Secret Temptation
“Aah, really, I told you not to, okay? Hmm?”
“What am I doing? I’m just touching. Keep doing what you were doing, heh heh.”
“If you keep this up, how am I supposed to finish the dishes? Hmm? Ah, aang, ah, heung.”
As Su-heon’s grip tightened, a heated moan escaped Yoo-ri’s lips while she held the soapy dish. His hand left her breast, slid down to lift her skirt, and began kneading her thigh.
“Honey, I’m on my period, ho ho.”
“Huh? Period? Really?”
“Why would I lie about something like that? Ho ho. Just hold back today.”
“But this month… it doesn’t feel like the right time yet?”
“It is, okay? It matches perfectly.”
“Aww, why now of all times?”
“What do you mean ‘now’? We’ve been doing it almost every day lately. How is it that you only get hornier as you get older, Su-heon?”
“So you’re complaining, wife?”
Su-heon’s hands rose again, this time slipping beneath her clothes. His palms overflowed with the smooth, full curves of Yoo-ri’s breasts.
“Complaining? Ho ho. I’m happy, actually. Having a husband like a stallion is nice.”
“Right? You like it too, don’t you?”
“Ah, stop it. I’ll finish the dishes and play with you later. Go sit over there.”
“No. I want to play right now, kekeke.”
Su-heon clung to her back like a child, refusing to let go. Yoo-ri, too, found his embrace from behind far too warm and comforting to push away. His fingers found her already-hardened nipples inside her bra and toyed with them. She didn’t resist the cozy, tingling sensation.
“Aing, it tickles, honey. Haang, stop, aheung.”
When Su-heon’s tongue licked the nape of her neck and then sucked on her earlobe, Yoo-ri’s body twisted.
“Aang, honey, really…”
Yoo-ri peeled off her rubber gloves and reached back to firmly grasp Su-heon’s cock as it rubbed against her ass.
“Ah, it hurts, it hurts.”
“Ho ho. That’s what you get for not listening.”
“Aah, fine, I’ll stop.”
“You should have done that earlier, ho ho.”
The moment Yoo-ri released him and tried to put her gloves back on, Su-heon spun her around. Their lips met again, the soft, sweet kiss deepening. Her leg slowly climbed his, hooking around his waist.
“Haa, aing, no, honey. Hana can see, ahang.”
As Su-heon’s tongue licked down her tilted neck, Yoo-ri poured out heated moans.
“Honey, let’s just do it once.”
“I told you I’m on my period.”
“So what?”
“Really, no. The flow is no joke.”
“Hmm.”
Su-heon’s licking along her collarbone slowly stopped. He lifted his head. Yoo-ri raised hers too, meeting his gaze. They exchanged a silent conversation with their eyes. Her head slowly shook left and right. When Su-heon looked at her with a pitiful expression, laughter burst from Yoo-ri’s face.
“Fine, fine, you horny husband, kekeke.”
“Kekeke. That’s my wife.”
Yoo-ri knelt in front of Su-heon and pulled down his training shorts. His cock sprang out like a coiled spring. She stuck out her tongue and flicked the head playfully. Su-heon cupped her cheeks and rubbed his shaft against her lips.
“Let’s move a little to the side. Hana might see, ho ho.”
Still holding his cock, Yoo-ri shuffled backward until her back touched the wall. She slowly took him into her mouth. Su-heon’s head tilted back further and further as her tongue worked him with dazzling skill, focusing especially on the underside of the glans. Cold sweat ran down his spine.
While watching his expressions, Yoo-ri quickened her pace. Su-heon grabbed her hair and thrust his hips. His glans pounded into her throat. As she gagged, the image of Jae-geun’s massive cock suddenly flashed through her mind. Right here, in this exact spot, she had been forced to take that grotesque thing into her mouth and swallow every drop of his thick cum.
While sucking her husband, a flood of arousal gushed from Yoo-ri’s pussy. Su-heon, unaware, kept thrusting powerfully into her throat. An inexplicable excitement washed over her.
‘Ah, I want it, Su-heon. I want to be pounded. What do I do?’
The moment she imagined being impaled by Jae-geun’s monstrous cock, guilt crashed over her again. Imagining another man’s cock—the very beast who had forced his cum down her throat—while her husband’s shaft was in her mouth made her pussy flood even more.
‘I want it, I want it, I want it.’
Yoo-ri spat out Su-heon’s cock.
“Su-heon, we… eup.”
Before she could finish, his cock pushed back into her mouth, cutting off her words.
“Ah, Yoo-ri, I’m coming, ugh, urgh.”
Su-heon’s hips locked as he thrust forward. Yoo-ri squeezed her eyes shut at the sensation of his glans swelling deep in her throat. His semen blasted against her uvula. Once again, the memory of Jae-geun’s enormous ejaculation surfaced—twice as much as her husband’s, the overwhelming pressure that had filled her throat. A hot, unfamiliar fire erupted inside her body, different from anything she had felt before. A climax-like thrill swept through her. She swallowed Su-heon even deeper, taking every drop while he held her hair.
After twitching for a while, his cock slowly slipped from her mouth. Yoo-ri’s hand stroked him, still sucking gently.
“Ugh, urgh, Yoo-ri, Yoo-ri.”
Su-heon tried to pull away, but she refused to let go, tormenting him a little longer before finally releasing him.
“Hah, hah, hahk.”
“Wow, you’re amazing, honey. Heok, heok.”
“Hahk, hahk, hahk, hahk, Su-heon.”
“Heok, heok, yeah?”
“Hahk, hahk, did it feel good? Hahk, hahk.”
Su-heon knelt and pulled her up into his arms.
“Heok, heok, yeah, it felt so good.”
“Hahk, hahk, hahk, Su-heon, what do I do now, hahk, hahk.”
“Yoo-ri.”
Their lips met again. Yoo-ri clung to his neck, her body writhing with desperate need. Su-heon simply found his wife’s excitement adorable, completely unaware of what her desperate movements truly meant.
“Yoo-ri, your face has been looking much better lately.”
“Yes, it has, ho ho.”
Hyun-soo sat at his desk, watching her. In her navy two-piece suit, Yoo-ri looked incredibly sexy as she organized today’s schedule and departmental reports on the table. Every time she bent over, her thick thighs peeked out from under the miniskirt. Hyun-soo found himself looking forward to this morning routine more and more. Today, as always, his cock was rock hard. His resolve to make her his woman someday only grew stronger. He found himself hating Yoo-ri’s husband, Su-heon, whom he had never even met. Hyun-soo rubbed his erection while staring at the married woman’s swaying hips.
“Unni, Yoo-ri unni.”
“Hmm? What is it, Mei?”
“Lately, the way the boss looks at you isn’t normal.”
Yoo-ri felt her breath catch at Mei’s words.
“He’s been acting strange for a while, but it’s gotten worse recently. Don’t you feel it?”
“I don’t know…”
Her voice trailed off. Mei stared at her intently from the next seat.
“Unni.”
“Yes?”
Startled, Yoo-ri watched as Mei’s chair slid over and bumped against hers. Mei’s sweet voice whispered into her ear.
“Unni, you still haven’t told me what happened with the boss.”
“What do you mean?”
“Aigoo, why are you doing this again? Trying to brush it off?”
“I’m telling you, nothing happened.”
“Hmm. Unni, you know your leg bounces when you lie, right?”
Yoo-ri looked down at her own twitching leg. Her face flushed red.
“So something did happen. It was weird when you quit, and even weirder when you came back because of the boss.”
Before Mei could finish, Yoo-ri shot to her feet.
“Oh, I forgot the coffee. You want some too, right, Mei?”
Mei smiled as she watched Yoo-ri hurry toward the break room.
‘I was just testing her, but it looks like it’s true, huh? Heh heh. Too cute, Yoo-ri unni, ho ho.’
As Yoo-ri walked to the break room in her tight navy suit, heads turned throughout the office. Her ass swayed beneath the short miniskirt, and her long legs looked sensual even to another woman like Mei.
“Hey, what are you all staring at? Get back to work, you wolves.”
At Mei’s sharp remark, everyone turned away with red faces.
‘Su-heon oppa must be worried sick, ho ho. With Yoo-ri unni looking this sexy, ho ho.’
Mei felt a mix of jealousy and envy as she gazed after Yoo-ri’s retreating figure.