Semen-Soaked Wife (1)
The look on my wife's face as she gripped Jang-woo's cock was strangely complex. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, and hot breath spilled from her parted lips.
Jang-woo's tensed glute muscles flexed and rippled, as if waiting for her touch.
Prey already in the bag.
Jang-woo gazed with satisfaction at the catch that had fallen into the trap he had laid.
Seung-yeon... stop now. Please, just stop.
I pleaded silently as I stared at her face. I felt I simply could not bear to watch my wife stroking another man's cock.
My hand wrapped around my own cock and began to move rapidly back and forth. My body was reacting before my mind could even think. And then an emotion I didn't recognize began to rise in me. A strange excitement climbed up my shaft and spread through my entire body.
Fuck... I shouldn't be doing this...
"Hurry up. Move it."
There was a slight thrill in Jang-woo's voice. Like a predator that had seized its prey, he had no intention of letting her go. If anything, he was urging her on.
In that moment, my wife lifted her head and looked up at Jang-woo. Her large eyes seemed to want to say something. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly parted her lips.
"I can't do it..."
"What?"
"I don't think I can. This doesn't feel right."
Her voice trembled as she refused him, but it was firm. Her pale face was flushed so red it looked ready to burst.
"Why?"
"I feel like I'd be doing something wrong to my husband. I don't think I can go any further. Please let go of my hand."
"This is something only the two of us know about. We just have to keep our mouths shut..."
"Still, I don't think I can. I don't think I could handle it... I wouldn't be able to look him in the face."
Her voice began to tremble more finely, on the verge of tears. The hand still holding Jang-woo's cock was shaking.
"Hah... Really? You'll regret this, you know."
Jang-woo let out a heavy sigh, his voice turning cold. From his perspective, it was like having the meal spoiled right at the finish line.
How many women could resist Jang-woo's temptation?
"I'm sorry..."
My wife's voice trembled even more violently. Her expression looked as if she might burst into tears at any second.
Seung-yeon. You have nothing to be sorry for...
"Alright. I'll take it that you're not ready yet."
"No... This kind of thing won't happen again in the future either."
She was trembling, but she seemed to have made up her mind. What was she thinking right now?
Then Jang-woo released her hand. The moment his grip loosened, she pulled the blanket beside her over her lower body. Her full breasts, still heaving, continued to tremble.
In that instant, something strange happened to my cock, which had been so full of blood. The shaft that had been so swollen with the urge to cum, ready to spill at any moment, was losing its strength.
Why... why is this happening?
My cock was still pointing at the ceiling, but I could tell for certain. It was slowly losing its erection, as if I had already finished.
Fuck... what the hell is this?
Irritation surged at the unexpected situation. It was like getting all the foreplay and never getting to the insertion. Before the accident, my cock had never done anything like this.
And it had been so long since I'd even gotten hard...
"But... I have one request."
Jang-woo spoke urgently as he watched my wife start to get dressed.
"What... request?"
"I want to... take care of this."
His gaze dropped to his own cock. That massive thing of his would still be standing stiff and hard, pointed right at her.
"What? I told you I don't want to."
She sounded slightly angry.
"Of course. I won't ask Seung-yeon to touch me. But you can help me out a little, right?"
"What?"
"Let me do it myself while looking at you, Seung-yeon."
Jang-woo was trying to persuade her another way. He wasn't asking her to touch him—but to help him.
What the hell is he thinking?
"Could you pose for me?"
"What!?"
"Once it gets hard and then goes down, it's tough. You can do that much for me, can't you?"
Ridiculous.
It was the classic male lie. That if you don't cum your stomach hurts, or you'll get sick. Some of it was partially true, but it wasn't going to kill anyone.
Jang-woo was inventing every excuse he could to make increasingly provocative demands of her.
"A pose... that's a bit..."
"I'm really struggling here. I think Seung-yeon could do that much for me."
"Ah..."
At Jang-woo's pleading tone, my wife hesitated. She didn't look away from the intense gaze he fixed on her. Then her eyes flicked back and forth between his face and that still-rigid cock of his.
"What... do I need to do?"
She seemed to deliberate for a moment, then accepted his proposal.
"Thank you. First, pull the blanket off."
At his words, she slowly drew the blanket away from her lower body. Her white, well-toned, and voluptuous lower half was fully revealed.
And within it, her sex—her panties with black pubic hair peeking out—was completely exposed. Embarrassed, she covered her crotch with both hands.
"Hah... Nice."
A soft breath escaped Jang-woo's lips at the sight of her.
"Can you get on all fours?"
What? This son of a bitch...
"No. It's embarrassing..."
My wife shook her head at his suggestion. Before long, Jang-woo's hand had wrapped around his own cock and begun to stroke it slowly back and forth.
"Hoo... You're so beautiful. Don't be shy—just do it. That way it'll be over faster."
Jang-woo spoke to her as he stroked his cock.
"Mm..."
Was it the promise that it would end quickly that made her consider it? She slowly rose and got down on all fours. Her face was flushing red again.
"Like this?"
"Hup... No. Turn around. Face the other way."
"Ah..."
Following Jang-woo's instructions, my wife turned around and got on all fours again. Her full breasts swayed and then pressed into the bed.
Damn... fuck...
The lush, voluptuous curve of her ass was fully on display. A tiny pair of panties no bigger than a palm was caught between the swell of her cheeks.
"Hoo..."
From Jang-woo's angle, her sex would be completely visible. The hand gripping that massive monstrosity moved even faster.
Ah...
Even to my eyes, the way she looked was incredibly lewd. She was shyly presenting her ass like a brand-new AV actress making her debut. With her hips pushed back, she turned her head to watch Jang-woo masturbate.
Fuck... that's hot.
I hated to admit it, but the situation felt incredibly erotic. Blood was rushing back into the cock that had been about to go soft. I gripped myself again and began stroking in time with Jang-woo's hand.
Haa...
"Hoo... Good. Spread your legs a little more."
"Hnn... It's embarrassing."
"Come on. You're so beautiful."
At his words, she shyly spread her smooth legs. The way she opened them was incredibly stimulating. I wanted nothing more than to go over there right then, pull down her panties, and bury myself inside her.
"Hup... Hoo..."
Hot breath spilled from Jang-woo's mouth as he stared at her ass.
"Haa..."
Looking at that muscular, rugged body wrapped around that massive cock, a soft moan slipped from my wife's lips.
Was she getting aroused too? Her face was already flushed red all the way to her ears.
"Hup... Pull your panties down just a little."
"Ah... I can't..."
"Please. Then I think I'll cum right away."
Jang-woo's demands were growing more explicit. Watching the two of them, the urge to cum was building rapidly in my own cock as well.
"I can't do that..."
"Please. I'm almost there. Hah..."
Jang-woo bit his lip as he edged closer to climax.
Reluctantly, she brought her hands to her waist, gripped the waistband of her panties, and slowly eased them down just a little.
"Hup..."
Ah...
The deep cleft of her full ass was fully revealed. Those tiny, palm-sized panties were barely hanging on her hips.
Just a little more...
I could sense how dangerous this situation was becoming. If those panties slipped down even a little further, the pink flesh of her pussy would be completely exposed.
"Hah..."
"Haa..."
A deep moan escaped my own lips as well. I imagined my cock buried in that ass. It felt as if a thrilling stimulation was running through my cock as it stirred inside her pussy for the first time in so long.
"Hah... I'm gonna cum."
Jang-woo exhaled roughly, his hand moving even faster.
"Turn around... turn this way."
"What?"
"Turn around, hurry!"
Jang-woo ordered her in an excited voice.
With her panties still hanging on her ass, my wife turned her head toward him. Those blue-veined, throbbing veins on Jang-woo's cock would fill her eyes.
"Hah... This way."
Jang-woo exhaled hot breath as he stroked his cock rapidly. His hips flexed as he gradually moved toward her face.
"Haa..."
Hot breath spilled from the lips of the wife I loved as well.
My hand gripping my cock sped up to match Jang-woo's movements. The urge to cum that felt ready to explode was rushing in fast.
"Lift your head."
Jang-woo was approaching her, still gripping his cock. Her face, lifted toward him, was blooming with a flush of heat.