Leaking a Stranger's Seed (1)
Blue veins stood out stark across the back of the man's hand as he seized my wife's spread hips.
"Hngh... Hah...!"
Already burning hot, she parted her legs wider and began to surrender herself to the man's brutal thrusts.
With one hand he shoved his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose and drove his cock between the pale cheeks of her ass.
Thud... thud... thud...!
"Hah... Ahk... Hngh...!"
Fuck...
Every time a gasp of pure wonder burst from my wife's lips at the sheer size of him, a humiliating self-loathing rose in my throat.
That cock-sucking bastard.
For a split second I hated him—hated the way he was forcing a shaft that had no business being that big into a cunt that belonged to me.
I was the one who had invited him. I was the one who had ordered him, again and again, to fuck her. Yet the moment those raw moans tore out of her, emotions I could no longer control came flooding in.
A thin, cloudy pool of her juices had already gathered on the floor beneath her.
A wet woman. The intimate secret only I had ever known was now being burned into the minds of far too many other men.
"Hoo... Ah... Hh..."
A thick breath spilled from the nerd's mouth as his cock punched wetly in and out of her.
The veins along his shaft stood out even darker and more swollen than before, looking ready to burst as he pistoned through her folds.
"Haaang... Hngh..."
My wife's voice began to shake harder with every stroke. Each time his hips snapped forward, her full breasts bounced and swayed, flaunting themselves in a lewd, hypnotic rhythm.
"Huk... Hah...!"
"Mm... Hmm... Mm...!"
Their moans grew fiercer, filling every corner of the bathroom.
Sounds I had never once heard from her were pouring out of her mouth—sounds my cock had never been able to drag from her.
Her face, flushed a deep, feverish red, no longer belonged to the pure, elegant wife I knew. She looked like nothing more than a whore who had given her entire body over to pleasure, hot breath spilling between parted lips.
Thud... thud... thud...!
"Ahk... Hah...!"
Every time the man's cock slapped against her ass, bright red heat bloomed across her pale cheeks.
If only I were the one satisfying her right now.
Standing beside them with my half-soft cock in my fist, head bowed, I hated myself so much it hurt.
"Hngh...!"
"Hmm...!"
Sensing climax approaching, the man began to piston even faster.
My wife was already wild with excitement from his size alone. After marrying me she had never once felt a cock this massive, and her body was answering first.
Thud... thud... thud... thud...!!!
"Hngh...!"
"Hup... Mm...!"
"Ahk...!"
"I—I'm gonna cum. Hup...!"
"Ah... No...!"
At his warning she forced the words out in a voice thick with arousal. His cock still hammering away, her cunt gushed fresh juices as if it might burst.
Squish... squish...
"Pull out—hurry!"
At her cry the man turned his head and looked at me. Behind the lenses of his glasses his eyes asked a silent question: What should I do?
What the fuck are you looking at me for...
I was ready to dump a whole mouthful of curses on him. Maybe it was the pathetic look in his eyes, or maybe it was the sight of my wife moaning while she was forced to take that cock—whatever it was, blood rushed back into my own shaft until it stood rigid again.
Fuck... Why is this happening.
This is wrong. This is completely wrong. The cock buried in my wife's cunt was not mine. The cum that should fill her up ought to be mine and mine alone.
So why was my body reacting like this?
A tidal wave of heat crashed through me; the base of my prostate tingled and burned.
I didn't understand my own actions. My body simply moved on its own, chasing whatever would push the excitement higher.
I gave the tiniest nod.
The man's eyes flashed behind his glasses. A sly, filthy smile was already curling across his face.
"Hah... Ahk...!"
"Hup... Mm... Hup...!"
His hips slammed into her ass with savage force.
Thud... thud... thud!!
"Ahk...!"
Her thick thighs trembled violently as she took every last pulse of his pre-orgasm pleasure.
Haa... Fuck...
A bead of precum already clung to the tip of my fully hard cock. One or two more strokes and thick, heavy ropes would have poured out of me right then.
"Ahng... No!"
"Mm... Hup...!"
Thud... thud... thud...!
Something scalding was rising inside the cock buried deep in her cunt; she barely managed to choke out the words.
The man locked both hands around her waist and the curve of her hips and drove all twenty centimeters of that monstrous cock as deep as it would go.
"Don't...!"
"Mm... Hup... I'm—I'm gonna cum!"
"Ahk...!"
"Hmm...!"
In that instant my wife's body, braced against the wall, jerked forward. The dark, veined cock slipped free of her white ass with a wet pop.
"Huk... Mm...!"
Heavy ropes of cum erupted from the tip of his blue-veined cock and splattered across the bathroom tiles.
"Haa... Haa..."
He hadn't managed to empty everything inside her; instead he painted the floor, his massive shaft twitching and spitting hot liquid in thick pulses.
"Hngh... Hmm..."
My beloved wife, too, clutched her sex with one hand, feeling the residual heat of the half-load he had left inside her. Her earlobes were scarlet; her half-lidded eyes were glassy and unfocused.
Fuck... Ugh...!
The moment his cum hit the floor, the load I had been holding back exploded with it. The excitement that had tormented me all this time bloomed into pure, electric bliss, as if it had been waiting for exactly this second.
"Auk!!"
Our eyes met. My wife's expression, thighs still quivering from the aftershocks, was unreadable.
What was Seung-yeon thinking right now?
Something dense and complicated swam in the look she gave me. Staring into her eyes, I wrung out every last drop of my own cum onto the floor.
She watched my cock, still twitching like a fish out of water, and simply drank in the afterglow.
"Haa... Haa..."
"Hoo..."
As the fever cooled, silence settled over the bathroom. The nerd had already finished dumping his load across the tiles and was pulling his pants back up.
My wife tugged the dress that had ridden up over her breasts back down and hung her head low.
I was almost afraid of what she might be thinking.
"You can't just cum inside..."
"Ah... I'm sorry."
Still flushed, she managed that single rebuke. Her voice trembled with a thin thread of resentment.
"I think about half of it went in..."
She spoke the words softly while looking at me. Between her thighs a thick, milky fluid was already sliding down.
"I... I'll just..."
The man who had just thoroughly fucked my wife bowed his head to me in farewell—that scrawny, pathetic-looking nerd with the absurdly oversized cock.
"Yeah..."
I could only return the awkward nod. He gave one last lingering glance between her legs, then bolted out of the bathroom.
"Haa..."
"Honey..."
Now only the two of us remained in the empty space. Still dazed, she sank to the floor without even wiping the cum that continued to leak from her.
Only now did her mind seem to be drifting back.
"Honey... what do we do..."
Her voice shook violently as she clutched her tangled hair. She looked ready to burst into tears at any second.
"I didn't want this... this isn't right."
"B-baby..."
I had expected her to be shaken by what I had done, but the reality was even more chaotic. The woman who moments ago had been moaning around that nerd's massive cock was nowhere to be found.
"Are you okay...?"
I stepped closer and gently stroked her hair. Her skin was still flushed and had not yet returned to its normal color.
Footsteps... footsteps... bang... bang...
Suddenly someone was walking toward the bathroom. The footsteps coming down the corridor sounded heavy, as if the person were carrying something.
"Baby, get up for now..."
I spoke to my wife, who still sat with her head bowed and her hands in her hair. If anyone saw us like this it would look extremely suspicious.
They might even realize exactly what secret act had just taken place here. A considerable amount of cum from two grown men still lay pooled on the floor.
Knock knock...
Whoever stood outside did not enter; they only rapped on the door.
The sound snapped my wife back to herself. She rose and yanked the rolled-up hem of her dress farther down her thighs. The motion only made her full, braless breasts push more blatantly against the fabric.
Creeeak...
The two of us stood frozen and awkward, staring at each other, completely at a loss.
"What do we do..."
Her large eyes locked on mine; her voice trembled. A flush still colored her cheeks, and from her sex the last of the stranger's cum continued to seep out in a slow, sticky trickle.