Making Your Husband Submit (5)
Seongdae's Father began to empty himself into Mi-kyeong's soaked pussy.
"Don't come inside...!"
"Hah... hah... stay still...!"
Mi-kyeong tried to stop him, but his cock was already slamming into her plump ass in a rapid, relentless piston. The wet squelch of friction and the raw slap of flesh came through the earphones in unfiltered, filthy detail.
"Hngh.... nnngh...! Th-that's enough..."
"Hah! Ngh... mmph....!"
Seongdae's Father clamped down on her thighs and drove himself even deeper. His thick, vein-ridged cock twitched inside her, the shaft flushed a dark, angry purple.
"Hngh.....!"
"Aahh.... haahh...."
A moan and a gasp tore from both their mouths at once. He shuddered, panting out a rush of hot breath, and I knew he had finally started pouring his semen into her.
His thick, concentrated cum flooded her pussy, mixing with her thin juices as it pushed into her deepest places, filling her completely.
"Haahh...."
A low, rich moan spilled from Mi-kyeong's lips as she grabbed his ass and pulled. For all her protests, she was drawing his hips tighter against her sex, pressing him deeper.
"Hah....! Nngh....!"
His thick, ragged groan filled the earphones. I could picture it perfectly — his cock buried inside her, pulsing as it dumped load after load.
That should do it....!
Thanks to Mi-kyeong's performance, the operation was on the verge of success. I hung up the call connected to her and hit the record button to stop the tape.
"Dongho, what's going on?"
The woman I loved was standing right in front of me. No — she was still Seongdae's Father's wife, still Seongdae's mother. She had dropped what she was doing the moment I called and come running.
Through the gap in her cardigan, the full, rounded shape of her breasts showed plainly beneath her T-shirt. I wanted nothing more than to slip my hand inside that shirt right then and slowly roll her stiff nipples between my fingers.
"Ah... you came."
"Yeah. What's going on?"
She looked up at me with wide, curious eyes, thrown by the sudden summons. That innocent face of hers was so lovely it hurt.
"Well... I came by the store, but the door wouldn't open. I thought maybe something was wrong."
"Huh? The door's locked?"
She stared at me, startled, and asked again. It made sense — Seongdae's Father spent more time at the store than he did at home. The place was his workplace and his hangout, the little neighborhood salon where he shot the breeze with anyone who walked in. He used to kill hours in that same back room, playing cards and poker.
The only reason I had been able to come and go from her house as I pleased was that he left it empty for so long.
"That can't be... He didn't say anything to me."
She looked across the street at the store, worry creeping into her voice. The moment she saw the door shut tight, her face darkened.
"I wonder if something happened..."
"Shall we go together?"
"Yeah. Let's go."
I played dumb and led her toward the store. The piece Mi-kyeong and I had put together was about to be finished.
The woman I loved walked toward it one anxious step at a time, worry written all over her face. How would she react if she saw her husband tangled up with another woman? I couldn't be sure — but the shock would be enormous. The collapse of the family she had given her whole life to, the betrayal by the man she had married — it would tear her apart.
I'm sorry... but this is the only way for us to be together...
Watching her walk, her ass swaying plainly beneath her skirt, I felt a pang of guilt. But the die was already cast. To have her completely, everything standing in the way of us had to be removed.
I bit down hard on my lip and waited for the finale.
The woman I loved stopped in front of the store and hovered there, peering in, trying to tell whether anyone was inside.
"Shall we go in?"
I pushed her, impatience getting the better of me.
After pacing a while longer, she finally reached for the handle.
The door clicked open, and she stepped inside.
Hot air wrapped around us the moment we crossed the threshold — the leftover heat of two people who, until seconds ago, had been moaning and grinding into each other.
"Wh-who's there?"
He must have heard us. Seongdae's Father was coming out of the back room, and the instant he saw his wife's face, the color drained out of him.
"What are you doing in there?"
The woman I loved looked at him with a puzzled frown, as if asking why he had locked up and what exactly he had been doing in that room.
"Oh my..."
That was when it happened. Mi-kyeong stepped out at the perfect moment, and the two of them came face to face.
"Who... are you...?"
The composed, proper woman who had gone into that room was gone. Mi-kyeong's appearance had come thoroughly undone. Her face was flushed the way a person's is after hard, frantic exercise — anyone could have seen it.
The woman I loved took her in slowly and parted her lips. The question underneath was obvious: why was this stranger coming out of that room?
I felt both of them freeze.
Seongdae and his father had both shoved their cocks into this woman's pussy and fucked her. The woman I loved had no idea. She just stood there, looking Mi-kyeong in the eye.
Mi-kyeong kept rubbing her thighs together, clearly bothered by how far her short skirt had ridden up. Given the timing, she hadn't even wiped his cum out of herself yet. Any second now it would start seeping down her thighs in a slow, warm trickle.
Something like excitement — like pleasure — gathered low in my gut before I could stop it.
"Ah... she's a customer of ours."
"A customer... why is she coming out of there...?"
I could read the suspicion on her face. A locked door. A strange woman walking out of the back room with her husband. Of course it looked wrong.
"Yeah. She asked me to find something for her. Why, what's going on?"
Seongdae's Father didn't give an inch. He squared his shoulders, looked the woman I loved dead in the eye, and answered like a man with nothing to hide.
"What was she looking for...?"
But she wasn't about to let it go either. His answer hadn't sat right, and she pressed him again.
"Oh my~ You must be his wife. Please don't misunderstand. I wasn't feeling well, so I asked him to put a pain patch on for me."
Mi-kyeong cut in from the side.
Hey... Mi-kyeong. This is not the time for you to jump in. Just stay quiet, damn it!
She stood facing the woman I loved with that flushed, feverish face, and somehow she looked like she was protecting Seongdae's Father.
What the hell is she thinking?
Her answer threw me too. The plan had been for the woman I loved to walk in on them having sex — no, to be shown it, raw and unmistakable.
I decided to wait and watch. One way or another, I had the recording of Mi-kyeong and Seongdae's Father fucking. I could erase him whenever I wanted.
The two of them standing there, wary of each other, was almost fascinating. A pair of proper, elegant married women — and both of them the kind who turned endlessly filthy the moment a man's cock was in front of them.
"A pain patch...?"
The woman I loved looked at Mi-kyeong, puzzled, and asked again. Her eyes were full of caution.
"Yes. I threw my back out at work, so I asked him to find a patch and put it on for me. He said they were in there."
Mi-kyeong answered slowly, holding her gaze. Confidence had already crept into her voice.
"Yeah. That's what happened."
The woman I loved hesitated, sinking into thought, and Seongdae's Father jumped in to back Mi-kyeong up. He had been panting so long his voice had gone hoarse.
"I see..."
In the end, she seemed to decide to believe him. Or maybe she decided she would choose to believe him. If she walked into that room right now, the traces of what the two of them had done would still be all over it.
I wanted nothing more than to take her in there and show her every filthy mark they had left behind. But I had no right to.
So this is only half a success...
"And what about you? What are you doing here?"
Seongdae's Father looked past her at me and asked. The dislike on his face was plain — he did not want me there.
"Ah. I came to buy something too."
"Then buy what you need and get going."
His tone was blunt, almost rude. He clearly resented me standing there watching the whole thing unfold.
Heh. Had your fun with Mi-kyeong, did you? You're finished. You don't even know I've got your life in my hands...
I laughed at him on the inside. I had already eaten his wife thoroughly, and I was about to wipe him out of her life for good.
"Well, I'll be going then..."
Mi-kyeong gave the woman I loved a small bow and slipped slowly out the door. Thin, watery juices were already running down the insides of her plump thighs.
"See you again."
She left Seongdae's Father with a strange, knowing little smile and those words. Then, just before she stepped out, she passed in front of me and shot me a sidelong glance.
I couldn't quite read her face. Why she had suddenly covered for Seongdae's Father — why she hadn't followed the plan — I wanted to know.
What is she thinking...?
Her face was still flushed and feverish from taking his thick cock only moments before.
Either way, the second I hit the launch button, Seongdae's Father was finished.
And in my head, the plans for taking out the next target were already starting to take shape.