Making Your Husband Submit (6)
Leaving Seongdae's Father behind, she and I stepped out of the convenience store. But the look on my beloved's face was anything but good.
"What's on your mind?"
I asked, pretending I hadn't noticed a thing.
"Ah... it's nothing. I was just thinking."
She said it was nothing, but I could tell from her expression alone that something was eating at her. It had to be Mi-kyeong.
They say a woman's intuition is a terrifying thing. She must have picked up on something off about the way Seongdae's Father and Mi-kyeong had looked so flustered. The sight of that woman walking out of his room with those ample breasts and that plump, taut ass on full display must have gotten under her skin. For all I knew, she might even have caught a glimpse of that cloudy fluid trailing down Mi-kyeong's thick thighs.
"You really don't look okay. Want to come over to my place?"
Watching her fret over her husband with me standing right there in front of her made irritation flare up for no good reason. Part of me wanted to play her the recording of Seongdae's Father and Mi-kyeong fucking right then and there.
But it wasn't time yet. Seongdae's Father wasn't the only obstacle standing between her and me that needed to be removed.
"To your place...?"
She didn't seem particularly eager. A woman already wondering whether she'd just met her husband's secret mistress wasn't going to jump at my invitation.
"Yeah. Let's go to my place and talk for a bit. I want to be with you."
I leaned in and whispered it low against her ear. I wanted to wipe that cheating husband of hers clean out of her head.
"Alright. Let's go to your place."
Her face flushed a little, as if my words had embarrassed her. The deep cleft of her cleavage disappearing into her T-shirt pulled at my gaze.
Before I knew it she was on my bed with her legs spread, a faint moan slipping from her lips.
"Haa... Dongho... slow down..."
The instant she'd opened the front door of Dongho's House, I'd taken her by the hand and pushed her down onto my mattress. As she tumbled onto the bed, her smooth legs spilled into view beneath that loose, generous skirt.
Fuck. I thought I was going to die from how badly I wanted her.
Listening to Seongdae's Father and Mi-kyeong go at it had already gotten my cock dripping. Pre-cum had soaked my underwear through, and the hard-on tenting my pants was begging me to let it empty itself.
"Dongho... wait... let me go wash up first."
She seemed startled by how aggressively I was coming at her. Sprawled across the bed, her white thighs were laid bare inside her skirt, completely exposed. No matter how many times I looked at it, that thick, meaty lower half of hers made my mouth water.
Maybe it was because I felt like Seongdae and his father had stolen my partner Mi-kyeong from me. Without meaning to, a rough, ugly strength had crept into my hands.
No matter how much those two flew or crawled, the woman I loved was only ever going to get fucked on my cock.
"Nnh...!"
I laid my body over hers and began slowly licking at her lips. The moment I felt how soft they were, my pants twitched in response. Then I slid my hand deep inside her thin T-shirt. She didn't stop me. She just closed her eyes.
Ah...
A thick groan tore out of me. She wasn't wearing a thing underneath that shirt. She'd come to meet me in nothing but a cardigan over a braless T-shirt, answering my call.
Even for a married woman, that was reckless. What if someone had seen? The thought of some other man catching the outline of her nipples poking through her shirt only pissed me off more. Her body was mine. I was the only one who got to look at it.
I pushed her T-shirt up and dragged my tongue over her pink areola. The pebbled texture wound pleasantly around my tongue. She must have felt the jolt, because her thighs started twisting together under her skirt.
"Why'd you come out without a bra?"
"Haaang... mmph..."
She didn't answer. Whatever resistance she'd had lasted only a moment. She was already sinking into pleasure under my hands — hands that had become more familiar than her husband's.
I sucked at her, slow and wet, and her nipple brushed my teeth, as sweet as ever no matter when I bit down. The way she shuddered at the stimulation only made her look more obscene. Heat was blooming across that demure face of hers, her eyes still closed.
I peeled the T-shirt up over her head. Her ample breasts bounced free, spilling forward. Her pink nipples glistened with my saliva, and the kiss marks I'd left last time were still stamped across her chest.
"Did you do it with your husband?"
"Haa... no..."
"You sure? He didn't ask?"
"He did... a few times. Forced it, even."
"Forced it? And then?"
"I lied and said I was on my period. So I didn't."
"Really?"
"Yeah... really. I listened to you, didn't I?"
She looked up at me with that dazed, heated expression, a little smile playing on her face, as if she'd done something good and was waiting to be rewarded.
For a moment I pictured Seongdae's Father hanging off her body — that greedy look on his face as he groped her just to scratch his own itch. The woman I loved had turned her own husband down for my sake. Watching her gaze up at me like that, I found her painfully, impossibly dear.
"Good girl. From now on, you ask my permission first."
"Haaang... how am I supposed to..."
"I mean it. If he tries to force you again, you tell me."
I meant every word. If Seongdae's Father tried to put his hands on her again, I was going to make sure he never got near her. I already had the evidence I needed to drive a wedge between husband and wife, sitting right in the palm of my hand.
"Nngh.... ahh...."
I grabbed her breasts hard and sucked one nipple, then the other, back and forth. Already slick with saliva, they stood up even stiffer. When her thighs twisted together again, I let my hand slide slowly down her waist, following that narrow curve toward her groin.
"Haa.... nnh...."
Her hot breath tickled my ear. She was writhing against me now, moaning with pleasure, as if she had never once tried to push me away.
I eased my hand under her skirt. I could have sworn I felt the heat rolling off her pussy against my fingertips.
"Haa... Dongho..."
A coaxing, honeyed note slipped into her voice. The way she said my name always sounded filthy, no matter how many times I heard it.
I was out of time. The head of my cock was already jerking against my pants, a thick bead of pre-cum hanging off the tip.
"Haaang....!"
My fingertips finally found her over her panties. Just as I'd expected — she was already soaked, her pussy pushing wetness out against my hand. I pulled out from under her skirt and looked at my fingers. The juices that had seeped through the fabric clung to the tips. I rubbed them together, playing with how thick and slick she was.
"Aahh... that's embarrassing. Dongho. Don't."
She grabbed my hand the moment she saw what I was doing, her face burning. The two of us tussling like that, half playful and half filthy, felt almost like a real couple.
"No bra, but you kept the panties on."
"Yeah..."
She nodded slowly, shy. Who would ever guess that this woman — who looked like she ought to be modest and composed — had been walking around outside in nothing but a pair of panties under that skirt? From now on I was going to manage even her underwear.
I pictured all the ways I was going to own her, piece by piece, and slowly drew her panties down.
They slid off with a whisper, barely covering that ample ass before slipping down her smooth thighs and off her legs entirely. The feel of that soft skin under my hands nearly started a riot in my pants.
I let out a breath and undid my belt. I shoved my pants and underwear down in one motion, and my cock sprang free, just as I'd expected — a thick smear of pre-cum clinging to the head.
"Shall I put it in?"
"Haa.... yeah..."
She nodded slowly. On any other day I would have gone down on her first, worked over that whole lower half with my mouth — but right now I was past the point of waiting. My cock, already wound tight from Mi-kyeong and Seongdae's Father, was screaming to be buried inside her.
"Hh—."
"Nnh....!"
"Haa...."
A moan broke from both of us at once. As my cock began to push into her pussy, she spread her legs wide into an M. She was already so wet she hadn't needed any more foreplay at all. I could feel her inner walls wrapping around me, clinging.
"Aahhng.... it's too big...."
She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned under my rough thrusts. Her skirt was shoved up around her waist, and a flush of heat was spreading over those thick thighs and that pale body.
Slap... slap...
My cock, burning hot, started tearing through her without restraint. She clutched my ass with both hands, her breath coming out in scorching little moans.
"Haaang... haang..."
"Nngh....!"
I drove into her even deeper. Today I was going to fill that pussy of hers to the brim, no question.
The tension that had been eating at me — the fear that Mi-kyeong's plan might fall apart — was finally starting to loosen. Today I was going to give myself a reward for all the work. And the best reward I could think of was a long, burning fuck with her.
Slap... slap... slap...!
"Aahh... nngh....!"
As if she understood exactly what I wanted, she lifted her hips just enough to let my cock sink even deeper.