The Night Before the Technician's Visit
A few days earlier, my wife Mijeong had told me the bidet in the living-room bathroom wasn't working.
I kept putting it off, and when I finally poked around at it from every angle, it still refused to operate. In the end I called the AS center. Luckily, even though the hour was late, someone picked up.
"Sir, looking at the schedule now, the technician for your area should be able to visit around one o'clock tomorrow afternoon."
"Then please arrange that."
"I'll pass your contact number along to him. He'll call before he comes."
"All right."
I told my wife the AS technician would be coming the next day.
"That's good. You're on leave tomorrow too, honey."
"Is the kid asleep?"
I stood behind her while she washed dishes and slipped both hands under her T-shirt. When my palms brushed across Mijeong's belly she gave a little shiver. Past her stomach my hands closed over her breasts. I kneaded them—soft, full, almost more than both hands could hold. Under my caresses her nipples slowly stiffened. I trapped each one between index and middle finger so that every squeeze of her flesh pinched the nipple as well.
Clatter, clatter—the sound of dishes continued in the kitchen. I pressed the front of my pants, already tented by my half-hard cock, against her ass. She answered by pushing her hips back, seating herself more firmly against me. I released the nipples I'd been pinching, then rolled them gently between thumb and forefinger while I kept massaging her breasts.
"Mmm…"
A soft little nasal sound escaped her. I took my right hand away and stroked down her stomach, lower and lower. Even after childbirth Mijeong still kept something close to her pre-marriage figure. Past the soft flesh of her belly my hand dropped farther. The sweatpants she wore offered no resistance; inside them the panties covering her mound parted just as easily. Coarse hair brushed my fingertips. The moment I pushed lower—
"Mommy."
The child's call froze my hand. From the bedroom the little voice made my wife flinch.
"Do this for me."
"Mommy's doing the dishes. Daddy will go."
I gave the breast I still held one hard squeeze, then pulled both hands free. The soft heat of her flesh lingered on my palms. I licked my lips and withdrew the hand I'd slipped into my own pants.
"Daddy's coming."
After that it took a long while before the child finally fell asleep. Only after we played with toys together and I read him a storybook did he drift off. When I checked that he was out and stepped from his room, every light in the living room was already off; only the glow of the television remained.
"Asleep?"
"Yeah."
"You worked hard, honey."
Mijeong switched off the TV and the living room went black. In the sudden dark she groped her way toward the master bedroom. I followed close behind. The moment she opened the door and stepped inside I closed it after us, then caught the hem of her T-shirt and yanked it straight up. Her arms, still reaching forward as she felt her way, rose with the cloth and the shirt came free. I tossed it into a corner in my haste. Free hands went next to the waistband of her sweatpants; thumbs hooked inside the elastic, caught her panties as well, and dragged everything down. She stepped out of the pooled fabric one foot at a time, as if long accustomed to the routine.
I turned her around and gave her a rough shove. Her knees bent and she sat on the edge of the bed. I stripped off my own shirt and flung it somewhere into the dark, then seized the back of her neck, hauled her to me, and kissed her hard. With my free hand I shoved my sweatpants down; they and my underwear settled over the clothes she had already shed. My tongue pushed past hers and filled her mouth. Our tongues tangled. Her hot breath brushed the tip of my nose. I tightened my grip on her nape and let the other hand glide down her shoulder, feeling the ridge of bone under the skin, then lower still along the line of her spine until her back arched a little. Soft flesh and smooth skin guided my palm to her waist; when I closed around it her body came forward into me.
Still kissing her, I pressed her backward. Her upper body tipped onto the mattress, legs dangling over the edge. Just as my discarded clothes covered hers, my body covered hers. Standing at the bedside, only my torso bent over her, I felt her breasts flatten and spread warmly against my chest. I left her mouth and set my lips against the side of her neck, nipping lightly.
"Mmm~~"
Her head tipped back and her breathing deepened. I licked along the curve of her throat, down to the collarbone, then lower to her breast. The nipple entered my mouth; I rolled it with my tongue until it hardened and pushed back. When I sucked gently her whole breast lifted. My free hand claimed the other, filling my palm with its heat while my thumb rubbed the peak. Under the attention her dangling legs slowly parted. I hooked both of them over my arms so that her knees locked in the crooks of my elbows. Her hips rose into the air; the sheet bunched under her shoulders. Between the widely opened thighs her pussy parted, a thin gleam of wetness already seeping from the slit. Into that thoroughly soaked heat I drove my fully hard cock.
Western porn sometimes shows a massive cock making a woman's lower belly bulge when it goes in like this. Mine could never manage that much of a show. Even so, the angle let the head scrape the upper wall of her vagina, and she was soon panting. As I sank deeper a particular spot on the inner wall met the tip of my cock dead-on. I thrust slowly, in and out. Her hips rose and fell with the legs hooked over my arms; the wet slap of flesh on flesh filled the room. I kept striking that same place. Her walls tightened harder around me.
"Ahhng… ahhng…"
She began to cry out. I drove harder. Every upward lift of her hips buried me to the root. Her body shuddered as if in spasm; the walls clenched and milked me. Age was catching up—my arms already trembled under the weight of her legs. However carefully she managed her figure, childbirth had left her heavier than in her virgin days. From here on it was pure endurance. Her legs quivered in the crooks of my elbows; ragged breaths tore from her throat.
"Aaa~"
After the first climax her body went limp. I lowered her legs carefully, but I did not stop. I dragged her to the center of the bed, flipped her onto her stomach, raised her hips, and entered her again from behind. Both hands closed on her waist; the skin was already slick with sweat. The rhythm started once more. Her back arched. The sheet she clutched crumpled under her fists.
"Who are you thinking of right now?"
"Ahhng… ahhng… Seojin… oppa."
"Mijeong. It feels good when oppa fucks you."
"Haang… ha… it… feels good… op… pa."
"Even after having a kid, Mijeong's pussy is still so tight."
"Aeng… haaak… haang…"
The second climax rolled over her. Her hands fisted the sheet so hard the knuckles went white; her body pitched forward, but I kept hold of her waist. Ever since I confessed my tastes to her, every time we had sex I became someone else. At first it was only a made-up man; later, once she grew used to it, I became the man from her past and put my cock inside her pussy.
I rolled her onto her side and lifted one leg. My cock pushed into her again. Her breathing had thinned to a trembling thread.
"Mijeong. How's this position?"
"Ahak… Seo… jin oppa… it feels good."
"Where does it feel good?"
Her pussy clenched hard around me, and at the same moment her mouth closed.
"Not going to tell me?"
I folded the raised leg tighter against her body and drove the full weight of my hips deeper.
"Haak…"
"Where does it feel good?"
"Bu… aaak… aangang… I'm embarrassed…"
Sweat ran down the groove of my spine. The air in the room had turned thick and hot. I kept thrusting hard until she spoke. Flesh smacked against flesh, filling every corner. I hooked her legs over my arms once more; her hips rose high. The pace grew rougher than before. Her whole body rocked up and down. I concentrated on that same deep spot.
A small voice reached me.
"Pussy… ah~"
Only short moans escaped after that. Her legs trembled weakly; her entire body shone with sweat. When the climax hit, her eyes half-closed and her lips parted, letting only the thinnest breath slip out.
Near dawn Mijeong's body was utterly spent. She looked as if she no longer had the strength even to move her legs. I came across her limp breasts. The release was so sharp my own legs shook. Thick white clots of semen spattered across her chest, here and there.