Secret Temptation
Lee Dae-woo and Oh Yoo-ri snapped into proper postures at lightning speed and glanced at Ko Yoo-mi. Her head turned slowly. “I dozed off, didn’t I? Hehe.”
“...........”
Lee Dae-woo’s cock was still half out of his pants, twitching stubbornly. Oh Yoo-ri, leaning forward with her knees drawn up against the low table, still had her panties tangled around one thigh.
“I should head home now. I drank way too much.”
Ko Yoo-mi staggered to her feet. Oh Yoo-ri rose with her, smoothly pulling her panties back into place. Lee Dae-woo fumbled his cock back into his trousers and stood as well.
“You’re leaving already, unni?”
“Yeah. I have to.”
“Huh? Where did he go? Honey? Su-heon-ssi?”
Kim Su-heon’s voice drifted out from the room where Hana was sleeping. He appeared in the living room looking as though he had just woken up. “Yeah? What’s up?”
“Unni says she’s going home.”
“Really?”
Kim Su-heon moved to support the swaying Ko Yoo-mi. “You think you can make it all the way home like this?”
“Yes, I can.”
While steadying her, he glanced at Lee Dae-woo. “What about you, hyung-nim? Have another drink and crash here. Your place is pretty far.”
“Ah, no. I should go too.”
Lee Dae-woo couldn’t meet Kim Su-heon’s eyes.
“Su-heon-ssi, call me a taxi.”
Ko Yoo-mi mumbled while practically draped over Kim Su-heon. Lee Dae-woo grabbed her arm and tugged. “Yoo-mi-ya, let’s take my car.”
“No. I’m taking a taxi.”
She shook off Lee Dae-woo’s hand and wrapped her arms around Kim Su-heon’s neck, clinging to him. Kim Su-heon and Lee Dae-woo looked flustered; Oh Yoo-ri’s eyes shone with a rare, bright glint. Kim Su-heon, as if putting on a show for his wife, scooped Ko Yoo-mi up in his arms. She nestled deeper into his embrace.
“Then let’s head down together. When the designated driver arrives, you can drop Yoo-mi-ssi off at her place, hyung-nim.”
“Yeah. All right.”
Lee Dae-woo followed Kim Su-heon, who was carrying Ko Yoo-mi, toward the front door.
“Aren’t you coming?”
Kim Su-heon looked at his wife while holding Ko Yoo-mi. Their eyes met. Somehow the initiative had shifted to him; Oh Yoo-ri was the first to look away.
“Why would I?”
“Still, we should at least see them off.”
“Fine. All right.”
The black SUV pulled out of the parking lot. Lee Dae-woo leaned out the passenger window and waved. Oh Yoo-ri and Kim Su-heon waved back until the car disappeared, then slowly turned around.
They stood in front of the elevator. Kim Su-heon reached over and tugged Oh Yoo-ri’s T-shirt back into place. “Hey, what kind of outfit is this for a married woman? Your tits are practically hanging out.”
“...........”
Oh Yoo-ri’s face flushed crimson. She covered her cheeks with both hands. “Ah, maybe I drank too much? My face feels hot. Hohoho.”
Inside the elevator, Kim Su-heon caught Oh Yoo-ri’s hand as she reached for the button and pulled her toward him. She stumbled forward until they stood face to face.
“What?”
“Just… because you’re pretty.”
“Honestly, you too. Hurry up, I need to pee.”
“You need to pee?”
“Yeah.”
The image of his wife’s pussy being fingered by Lee Dae-woo flashed through Kim Su-heon’s mind. Oh Yoo-ri looped her arms around her husband’s neck, rose onto her tiptoes, and offered her lips. He recognized the aegyo; it always appeared when she wanted something or had done something wrong. Kim Su-heon slid his arms around her waist and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue, which had flinched at first, soon responded softly to his.
His hand roughly yanked her T-shirt down, spilling her breasts free. The already deep neckline, stretched further by Lee Dae-woo’s earlier groping, let both breasts tumble out completely.
“What the—? You weren’t wearing a bra?”
Oh Yoo-ri didn’t answer. She simply pressed her lips to his again and pushed her tongue inside. Kim Su-heon kneaded her breasts while watching his wife suck hard on his tongue, her eyes squeezed shut as she clung to him desperately. One of his hands slipped beneath her skirt.
Oh Yoo-ri grabbed his wrist and pulled away. “What are you doing? Let’s at least wait until we get home, okay?”
Kim Su-heon turned her around without a word, a faint smile on his lips. “Hey, seriously, why? What if someone comes? I’m going to get mad. Ah, hngh—”
Her hurried chatter cut off as her mouth fell open. Kim Su-heon had already driven his stiff cock straight into her dripping pussy. Even after coming earlier, his cock was still rock-hard. Her red panties, soaked through with her juices, were pushed aside as he began to thrust slowly, one hand squeezing her full breasts.
In the elevator at dawn, the husband’s cock pounded mercilessly into his wife’s pussy. Oh Yoo-ri’s sharp moans echoed in the small space.
“Yoo-ri-ya, ah, ugh—”
“Haang, aang, aang, haang—”
“Why is your pussy so wet? It’s flooding. Like someone else already touched it.”
“Haang, aang, it’s because of you, haang—”
Her words were ambiguous. ‘Because of me?’ Kim Su-heon thrust faster. Oh Yoo-ri’s hips bucked back just as violently, swallowing his cock. In an elevator where anyone could walk in at any moment, the wife whose breasts had been sucked by another man and whose pussy had been fingered now took her husband’s cock, while the husband who had come in another woman’s mouth now fucked his own wife. In moments they both reached their peak.
“Ugh, I’m coming—”
“Haang, haa, give it to me, haang, seobang-nim, seobang-nim—”
Oh Yoo-ri’s pale, plump ass clenched and quivered in Kim Su-heon’s grip as she milked every drop from him. When she finally went limp, she sank to the floor, panting. Kim Su-heon leaned against the wall, breathing hard. His cock, glistening with her juices and his cum, still pointed upward, refusing to soften.
Oh Yoo-ri crawled closer and took him into her mouth, licking him clean. Once she had finished, she stood, pulled his pants up for him, and leaned into his arms. Kim Su-heon hugged his wife tightly as she looked up at him with a bright smile.
“Shall we go up?”
Oh Yoo-ri nodded, still smiling. The elevator finally moved after she pressed the button. Husband and wife shared a long, gentle kiss.
“Oppa.”
“Yeah. What happened that night?”
“What do you mean? Nobody cared, so I just came home.”
“Really?”
“Why did the send-off take so long?”
“It just happened.”
“You did it with Yoo-ri unni? Outside?”
“Hey.”
“You did, didn’t you? Watching unni get her tits sucked by Dae-woo-ssi was pretty erotic, huhu.”
“If you’ve got nothing else to say, hang up.”
“Oppa, that’s too much.”
“What now?”
“I gave you such a devoted blowjob, but you only serviced Yoo-ri unni.”
“I’m hanging up.”
“Fine. What time do you finish today?”
“Same as always.”
“Got it.”
“Planning another surprise visit?”
“Dream on. I’ve got plans tonight too.”
“All right, noted.”
“Bye-bye.”
Do Mei set her phone down and lifted her coffee cup. ‘Hmm. There’s definitely something going on.’
She already knew about the relationship between Ko Yoo-mi and Kim Su-heon, but she was intensely curious about the dynamic between Lee Dae-woo and Oh Yoo-ri. While she was lost in thought, Oh Yoo-ri sat down across from her.
“What are you thinking so hard about, Mei-ssi?”
“Nothing much. This and that.”
Do Mei stared openly at Oh Yoo-ri while sipping her coffee, enjoying her new hobby of calling Kim Su-heon right in front of his wife.
“What? Mei-ssi?”
“Hmm, nothing.”
“What’s with you today? You’re acting weird. Hohoho.”
“You’re pretty charming, though. Hohoho.”
“Who? Me?”
“Yes, unni.”
“Thanks. At least I’ve still got you, huhu.”
“Unni.”
“Yeah?”
“Between Dae-woo-ssi and Su-heon-ssi, who do you think is more attractive?”
“Huh?”
“Forget that they’re husbands or anything. Just as men.”
“That came out of nowhere.”
“I like both. Dae-woo-ssi has this mature, stable charm that comes with age, and…”
“And?”
Oh Yoo-ri’s eyes sparkled. “What about our Su-heon-ssi?”
Even the bold and cheeky Do Mei couldn’t help feeling flustered. Oh Yoo-ri’s gaze looked as though she had already figured something out. Do Mei, who had only meant to probe, now found herself on the defensive.
“Well, Su-heon-ssi is just… kind of like a kid. I don’t know him that well.”
“So you’re saying my husband has no charm?”
“Not really.”
“Your eyes say otherwise, though.”
Under Oh Yoo-ri’s continued questioning, Do Mei took a sip of coffee and looked away.
“Oh, right, unni.”
“Why are you changing the subject, Mei-ssi? Hohoho.”
“Who’s changing it?”
“Mei-ssi, you like Su-heon-ssi, don’t you?”
“I do not. Who would like a guy like that?”
“Ah, how disappointing. My husband really has no charm at all?”
Oh Yoo-ri sipped her coffee again. Do Mei’s eyes met those of several men staring from outside the window. The men startled and hurried on their way. Do Mei followed their gazes to the spot they had been staring at: Oh Yoo-ri’s long, smooth legs stretched out beneath the table, her tight skirt hugging her hips.
‘Ugh.’
Do Mei straightened her posture and tugged her own skirt higher, then crossed her legs the same way Oh Yoo-ri had. Oh Yoo-ri continued sipping her coffee as if nothing were amiss. ‘God, this is annoying. Getting shown up by a married woman.’
Yet Oh Yoo-ri possessed a seductive smile and voluptuous figure that Do Mei herself lacked.