Secret Seduction
At an empty table, Oh Yoo-ri lifts the beer bottle and gulps it down, quenching her thirst. How much time has passed? That thrilling, exhilarating moment feels like a dream. Once again, the pounding bass reverberates through the hall. Oh Yoo-ri brings her own clothes to her nose and inhales deeply. The scent of the man clings to her jacket. She savors the fragrance of that well-mannered young man.
A short while later, Hyun-soo returns to the table.
“Where did you go?”
“The restroom.”
“What about Mei?”
“She left earlier.”
“Alone?”
“Yeah. She probably arranged to meet him outside. Haha, that’s how these things go, right? Haha.”
“...........”
Oh Yoo-ri’s face flushes. If Hyun-soo hadn’t been there, she probably would have followed wherever that man led her. She would have surrendered her ripe, voluptuous body to him completely and spent the night being sucked and pounded. That young man’s cock would surely have driven her to the peak of ecstasy all night long.
Oh Yoo-ri wipes away the love juices trickling down her thighs from her soaked panties.
“Shall we head out too?”
“Sure.”
The inside of Hyun-soo’s car is as quiet as a temple. Her ears, now accustomed to the deafening music, have grown painfully sensitive to even the smallest sounds.
“Did you have fun tonight, Yoo-ri?”
“Yes, I really did.”
Hyun-soo gazes at her smiling face with satisfaction.
“I didn’t expect that. I never imagined you had that side to you.”
“...........”
Oh Yoo-ri blushes again.
“You were dancing with that guy the whole time, weren’t you?”
Oh Yoo-ri turns her head and inhales the scent of the man who had just been groping her entire body and sucking on her tongue.
“Yes. He was a good dancer.”
“Really? Was dancing all he was good at?”
Hyun-soo asks while keeping his eyes on the road. Oh Yoo-ri looks at him.
“Pardon?”
“I mean, there’s usually some skinship involved, right?”
“Did you see?”
“From a distance. It was too far to see clearly.”
“...........”
Oh Yoo-ri’s face burns as if on fire. Even from afar, her boss had witnessed her being thrust against and fondled by that young man.
“You looked like you were enjoying it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just… the way you were dancing in his arms. You looked happy somehow.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I was jealous, actually. Haha. If I weren’t such a terrible dancer, I would’ve been the one holding you like that.”
“Jealous?”
“Of course. I kept thinking how nice it would be to dance that closely with you.”
Oh Yoo-ri turns her head back to the front. A faint smile forms on her lips.
“Anyway, you were incredibly sexy tonight. The way you danced.”
“Stop teasing me. An old lady like me must have looked ridiculous.”
“No, not at all. You were genuinely sexy.”
“Thank you. Even if it’s just flattery.”
“I should learn to dance too. That way, next time we can have a really close dance. Haha.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it. Hohoho.”
Hyun-soo’s car arrives at the apartment entrance.
“You can drop me off here.”
“Why? Come on, I’ll take you to the parking garage.”
Ignoring her words, Hyun-soo drives straight into the underground parking lot.
“Why? Are you worried someone might see?”
“No, it’s not that.”
The car slowly comes to a stop inside the garage.
“I’m sorry about tonight. For misunderstanding.”
“It’s fine. Thanks to that, I got to have drinks with you and watch you dance. Haha.”
“Oh, stop bringing that up already. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“Alright. Get home safe.”
“Good night.”
Oh Yoo-ri bows her head slightly and steps out of the car. The cool night breeze slips beneath her skirt, making her wet panties feel even colder. Whether from the tension easing or the alcohol rising, her steps feel unsteady.
“Yoo-ri.”
She turns to see Hyun-soo holding her bag.
“Oh my, I almost forgot. Hohoho.”
As she approaches to take the bag, Hyun-soo naturally wraps an arm around her waist and kisses her. His tongue suddenly invades her mouth. The more she tries to pull away, the tighter his arm holds her. Her initial resistance gradually fades. Her body, already heated from being sucked and fondled by another man, grows hot again at the touch of Hyun-soo’s tongue. The hands that had been pushing against his chest slide up to wrap around his neck.
When her fleeing tongue begins to entwine with his, Hyun-soo boldly sucks on it in return. Their lips, locked together as one, slowly part. Her thigh, which had somehow climbed up to his waist and been groped, slowly lowers.
“See you tomorrow, Yoo-ri.”
“Haa… haa… Yes, sir.”
Oh Yoo-ri quickly turns and hurries toward the elevator. Hyun-soo watches her retreating figure for a long time.
‘Yoo-ri… someday…’
Kim Su-heon, who had been about to get out after parking, watches the scene with a strange expression. A black Benz blocks his path. His wife, Oh Yoo-ri, steps out of it, followed by the man who appears to be her boss. The man kisses her. Her thigh climbs up to his waist, being groped as their tongues intertwine. The sight of his wife in such a provocative state—moaning while Dae-woo sucked on her breasts, now having her thigh fondled and tongue sucked by her boss—fills Su-heon with a mix of bewilderment and inexplicable excitement.
‘Was our Yoo-ri always this sexy?’
When Su-heon enters the living room, Oh Yoo-ri, who had been drinking water at the table, widens her eyes.
“Oh, honey. I just got home too. You came right after me?”
“Huh? You just got back as well?”
“Yeah, just now.”
“Really?”
Oh Yoo-ri studies Su-heon’s expression for a moment while sipping water, then slowly approaches him. Her slightly tense face relaxes into a smile upon seeing her husband’s oblivious look.
“Mei didn’t come back with you?”
“She left the club earlier.”
“I see.”
“Yeah. Once Mei left, there wasn’t much point in staying, so we came right back.”
“Makes sense. You look like you had fun tonight, our Yoo-ri.”
“Mm-hmm, so much fun. It’s been ages since I danced like that. Still got it, huh? Hehe.”
Perhaps because of her guilty conscience, Oh Yoo-ri is more animated than usual. She clings to her husband and kisses him on the lips. Then she turns around and grinds her hips against him just like she had at the club.
“I’m still so worked up. How about you?”
“About what?”
Su-heon grabs her hips as she rubs her ass against his crotch in every direction. Oh Yoo-ri leans back into his embrace and looks up at him.
“You know what I mean. Hohoho.”
“You were playing around like this with your boss? You naughty married woman.”
“Hohoho, of course not. This ass belongs to my husband, right? Isn’t that so, darling?”
Oh Yoo-ri grabs her husband’s tie and leads him toward the bedroom.
“Yoo-ri, let me wash up first. Hey, Yoo-ri.”
“No, just do it like this tonight. I’m all sweaty too. It’s fine once in a while, isn’t it?”
Su-heon is dragged along like a slave, while the lascivious queen Oh Yoo-ri sways her hips and pulls him along. The bedroom door slams shut.
In a short span of time, Oh Yoo-ri’s body has been groped and sucked by three different men. Her already hypersensitive married flesh, drenched in sweat and love juices, carries the thick scent of a female in heat. Her voluptuous body dances wildly atop her husband’s cock. The room fills with the scorching heat of a married woman, and her sticky, lascivious moans echo through the night without end.
For the past few days, the image of his wife Oh Yoo-ri has occupied Su-heon’s mind. The intense skinship with Dae-woo, the kiss with her boss Hyun-soo. In a situation that should have made him angry, his wife only seems more sexy and beautiful to him. Su-heon gently strokes the face of his wife, who now sleeps soundly in his arms, unaware of the world. His heart flutters at the sight of his lovely wife.
He leans down and presses his lips to hers. Her soft lips.
‘These lips were sucked by other men, weren’t they? Ah, Yoo-ri…’
While savoring his wife’s lips, Su-heon carefully slips his tongue between them. Her sweet, soft tongue. He can faintly taste the pine-needle scent of her toothpaste. His tongue moves slowly inside his sleeping wife’s mouth. His cock, held in her hand, gradually swells and hardens. He withdraws his tongue and looks down at her. Color returns to her face. Overlapping with it is the face of Yoo-mi.
Su-heon lays his head back on the pillow and closes his eyes.
“So, sis? He asked you to leave him?”
“No, not exactly like that.”
On a weekend evening, Oh Yoo-ri and Ko Yoo-mi sit in the living room chatting. Su-heon sips beer while focusing on the baseball game on TV.
“It’s basically the same thing.”
“Well…”
“Sis, is he handsome?”
“Huh? Um… I don’t really know.”
“Your face is all red, sis! Hohoho.”
“Oh, come on, it’s not like that.”
Oh Yoo-ri leans in close to Ko Yoo-mi’s blushing face, grinning brightly.
“He likes you, doesn’t he? Right?”
“...........”
“Do you like him too?”
“No. We just meet for work.”
“Hmm. A romantic, handsome white editor-in-chief. Sounds intriguing, doesn’t it? Right, honey?”