A Virtuous Wife's Transgression (5)
She must have felt the hot rush of semen flooding into her, because the frantic circling of her hips began, at last, to slow. The look on her face as she straddled me was already half-gone, her mind somewhere far away.
Sweat glazed that pale skin. Damp strands of hair clung to her cheeks and throat.
"Hah... nngh.... ahh...."
Scorching moans spilled from her lips. Our bodies shuddered together, riding out the last trembling aftershocks of that burning stretch of sex.
"Haa..... it feels so good."
"Nngh....."
The words I whispered against her ear sent a tremor through her. Still buried to the hilt inside her, my cock leaked the last few drops of cum.
"Nngh.... haa...."
"Huu...."
When those final drops were spent, she folded herself slowly down onto my chest. I could feel her nipples — still stiff — pressing into me through the generous weight of her breasts. Crushed against my torso, those heavy tits spilled sideways, too full to hold their shape.
"Haa.... nngh...."
Her hot breath brushed my ear. She was panting in a slow, ragged rhythm, as if she might drift off at any second. Still lodged in her pussy, my cock gradually lost its hardness and began to slip free.
"Auh....."
She lifted that plump ass and eased me out of her, and the fluids that had been packed inside her cunt spilled down her thighs and pattered onto my stomach. At the wet sound of dripping cum, her face flushed with something like embarrassment.
"Haa.... that was.... that was so good."
I wrapped my arms around her as she lay draped over me, still riding the high. The last of the stiffness was already draining from the cock that had been throbbing inside her only moments before.
"Nngh....."
Listening to her ragged breathing and the hammer of her heartbeat, I felt like I could fall asleep right there.
After lingering in that long afterglow, she slowly climbed off me. She settled onto her side, and I slid my arm between her head and her neck, making a pillow of it as naturally as anything.
"Mmh...."
She shifted, nestling her head against my arm, and looked up at me. Those big eyes of hers were still trembling. Her cheeks burned red. Soft moans kept leaking from her swollen lips — the aftershocks of sex written all over her face, and it was lewd as hell.
"It feels good with me, doesn't it?"
"I.... I don't know...."
"You said five stars. You like my cock?"
"Nngh... don't say things like that."
A coy, almost kittenish whine slipped out of her. After two rounds she seemed to have gotten comfortable with me — she pressed herself even closer. Below that refined face of hers, those voluptuous breasts were on full display.
"Those jugs..... I mean.... your tits are seriously huge."
"....Don't be crude...."
She crossed her arms over her chest, shy. But even her hands couldn't cover them, and that only made the sight sexier.
"Have they always been this big?"
"Yeah.... they've been big since I was little."
She stole a bashful glance at her own chest, then gave one breast a little bounce with her palm. The stiff nipple standing on that pale mound jiggled with the motion.
"Huu....."
Tits that lush would put most porn stars to shame. The sight of her was too much. I couldn't hold back anymore. I laid my hand on that white breast and started kneading it, slow.
"Nngh...."
A faint moan escaped her.
"S.... stop....."
"Just stay still."
That soft skin melted into my palm. I worked her breast slowly, then rolled the nipple between my fingers. The moment it turned, her breathing went ragged.
"Nngh....."
She closed her eyes and started savoring the movement of my hand.
"Hey.... so.... Mi-kyeong."
".....Why would you use my name?"
Her eyes flew open. Hearing her own name out of nowhere, she looked thoroughly flustered.
"What's the problem? What should I call you, then? Valued customer?"
"That's not what I....."
"We said we'd drop the formalities when it's just the two of us. That's how I want it....."
I held her gaze and pressed her — not quite a threat, but not far from one. I needed us on equal footing until her mind belonged to me completely. She had to submit so thoroughly that she would jump at my every command. That was the only way this reckless operation would succeed.
"F.... fine....."
She looked anything but pleased, her expression stiff, but she nodded anyway. She knew better than to get on the nerves of a man who held her secret.
"Good. I've been wondering something."
"What...?"
"Why did you sleep with me....?"
"......"
It was a question that had been eating at me for a while. She had a husband. She had a kid. So why go looking for a young, vigorous man to fuck? She stayed silent, as if the question had put her in a tight spot.
"Answer me."
I said it while working both of her breasts with my hands. Thin moans kept slipping between her lips.
"I just..... wanted to....."
The most primitive answer there was. Could she simply not control her own lust? Those bursting, generous breasts swayed under my hands. I twisted a nipple, and a moan tore out of her.
"Why.... won't your husband do you?"
A flicker of panic crossed that refined face. Her body gave a little shiver, as if the young man's hands on her tits were getting her worked up all over again.
"......It's not that.... nngh...."
My fingers kept rolling that stiff nipple, and she finally broke into a moan.
"Give me the details."
"It's just.... not satisfying."
"What?"
"At some point.... sex with my husband stopped feeling good."
"So he's not satisfying you?"
"Yeah..... and lately he barely even does it. And then.... there was an incident."
Looking embarrassed, she slowly began to tell me her story.
The relationship with her older husband had never been smooth from the start. Sex with a man who possessed so little sexual appeal could never satisfy a woman as naturally, abundantly lustful as she was.
And after the child was born, even those infrequent encounters dried up completely. Her husband used exhaustion as an excuse and left her — a woman in her sexual prime — to fend for herself.
The virtuous wife had endured those lonely nights with a dildo buried in her pussy.... but that only lasted so long. In the end, what she needed was a warm body to soothe her hunger.
That was when she posted about her frustration on the moms' community she belonged to. Reading the comments from women who understood exactly how she felt, she realized there were quite a few married women in the same boat.
And then a private message arrived through the cafe. An anonymous username introduced her to a safe, discreet gathering — the Yubunyeo Club.
Open only to married women, the Yubunyeo Club was a sponsorship program: pay a set fee, and you could have sex with a young man. The message included a link to a private website.
"Oh my......"
Curiosity got the better of her. She followed the link — and the photos that loaded were nothing short of graphic.
Young men having sex with women who were clearly past forty. Shot to look like the real thing — raw, explicit, nothing left to the imagination.
"Hah..... what is this....."
Women around her own age, legs spread, taking young men's cocks. Thick shafts that had to be at least eight inches, buried to the hilt in their pussies.
They were nothing like her husband's. She stared, transfixed — and felt herself getting wet.
Safe. Discretion Guaranteed.
Welcome to the Yubunyeo Club.
"Yubunyeo.... Club?"
A flush still lingered on her face, and curiosity stirred beneath it. She clicked through the site, looking up how it worked, reading the reviews. A surprising number of married women were using the place and swapping information. The site itself was simply built, but it clearly had no shortage of users.
"Huu....."
And then she closed it. However starved for sex she might have been, she was a schoolteacher with a social standing to protect. Throwing her family away for a fuck was something she could not even imagine.
It was the night her husband came home from a company dinner. He stumbled into bed still dressed, dead drunk.
She had been drowning in sexual frustration. The moment she started peeling his clothes off, lust surged up from inside her pussy. She wanted to suck him off right then and there and take him into her cunt.
"Mmph...... who is it?"
As her hands worked his pants down, her drunk husband, eyes still closed, began to register her touch. Seeing him get hard for the first time in ages, her own pussy started leaking, slowly soaking through her panties.
"Haa..... not now.... my wife's watching...."
".....?"
The hand stroking his cock flinched. I must have misheard.... She tried to pretend she hadn't heard it.
"Haa... my Miss Kim... she loves sex so much..."
Miss Kim was his subordinate. A fresh graduate who had just joined his team.... He used to praise her for being energetic and eager.
And now an image exploded in her mind: Miss Kim riding her husband, that firm young ass bouncing. A girl in her prime, sucking him off. Her husband moaning, lost in it.
She stared at her husband, passed out drunk, and felt the rage catch fire.