The Wife Aflame (3)
Seung-yeon, why can't you answer...
I wanted to scream so she could hear me, but my mouth wouldn't open. I was barely managing to ignore the strange voice inside me that kept shouting for him to shove it into her hole already.
The cock clenched in my fist felt ready to spit thick, dense semen at any second.
"Haaeup...!"
As if it had been waiting for this exact moment, Director Choi's cock began sinking deep into my wife's rear. She kept her hips raised toward him, feeling his shaft push slowly into her.
Squelch.... squelch....
The juices spilling from her pussy smeared along his cock, producing a lewd, wet friction. Her hands clenched the bedsheets harder.
"Ahhk.... haah....!"
Crushed beneath the weight of his cock driving deeper than before, her body pitched forward. Those full, rounded breasts, flattened against the mattress, scraped harder against the sheets.
"You like that? Huh?"
Director Choi pressed his groin tighter against her rear, his voice swollen with arrogance. Then that furious cock of his shoved all the way to the root, burying itself deep inside her pussy.
Thud... squelch...
"Ahk....!"
A death-rattle of a moan tore from the mouth of the wife I loved. Startled by how loud it came out, she clamped one hand over her own lips.
"Eup.... heup....!"
While she struggled to hold back the moans still trying to escape, Director Choi only slammed his hips harder. Every time he snapped his waist back and forth, her body lurched forward as if she were about to collapse.
Fuck... Seung-yeon's going to get hurt! Go easy...
Before I knew it, I was worrying that his thrusting might injure her. But he paid my concern no mind at all and began plowing deep through the inside of her pussy.
Thud... thud... thud...!
The piston sounds filling the room grew more and more obscene. I started pumping the hand wrapped around my own cock even faster.
Haa... this is getting way too exciting.
While they lost themselves in each other's bodies in increasingly filthy positions, my cock was heating up just as fast.
Squelch... thud... squelch... thud...
Deep, thick sounds kept leaking from her sex under Director Choi's thrusting. With her face flushed scarlet, my wife simply parted her lips a little and savored every stroke.
You fucking bitch....
For the first time, a curse aimed at my own wife rose up inside me. The refined, demure woman I married was never the kind of woman who would sell her body for her own pleasure alone. Everything she was doing now had to be for me and for our family.
So why... why is she feeling it?
But the way she was taking Director Choi didn't feel forced in the slightest. If anything, she was simply enduring the pleasure of his cock, holding it in.
No. I'm imagining it. Seung-yeon would never...
As anger toward my wife began to bloom, I forced myself to shake my head. Doubting the woman I loved right now would be the same as denying everything I had ever built.
All I could do was wait for her to escape this hellish situation as soon as possible. Wait for this endless stretch of time to finally end so we could go back to being a family.
"Doing it from behind feels even better. You always liked it better this way, huh?"
Director Choi now gripped her spread hips in earnest and started driving his cock into her. Sensing her body heat up under his thrusts, crude words spilled from his mouth.
"Haa... aheup...!"
She took his cock while pouring out hot breaths. Before long he had one hand fisted in her tied-back hair and was slamming his hips hard.
"Haueuk...! Haahk...!"
His rough grip yanked her head back, and scorching moans spilled from her lips.
Had she and I ever fucked that roughly? Not once. We had never spent a single night like that. I had always been careful—afraid of hurting her body, afraid my hands might make her uncomfortable.
And that woman... the precious woman I loved and cherished most... was being roughly violated by that bastard Director Choi.
Just you wait, you son of a bitch...
The fury that had been rising toward my wife now turned full force on him. Someday I would put that man who had so roughly defiled my wife and broken me down on his knees at my feet.
"Haa... haeup... it hurts...! It hurts!"
"Hurts, my ass. You're dripping wet."
The hand fisted in her hair tightened. Her head was yanked even farther back.
That fucking piece of shit....
Even as she barely held back her moans and cried out that it hurt, Director Choi ignored her completely. If anything, his cock only slammed deeper and harder into her rear.
"Hoo... damn, you're tight."
"St... stop...!"
Under his brutal thrusting she started gasping as if she couldn't catch her breath. Juices already spraying from between her cheeks were running down her white thighs.
"About to cum? Not yet."
With a deliberately leisurely expression, Director Choi continued to ravage her. He shoved her farther toward the bed until she was lying flat. Her back, pressed to the mattress, heaved up and down as she panted.
"Haa.... haeu...."
Director Choi's body settled over her from behind. He gripped his cock tight and drove it back into her pussy.
"Haueuk....! Ahk....!"
Her hands, which had gone slack, clenched the sheets again. Now his groin completely covered her rear.
That vulgar ass of his began slamming roughly against her smooth buttocks.
"Hoo... heup...!"
"Aheung... ahhk...!"
His rough breathing must have been right in her ear. She seemed to endure even that, eyes closed, head bowed. Her face buried in the mattress was trembling.
"You like it? Huh? Answer me!"
When she gave no reply, he stimulated her rear even harder. His hand swept roughly along the smooth line of her back.
"Haa... this bitch is really something. Fucking incredible."
Even under those crude words she stayed silent. I was dying to know what expression she was making.
What kind of face is Seung-yeon making right now? What is she thinking? Is she really turned on?
Under the forbidden fantasies that kept blooming, my cock swelled as if it were about to burst.
Still not satisfied, Director Choi flipped her onto her back. Only then did her face come into my view.
Fuck...
A curse tore from my mouth. The expression on the face of the wife I loved was one I had never seen in my life. Her face was already flushed a deep red, radiating heat, and her half-lidded eyes were clearly unfocused.
"Haeung... haueuk..."
My chaste, refined, beloved wife was unmistakably feeling pleasure from Director Choi's cock. A lewd heat I had never seen before was blooming across her face.
With her turned over, Director Choi's cock sank deep into her pussy once more.
"Heok... heup....!"
He was taking her missionary now. Looking straight down into her face from above, his own face was full of greed.
"Heu... look how pure she looks. Nice. Real nice."
He kept staring at her face, murmuring in admiration. And no wonder—that flushed, burning face of hers would make any man pour out scorching lust. There wasn't a man alive who could look at her like this and not get hard.
"Heung... heuk... haueuk...!"
Thud... thud... thud...!
As Director Choi drove into her missionary-style, her two legs spread wider. As if trying to take him even deeper, she opened those smooth thighs and gripped his arms.
"Haeung....!"
Her hot breathing seemed to set him off too; he started thrusting even harder. Matching him, the cock clenched tight in my fist flooded with the urge to cum.
Haa... fuck... I should be the one there.
I should have been the one in Director Choi's place, slamming into my wife's pussy. I should have been the one showing this rock-hard erection to the woman I loved.
Squelch... squelch...
At some point she had opened her eyes and was looking up at him. Watching the two of them face each other, lost in pleasure, only drove the excitement in my cock higher.
Unlike Director Choi, who was staring down at her with a lecherous gaze, she simply parted her lips and looked up at him with a dazed expression.
She seemed to have poured every last scrap of her attention into the pleasure running through her body; nothing left her lips but hot, ragged breath.
"Haeung... haueuk... haa...!"
"Heuk... heuk... heup...!"
Her toes began to curl. The signal that she was nearly at her peak. Under his thrusting her thighs trembled, and the hands gripping his arms tightened.
"Haueuk... haeung...!"
Rougher and rougher moans spilled from her mouth. Matching them, his cock drove even deeper into her sex.
"Haa... haeup... haueuk...!"
"Heueuk... heuk... heuk...!"
The two of them were racing toward climax together. Facing each other, neither looked away from the heat in the other's eyes.
No... she wouldn't actually...?
A massive dread began to settle over me as I watched them.
"You can't cum inside...!"
"What?"
"Don't cum inside me, Director...!"
Teetering on the edge of climax, tasting that precarious pleasure, she was still clinging to whatever reason she had left.
Thud... thud... thud...!
Squelch... squelch...
"Haeung... haueuk.... please...!"
"Heuk... heuk....!"
"Don't do it inside...!"
"Heup....!"
When Director Choi slammed his hips even harder between her legs, her hands frantically pushed at his chest.
This fucking...
From the cock that had swollen to its absolute limit, thick, dense semen finally began to shoot.