Making Your Husband Submit (2)
"Good... stall for more time. Keep him talking."
I murmured it low into the microphone clipped to my earphones. Every word I spoke would carry straight through the AirPods nestled in her ears.
"What is it you're looking for...?"
Seongdae's father's voice trembled, just barely. He was staring at her like a man who'd never laid eyes on a beauty like this in the whole neighborhood — a complete one-eighty from the halfhearted greeting he'd given when she first walked in.
"Ah... this is a little embarrassing..."
Mi-kyeong twisted her thighs together as she spoke. Her face was flushed, and her voice came out laced with coquetry.
"Wh-what is it?"
"Um... vaginal cleanser."
"Excuse me!?"
She pressed on as if she were mortified. The unexpected item that left her lips had Seongdae's father completely flustered.
"Ah... we don't sell that kind of thing here."
"Oh no... I was sure you'd have it..."
"Um.... you might want to try the convenience store next door..."
Before long his face was burning crimson. Seeing him flushed as if he'd been drinking sent a strange kind of thrill through me.
Heh... good... she's doing well...
"Do you happen to have any pain patches?"
"Huh? Yes! Yes. Of course we do. Pain patches, sure. Here... here they are."
Flustered, Seongdae's father pulled out a patch and pressed it into her hand. His fingers trembled as they closed around hers.
"Could I ask you for just one little favor...?"
She was performing everything I'd instructed her to do with practiced skill. Her family's fate hung on this act — she couldn't afford to half-ass a single beat of it.
"Oh, of course... wh-what kind of favor?"
Thoroughly rattled, Seongdae's father was already nodding before he'd even heard the request.
"My body's been running a little hot, and I want to put this patch on.... could you help me apply it?"
"The... the patch?"
"Yes. Pretty please~"
The cutesy lilt in her voice made it impossible to picture her as a schoolteacher. Between that voluptuous, sex-drenched look of hers and that coy, honeyed tone, there wasn't a man alive who wouldn't fall for it.
"Ah... alright.. then. Where should I put it?"
"Um... could you close the door first!"
She flashed Seongdae's father a smiling glance and shut the supermarket door. Watching her from a distance, I had no choice but to focus on the sounds coming through.
"Why are you cl-closing the door?"
"Oh, because it's embarrassing. What if someone sees?"
I could feel that coy smile of hers even through the earphones.
That sly little fox....
"Where should I put it?"
"There are a few spots. Start with my back, please. My shoulder's been catching since yesterday....."
She swept her long, wavy hair over one shoulder, stood in front of him, and turned her back. Her voluptuous backside was laid bare before Seongdae's father's eyes — that cinched waist and those thick, meaty ass cheeks poured into a pair of skin-tight denim hot pants.
"Hah....."
A soft rustle came through the receiver — the sound of her slowly lifting her top.
"Here... right here on my back, please."
"Wh-what are you doing right now?"
Seongdae's father's flustered voice came through loud and clear.
"My lower back just hurts so much... you'll help me, won't you..?"
"Ahem... ahem.... here?"
As Mi-kyeong pulled her top higher, her smooth waist and pale skin came fully into view.
"A little... higher... no. A little higher still.."
She guided his hands deeper as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As she hiked her clothes even higher, the strap of her red bra slipped into view. That scarlet strap wrapping around the white swell of her breasts would only pull his gaze in deeper, more lewdly. I'd picked out that bra color myself.
"H-here...?"
"Ah... yes, put it on below the bra strap."
"What? Below the bra strap?"
Her demands were growing bolder by the second. To stick a patch right below her underwear, he'd have to either unhook her bra or slide his hand underneath it.
"I... I don't think I can do this?"
Seongdae's father's awkward, flustered voice came through the earphones exactly as it was.
That's it... she's doing great... just a little more... just a little more aggressive...!
Without even realizing it, I was cheering Mi-kyeong on in my head. Every move she made had my romance with the woman I loved hanging in the balance.
"Why not... just hold on a second."
"Huh!?..."
A soft snap. In that instant she unhooked the bra strap wrapping around her ample breasts, and those heavy tits looked ready to spill forward. I could almost hear Seongdae's father's breath catch through the phone. This was like a windfall dropping into the middle of an ordinary day, and he couldn't even process it.
"Wh-wh-what is this?"
"It's because my back hurts so much. Hurry, before someone comes."
Mi-kyeong's voice was trembling slightly. She never would have imagined a situation like this either. A schoolteacher who'd spent her days standing at the podium, refined and proper — and now here she was, unhooking her own bra in front of a strange man.....
The sight of her fallen like this was so filthy it made me crazy. If I had my way, I'd have ripped those hot pants off her right then and driven my thick cock into her.
"Uh... h-here? Should I put it here?"
Intimidated, Seongdae's father barely managed to rest his palm against her white, soft flesh. Mi-kyeong's silky skin would be pouring right into the palm of his hand.
"Hah... a little higher..."
She must have felt his touch, because a faint moan slipped from her lips. She was the type overflowing with lust by nature — in a situation this filthy, her pussy would already be getting wet. Just thinking about the slick juices soaking through those red mesh panties that barely covered her plump ass made my cock swell hard.
"There. That's done... whew..."
Following Mi-kyeong's instructions, Seongdae's father finally got the patch stuck to her back and let out a heavy sigh. His eyes were still glued to the cinched line of her waist and the smooth skin above it. I couldn't see it from here, but his cock would be standing at full attention too.
"Thank you. But... there's one more spot..."
"Uh... where?"
Mi-kyeong was about to play her trump card. Her greatest weapon — the kind of charm that drove every man insane — was about to hit Seongdae's father right where it counted.
"But... I'm not sure I can put it on here..."
"Uh... where is it...?"
I could almost hear him swallow from here.
"Do you happen to have a space inside I could step into for a moment?"
"A space?"
That's right. Given that the supermarket had to stay open for nearly twenty hours a day, there was a little rest area set up beside the counter. Late at night he'd sleep on the fold-out cot in there, or gather his buddies for a few rounds of cards. Knowing that space existed was easy information to come by for someone like me, who'd been Seongdae's neighbor.
"There is one, but..... where exactly are you trying to put it?"
His voice was clearly tense, but there was a thread of anticipation mixed in too. He was wound tight, like a student waiting for the teacher to hand him a piece of candy.
"Mmm... which way do I go in?"
An even thicker layer of cutesy charm coated her voice.
"Th-this way."
Seongdae's father took Mi-kyeong's hand and led her around the side of the counter. He was completely under her spell — every last scrap of wariness toward her had evaporated.
This is going way too smoothly.....
A flicker of unease passed through me, but I told myself some days just go like this and focused on the sounds coming through the earphones.
"Oh my. So this space was here all along. There's even a bed — how nice."
Mi-kyeong stepped into Seongdae's father's secret little room and made a show of looking around.
"Nice, right? This is where I take my breaks. Heh heh."
"It really is... you could even catch a nap in here."
"Heh heh... of course. So... where exactly do you need my help?"
Seongdae's father's tone had already turned plenty lecherous.
"Mmm.... this is so embarrassing... could you turn around for a moment?"
"T-turn around?"
"Yes... it's a rather embarrassing spot..."
She let the words out in a soft, melting voice, dripping with coquetry.
"Yes... of course. I'll turn around. Just tell me when you're ready."
A snap. A rustle. Then a muffled moan came down the earphone cord, mixed with the sound of something being peeled off. Those denim hot pants were scraping free of her thick ass and thighs, making a lewd, dragging friction — that moan of hers would be from how tightly the jeans clung as she struggled to get them off. Just imagining the scene from those sounds alone had my cock at full mast.
"I'm done... you can turn around now."
"Hhk....!"
Seongdae's father's startled gasp came through perfectly. An unimaginable sight was unfolding right before his eyes. Pre-cum had already seeped from his thick cock and soaked his underwear through.