Secret Temptation
“Hahh, Su-heon… ahh, hngh.”
“My wife seems awfully eager today, huh?”
“Ahh, hngh… I wanted it… aang, Su-heon’s cock… haang, so hard… aang, honey.”
[Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust]
Kim Su-heon drove his cock into his wife’s pussy with slow, powerful strokes. Oh Yoo-ri’s ass rippled violently as she took every inch, sharp moans spilling from her lips.
“Honey… aang, so good… ahh, hngh.”
“Your pussy’s squeezing me so tight… hah, hah.”
Su-heon gripped her pale, bouncing ass and picked up the pace, pounding into her. His cock, still slick from Ko Yoo-mi’s juices, plunged deep into his wife’s heat. The wet slap of flesh echoed through the bathroom.
[Smack, smack]
Yoo-ri’s moans grew louder as she rocked her hips back to meet him. “Ahh, hngh, honey… aang, ahh, hngh, ahh!”
Su-heon grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. In the mirror above the sink, he saw his wife’s flushed, lust-drunk face—mouth open, eyes glassy, the perfect picture of a wanton married woman. Behind her, he was fucking her hard, claiming what another man had already taken.
The sight made him even harder. He slammed into her faster, deeper.
“Ahh, aang, haang, Su-heon, Su-heon… ah, ah, aaah!”
Yoo-ri’s pussy suddenly clamped down like a vice. Her thighs trembled and her ass seized up as a hot rush of her juices spilled down his balls. Su-heon held still, watching his wife convulse through her orgasm, her body twitching and shuddering before finally going limp.
He pulled her upright and wrapped his arms around her, gently kneading her breasts while licking her neck.
“Hah, hah, hah, hah…”
Yoo-ri panted in his embrace. “Hah, hah… honey… today was… hah, hah… incredible…”
“Really? You were the incredible one. Such a lewd wife, heh.”
“Hah, hah… it felt so good… hah, hah… I thought I was going to break…”
“Stick out your tongue.”
Yoo-ri turned her head and offered her tongue. Their mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss. She sucked on his tongue desperately, arms wrapped around his neck. When they finally parted, a thick strand of saliva stretched between them.
Su-heon grabbed her hair again and sucked hard on her white neck, leaving a vivid mark.
“Hah, hah… Su-heon, don’t… hah, hah… what if someone sees…?”
“Who?”
“Hah, hah… Yoo-mi unni is here too… hah, hah, haing, stop…”
“So what if Yoo-mi sees? We’re a couple.”
“Hah, hah… still… we live together…”
“Hmm. Maybe I should show it to your boss too. Let him see his married woman getting fucked like this.”
Yoo-ri tensed at the mention of her boss, yet a fresh gush of arousal leaked from her pussy.
“Still… aang, haang, Su-heon… you’re getting bigger…”
“Just imagining him fucking you does that to me.”
“Aing, you pervert… stop it already.”
“We’re not done yet, heh. Brace yourself, wife.”
“Haa, haa… my husband’s stamina is… ah, ahh…”
Before she could finish, Su-heon drove back into her. Her breasts spilled out of her clothes, bouncing wildly with every thrust.
“Hngh, hngh, aang, ahh, aang, Su-heon… haang, I’m going to die… aang, haang…”
In the mirror, they looked like a pair of animals in heat—him gripping her hair, sucking her neck, pounding her from behind while she moaned like a bitch in rut. The bathroom filled with the wet sounds of their mating.
Meanwhile, in the other bathroom down the hall, another woman was lost in her own desperate pleasure.
“Aang, hngh, Su-heon… Su-heon… ahh, haang, what do I do… hngh, aang…”
Ko Yoo-mi’s body burned with unrelenting heat. She frantically rubbed her swollen pussy and squeezed her breasts, moaning as she imagined Su-heon’s cock inside her again. The entire house throbbed with the sticky, feverish energy of three people who couldn’t get enough.
Night deepened.
The next morning, Oh Yoo-ri lay sprawled on the bed like a corpse, still exhausted from the previous night’s intense sex. Their daughter Hana slept peacefully beside her, looking like a little angel. Su-heon kissed both their cheeks before quietly leaving the room.
His body felt parched. He went to the kitchen and drank cold water straight from the tap.
“Su-heon.”
He turned at the soft voice and saw Ko Yoo-mi standing there, beautiful even in the morning light.
“Ah, Yoo-mi.”
Yoo-mi chuckled at the sight of him naked. Su-heon’s mind cleared instantly. He had been about to rush back to the bedroom when he stopped, turned, and suddenly scooped her up into his arms.
“What does it matter? We’ve already been living like this, haven’t we? Heh.”
“Hey, go put some clothes on! What if someone sees?” Yoo-mi whispered, pushing at his shoulders while still in his arms.
“When did you wake up?”
Yoo-mi silently pointed at the clock. 12:00.
“You must have worn yourself out yesterday, huh? Hohoho.”
Her smile looked strangely sad.
“Jealous?”
“Tch, jealous of what? That story’s already over, isn’t it?”
“Is it?”
“I’ll just stay by your side, Su-heon. Don’t worry about me. But…”
“But?”
Yoo-mi slid down from his arms and grabbed his cock.
“Remember that I still have my share too, okay?”
“Hmm. How about I give you your share right now?”
“Oh my, Su-heon, you…”
His cock was already twitching in her hand. Yoo-mi’s eyes sparkled with surprise and delight.
“Su-heon, you’re really something else… heh, you’re crazy. Seriously.”
“Just smelling you got me hard again, heh.”
“This is why I fell for you, hohoho.”
Yoo-mi slowly knelt, examining his cock from every angle. Her tongue flicked out and teased the head. Then her red lips parted and slowly swallowed him. She bobbed her head, tongue swirling beneath the glans. Su-heon’s head tilted back in pleasure.
Every cell in his body felt alive. After a moment, Yoo-mi kissed his glistening tip and stood up. Su-heon looked disappointed. She glared at him.
“You’re really out of your mind. Go put some clothes on. Right now.”
“You called me ‘this guy’ just now… it sounded kind of fresh.”
Su-heon pulled her waist in and kissed her again. Yoo-mi struggled for a second before melting into the kiss, her tongue meeting his while her arms wrapped around his neck.
His hand slipped under her skirt, squeezing her thigh. She smacked his hand and pulled away.
“I’m really going to get mad. Enough. Go get dressed. Hurry.”
“Yes, yes.”
Even as he tried to steal another kiss, Yoo-mi dodged and slipped back into the kitchen. Su-heon watched her go with lingering regret before heading to the bedroom.
His wife was still fast asleep.
‘What the hell am I doing right now…? Am I insane?’
He stood there staring at her for a long moment.
“Hana, say goodbye.”
“I’ll be back~!”
“Aigoo, our Hana speaks so well. Hohoho.”
Su-heon smiled warmly as he watched his daughter take the teacher’s hand and turn away.
“Cute, right?”
“Of course. Whose daughter do you think she is?”
Oh Yoo-ri, sitting in the passenger seat, answered with a grin. Su-heon shrugged his shoulders.
“Oh my, so you’re saying she’s pretty because she takes after you? Hohoho. What do you think, unni?”
“Huh? I think she looks more like you, Yoo-ri. If she took after Su-heon, we’d be in trouble. Hohoho.”
Ko Yoo-mi sided with Yoo-ri from the back seat.
“See? Hohoho. She takes after me, I told you. Hohohoho.”
“Alright, alright. She takes after you. Heh.”
It was a bright morning. For once, all three of them were heading to work together. The two women chatted nonstop, laughing brightly. Every time they moved in their office outfits, flashes of pale thigh caught Su-heon’s eye. In the rearview mirror, Yoo-mi looked radiant and seductive.
“Hana, if you don’t wash up quickly you’ll be late.”
“Nooo, nooo, ing~”
“Come here right now. Hurry.”
The usual chaotic morning scene played out. While Yoo-ri wrestled with Hana in the bathroom, Su-heon had Yoo-mi bent over the kitchen table, fucking her hard from behind. Yoo-mi desperately covered her own mouth to muffle her moans.
“Su-heon… ahh, Su-heon, stop… aang, hngh, don’t…”
“Ah, Yoo-mi… your pussy feels like it’s melting…”
They whispered to each other, stealing a secret tryst right on the family dining table.