Public Sex Before Junho
At my suggestion, Mijeong’s expression hardened.
“How could you say that?”
I looked over at Junho.
“We just have to show him, right?”
“You get it, mister.”
The moment he heard me, Junho strode straight into the party room. He flung himself onto the sofa as if throwing his body down. The cushions creaked under his weight.
“Stand in front of me and show me doggy style.”
I took Mijeong by the wrist and pulled her to stand before him. She still hesitated, uncertainty written all over her face.
“You’re married—you’ve fucked plenty of times, haven’t you? Let’s see how good you are.”
Junho needled her with the words. Mijeong looked lost, not knowing what to do with herself.
“I’ll just sit here and jerk off while I watch live. Pretend I’m not even here and get to it.”
Without either of us quite realizing it, Junho had already switched to speaking casually to us. He unbuckled his pants as if it were nothing, then lifted his hips just enough to shove both pants and underwear down to his ankles. Bare from the waist down, he settled into a comfortable sprawl on the sofa. His massive cock came into full view.
The sight of another man’s cock made Mijeong turn her head away. Junho looked between the two of us, took hold of his soft length, and began slowly stroking it up and down.
“What are you waiting for? Hurry up.”
His raised voice made Mijeong flinch again. The thought that I was finally taking the first step into the cuckoldry I had dreamed of sent a rush of excitement through me. I untied the belt of my robe and let it fall to the floor. At the sound of the fabric hitting the ground, Mijeong—still standing in front of me—turned her head and looked back and forth between me and the discarded robe. For a fleeting second her gaze seemed to linger on my cock before sliding over to Junho’s.
A sudden surge of heat made me wrap an arm around her waist and loosen the tightly knotted belt of her own robe. As the ties came free the front fell open. I set my hands on her shoulders and pulled the robe down with both hands. It dropped with a soft thud. Completely naked, not a single thread left on her, Mijeong stood bare before another man. She hurriedly covered her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other.
The instant her naked body appeared right in front of him, Junho’s hand moved faster. His cock began to rise. I tried to push myself into Mijeong’s pussy, but the tension of knowing Junho was watching made me go soft. Frustrated that my body wouldn’t obey, I pressed one hand firmly against her back, forcing her to bend lower, and with the other I gripped my limp cock and tried to line it up with her entrance. We had already had sex once; her pussy was slick and wet, yet my soft cock simply slid off without going in.
“Lady. Your husband’s cock isn’t getting hard. Suck it a little and get him up.”
Mijeong still stood half-crouched, one arm across her chest and the other hand shielding her pussy. I took both her shoulders, turned her to face me, and pressed down steadily. She let out a sigh and finally sank to her knees. Looking at the wilted cock right in front of her face, she opened her mouth.
“That’s it.”
Junho reacted to her movement. I watched her face as she noisily sucked my cock. At his words her cheeks and ears flushed bright red with embarrassment. The wet, slurping sounds of Mijeong sucking filled the party room. She seemed to have decided to accept the situation; her movements grew more active. Every time she bobbed her head her breasts swayed. The friction on my cock and the visual pleasure combined. Knowing Junho was watching it all made me harden again. As I grew larger, the range of Mijeong’s head movements increased. The wet sounds continued—slurp, slurp.
“Lady. Once he’s hard enough, put it in. How long are you going to keep sucking?”
Mijeong flinched at Junho’s scolding and stopped moving her head. My cock, pulled free of her mouth, glistened thickly with her saliva.
“How long are you going to make me wait, huh?!”
When Junho raised his voice again, Mijeong staggered to her feet. I turned her body once more so she faced him. Bending my knees slightly, I gripped my cock and searched for her entrance. The difference in our heights made the angle awkward; I couldn’t get inside. I pressed my hand against her back again. Her upper body dipped lower and her ass pushed back. In that instant the tip of my cock found the mouth of her pussy. I thrust in.
“Haaah…”
The moment my cock invaded her, Mijeong let out a moan. Startled by the sound of her own voice, she brought the hand that had been covering her breasts up to her mouth, trying to muffle any further sounds. With her other hand she still tried to cup her chest so Junho couldn’t see. But every time I gripped her waist and moved my hips, her whole body shook. Each time my pubic bone slapped against her ass she lurched forward.
Thwack.
Mijeong strained with all her might to hold her ground. I released the pull that had been dragging her hips toward me.
Thwack.
One of her legs stepped forward.
Thwack.
Her body swayed and the other foot advanced as well.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Beyond Mijeong, about two meters away, Junho sat on the sofa stroking his cock. Every time my pubic bone struck her ass, she was driven a little closer to him.
Thwack.
One step.
Thwack.
Thwack.
One step.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
One step.
Before long Mijeong had been pushed right up to the sofa. She stretched an arm toward the armrest as if trying to stop herself from being driven any farther. Leaning on the armrest forced her upper body lower. But the distance between her and Junho was already far too close. The sound of her own moans seemed to shame her more than the exposure of her breasts; she kept her head down and her mouth covered.
The moment she bent forward, the breasts that had left her hand swung heavily, spilling forward with weight. Soft flesh rolled like waves.
Thwack.
I slammed my pubic bone hard against her ass again. Right under Junho’s nose her tits bounced. The rougher my thrusts became, the more her legs trembled. Even the arm she was using to brace herself and keep from getting any closer to him was visibly shaking.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Mijeong’s pussy was soaked with juices, slick and slippery. The wet heat of her cunt wrapped around my cock so tightly the stimulation was intense. I felt as if I could come at any second, but I clenched my teeth and held back. To buy a moment of respite I buried myself deep inside her and stopped moving. My pubic bone pressed hard against her ass. Her arm buckled and her lowered head came to rest against Junho’s chest.
Desperate to put space between herself and him, Mijeong finally took her hand away from her mouth. But with nowhere else to brace herself, that hand went to the sofa where he sat—one hand on the armrest, the other on the backrest beside his thigh. Her balance already gone, her tilted upper body drifted toward his crotch.
“Uhhhnnn…”
Thwack.
“Aaaahng…”
Thwack.
Every time I rolled my hips a moan burst from her lips.
“Honey… hhh… just a second…”
I kept thrusting as if I hadn’t heard her call at all.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
I drove my pubic bone against her ass as hard as I could, then pulled back, over and over. Unable to support herself any longer, Mijeong took her hand off the armrest. Because Junho sat with his legs spread wide while he stroked himself, there was no free space left on the sofa to brace against. She planted both hands on his knees.
“Look at this lady.”
The moment she put her hands on his knees, Junho sat up from where he had been leaning back and brought himself even closer to her. His hand never stopped slowly rubbing his cock up and down.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Every time her ass met my pubic bone her upper body tipped farther forward. Her face drew closer and closer to his cock. She put all her strength into both arms, trying somehow not to get any nearer to him, but her arms couldn’t withstand the force of my thrusts and kept bending.
“Haaah… haaah…”
With every hard collision of bone and flesh, the breasts hanging beneath her lowered torso swung heavily in rhythm. Junho’s head tilted slightly downward. The dark-tinted motorcycle helmet made it impossible to see exactly where his eyes were fixed, yet I could feel his gaze locked on Mijeong’s chest. Bent over, supporting her upper body on both arms, the space between her arms and her sides framed her swaying breasts perfectly. The heavy, drooping volume couldn’t fight gravity; they spilled forward with every impact, bouncing out and then rolling back in a clear, hypnotic motion. Watching that from inches away had to be pure stimulation for Junho as well.
Suddenly he leaned forward and reached out with one hand. His fingers roughly seized one of Mijeong’s breasts. The soft flesh changed shape inside his grip and jiggled.
“Whoa… damn… that’s fucking hot.”
Junho’s voice came out low and rough, cracked with lust. Watching it all, excitement surged through me until it felt like it would burst from the top of my head.