Secret Temptation
James glanced back and forth between the two people who remained pressed tightly together even as he approached. “Well then, come on in quickly. We’re just getting started. Let’s drink until we’re wasted tonight, haha!” he said boldly before turning away. Yoo-mi let out a sigh of relief as she watched him go.
“Yoo-mi.”
“Yes?”
“Move slowly. Very slowly.”
Su-heon’s cock slid gradually out of Yoo-mi’s body. She quickly dropped the hem of her dress and stepped away from him. His cock swayed in the open air, glistening with her saliva and juices. Su-heon struggled to stuff it back into his pants while Yoo-mi watched and let out a soft chuckle.
“Pfft.”
“Don’t laugh. This is all because of you, Yoo-mi.”
Yoo-mi clung to Su-heon as he grumbled and pulled up his zipper. “You’re cute, Su-heon.”
“How old do you think I am, calling me cute? Heh.”
“I want you, Su-heon. All of you.”
“Again?”
Yoo-mi shook her head. “No. I want you. As my man. Forever.”
Su-heon fell silent. Yoo-mi’s tongue pushed back into his mouth, and their tongues tangled once more in a fierce kiss. From the shadows in the far corner of the terrace, James’s eyes gleamed as he stared at them—eyes filled with raw lust. He slowly stepped through the open door and walked away alone.
James, Su-heon, and Yoo-mi had all grown quite drunk from passing drinks back and forth. When James got tipsy, he started mixing English and Korean freely, and Su-heon kept nodding along. Just then, a Black man approached and held out his hand to Yoo-mi. Smiling, she took it and followed him toward the band. The two men watched her retreating figure intently.
Yoo-mi held the man’s hand and began to move slowly to the music. “Su-heon, Yoo-mi’s a good woman, isn’t she?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Are you going to marry her?”
Su-heon stayed quiet.
“Why can’t you answer?”
“Why should I answer you?”
Su-heon set his glass on the bar and turned away. James remained seated, still watching Yoo-mi with a smile.
“I proposed to Yoo-mi once.”
Su-heon said nothing.
“She turned me down. Said there was already a man she loved.”
Su-heon spun his chair around with a somewhat triumphant air and faced Yoo-mi. The slow-tempo music ended, replaced by something upbeat. The Black man and Yoo-mi clasped hands and danced energetically to the rhythm. Seeing her joyful expression, a smile spread across Su-heon’s face as well.
“But seeing that you brought Su-heon here today… I suppose that man she loves must be you?”
“You saw everything that day, didn’t you? On the internet.”
“I did. All of it. You two were quite passionate.”
Su-heon felt a jolt of embarrassment at the realization that James had witnessed his and Yoo-mi’s sex. He tried to stay composed.
“You don’t seem surprised? After I showed you something so private.”
“I showed it to you on purpose. As proof that this woman is mine.”
James’s smiling face hardened. Su-heon grew even more triumphant.
“So even after seeing that, you still proposed to our Yoo-mi?”
James remained silent.
“You just wanted to fuck her once, didn’t you?”
Su-heon couldn’t control the words spilling from his mouth—they came out far more aggressively than he intended. James’s expression, which had briefly stiffened, softened back into a smile. He glanced at Su-heon, then deliberately looked down at his lower body.
“If I’d had sex with Yoo-mi, she probably wouldn’t have come here with you today.”
Su-heon said nothing. James turned away and sipped his whiskey. Su-heon knew he shouldn’t rise to the provocation, yet he felt himself being drawn in.
“That confident, huh?”
“Of course. There’s still a lot about the world that Yoo-mi doesn’t know.”
At some point, the polite speech between the two men had vanished.
“What happens if you lose?”
“That won’t happen.”
Despite telling himself this was a bad idea, Su-heon felt his pride flare up.
“Fine. Then let’s find out.”
Su-heon drained his glass and stared at James. James met his gaze with a smile.
“Don’t regret it later.”
Tension crackled between the two men. Whether Yoo-mi sensed it or not, she danced happily with the Black man. Yoo-ri glanced at the clock. It was past midnight, and her husband Su-heon and Yoo-mi still hadn’t returned. She fiddled with her phone before turning her eyes back to the TV, a lingering unease in her chest. Images kept flashing through her mind—Su-heon thrusting powerfully over Yoo-mi as she moaned beneath him.
Yoo-ri shook her head hard and carried her daughter to bed. “Phew.” She lay down beside the child and took a deep breath. “What the hell? Not even a single call. Tch.”
Ever since Yoo-mi had moved in, Yoo-ri and Su-heon had been sleeping with their daughter. It had been nearly a week without sex with her husband, and tonight Yoo-ri’s body felt especially hot.
“Ah, Su-heon, hurry up and come home… haang, aang, ahng.”
Before she knew it, her hands were kneading her own breasts while her thighs rubbed together. The ripe body of a married woman writhed with a pitiful sigh. Her panties grew soaked with her arousal. Just as her hand reached her wet underwear, the phone rang.
[Ring ring ring ring ring ring]
Yoo-ri hurriedly got up and left the room.
“Huh? You’re still awake?”
“Yeah. It’s late, isn’t it?”
Su-heon looked at Yoo-ri, whose face was flushed and forehead dotted with sweat. “Are you feeling sick?”
“No, no, I’m fine. Haha.” Yoo-ri covered her reddened cheeks and smiled bashfully.
“Unni, was it fun?”
“Ah, yeah, it was okay.”
“Come on, if you borrowed someone else’s husband, you should at least have a good time. Hehe.”
Yoo-mi, who had followed behind Su-heon, blushed at Yoo-ri’s words. Her tight red dress clung to her voluptuous, sensual figure. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol. Yoo-ri swallowed dryly as her eyes roamed up and down Yoo-mi’s explosive body, an anxious, predatory glint in her gaze.
A few hours earlier, Yoo-mi had taken Yoo-ri’s husband’s cock deep inside her pussy. And just moments ago, in the elevator, Yoo-mi had been thoroughly groped while sucking on Su-heon’s tongue. Guilt washed over her, yet she didn’t avoid Yoo-ri’s eyes. A sense of conquest outweighed the guilt. The two women smiled at each other. Su-heon, drinking cold water in the kitchen, felt a chill run down his spine at the tension between them.
“Well then, get some rest, Unni.”
“Yeah. Thanks for today, Su-heon. Get some rest.”
Both women turned to look at him at the same time.
“Ah, yes. Rest well, Yoo-mi.”
Su-heon quickly set down his glass and hurried into the bedroom. Yoo-ri gave Yoo-mi a small smile before following him. Once the door closed, Yoo-mi finally let out a long sigh. Feeling her soaked panties, she rushed into her own room.
“Su-heon, did you have fun today?”
“It was fine. Lots of foreigners, pretty crowded and chaotic.”
“Really? Truly?”
“Yeah.”
“Still, I’m curious. A party full of foreigners…”
Yoo-ri tilted her head as if deep in thought. Su-heon left her behind and headed for the bathroom.
“What’s with you today? You’re acting strange. Like you did something wrong. Haha.”
“Why? You haven’t washed up either?”
Su-heon turned in surprise as Yoo-ri followed him in. She clung to him, her tongue invading his mouth and stirring roughly inside. Su-heon tensed, offering his tongue that had only moments ago been sucking on Yoo-mi’s. Yoo-ri’s tongue trailed slowly down his neck.
“Yoo-ri, honey, I haven’t washed yet.”
“It’s fine.”
Yoo-ri knelt and stared at her husband’s cock twitching in front of her face.
“Still, Yoo-ri, it’s dirty.”
Su-heon felt a surge of panic, worried she might notice traces of Yoo-mi’s pussy on him. Yoo-ri looked up at him steadily.
“Something’s off with you today.”
“No, it’s just… suddenly, why are you…?”
Yoo-ri smiled brightly at his flustered expression. “I just wanted to taste you, Su-heon.”
Her eyes sparkling, she took his cock into her mouth and began sucking hard. Su-heon’s cock, already hypersensitive from the night’s buildup, sent sharp waves of pleasure up his spine. At the same time, anxiety crept in. Yoo-ri was eagerly sucking a cock still coated in Yoo-mi’s juices. Whether she knew it or not, she focused intently on her husband’s shaft. The anxiety slowly faded. Su-heon looked down at his wife’s face as she sucked diligently, feeling her tongue, while the image of Yoo-mi’s face overlapped on top of it. Just hours earlier, Yoo-mi had sucked the same cock with the exact same expression—a hungry, bitch-like look.
Two lascivious married women, sucking his hot, hard cock and breathing roughly. Su-heon felt his climax rushing in and pulled his hips back. Panting, Yoo-ri looked up at him. He pulled her to her feet and turned her around. Her panties were roughly torn away by his impatient hands. He drove his cock between her plump ass cheeks and into her pussy. She was so wet that he slid in effortlessly with no resistance.