Mijeong Squirts on Junho's Fingers
I sat Mijeong upright and perched on the edge of the bed.
Her back pressed flush against my chest.
Junho lifted both of her legs. I hooked my arms beneath the crooks of her knees. It was a posture that made her look nestled in my arms, her back entrusted entirely to me—and yet it was also a posture that laid bare her most secret places for Junho, both legs held high and open.
Mijeong's body slipped down a fraction, and her pussy and asshole were left completely exposed before him.
"Ah… it's a little sticky mixed with the cum, but… take a good look."
Junho drove his index and middle fingers into Mijeong's pussy. With his other hand he pressed down on her lower belly.
"Haaah."
Mijeong cried out the moment his fingers invaded her. Junho began working them hard and fast. Right in front of my eyes I could see the muscles of his forearm bunch and strain—the flesh splitting faintly along the lines of muscle, swelling with effort. You could tell just by looking how much force he was putting into it.
Wet sounds rose from inside Mijeong's pussy, already soaked with her juices.
Splorch.
Splorch.
Splorch.
Thick, squelching wetness burst out in a relentless rhythm. The fluids overflowing from deep inside her leaked out between his fingers and made the sounds even richer, even filthier. Under that fierce stimulation Mijeong thrashed helplessly in my arms.
"Haaaaaaaa… aaaaaaaa… aaaaaaah—!"
A sharp, drawn-out moan tore from her throat. When I looked down, her face had completely come apart. Head thrown back, still pouring out those broken sounds, she briefly met my eyes—and in that instant she bucked and struggled violently.
"Aaaahhh… ahhh ahhh… ahhh—!"
I locked my arms tight so she couldn't move. Not knowing what else to do, Mijeong covered her face with both hands.
"Euhhhhhhh…"
Her body shuddered again. A murky white flood gushed and pulsed over Junho's hand in heavy waves. Still he didn't stop. Every stroke of his fingers opened and closed a small space inside her pussy, and from that space came the wet, filthy sounds.
Splorch.
Splorch.
Splorch.
Junho finally pulled his hand free. Even the friction of his fingers leaving her made Mijeong's body jerk hard. He gave his hand a casual shake and the liquid coating it spattered across the floor.
Then his palm settled over her clit. He rubbed lightly left and right.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
The slick coating her clit and the folds around it made soft, wet friction sounds. Fresh stimulation wrenched another moan from Mijeong; her whole body twisted. Junho toyed with her a moment longer, then stopped—and brought his palm down in a sharp smack against her clit.
"Haak—!"
Mijeong let out a short, startled cry at the sudden blow. With the same hand still dripping with what she had gushed, Junho grabbed her breast. He kneaded it several times, then smeared the wetness all over her chest in lazy strokes.
"Mister. Missus. We had ourselves a good time."
"…"
Mijeong couldn't manage a word; the aftershocks of pleasure still held her. Junho wandered back toward the sofa and casually pulled on his pants. The moment I released her, Mijeong collapsed onto the bed as if her strings had been cut, gasping for air.
"I'll come out with you. I could use a smoke too."
"Sure thing, mister."
Junho strode out without hesitation. I scrambled into my clothes and followed.
Only once we reached the parking lot did Junho finally pull off his motorcycle helmet. His face underneath was sheened with sweat.
"Wow… I thought I was going to die of heatstroke in there, hyung-nim."
"You worked hard."
I took a cigarette from my pocket, lit it, and wordlessly held one out to him. Junho gave me a small nod and took it.
Click.
The flint struck. He touched the tip of the cigarette to the flame rising from the lighter.
Hiss.
Junho drew a deep lungful; the end glowed cherry-red. He held it, then let the smoke stream out. For a while neither of us spoke. Junho was the one who broke the silence.
"Are you really okay with this? No regrets?"
I needed a moment to think. In that brief quiet Junho grew visibly restless.
"Honestly…"
I started slowly. As the lust that had ruled my head drained away, confusion rushed in to take its place. I had expected Mijeong would eventually submit even to my insane behavior. But what she had done at the end still shocked me. A woman who had known only me had spread her legs for another man and cried out in raw, open moans—a sight I had never once witnessed in all our years of marriage. She had trembled with pleasure so total it deserved to be called pickled in it.
I took a long drag and looked at the cigarette caught between my index and middle fingers.
"Cigarettes are strange things. They're bitter—but once you know the taste, you can't quit."
"That's right, hyung-nim."
"Netorare feels similar. It's bitter. But I've already learned the taste."
The image of Mijeong wailing in ecstasy rose behind my eyes. I remembered how hard the blood had surged then, enough to make my cock ache. It had been nothing like the fantasies or the role-play we had tried together. A deeper pleasure had already lit up my brain once. I became aware of Junho watching me.
"Bitter—but fucking delicious."
I exhaled a long stream of smoke and smiled.
"That's a relief, at least."
"A relief?"
"There are people who end up regretting it, you know."
"If it's regret, I suppose it is. The regret of realizing the taste you knew before wasn't the best after all."
Junho looked at me and grinned.
"But hyungsoo-nim… she's got potential."
As my mood eased, the tension seemed to leave him too.
"Watching her earlier when she was with you, hyung-nim—she seems naturally sensitive."
"Well, she does tend to finish faster than most women."
Junho hesitated a beat.
"Honestly, I held back a lot because you've taken such good care of me."
"…"
"With a face and body like hers, she's not bad at all."
He slapped his own mouth a few times with the hand that wasn't holding the cigarette.
"Old habits."
He said it like a self-reproach.
"Anyway—I really held back a lot of things I wanted to do."
"Sorry about that, little brother."
"Hyung-nim. You saw her face earlier… ahh, I was surprised too."
"Earlier?"
"She must have been so worked up that no matter how much she came, it just kept coming. Haha."
Junho burst out laughing. I watched him and let out a short chuckle of my own.
"I was surprised too."
"Because I came a lot?"
"No. The way you acted in that room. You weren't the Junho I knew."
He scratched the back of his head.
"Embarrassing. That was me from my reckless days."
"You seemed like a completely different person."
"That's probably why my wife asked for a divorce."
Junho brought the cigarette to his lips. His cheeks hollowed; the tip flared bright.
Hoo.
Smoke poured from his mouth and nose.
"By the way—what was that thing you did at the end?"
"Ah… pretty wild, right?"
"Yeah."
"Embarrassing history, but a bitch I used to mess around with taught me that."
He ducked his head, looking sheepish. Then his eyes dropped to the watch on his wrist.
"Hyung-nim. Isn't it almost time for Doyun's pickup? You're going to be cutting it close."
I checked the time in a hurry.
"Ah… already…"
"I'll head out first. I'll be in touch later."
Junho flicked the cigarette away with his fingers, killing the coal. He said his goodbye and walked off toward his bike with the helmet in one hand. I put out my own cigarette and headed back inside.
The room still held the heat of what had happened. The mingled scents of Mijeong's juices and both our cum hung in the air. She was asleep exactly as I had left her.
"Wake up. We'll be cutting it close if we want to make Doyun's pickup."
At the sound of Doyun's name her eyes flew open.
"Did he leave?"
Her voice was rough and broken.
"Yeah."
Mijeong pushed herself up from the bed. Her legs still trembled; she swayed on her feet. She gathered the clothes scattered across the floor and pulled them on.
"Let's go."
I picked up her sunglasses from where they had fallen and held them out.
"Ah…"
The same woman who normally kept meticulous track of every belonging was completely out of it. Fortunately we still made it in time for the pickup. The entire drive home she stared out the window and said nothing. She wore the look of someone turning a great many things over in her mind, so I left her alone.
For the first time she had let another man touch her breasts and push inside her pussy. Of course her head would be full of it.
While I went to collect our daughter she must have showered; when I came back through the door with the child, her hair was still wet. She greeted Doyun with bright, ordinary warmth. This was not the Mijeong who had been swept under by the three of us and our hunger—this was her everyday self. As if everything that had happened earlier had been nothing more than a dream, she had returned to normal.