The First Cock She Touched, The First Pussy Touched
My wife turned her head in surprise and looked down at her own hand. The man's massive cock had slipped out over his underwear, and her hand was covering it. He had grabbed her hand and pulled it toward him while yanking down his own underwear with his other hand.
It was the first time my wife had ever seen a man's cock. The huge, mushroom-shaped glans... the shaft, not fully erect yet, with a slightly soft, squishy feel... She had been about to touch it over his underwear like before, but the moment she felt the soft, warm flesh of a man's cock for the first time, she flinched in shock.
"Hahaha. Why so surprised? First time touching a guy's dick? I'm sure you've played with your boyfriend's cock plenty of times."
The man asked playfully as he looked at my wife's distressed face.
"What? You've never touched your boyfriend's cock? Huh?"
"....No...."
"Really? So this is the first time you've touched a man's cock?"
"....Yes...."
It was true. The thug Choi Donggu had sucked on her breasts and groped her pussy, but she had never touched his cock or sucked on his nipples. Even during the drinking games with the seniors, she had sucked on their nipples and licked their backs along the spine, but... touching a man's cock like this... My wife was seeing a man's cock for the first time, and now she was holding it in her hand.
The cock in my wife's hand was gradually growing harder. Veins began to stand out along the shaft. Of course it would—middle-aged men who were used to seeing only their wives' bodies now had a sexy, voluptuous college girl in her early twenties stroking their cock.
"Stroke it properly. If it doesn't hurt, I'll send you back to your boyfriend right away."
"........."
"Like this... like this..."
The man guided her hand so she could grip his cock properly. My wife was now holding the shaft right below the glans, as if she were about to jerk him off. Her face was still distressed, but the man's cock was now fully erect. The two men each took another shot of soju.
"Kuh... Fuck, this soju tastes like honey."
"Give the girl a drink too. Don't hog it all to yourself."
"Hahaha. You're right."
"I... I don't want any..."
"The fuck you don't...."
At the man's terrifying tone, my wife shrank back. He poured soju into her glass and handed it to her again. She reluctantly accepted it. As she brought it to her lips, he warned her.
"If you drink it and then take your hand off again, you're really gonna get it!"
".....Yes..."
My wife downed the soju.
"Keck!!"
She grimaced and stomped her feet. The man, amused, picked up a piece of food like before and fed it to her by hand. Then, just like earlier, he slipped his fingers into her mouth and didn't pull them out. My wife sucked and licked his fingers along with the food, swallowing the harsh burn of the soju. Precum from the man's cock dripped onto her hand, but she didn't notice.
After pulling his fingers from her mouth, the man draped that same hand over her shoulder and leaned back against his chair. My wife was pulled along with him, her upper body now resting against the backrest. From a distance, it looked like a man casually drinking with a young, sexy bar girl in his arms.
My wife had been sitting to the man's right, her left hand stroking his cock. His legs were spread wide apart.
"Just play along like this for a bit and then you can go. I'll send you off soon, okay?"
"....Yes..."
My wife answered with a pout.
"I'm not gonna eat you, so smile. Fuck, anyone watching would think I'm bullying you. I'm doing this for your boyfriend, you know!"
"Yes...." my wife replied, raising her right hand to fix her hair and forcing a small smile. At her smile, a bead of precum leaked from the man's cock.
"Haha, nice. Fuck, having such a pretty girl touch my cock... I should've tripped on purpose earlier."
"You, go check on her boyfriend. What if he's crying or something?" he said, mouthing words and giving a signal with his eyes. The man across from him understood. It meant to keep the boyfriend occupied so he wouldn't come over, and then they'd switch.
"Comfort this friend of mine well. He's a scary guy. Knows a lot of people in the police. I'll go check on your boyfriend so you can relax, okay?"
"....Yes...."
The man stood up, gave his friend's cock—which my wife was still holding—one last stroke with his hand, and returned to his seat. Until then, I had been sitting alone with my head down.
"Hey. What are you doing?"
"....Yes?"
"Don't worry about over there. Your girlfriend is treating him well. Doesn't look like we'll need to go to the hospital or the police. My friend's a real scary guy."
While saying this, he poured me a glass of beer. Caught off guard, I accepted it with both hands.
"Your girlfriend must be doing a good job. Looks like his mood improved. You should count yourself lucky."
"....Yes..."
"But," the man said, handing me the beer bottle. He wanted me to pour him a glass. He held my wife's glass while I poured beer into it.
"How long have you two been dating?"
"Ah... not even a few months yet..."
"Really? So you haven't fucked yet?"
"Pardon?"
"Ah, fucked. I mean, have you had sex?"
"Ah... no...."
"Really? Why haven't you fucked such a pretty girlfriend yet? Huh?"
"Ah..."
The man took my wife's glass, put it to his lips, and downed the beer in one shot.
"You a virgin?"
"Pardon? Ah... yes..."
"Is your girlfriend a virgin too?"
"Yes...."
"You sure?"
"Pardon?"
"Hey, fuck."
The man poured me another beer.
"Just because you haven't fucked her doesn't mean no one else has. Is your girlfriend really a virgin?"
"....Yes..."
I believed it. Even though I would later hear about what happened with Choi Donggu back in school and the drinking games that led to her being taken to someone's studio apartment, at that moment, I had never once considered the possibility that Yun Chaehui had slept with another man.
"Hmm...."
"......."
"Then," the man said, holding out his glass again. I poured beer into it with both hands.
"Kah... burp....."
After downing the beer, the man belched and continued.
"Then hurry up and fuck her. Before someone else does."
".........."
"Fuck, are you okay with some other guy fucking your pretty girlfriend? Tell me."
"No...."
"Then hurry the fuck up and fuck her yourself. Got it?"
".........."
"This fucking bastard!"
The man's hand shot up. I flinched and covered my head with both hands.
"The fuck is wrong with you, not answering when an adult's talking? Hurry up and fuck her, got it?"
"....Yes..."
"Stay here. I'll send your pretty girlfriend back to you."
"...Yes...."
The man walked away. I lowered my head again. What were my wife and the other man talking about? How exactly was she "treating" his injury?
"Whoa...."
When the man returned, he saw that his friend had already made a lot of progress with my wife.
"Ahnngh.... Ahng...."
My wife's hand was still gripping the man's cock. Even from a distance, I could see that her hand was now slick and sticky with his precum. One of her legs was resting on his thigh... which meant her panties were half-exposed beneath her short skirt. Her light-purple blouse was completely unbuttoned and hanging open. And her bra... the black lace bra had its clasp undone at the back and was now dangling loosely over her large breasts.
The man had one arm around her shoulder while his other hand groped her F-cup breasts. She had been groped over her clothes by the TA before, but this was the first time since Choi Donggu that her bra had been removed and a man was touching her bare skin. After years, my wife was being touched on her breasts again by a man. The touch of an experienced older man was different from the clumsy hands of high school or college boys. He groped her roughly yet teased her nipples gently, alternating between both sides, and my wife's hand—still gripping his cock—occasionally tightened its hold. Soft, aroused moans escaped her lips.
"Ahng......"
My wife tilted her head down and then back, unsure what to do. Of course she was. A man was touching her bare breasts... it was impossible not to feel good...
"Ahng..... Aaaah...."
My wife covered her mouth with one hand. The hand gripping the man's cock tightened. Whether by instinct or not, she began to slowly stroke his cock up and down.
"What the fuck. You already got her tits out?"
When the other man returned and sat down, my wife flinched and tried to lower her leg.
"Tsk!"
At the terrifying sound of the man beside her clicking his tongue, she kept her leg on his thigh and continued to be groped.
"That's enough. Send her back now."
"Why? Fuck, we're just getting started... This bitch is hotter than her age suggests, huh?"
"She's a virgin."
"What?"
The man who had been talking to me poured himself a shot of soju and spoke.
"She's a virgin, man. Fuck, don't mess with a virgin and cause trouble. That's enough."
"Huh?" the man said, looking at my wife's face.
"You're really a virgin?"
"...Yes?"
They had clearly been told she was a virgin earlier, but they hadn't believed it.
"Ah fuck, are you a virgin or not? You've never had sex?"
"....Yes...."
"Ha... fuck... this is a mood killer...."
The man removed his hand from my wife's breast. He downed the soju his friend had poured for him and said,
"Come here and eat one more snack, then I'll send you off."
He lowered his head and took her breast into his mouth.
"Haaahng!!!"
My wife let out a moan, covering her mouth with the back of her hand at the sensation of her breasts being sucked after so long. With one leg still resting on the man's thigh, she squeezed and spread her legs, unsure what to do. The hand gripping his cock tightened and began to automatically jerk him off.
"Slurp.... Damn... nothing like my wife's tits. So soft and firm... Now this is what tits should be like. This is it."
The man sucked on my wife's breasts thoroughly... Her aroused moans didn't stop. The man who had intended to stop here changed his mind upon hearing her lewd sounds.
"You drink one too. Then I'll send you off."
He filled the soju glass he had just drunk from. My wife was panting. The hand gripping his cock continued to tremble slightly. She accepted the glass with her other hand and downed it. It was already her third shot of soju today...
"Kuhack!!! Kr...."
Overwhelmed by the bitter taste of soju, my wife didn't know what to do. But this time, the man didn't offer her any food. She stomped her feet.
"Want a snack? Want something to eat?"
"Kuh.... Yes.... Ahng...."
The man pressed down on my wife's head as she answered with a grimace.
"Here, eat your snack."
He pushed her head down toward his cock.
"Mmph!!!! Uuugh!!!"
His cock entered my wife's mouth! Her eyes widened as she stomped her feet. She pushed against his thighs with her hands, trying to pull away, but he held the back of her head firmly. His large cock slid into her pretty mouth, and she moved her lips desperately, sucking on it to breathe.
"Huuup!!!! Slurp!!!! Tsk!!!"
After keeping his cock in her warm mouth for about thirty seconds, the man released her head.
"Kuhack!!!! Aaaaaah!!!"
Saliva dripped from my wife's mouth, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Hahk!!! Haa... haa...."
My wife gasped for breath.
"Must've tasted good, huh? Heh heh."
The man groped her breasts again. My wife caught her breath, embarrassed, and covered her breasts with her hands.
"Now go. Back to your boyfriend."
"...Yes..."
At the man's words, my wife relaxed and gave a slight bow. She reached behind her back to fasten her bra clasp and buttoned up her light-purple blouse. As she stood up and tried to pass the man to reach the partition, he didn't move aside. When she spread her legs to step over his, he grabbed her waist. Her legs were now spread over his.
"One last thing."
"..........?"
"Give us old men a little present before you go."
He lifted her skirt. My wife squeezed her eyes shut. He pulled down her panties in that position.
"N-no... sir...."
"Tsk! Just give us the panties. We'll use them as a snack. If you don't stay still, I'll fuck you right here."
At his terrifying words, my wife became docile again. He spread his legs and made her bring her own legs together. Her panties slid down her thighs, knees, and calves. As his hand reached under her skirt to touch her bare ass and lifted her thigh, she raised one leg and stepped out of her panties.
"Hand them over."
My wife bit her lip, bent down, and picked up the panties from the floor. At that moment, his hand rubbed her ass and slipped deeper into the crevice. His middle finger slid along her pussy once, then pressed lightly on her clit. My wife shuddered as if struck by electricity.
"Ahhnng!!"
The man held her waist again as she stood up, still clutching her panties. She handed them to him and left. He gave her ass one last squeeze, slipping his finger into the crevice. The other man also grinned and reached under her skirt from the front, rubbing her clit. My wife could only let out muffled "Mmph! Mmph!" sounds while covering her mouth with her hand. From the two men's fingering, her pussy had become slightly wet. It was her first time experiencing something like this.
My wife returned to our table from their seats. Her hair was disheveled, her lipstick gone. Her face was a mess from crying several times... Her blouse was untucked from her skirt and heavily wrinkled.
"I'm sorry... because of me...."
At my words, she took my hand and pulled me to my feet.
"Let's go home.... Walk me home..."
"S-sure...."
My wife and I left the bar and walked to her house in silence. As I was about to send her inside, she suddenly pulled me into a kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. It was a continuation of the first kiss we had shared for two minutes earlier at the bar. The gloomy feeling from the men vanished completely. I hugged her back and kissed her. Recalling the memory from earlier, I slipped my tongue out, and she did the same. We shared a sweet, deep kiss.
I remembered what the man had said earlier.
"Hurry up and fuck her. What are you gonna do if someone else does it first?"
I wanted to sleep with my wife... Before someone else did... Another man had already taken her lips first, sucked on her breasts first, and touched her cock first... Sex... I wanted to be the first. I wanted to be the first man to sleep with my kind, beautiful girlfriend, Yun Chaehui. That was what I had been thinking at the time.
A breeze slipped under my wife's skirt where her panties had been removed, and her pussy—wet since earlier—remained that way as she went inside her house.