Kiss Marks After the Meal: Preparing My Wife for Junho
Junho wore an awkward expression.
It seemed there was a story behind it, but I didn’t press him further.
“So you got divorced and came up from your hometown?”
“Yes.”
Having finished his meal, Junho set down his spoon.
“That was delicious. Thanks to you, I had a good meal, sister-in-law.”
“You’re welcome.”
Mijeong gave a slight bow of her head at Junho’s polite thanks.
Junho clattered about gathering his rice bowl and utensils.
“Just leave them.”
“I ate a free meal—least I can do is clear the table.”
When Junho rose with the rice bowl, spoon, and chopsticks, Mijeong stood as well.
She reached out and took hold of the bowl and utensils still in his hands.
A brief, gentle tussle ensued.
“Sister-in-law, please eat.”
“No, it’s fine.”
Both of them gripped the rice bowl and spoon, each trying to claim them.
Junho’s strength made Mijeong’s body sway slightly.
Each time it did, her breasts rolled heavily inside her T-shirt.
Unable to match his force, she was pulled toward him.
Her chest bumped against his forearm.
“Ah—”
“Oops—”
They both let out small cries at the same moment.
Junho’s gaze dropped to Mijeong’s breasts.
Sensing his eyes on her, Mijeong released the bowl and utensils.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes. Just set them in the sink, then.”
“Will do.”
Flustered by the awkward contact, Mijeong returned to her seat at the table.
Junho placed the dishes in the sink and gathered his things.
“Thanks again for the meal. I’ll be back around eleven tomorrow.”
I walked Junho to the door. Mijeong rose as well and offered a small bow as he left.
After he stepped out, the front door closed quietly behind him.
I stood in the entryway for a moment, catching my breath.
Meanwhile Mijeong had returned to the table, stacking bowls and wiping the edge with a dishcloth.
Every time she leaned forward, the neckline of her T-shirt gaped open, revealing the pale swell of her breasts in the soft light.
It was a sight I saw every day, yet tonight it felt deliberately lewd.
I approached slowly and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind.
“You were wiping earlier and your whole chest was showing. Junho definitely saw.”
Her busy hands paused.
Her shoulders drew in, just a fraction.
I pressed my mouth close to her ear.
Hot breath brushed her earlobe.
“His eyes got huge the second he looked. Couldn’t tear them away.”
One hand closed over her breast.
Even through the thin fabric I felt her nipple harden against my palm.
Her full breast rolled heavily inside my grip.
I flicked the stiffened peak with my index finger, teasing it.
Each flick made her body jolt.
“He’s in his prime at thirty.”
Mijeong stood clutching the dishcloth tightly.
Her legs were already trembling.
A soft moan escaped under the stimulation of her nipples.
“Three years since the divorce—he must be starving.”
I released her breast, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, and pulled it upward.
Her heavy breasts spilled free, hanging under their own weight.
I cupped them fully in both hands, squeezing hard.
Every knead crushed and reshaped the soft flesh.
“Junho kept staring at how hard your nipples were showing.”
Mijeong braced both hands on the table, upper body bent forward.
She pushed her hips back, and her ass pressed against my already rigid cock.
I slipped a hand inside her shorts.
Fingers rubbed along the parted slit.
“Aaaah—”
Her moan broke free.
When I pushed a finger inside her pussy, the heat of her walls closed around it.
I drove deeper, harder.
Wet, slick sounds rose from beneath the table.
“How did it feel when your chest hit his arm?”
“Aah… aah… aah…”
Mijeong couldn’t answer, lost in the dual assault on breast and pussy.
She was already flooding.
“I asked how it felt.”
I crooking my finger and scraped the inner wall, demanding an answer.
“Haaah… s-shame… shameful… haah… haah…”
She still couldn’t form a proper reply under the relentless stimulation.
I kneaded her breast more roughly.
Blood had rushed to her nipple; it stood out hard and swollen.
I pinched it between thumb and forefinger, tugging and releasing again and again.
“Haah… haah…”
“Does it feel good?”
“I… haah… don’t know…”
I turned her around and leaned her back against the table.
My body angled across hers.
I pressed my forearm against her breasts, pinning them.
The pressure forced her upper body to arch slightly, yet her ass was already against the table edge—nowhere left to retreat.
I rocked my arm, grinding against her soft flesh.
Even through the thin T-shirt her stiff nipples scraped my skin.
I stopped the friction and kissed her.
Our lips met; she parted hers.
My tongue invaded her mouth.
Our tongues tangled and slid together.
One arm locked around her waist. The other slipped under her T-shirt.
The silky heat of her bare breast only stoked my arousal higher.
I cupped her from the side, thumb settling over the peaked nipple.
I rolled the hard bud left and right, teasing it relentlessly.
Her hips twitched in tiny, involuntary jerks.
Unable to moan into the kiss, she could only hum through her nose.
“Mmm… mmm…”
I slowly peeled the T-shirt higher until both breasts were fully exposed.
Her dark-red nipples stood rigidly erect.
I lowered my head, bringing my face close to one breast.
Hot breath ghosted over the nipple first; she flinched.
I opened my mouth and took the soft flesh between my lips. Warmth and silken texture bloomed across my tongue.
I circled the nipple slowly, lapping upward; the stiffened peak pushed back against me, transmitting faint tremors.
Her body heat and the faint salt of her skin filled my mouth and slid down my throat.
I sealed my lips around the bud and sucked gently; her hips jerked again.
It felt as if the whole breast were being drawn into my mouth.
“Mmm… mmm…”
Every light flick of my tongue against the tip drew another moan from her.
Inside my mouth the nipple grew even harder, pulsing faintly against my tongue like a tiny heartbeat.
The soft weight of her breast pressed against my cheek.
Mijeong moaned freely under my attention.
I slid one hand under her arm and reached around to her back, dragging my nails lightly down her spine.
The new sensation made her jolt once more.
I raked up and down her back several times.
Then I left her breast and kissed the side of her neck.
My hand climbed to her hair, fisting it and gently tugging her head back.
Her throat arched open.
“Huk—”
A sharp little gasp of surprise escaped her.
While I sucked at her neck I slid my hand into her shorts again.
Her panties were already soaked; the wet fabric clung to my fingertips.
I eased my index finger slowly between her folds.
Her hot pussy clenched and pulled me in.
Her hips snapped backward; her ass slammed harder against the table edge.
I nipped the soft skin of her nape.
The flesh yielded between my lips.
I traced my tongue upward along the line of her throat; her Adam’s apple bobbed.
Then I sealed my mouth and sucked hard.
A vivid red mark bloomed across her pale skin.
A clear kiss mark now branded Mijeong’s white neck.
Her breathing fractured; hot air brushed my nose.
I pushed my finger deeper and rubbed slow circles inside her.
Slick, wet sounds whispered under the table.
The muscles of her inner thighs fluttered and spasmed.
I kept my mouth on her and moved lower.
Holding her T-shirt up with one hand was awkward.
“Hold it.”
Obediently she raised both arms and gripped the bunched fabric herself.
Leaning half-sitting against the table edge, Mijeong stood with her T-shirt rolled high, both hands pinning it in place, breasts thrust forward—an irresistibly provocative pose.
I kissed my way along her collarbone.
Then I pressed my mouth to the soft upper swell of her breast.
I flattened my tongue wide, licking the skin and sucking hard.
Another crimson mark joined the one on her neck, etched clearly across the top of her breast.
I left a matching mark on the other side as well.
Bright red kisses now decorated the pale mounds of Mijeong’s chest.
I yanked her shorts and panties down together, then added a second finger, scissoring and thrusting deep into her pussy.
Her lips parted; thin moans spilled out.
“Aah… aah… aah…”
Sticky juices coated my fingers and ran down the back of my hand.
Her back arched like a bow.
Her hands clenched hard around my arm.
“Oppa… st-stop…”
I drew my fingers almost out, then drove them deep again, establishing a steady rhythm.
Watching me, Mijeong slowly closed her eyes.
Her mouth stayed open, pouring out unbroken moans.
Her pussy gripped my fingers tighter and tighter, sucking them greedily.
I pressed my thumb firmly against her clit.
My hand locked around the bones of her pelvis.
In that grip I shook my hand, working both the inner walls and her clit at once.
“Honey… hhh… hhh…”
Her legs shook violently.
She let go of the T-shirt and braced both hands behind her on the table.
Her arms alone kept her collapsing legs upright.
Tension gathered in her groin.
She was about to come.
At that exact moment I pulled my hand free.
“Nnngh—”
The sudden emptiness wrenched a short, sharp cry from her.
I simply waited. Slowly her breathing evened out.
Mijeong opened her eyes a little.
I kissed her lightly.
When the kiss ended I looked at her.
Clear red marks stood out against the soft flesh of her breasts inside the fallen T-shirt.
The kiss mark on her neck had darkened to a deeper crimson.
An unfinished ending, yet the kiss marks were vivid and unmistakable.
Tomorrow at eleven, Junho would be coming to our house.