Yoo-ri spend the entire night exploring each other’s bodies. In that heated bed, Hana sleeps soundly.
The highway entrance leading into the city is backed up like a parking lot. The sun has already set and the streetlights are on. It’s been two hours already. There’s no sign the traffic will clear; there must have been an accident.
Out of boredom, President Hyun-soo lights a cigarette. He rolls down the window and exhales a long stream of smoke.
“Yoo-ri.”
“Yes, President.”
“It’s been a while since we’ve been alone like this.”
“Yes, President.”
“It’s already been over half a year. Time really flies, doesn’t it?”
“President, about that story…”
“I got it. But don’t tell me to forget it. It’s a beautiful memory for me.”
“……”
“Is it a memory you want to forget, Yoo-ri?”
“No, it’s not that…”
President Hyun-soo glances sideways at Oh Yoo-ri in the passenger seat. She looks flustered, unsure what to do. The sight is endearing.
“I heard your husband came back.”
“Yes.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not the type to push myself on someone.”
“……”
“But don’t be too cold to me either.”
“President.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know I’m your boss, okay?”
“……”
“Yoo-ri.”
“Yes, President.”
“What do you think of me as a man?”
“Pardon?”
“Just as a woman. Not as an employee, but simply as a woman.”
“Hmm… well…”
“Tell me the truth. That way I can move on and meet someone else quickly.”
“Um… you’re handsome, President.”
“And?”
“You’re tall, well-built, so suits look good on you. And you’re kind.”
“Hmm, not bad. What else?”
“And… you’re wealthy. And you have charm as a man.”
“Charm as a man?”
“……”
President Hyun-soo turns his head and looks at her. Oh Yoo-ri’s face flushes as she sits with her hands clasped, speaking seriously with a faint smile. Ah, a woman he wants to have.
“Is that all?”
“Um… I think that’s roughly it. At least from what I know.”
“From what Yoo-ri knows, huh.”
“Yes.”
“Then you know everything, don’t you?”
President Hyun-soo looks at her with a playful expression. Oh Yoo-ri’s face grows even redder. She turns her gaze to the window, avoiding his eyes, and takes a deep breath. Her chest rises and falls.