A Virtuous Wife's Transgression (3)
She didn't stop my hand as it slipped beneath the tight t-shirt clinging to her body. Her eyes drifted slowly shut, surrendering herself to my touch.
"Hahh...."
The last time I'd slept with her, I'd been racing toward a single purpose: satisfying her as a seonsu. This time, I was going to devour her body for my pleasure alone. This wasn't a paid transaction. I was going to seize the upper hand in our relationship and toy with her, seduce her, ruin her however I pleased.
"Nngh...."
The soft give of her flesh met my palm at her waist. My hand traced the plush line of her side, every inch of her yielding and warm. I moved slowly, deliberately, climbing toward her upper body until my fingers found the fabric of the bra cupping her full breasts. I wanted nothing more than to tear her clothes off and maul those heavy mounds right then and there — but I held back. I was going to take my time exploring her.
"Mmph...."
"Haaah...."
The moment I slipped my hand inside her bra and seized a handful of her breast, a groan spilled from both of our mouths at once. One hand wasn't enough to contain her. Her flesh spilled between my fingers, overflowing my grip.
I began peeling her shirt upward, baring those generous breasts as the fabric bunched and climbed. Her pale waist came into view, the t-shirt caught across her chest in a pose so lewd it made my mouth go dry. She didn't have the kind of cinched, sculpted waist men usually drooled over — but the natural, velvety white of her skin only made my cock throb harder.
"Hup...."
The shirt snagged on her swollen breasts and refused to come off easily. Those tits had to be a D-cup at the very least, and they were all natural — the kind of fullness you were simply born with. Her softly rising mounds filled my entire field of vision.
"Nngh...."
She bit down on her lip and abandoned herself to my hands. We'd already slept together once, and still she kept trying to cover her chest, as if the shame hadn't worn off at all.
"Stay still...."
I said it in a low voice, looking her straight in the face. Her hands trembled — but she didn't try again.
"Hngh...."
I stripped the t-shirt up and over her head. The apricot-colored bra wrapping her heavy breasts came into view. The nude-toned lingerie blended into her pale skin in a way that made the whole picture even filthier.
"Haaah.... Goddamn...."
A groan slipped out of me the instant those virtuous married tits filled my hands. Her white skin was already flushing a deep, feverish red.
"Nnh...."
I slid my hand behind her back and popped the clasp of her bra. Undoing a woman's underwear had become second nature by now.
A flicker of gratitude passed through me for the woman I loved — the one who'd made me into this. And right on its heels came the guilt. What would she do if she saw me like this, holding another woman's body?
I wondered if she'd be jealous. Some selfish part of me hoped she would be — hoped she'd get so jealous she'd never let me touch another woman again.
"Mmph...."
I peeled the bra off her arms, and those pale, abundant breasts spilled free. Even at that size, they didn't sag at all. If anything, they sat high and proud, each one crowned with a round, swollen areola.
"Hahh...."
She tried to cover herself again, shame flooding her face — but I brushed her hands aside. Just looking at a virtuous wife's bare tits was enough to make a bead of clear fluid well at the tip of my cock.
I lowered my mouth to her nipple and sucked it in. Hers was bigger than my woman's, and it slipped between my lips with ease.
"Haaang...."
A hot moan tore out of her. When my tongue began lapping at her areola, her whole body started to twist. She bit down hard on her lip and threw her head back.
I kneaded both of those heavy breasts with my hands and ravaged her nipples without mercy. My tongue traced slow, wet paths across her white skin — left and right, up and down, over and over.
"Nngh...."
She clapped a hand over her mouth, unable to hold the moans in any longer. The sight of her like that only made me lick harder, pouring more force into every stroke of my tongue across her chest.
"Haaah...."
I took my hands off her breasts and started on her lower half. Through the thin black slacks, I could feel every contour of her thighs.
My fingers crossed her belly and found the zipper. Getting those pants down one-handed was another matter — they were stretched tight over her thick ass. I sat up and yanked them down with both hands.
"Oh—!"
She startled, but I didn't care. When I pulled harder, she lifted her hips just enough to help. Those meaty ass cheeks and thick thighs came into view, along with a pair of nude-toned panties.
"Fuuu...."
Her lower body was just as stunning the second time around. The curve of her hips dropping away from her waist, the heavy underside of that generous ass — it was all waiting for me. No man on earth could look at that and not get hard.
"Hngh...."
She covered the crotch of her panties with one hand, embarrassed all over again. But the moment I breathed hot air against her groin, she flinched as if it tickled and pulled her hand away.
"Hahk...."
The nude-toned panties were lace and sheer mesh. Her dark pubic hair showed right through them, a few stray hairs peeking out past the fabric. There wasn't much of it — and somehow that made it even filthier.
Now it was my turn to strip. My cock was already standing at full attention, screaming to be let out. I'd been hard for so long it had started to ache.
I tore my clothes off and threw them aside. All I wanted now was to bury myself deep inside her.
"Nngh...."
I laid my body over hers, her underwear still on. The press of my younger, leaner frame — the muscle, the heat — seemed to light her up even faster. That pale skin of hers had gone completely flushed, waiting for me.
I set my hand on her hip and traced the line of her panties. The moment my fingers hooked the waistband, her hand caught my wrist.
"Nngh... stop... please stop...."
"Hahh... do you really want me to tell someone about this?"
I looked her dead in the eye. Those wide pupils wavered — and then her hand fell away.
Freed from her grip, the panties hung loosely over her groin, barely covering her. I eased them down. Sparse black pubic hair came into view, and a thick, musky scent rose from between her legs.
"Fuuu...."
I brought my nose close and drew a deep breath. That sweet, filthy smell hit me hard. She squirmed, rubbing those thick thighs together in embarrassment.
We were both completely naked now, feeling the heat of each other's skin. Everywhere my hands went, her body answered.
"Nngh......"
The moment my fingers pushed between those meaty thighs, a moan burst out of her. She was already soaked. Her juices coated my fingers as they slid along her flushed, swollen folds and sank into the heat between her pubic hair.
"Hngh.....!"
I pushed my index finger inside and her whole body twisted. She was wet enough that it slipped in without resistance, grinding against her deepest spot.
The wet, filthy sounds of my finger working inside her filled the room. Before long her back was arched, her pink pussy on full display.
"Hngh.... haahk.....!"
Hot, dazed moans spilled from her mouth. I'd only put one finger in her and she was already coming apart, wound so tight she looked ready to climax.
"Fuuu...."
When I finally pulled my finger out, it was glistening, coated thick with her juices. I smeared them slowly across her belly. Under the red motel lighting, the wet streaks on her skin caught the light and shone.
"Haang...."
She moaned at the sudden emptiness, as if she already missed the stretch. Hot breath poured from between her flushed lips, and those thick thighs were trembling.
She was fully gone now. Completely in heat.
I was at my limit too. My cock had been standing rock-hard for so long it was begging me — pleading with me — to finally taste her.
I rose onto my knees and brought the head of my cock to her entrance.
"Hngh...."
The instant my tip teased her opening, her thighs fell open. That pink pussy spread itself for me, practically begging to be fucked.
I took hold of myself and started rubbing the head slowly against her folds. Her thighs jerked, twitching with little spasms.
"Haaang.....!"
"Fuuu...."
Her pale legs opened into an M. My cock — so hard it felt carved from stone — began to sink, slowly, into the heat of her pussy.