The Husband Awakens (2)
My wife's soaked panties looked even more lewd under the lights. My beloved wife's thighs began to twist and squirm against each other.
I slowly drew the zipper of my pants downward. The cock that had swollen my crotch was throbbing as if it would burst free at any second, begging to be let out.
Fuck. This is so damn exciting.
The stiffly swollen shaft caught lightly on the zipper. How long had it been since I felt that catch of my cock when pulling down my pants? The long-missed sensation of an erect dick filled me with a strange, unexpected nostalgia.
“Hnn...”
Jangwoo slowly climbed atop my beloved wife's body. As his massive frame settled over her, her plump breasts jiggled slightly, revealing the stiff pink nipples standing at attention. Below them, the soft skin of her smooth waist and the curve of her hips came into full view.
And those palm-sized panties barely containing her full ass would only stoke his gaze further. The dark pubic hair peeking out past the fabric and the wet center of her panties, glossy with her juices, would be plain as day to his eyes as well.
“You're truly beautiful.”
An admiring sigh left Jangwoo's mouth. Every word was pure sincerity. Even to a man who had lusted after countless women's bodies, my beloved wife's figure would rank among the most lewd of them all.
“I'm embarrassed...”
When my beloved wife covered her sex with both hands, Jangwoo took her arms and gently laid them at her sides.
“Don't be embarrassed. Not when you're this beautiful.”
“But it's still so embarrassing...”
“I'm so jealous of Seung-yeon's husband.”
Jangwoo tossed another smooth, easy joke at her tense form. A faint smile touched her already flushed face.
That bastard... what kind of bullshit is he spouting.
Betrayal surged even at her laughing along with Jangwoo's pointless joke. I couldn't understand how she could bare her breasts and panties to him for a massage, yet contrary to my heart my cock was so hard it felt ready to tear through my underwear.
I slowly gripped the dick standing stiff inside my pants.
Ah...
How long had it been? I couldn't even begin to measure how long it had been since I last gripped an erect cock. At the long-missed feel of that rigid shaft I nearly wept.
I need to show this cock to my beloved wife...
But right now the woman I loved was pinned beneath a trainer flaunting his angry muscles, her breasts fully exposed.
“I'll start now.”
Reassuring her in a soft voice, Jangwoo slowly set his hands near her waist. Those hands would feel every inch of my wife's soft skin.
“Mmm...”
As Jangwoo's touch swept along her waist, a faint moan slipped from her lips. It felt as if her sex, already soaking her panties, was trembling.
“It's good to stimulate from the waist down through the hip line like this.”
His hands passed her smooth waist and began to explore the flare of her hips. She was a true hip beauty—slender waist set against hips that flared dramatically.
Jangwoo's hands began a slow massage right along the band of her Calvin Klein panties. Right now his gaze would be drinking in her wet panties and the black pubic hairs peeking free without a shred of mercy.
“Hoo...”
Jangwoo seemed unable to hold back either; he exhaled a hot breath as he worked her. Then he pressed firmly with his fingers just above her sex.
“Haah...”
As Jangwoo's hands gradually claimed her lower body she closed her eyes and let soft moans spill free. Before I realized it her legs had slowly parted, and her toes were flexing open and curling shut again and again as she felt it.
Fuck... Seung-yeon, are you really feeling this?
Her curling and uncurling her toes was something I had only ever seen during our own lovemaking. It was a habit of my excited wife when she neared climax or after long, thorough caresses. Yet here she was, curling and uncurling her toes as if the excitement had already taken her after only a few strokes of Jangwoo's hands.
“Hnn...”
Watching her grow aroused made the head of my cock harden even further. I began stroking the shaft inside my underwear while my eyes catalogued every detail—her toes, her face, Jangwoo's hands.
“Hnn...”
Already a slick bead of precum had welled at my glans. As I gently stroked the erect length a faint moan escaped my own mouth.
“And this part is important. You have to press here properly so the thigh muscles don't knot up.”
That bastard Jangwoo began pressing firmly into the inner thighs right beneath her sex. Gripping both of her meaty thighs and digging his thumbs into the soft flesh inside, he made her hands fly up to clutch his arms.
“Haa... it feels weird.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No... the feeling is just weird.”
“Hmm... probably just your imagination. Hold on a little longer.”
Whether he knew or was deliberately pretending not to, Jangwoo ignored her words and pressed even harder into her inner thighs.
“Haah...”
As he began kneading the soft flesh there, thicker moans spilled from her lips. Before long he was caressing her inner thighs with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Hmm.... haa....”
Her panties grew wetter by the second, visible in real time. Where only the spot right above her sex had been darkly soaked before, now her juices had spread across a much wider area, and the stain looked thicker, denser.
“So. How does it feel?”
“Haa... weird.”
“Just weird?”
“No...”
“Then? How is it?”
“Um...”
My wife kept her eyes closed, feeling his touch, seeming to weigh her answer carefully. She already seemed so used to Jangwoo's hands that she no longer even thought of covering her wet sex.
“It feels good...”
At last the words of satisfaction left her mouth. To Jangwoo that would be as good as a signal. His hands were drawing ever closer to the sex where black pubic hair peeked free.
I moved the hand wrapped around my cock back and forth in time with my wife's lewd expression and soft moans. I had never once masturbated to anything but porn, yet an excitement no video could match was rising in me now.
Jangwoo shifted his posture to explore her sex more boldly. His face came right up in front of her private parts. Perhaps her pussy could already feel the hot breath he exhaled.
“Ahk...”
A heated moan escaped her, and Jangwoo slowly raised the hand that had been on her inner thighs a little higher. Now his fingers rested against the lower edge of her panties. One more inch and he would be touching the soaked fabric over her sex.
“Haa... stop...”
My wife seemed to register that touch as well; one hand shot out and seized his. It was the instant before his palm would have settled fully over her wet panties.
“There... you can't.”
“Do you know where I'm trying to massage you?”
“Ah... no.”
“Seung-yeon, you're not having dirty thoughts, are you?”
Jangwoo turned the tables, making her feel embarrassed for stopping him. Anyone could see his hand had been about to rise over her panties. The moment those fingers touched the wet, slippery fabric, sticky juices would cling thickly to them.
“Ah... it's not that. Where are you going to do it?”
My wife's cheeks flushed even redder. She looked flustered by his words, like someone caught mid-lewd fantasy. Her voice trembled faintly.
“Wait patiently. It's not time yet.”
Jangwoo left the meaningful remark hanging and slowly lifted both of my wife's legs. Lying flat on the bed, her legs folded into an L-shape. Her pink soles faced the ceiling, and at the same time her ass was laid bare before my eyes.
That bastard... what the hell is he doing?
“Aah... it feels weird. What kind of position is this?”
“I'm going to press deeper between the ass and thighs—right into the inner thighs. Only then can I say I've given a massage that fully loosens the muscles.”
“Haa...”
He held my wife's legs aloft and began slowly massaging the underside of her ass. The pale underflesh spilled free past the edges of her tiny panties.
That position was one of my wife's favorites. Legs hooked over shoulders, a cock driving deep into her pink sex. She used to moan that it felt deepest of all when we made love that way.
“Haah... haa...”
Jangwoo's hands grew rougher, kneading the soft flesh beneath her ass. His touch raced back and forth between inner thighs and buttocks until my beloved wife's lips parted wider.
“Hwaa...”
As his fingers neared the very base of her sex an involuntary cry burst from her.
Pull the panties down... pull them down...
A forbidden image flashed through my mind. In the fantasy Jangwoo roughly yanked those palm-sized panties down. My beloved wife's black pubic hair and the pink inner flesh of her pussy were laid bare, watery juices already leaking free.
His hands ruthlessly worked her sex while she poured out hot moans. Then Jangwoo shoved his own pants down and freed the massive monstrosity I had glimpsed in the shower room.
The forbidden thought sent a sudden rush of climax surging through my cock.
“Haa... the feeling is weird...”
My wife's voice, thick with heated moans, reached me.
In that instant it was as if someone had struck me across the head; my senses snapped back.
.....Am I crazy?
Kim Jin-woo. What the hell are you thinking? Are you even in your right mind right now?
The mere imagination of my beloved wife's panties being pulled down had sent a wave of ejaculation crashing through my cock in a heartbeat. Experiencing this for the first time, excitement and self-loathing flooded me at once.
Get a grip.... Don't cross the line.
In reality Jangwoo was still silently kneading the space between my wife's ass and thighs. She kept her eyes closed, barely holding back her hot breaths.
Suddenly the hands working her thighs stopped. He stared fixedly at her lower body.
“Why are you so wet?”
Jangwoo's thick voice filled the room. My flushed wife opened her eyes and met his gaze.
Please... stop now...
I gripped my stiffly standing cock even tighter, seized by the dread that I might cross a line I could never take back.