Wife in Her Twenties (4): The Wife at the Mercy of the Sexy Burumabul Game
"Chaehui, oppa's tongue is so fucking ticklish. You better be careful," the University TA said as he stepped closer to my wife and seized her arm, trying to lift it. She resisted with a faint show of strength, but he shot her a piercing glare. In that look she read the silent warning: Gyeongsu. My wife lowered her head slightly and let the tension drain from her arm.
Yet her dress had sleeves. Lifting her arm alone wouldn't expose any skin. "Hey, Chaehui, we're going to have to pull one arm out of that sleeve."
"What?"
When she asked in surprise, he continued, "Your dress looks expensive. You really want me dragging my tongue all over it? It'll get filthy."
"Still… that's…"
My wife faltered, mumbling. When she thought about it, letting another man lick her clothes was undeniably strange. Wearing the dress again afterward would feel wrong. But the alternative—taking it off and baring her naked armpit to them—was unthinkable.
"Here, here, oppa will help you," the University TA said, moving behind my wife, who now looked on the verge of tears. He reached for the zipper at her back and eased it down a little.
"Ah… o-oppa…!"
"It's fine. Just lower it enough to slip your arm out, yeah?" His voice had turned soft and coaxing, and my wife obediently yielded once more. When he had pulled the zipper down about a third of the way, the black bra underneath came into view.
"Black. Lace," the University TA mouthed silently from behind her so the others could see. They responded with appreciative "Oh…" expressions.
"All right, Chaehui. Slide your arm out through here."
My wife pulled her right arm free through the gaping fabric. Her pale, elegant arm emerged, the black bra strap visible on her shoulder. Her collarbone, and beneath it the generous swell of her F-cup breasts—breasts too full to be hidden by two hands. In that tiny studio, part of my wife's devastatingly sexy body was now exposed to the wolves.
"Now, Chaehui, lift your arm."
"……"
Head bowed, my wife raised her arm. Her right hand went up while her left clutched the dress to her chest, guarding her modesty. The soft flesh of her upper arm was sleek and smooth. Her armpit was completely hairless, the skin satiny with the faintest shadow of stubble—an intimate, forbidden place that carried its own shameful allure. And the University TA's tongue drew near.
"Haa…"
She shivered, brows knitting. The instant his tongue made contact—
"Ahhat!"
My wife flinched violently and yanked her arm down. The others burst into loud laughter. The University TA spoke with mock sternness.
"Lift it again. Do it properly this time."
"……"
Her arm rose once more. But the same thing happened. How could anyone stay still while a man's tongue stroked such sensitive skin?
"Ahhat!"
When her arm dropped again, he clicked his tongue. "This isn't working." He gripped both her shoulders and pushed her down onto her back, then stretched her arms above her head and straddled her.
"Haa……"
My wife's eyes trembled. A man was now on top of her while one arm was already out of her dress and part of her bra exposed. She had tried to cover herself, but the sudden shift left her left hand clumsy; the black lace bra was now half visible. The deep, rich cleavage above it looked impossibly full. Lying beneath him, she glanced at the University TA's face, then turned her head aside in embarrassment. She caught her lower lip between her teeth.
At that moment he asked, "Chaehui, isn't it fun playing with oppa and the hyungs?"
Startled, she turned back to him and answered with a small, shy smile. "Yes, oppa… It's fun… Ahhuk!!!!"
The second he saw that smile, the University TA buried his face in her armpit, opened his mouth wide, and sucked hard. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the room as he licked her wildly. My wife couldn't lower her arm, but she curled her whole body, trying to endure the maddening tickle and the strange, shameful pleasure blooming beneath it. While she writhed beneath him, the two men watching from the front enjoyed an unobstructed view of her spread legs and the sexy black panties between them.
"Fuck, this is so goddamn hot," they snickered to each other, careful to keep their voices low enough that she wouldn't hear. The University TA kept her pinned and licked her armpit for over a minute. Finally he stood, giving his rock-hard cock a single stroke, though he remained straddling her waist. He watched her lie there panting, eyes closed. Her right arm was still raised. Her armpit glistened with his saliva. Her left hand had drifted down to her stomach, leaving the black lace bra completely exposed and the heavy rise and fall of her cleavage on full display. All three men stared with fully erect cocks, swallowing repeatedly.
When the University TA finally grabbed both her armpits and pulled her up, my wife clutched the front of her dress and rose on shaky legs. She slipped her right arm back inside. Even though she moved with care, flashes of bare skin kept appearing. The men watched the half-undressed, sexy junior with dazed, hungry grins.
Now it was my wife's turn. The dice rolled. When she flipped the card at her piece's landing spot, her eyes widened and she froze, unable to read it aloud. The University TA snatched it from her and read it out.
"Kiss along the spine of the person next to you."
"Oh!!!"
The room erupted in cheers.
"Who is it? Chaehui, who are you doing it to?"
"Obviously me, right?"
"Fuck off, it's me!"
My wife watched their childish bickering in a daze. It almost looked cute. In the end they settled it with rock-paper-scissors, and the studio owner won.
"Whoa, shit. If I'm getting kissed along the spine, I guess I have to take my shirt off," the senior laughed, peeling off his top. Having just been discharged from the military, his upper body was packed with solid muscle. He lay face-down on the floor.
"Chaehui, if you're doing it, come from below and lick upward," he said, pointing toward his ass. Chaehui tucked her hair behind one ear and obediently crawled between his legs, kneeling right behind his buttocks. Since he lay with his legs spread, she was essentially kneeling between his thighs.
"Let's start," he called over his shoulder before lowering his head again. Chaehui let out a tiny sigh, placed both hands on his sides, and leaned down. The already low-cut dress gaped open, offering a generous view of her cleavage. From behind, when her face reached his waist, her skirt rode all the way up, revealing the lower curves of her ass and the edge of her panties.
The instant her tongue touched his skin, he asked, "Chaehui, you probably haven't done anything like this with Gyeongsu, right?"
"…No…"
"First time licking a man?"
"…Yes…"
"Oh… So back when you dated, it was just kissing and having your tits sucked? Nothing else?"
"……"
Choi Donggu. The man who had taken my wife's first kiss and groped her had also fondled her ass and pussy several times. Unable to lie, she hesitated. The guy lying beneath her clicked his tongue.
"Hey, save the questions for later. I'm so fucking horny I could die right now."
The others snickered. "Fine, fine. Let Chaehui finish quickly."
Even then my wife remained bent over, her face hovering just above his back. He could feel her warm breath. Her tongue emerged and touched the vertebrae just above his belt.
"Ugh… that feels so fucking good."
With her tongue extended, she slowly licked upward along his spine. Every few inches she closed her mouth to swallow, and each time her moist lips pressed against his skin. My wife was kissing a man's bare back. The University TA moved behind her to enjoy the view. Because she kept her knees together, her ass looked even rounder and fuller. While admiring the sight, he suddenly flipped her skirt up.
Ice cake! It was a prank my wife had suffered countless times in school—every student in the building had probably seen her panties at least once. Now, years later as a university student, it was happening again.
"Kyaaak!" She shrieked, twisting around. She lost her balance and collapsed onto the man lying beneath her. Her skirt stayed hiked up, completely exposing her ass. Her long legs splayed out, wrapping around his. She quickly reached back to tug the fabric down.
"Hey, you can't stop. That's part of the game. It's fun, isn't it?" the University TA said shamelessly. My wife gave him a small, reluctant smile as if she found it amusing too.
"Come on, Chaehui. Again. No stopping this time. Want me to keep interfering?"
"…I understand…"
She resumed position, kneeling once more. She lowered her upper body and placed her tongue on his back again. Her ass rose invitingly. The University TA's hand returned to it.
"Uh… uh… so good." A pleased groan escaped the man lying down.
"…………!" Her skirt was lifted again. Cool air brushed her exposed crotch. Her ass twitched.
"You can't stop. This is the penalty," the University TA said with a lewd grin. Realizing she had to finish quickly, my wife licked faster, dragging her tongue up his spine. But from her current angle she couldn't reach his neck without adjusting. With no other choice, she spread her legs wider—panties fully on display—and placed her knees on either side of his torso. The position became a perfect doggy-style pose. From behind, the University TA stared at her panties and thrust his hips into the air in mock fucking motions. The man in front could only giggle helplessly.
When her tongue finally neared the man's neck, the University TA boldly caressed her ass over the panties with both hands. Startled, she lifted her head.
"Hey! You can't stop!"
At his warning she made a tearful face and buried herself again. His hands grew even bolder, openly stroking and squeezing her firm cheeks through the thin fabric.
"Wow! Chaehui's ass is incredible. So tight and bouncy! That lucky bastard Gyeongsu doesn't know how good he has it."
It was finally over. My wife's saliva glistened from the man's belt line all the way to his neck. She climbed off him, pulled her skirt down, and sat primly once more. Her face was flushed crimson. She had just licked a man's bare body for the first time. Although Choi Donggu had groped her ass and pussy several times before, this was different—showing her panties and having her ass fondled in front of three ravenous wolves. The wet sensation of the University TA's tongue on her armpit still lingered vividly on her skin.
The clock read ten. It was time to go home, but the men had no intention of letting her leave.
"Oppas… I really should go now…"
"Huh? Already? Then… let's play just one more game before you go. The final round!"
"That's all right, isn't it, Chaehui?"
She glanced at her phone. Fortunately there were still no messages from home.
"…Yes…"
"Then for the last game…" the University TA announced with a wicked smile, "the final game has to be… the King Game!"