The Wife Aflame (1)
The panties that barely covered my wife's smooth buttocks were being peeled away by Director Choi's hand.
"Hah... W-wait a second!"
Her urgent cry rang out. Yet the voice trying to stop him no longer carried the confidence it had only moments before.
"Why? Don't you like it? Want me to put them back on?"
Director Choi prodded her in an irritated tone.
Seung-yeon... Yes. Stop right here. No further than this!
She was already bare-chested before him. Her nipples stood stiff and erect atop the full swell of her breasts, glistening with another man's saliva.
Fuck... Stop leering already!
Blood had flooded into my cock until it ached. This damned thing that used to refuse to get hard no matter how I begged it was now raging skyward as if it meant to punch through the ceiling.
"J-just a moment. Let me think..."
My wife's voice had grown markedly smaller. Whether crushed by Director Choi's presence or thinking of me, she clutched the panties still hooked around her thighs and hesitated.
"Think? If we stop here, we can pretend none of this ever happened."
"What...?"
"Deputy Kim's life at the company won't be easy from now on."
Director Choi handled her like a seasoned trainer. He kept weaving sweet offers and threats together, throwing her heart into chaos.
Seung-yeon. That's enough. Stop...
I wanted her to quit. She was already naked in front of a stranger, yet she had done it only for my sake.
I had no idea how Director Choi had coaxed her while I was out buying drinks, but she was simply caught in a trap. My beloved wife had done nothing wrong.
"Hmm... If you've got nothing more to say, I'll get up."
"Ah... No...!"
She grabbed him again. She seemed to keep second-guessing her own choice. What was she thinking right now?
"Hoo..."
A thick breath spilled from Director Choi's mouth at her words.
Ssslip...
The strength left her fingers and the panties draped over her thighs slid free. Director Choi drew them down past her legs and off completely.
"Hoo... Better figure than I expected."
His voice was thick with spit and excitement. The wife I loved now stood completely naked before him.
"Come on. Don't be shy. Move your hands."
She would be standing there with her head bowed in shame, covering her sex. The thought of her full breasts and dark pubic hair laid bare made my cock swell until it felt ready to burst.
Fuck... Let's just stop. Better to go back into the room.
I didn't think I could watch this any longer.
Could a man who had already taken this kind of wound to the heart ever return to normal? If I stayed at this door and watched their act through to the end, I was certain I never would.
I knew the wife who was offering her body for her husband's sake must be suffering just as much.
"You're wet."
"Hah... Don't!"
The words stopped me cold just as I was turning to go back into the room.
Wet...?
Her body was answering Director Choi's hands first.
I felt saliva slide down my throat with a hard gulp.
Is she really aroused?
The question of whether she was truly excited was driving me insane. My hand was already gripping the tightly shut doorknob and turning it.
Somehow I felt that if I saw her aroused, everything would come crashing down.
Sss...
Luckily they didn't seem to hear the door open. Hot air from the man and woman inside spilled out through the crack.
"What? Embarrassed? When you're this soaked?"
Director Choi held her panties to his nose and sniffed. He even stuck out his tongue and licked the damp crotch where her juices had soaked through.
"S-stop it! It's humiliating!"
When she reached for the panties, he flung them straight into her face.
"Catch! Hahaha!"
He toyed with her, a lewd smile on his lips. She stood frozen, not knowing how to react to the sudden move.
That fucking bastard...
"Climb up."
He seized the mood again, speaking in a stern voice.
"....."
He gave her orders without the slightest hesitation. She climbed onto the bed where he sat as if obeying. Her breasts trembled faintly as she straddled the mattress.
Then Director Choi pulled her tight against his side and spread her legs wide open.
"Ah..."
A soft moan slipped between her lips.
Right now the most private part of my wife would be fully visible to his eyes. The gaze holding her smooth white thighs boiled with lust.
The inner flesh of her pussy that only I had ever seen was being shown to another man for the first time.
And it wasn't even entirely by her own will. It was because of this worthless husband.
This fucking...
"Hahp...!"
"Hoo... Slurp... Slurp..."
"Haah...!"
"S-stop. Not there!"
"Haa... Sweet, so sweet. Lick... Slurp..."
She sat with her legs spread, offering her sex to Director Choi. His head between her thighs jerked and bobbed.
She tried to push him away, but he refused to let go. The wet, rough sound of something being licked filled the room.
"Haah... Hahp...!"
She was barely enduring his caresses. Her hands clenched the bedsheets tighter and tighter.
Director Choi paid no mind and ravaged the space between her legs with fierce intensity. The wet collision of his tongue against her pussy was obscenely lewd.
I barely got to suck her a few times myself.
She had never liked giving blowjobs, and she hated receiving them even more. She would shove my head away with excuses about hygiene or that it didn't feel good.
"Hahp...!"
"Slurp... Hoo... Slurp...!"
"Please... Please stop... Haah... Stop!"
How much time had passed? Pleading moans finally burst from her lips under his attentions. Her thighs twisted together more and more violently.
"Hoo... Stop... Please...!"
"Haa... Slurp... Hold still..."
Director Choi showed no intention of releasing her. He licked up and down her pussy like a man long tormented by thirst. Her juices already gleamed and clung around his mouth.
"Haah... It feels strange... Please... Let go...!"
"Haa... Hoo... Slurp...!"
Unable to take any more, she grabbed the back of his head with the hand that had been clutching the sheets. Veins stood out on the hand that held his skull while she moaned.
"Haah... Haa...! My body feels weird..."
"Slurrp... Slurp... That's normal."
He spoke without lifting his mouth from her pussy. His tongue was already thrust deep inside her. Purple bruises were rising on the thighs he gripped so hard.
"Haah... Ahk... Ahhng...!"
Suddenly the thighs and ass trapped in his hands began to tremble. From the mouth that had been panting hot breaths, strange, lewd moans started to rise.
"Ahhh... Ahk...!"
She shuddered and clutched the sheets again. Her head thrown back, her face was twisted in a way I had never seen.
Why... Why are you like this, Seung-yeon?
Sweet saliva pooled in my mouth. My cock throbbed violently at the unfamiliar expression on my wife's face.
Is she really feeling it?
"Hahp... Haah...!"
At last the breath she had been holding exploded free. Her full ass and thighs convulsed in rapid spasms.
"Slurp... Slurp... Hup...!"
As her lower body seized, the speed of his licking only increased. His tongue roughly exploring deep inside left her helpless.
"Ahk...!"
She twisted her body and cried out—not a moan, but a scream.
The woman thrashing and drowning in pleasure was nothing like the pure wife I had known.
"Haah...!"
She let out irregular, heavy moans. Eyes shut, face contorted, she already looked as if she had lost her reason.
"What? You came already?"
At last Director Choi raised his head from her convulsions. The area around his mouth was completely smeared with her juices.
Flushed red, he looked down at the wife still struggling with her moans. A satisfied smile bloomed on his face.
"Coming already? We're just getting started."
He lifted both of her legs high while she lay with eyes closed, breathing hard. The pussy already ravaged by a stranger's tongue came fully into view.
No... Please. Anything but that.
Director Choi stroked his own cock, thick veins standing out along its length. Then he positioned the head right at the entrance of the wife I loved.
Stop... Please stop...!
Juices were already seeping from her spread-open pussy. Her body, flushed and overheated, lay limp as if her will had left it.
Fuck... I can't take this. I can't watch this!
My hand clenched the doorknob with crushing force.