Her Sweet Home (3)
His cock — thick, flushed dark, veins standing out in ridges of blue — was buried between the pale cheeks of her ass. And at the most dramatic possible moment, her phone started ringing. The sound grated against my ears.
I would allow nothing to come between us in this space that belonged to her and me alone.
"Hah... What do I do...!"
She checked the screen and stared up at me with startled eyes. Of all people, at this hour — Seongdae's dad. Had he been drinking? Or had he somehow caught a whiff of something?
Either way, I was clearly not pleased that the bald bastard was interrupting my time with her.
"I... I should pick up, right?"
The ringing, which I'd figured would die out after a few seconds, just kept going. A call from her husband had never been part of whatever scenario she'd had in her head.
My cock, already stiff as a rod, was buried deep between the curves of her thighs and the dark thatch of her pubic hair. When I clenched and rolled my hips, I could feel it twitch against the walls of her pussy.
"Hngh... What do I do..."
The sound that escaped her was half moan, half panic.
"Just pick up..."
"Then... pull out for a second..."
Her wide eyes locked onto mine. A strange, twisted thrill surged through me. Here I was, in a married couple's most private bedroom, my cock buried deep between her white thighs — and she was hesitating over a call from the husband who knew nothing. The whole situation felt even more perversely erotic.
"No... Just answer it."
"What? How am I supposed to pick up like this?"
"Hurry. Before it disconnects. What if he's on his way here?"
"Hah... Then... shh... you have to stay quiet!"
I looked into her eyes and nodded. Those wide eyes still full of worry, she pressed the answer button.
"Hello...?"
Anyone listening would have known her voice was off. It trembled on that very first word.
Seongdae's dad's voice came through the receiver. He sounded a little flushed, and I could hear him clearly from where I was.
"Oh... I'm just here..."
Pinned beneath the weight of my body, the phone pressed to her ear, she kept glancing at me nervously — as if she were begging me not to move, to just stay still.
Seongdae's dad had clearly been drinking. His thoroughly drunk voice came spilling through the receiver.
What, he called just to drunk-dial her?
"Aigoo. Why all of a sudden... Did you drink a lot?"
I got pissed off for no good reason. This wasn't anything that needed a call at this hour. His drunken rambling was interrupting the intimate time that belonged to her and me.
My cock, already filling her slick pussy to the brim, started to react as if it were angry too. I drew my hips back slightly and began to push slowly back into her.
"Hngh....."
As my thick cock drove into her, a moan slipped out with her exhale. She clapped a hand over her mouth in alarm.
"Hah.... Ah... Nothing... I was just doing something."
Her wide eyes pleaded with mine. Those big eyes were shaking, warning me not to touch what I absolutely shouldn't.
The more those eyes begged me, the more I wanted to make things even harder for her. And I wanted to let the husband on the other end of that line know, just a little, what was happening right now.
The wife you think is yours alone is anything but. She was barely holding the conversation together with my cock buried deep inside her.
"Ah... I was working out..."
A hint of suspicion crept into the voice on the other end. Fair enough — it was already past midnight.
"Yeah... I got caught up with some things today, so I started a little late... Ahh..."
I got up on my knees and spread her legs wide. Then I started a slow, steady piston into her. My thick cockhead pushed through her dark thatch and drove deep into the pink flesh inside.
"Hngh....."
She was talking to her husband, barely holding back the moans that kept leaking out. The bald bastard just kept rambling on about whatever he wanted to say — how time was fleeting, how the fish they'd caught today had been, how they should all come out together next time. Pointless chatter, eating into the time that belonged to just the two of us.
Jesus. At this point, just hang up already.
I was getting angry at her for sitting there listening to his drunken rambling. She was taking in his voice so meekly, like the obedient wife who hung on her husband's every word.
"Hoo..."
I gradually picked up the pace of my thrusting. My cock, veins standing out thick and blue, drove rapidly into the pink flesh of her pussy.
Thwap... thwap... thwap...!
The wet, squelching friction of my cock grinding inside her started to fill the room. Anyone listening even a little carefully would have heard it through the receiver.
"Hngh... Shh... Shhh..."
She put a finger to her lips, begging me to be quiet. But I had no intention of going easy on her. I was burying my rock-hard cock in her pussy and savoring the thrill of fucking a wife behind her husband's back.
"Hngh....."
Her moan traveled down the line to her husband.
"Hah.... Yeah.... Hoo.... I'm doing the hardest position..."
She offered the excuse carefully. I hooked her thick, meaty thighs over my shoulders, lifted that plump ass of hers slightly, and slotted my cock back into her.
Thwap...! Thwap...!
With her thick ass lifted, my cock was sucked even deeper, as if she were pulling me in. The white sheets were already growing damp with the juices she'd spilled. She'd probably have to wash the bedding first thing after we finished tonight.
"Hah... I'm almost done."
Thwap... thwap... thwap...!
I pictured Seongdae's dad, naked in this same bedroom, fucking her. I pictured her face, flushed red, crying out that she loved him while impaled on his cock.
When would I ever hear her say she loved me? Was it even possible to dominate her mind the way my thick cock dominated her body?
The thought that I was still a long way from that filled me with a pointless, ugly jealousy. I drove my cock even harder, deeper into her dripping pussy.
"Hngh... Okay... How's Seongdae?"
She's asking after that Seongdae bastard now? She doesn't even care that she's having sex with me?!
I wanted to snatch the phone and throw it, then crush my mouth against hers. I took her legs down from my shoulders and folded them. Folded up like a frog, her pale, thick thighs stood out even more.
God... that's so fucking sexy...
The sight of her on the phone with her husband, pussy spread open for another man, holding back her moans — it was filthy in the best way. Juices were pouring out of a body that was the complete opposite of that neat, wholesome face of hers.
Still on my knees, I shoved my cock even deeper into her pussy. Her juices dripped off my shaft as it plunged in with a wet, sucking sound.
"Hngh... Yeah... You should head in..."
Thwap!.. Thwap!.. Thwap!..
Squelch... squelch...
"Hngh... O-of course... Don't worry."
A voice thick with suspicion came through the receiver. Seongdae's dad seemed to have picked up, on some gut level, that something was off about her voice.
"Hhk.... Nngh....."
Even my cock, rapidly stirring up her pussy, couldn't ignore his voice. I slowly spread her legs and laid myself over her. The rustle of the bedding carried straight through the phone.
"Yeah... Of course... What else would I be doing..."
"Yeah... Want me to show you...?"
She was actually being bold enough to provoke him. Was she seriously about to send him a video of herself naked if it came to that?
"Yeah... You too. Get some sleep... You worked hard taking Seongdae out today."
Click.
The call finally ended, and her wide eyes looked up at me with something like resentment. Anxiety and relief were mixed together on a face that looked ready to say something at any second.
"I was on the phone... hngh... what were you thinking... hngh..."
I didn't stop thrusting. I just looked into her eyes.
Her white skin was flushed red, heat blooming across it. Those always-tempting breasts of hers were swaying, bouncing in time with the movement of my cock.
"Hngh.... Hahhn....."
"Getting fucked by me while you're on the phone with your husband turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Hahhn.... Ahh... Don't say that..."
The moment the call ended, she was right back to being my coquettish little pet. That sexy voice she never showed her husband only got me more worked up.
"Hah... My cock feels better than your husband's, doesn't it?"
"Hngh.... Hahhn...."
"Answer me!"
Thwap... thwap... thwap...!
Her white sheets were already soaked through, going translucent. Pre-cum was beading from my cockhead as I drove it deep into her spread, trembling pussy.
She was clutching the white sheets in both hands now, taking my cock. Her eyes were closed on that pale, refined face, and her breasts were rolling and bouncing in time with every thrust.