Wife's Twenties (13): My Wife, Fucked in the Model's One-Room
After the photoshoot ended, my wife and Jinsu hyung stepped into the one-room apartment where he lived alone. It was the first time my wife had ever set foot inside a man’s home.
“Oh my… It’s cleaner than I expected, oppa?”
“Yeah? You thought it’d be filthy just because a guy lives by himself? I’m a model, babe. A model.”
“Hohoho.”
My wife was a university student who still lived with her parents in a cramped apartment—one room for them, one for her, and a tiny living room. That was all they had. Jinsu hyung’s studio, though slightly smaller in square footage than her family’s place, felt far more open thanks to its single-room layout. The living area was surprisingly spacious, furnished with a sleek sofa, a large bed, a desk, and a modest dining table—things that easily caught a female college student’s eye.
“You worked hard two days straight. Tired?”
“Yes… a little. You worked hard too, oppa. It was easier because you helped me.”
“Really? Then how about a hug?”
Hugging, kissing, touching, seeing each other naked—none of it seemed to mean anything to people in the modeling world. My wife had already shared plenty of kisses with Jinsu hyung, endured constant physical contact throughout the shoot, and seen each other completely bare. When she smiled shyly and wrapped her arms around him, he slid his hands over her shoulders and patted her back. Even though my wife stood tall and slender at 168 centimeters, she looked almost delicate beside his 188-centimeter frame. Her face flushed crimson.
The moment the embrace broke, Jinsu hyung gripped her shoulders and stared down at her.
“As expected… you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Hohoho… oh, stop…”
He had said it constantly since the first day, and every time he did, a strange, thrilling warmth bloomed inside her.
Jinsu hyung told her to wait on the sofa while he cooked dinner. As she watched him move around the kitchen, she studied the room. It felt like a real adult’s space. She was a college student who still knew almost nothing about the world, and the gap between her innocent life and his seemed vast. It looked impressive.
“It’s delicious, hohoho.”
They ate together, then shared coffee. Afterward they sat on the sofa and watched TV, his arm draped casually around her shoulders. Models must think nothing of this kind of physical contact, she told herself.
“Chaehui, when I grabbed your ass earlier it felt like you’re still a virgin. You haven’t done it with your boyfriend yet?”
“What? Oh my… why would you ask something like that…”
She squirmed with embarrassment, yet the question intrigued her.
“But… can you really tell?”
Hook, line, and sinker. This girl.
“Sure I can. I’ve seen and touched more women than I can count.”
“That’s amazing.”
So she really is a virgin.
Jinsu hyung’s mind raced. For a virgin, her reactions when he’d peeled off her panties and kissed her pussy had been… She hasn’t been fucked, but she’s definitely done other stuff.
“Still, from what I can tell, even if you haven’t had sex, you’ve done plenty of other things, haven’t you?”
“…………”
My wife lowered her head, ashamed that he now knew the things she had done.
Oh… so that’s how it is.
“With your boyfriend?”
She shook her head.
“Then… an ex-boyfriend?”
“Well… he wasn’t exactly a boyfriend…”
She told him about the delinquent Choi Donggu. Jinsu hyung’s hand slid from her shoulder down to her waist. She had worn a pretty pink flowing dress for the visit to his place.
“So he stole your first kiss and got his hands on your breasts?”
“…Yes…”
“What a bastard. Taking our Chaehui’s lips and tits… Was he any good?”
“Huh?”
“Did he kiss better than me?”
“Hohoho… I don’t know… hup!”
Jinsu hyung caught her chin and kissed her. It was far from their first kiss, but this one was different—his tongue pushed into her mouth.
“…………!”
Her eyes flew open. His handsome face filled her vision, eyes closed. Though slightly blurred, she still thought he looked impossibly good-looking. She stayed still and accepted his tongue, then began to move her own. The kiss with Choi Donggu, the one with the university TA, the ones with me… my wife’s experience with men was steadily growing.
“Slurp… slurp… mmm…”
His hands stroked her cheeks, her neck, then glided down her back. When their lips finally parted he asked,
“So? Who’s better?”
She smacked his chest lightly.
“I don’t know…”
“Then…”
“Oh! No, oppa!”
His hand had already closed over her breast. She tried to cover herself, but he was already kneading it. Her resistance was half-hearted at best.
“Oppa…”
“I saw everything when you were naked earlier. So tell me—who touches your tits better?”
“Ahh…”
“Is it a matter of pride for me?”
“What… pride?”
“Making a woman feel good is one of the most important things for a man.”
“Really?”
It was true. Men like me—who lacked size, strength, and technique—had given up before even starting.
“Then you must have been with a lot of women, oppa?”
“I have.”
His hand never left her breast. By now her own hands had dropped to her sides. Her breathing grew shallow; her cheeks burned.
“But,” he continued.
“…?”
“Your lips taste the best. And your breasts are the prettiest I’ve ever seen.”
“Psh… mmm…”
She pouted, but a soft moan escaped as pleasure radiated from her chest.
“And,” he added.
“Mmm…?”
“Down there, Chaehui, you’re the most beautiful of all.”
“Aww… you pervert!”
She smacked his chest again, but her face was lit with a bright smile.
“I’m serious. But… I get the feeling someone’s already touched you here…”
“…………!”
He caught the flash of shock on her face.
“Who was it? Who touched you down there? Doesn’t seem like your current boyfriend, and not the ex either.”
She couldn’t possibly tell him about the older men at the bar. While she sat frozen, unsure what to say, he pressed on.
“What? It’s a secret from me? I’m hurt…”
His sulky tone was pure acting—the one thing she could never stand. The thought that she might have upset him was unbearable.
“I’m sorry, oppa…”
“If you’re sorry…”
He wrapped his arm around her waist again, leaning in close.
“Then let me see it too.”
“What??”
Her mouth fell open in surprise. He immediately slipped his tongue inside.
“Hah!!!! Slurp…!! Oppa… ah…”
When he pulled back he spoke again.
“Just let me look. I worked so hard today taking care of your clothes and everything…”
His pitiful expression made her burst out laughing.
“Aing… still… I can’t…”
“I’ll only look. It’s because it’s so pretty. I didn’t get a proper view earlier…”
“Oh, come on… then… really…”
She’s giving in.
Jinsu hyung cheered silently.
“You’ll really only look?”
“Of course.”
Since he had already seen her completely naked in the changing room, she decided it would be fine. He slid off the sofa, gathered her legs, and reached under her dress to hook her panties. She lifted her hips. Today she had already been stripped by him several times.
Slowly, her panties slid down. He lifted the hem of her dress.
“………”
She turned her head away, biting her lower lip. He smiled at the sight, then grasped the backs of her knees and lifted them onto the sofa, spreading her into an M-shape.
“Oh… oppa… aing…”
She had thought he would simply look, but having her legs spread so obscenely made her even more embarrassed. She resisted weakly.
“Since we’re doing this, show me properly. It’s fucking beautiful, I swear.”
“Hohoho…”
She covered her mouth and laughed, letting him arrange her as he wished. Her hips were pushed to the edge of the sofa, legs spread wide in a perfect M.
“Wow… it really is gorgeous.”
“Really…?”
“Best I’ve seen on any woman.”
The praise sent an unexpected heat through her chest. Jealousy, perhaps.
“How many have you seen, exactly?”
“Who knows… I lost count.”
“Ahu… oppa, you can’t touch… you mustn’t…”
When his hand moved toward her pussy she flinched, but she neither closed her legs nor tried to cover herself.
“I just want to see it clearly.”
He lightly traced her outer and inner lips, watching her reaction. He was certain now—he could fuck her tonight.
“Ahh…”
The unfamiliar sensation drew a heated moan from her. She had no idea what was happening. She simply closed her eyes, thinking he was only looking and touching lightly. It reminded her of the men at the bar. This was the second time she had been stripped and touched there. But what actually pressed against her pussy wasn’t his finger—it was his tongue.
Unable to tell the difference, she simply shuddered at a pleasure far beyond anything she had known.
“Oppa… I feel strange… hng… stop… I don’t know… it feels weird…”
“Does it feel good, Chaehui? It does, right? Isn’t oppa good at this?”
“Ahaeu… oppa… it’s strange…”
Of course it felt strange. This was the first time her pussy had ever been licked—by a handsome, experienced older man.
“Tell me it feels good. That way oppa feels good too.”
“Hng… ha… ahheung……”
She licked her lips once, then whispered,
“It feels good… oppa…”
“Later, ask your boyfriend to do this for you.”
“Ahu… oppa… I don’t know…”
Chaehui opened her eyes and looked down.
“Oh my! Oppa!”
He was licking her with his tongue fully extended. The shock was overwhelming. Using his mouth… on her there…
“Oppa!! It’s weird… don’t…”
“Just stay still.”
“Ahhhhk!!!”
When he began licking her in earnest, sucking her clit between his lips, she felt as if electricity coursed through her entire body.
“Good here?”
He sucked her clit again.
“Aaaa!! Oppa… it’s strange…”
Jinsu hyung paused, thinking. Should he fuck her tonight, or wait until after tomorrow’s final shoot? He made his decision.
He rose from the sofa and kissed her again. His tongue drove deep into her mouth. Still aroused from his cunnilingus, she responded eagerly, licking his lips with her own tongue. He leaned her head back against the sofa cushion, continuing the kiss while his hands worked open his belt buckle. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down. Her head moved slightly with the motion, but she didn’t notice.
When he dropped his underwear, his thick cock sprang free. She had caught a glimpse of it earlier in the changing room—the first time since seeing the old man’s at the bar. Even that brief look had told her it was big and impressive. And it was. Long and sleek, matching his tall, lean frame. It reminded her of the cocks she had seen in porn—white men’s cocks. Come to think of it, my own cock matched my body too. Small and powerless.
“Mmm… oppa… stop… mmm… what do I do…”
At some point she had wrapped her arms around his neck. Her legs remained spread in that lewd M, and in her excitement her tongue moved shamelessly against his.
While still kissing her, Jinsu hyung pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. She still didn’t realize what it was. He considered how best to enter her… and then—
Thrust!
“Aaak!!!!”