Humiliation or Pleasure? (3)
“Hoo...”
Jang-woo’s grotesque cock forced its way between my wife’s red lips. The thick shaft, already dark and veined, looked ready to burst as it drove deep into her mouth.
“Haang...”
A sound—half moan, half surprise—spilled from her. The thick precum already beading at the tip would be coating the inside of her mouth right now.
“Heung...!”
Moans kept tearing out of her one after another. Jang-woo’s cock, vanishing without end into my wife’s mouth, was already more than halfway buried.
“Heup... khek... khek...”
“Hoo...”
Fuck...
In the end my wife, thick cock stuffed in her mouth, gagged and spit Jang-woo’s shaft back out.
“Ha-eup... haa...”
She was drooling freely. The thin spit trailing from her lips might as well have been mixed with his precum.
One hand still clenched around Su-hyeok’s cock, she was trapped—unable to move a single finger under their rough strength.
I sat in the chair and watched everything. My own cock was already screaming to be freed from my pants, straining so hard it felt ready to tear through the fabric.
“Again...”
Jang-woo gripped her face and tilted her head up. Her cheeks, caught in his hands, were flushed bright red.
“Th-that’s enough...”
She barely managed to get the words out. But she was already under Jang-woo’s control. As his cock slowly approached her face again, her lips parted on their own.
“Eup...!”
“Hoo...”
Once more Jang-woo’s cock began to sink deep. This time he took it slower, steadily claiming the inside of her mouth.
“Hoo...”
He locked both hands around her head. Her hair was already a mess, loose and tangled, making her look even more lewd.
Ssslick...
There was nothing left to hold me back. My instincts, drinking in every detail of my wife, finally snapped the last thread of reason. I slowly dragged my pants down.
My cock sprang free, swollen tight and ready to burst. Compared to Jang-woo’s and Su-hyeok’s it was pitifully small, yet it still throbbed with its own stubborn hunger. The dark wet stain soaking through my underwear showed just how far gone I already was.
“Haeng... eup... eup...!”
In the end my wife wrapped her left hand around Jang-woo’s cock. If she didn’t, the thing would have reached the back of her throat. She clutched the shaft pushing into her and gasped for air.
Ssslick... ssslick...
I shoved my underwear down too and started stroking myself. The friction of my own fingers made it feel like I could come any second.
“Grip it tight.”
“Heup... eup...!”
The hand wrapped around Su-hyeok’s cock began to move slowly up and down. Unlike Jang-woo’s dark, heavy shaft, Su-hyeok’s was pale as white porcelain, thin clear fluid already dripping from it.
“Hoo...”
Every time her face rocked gently back and forth, Jang-woo’s thick thighs twitched. With his heavy cock buried in my wife’s mouth, he had already closed his eyes, savoring the soft feel of her tongue completely.
“Ha-eup... eup... heup...!”
Squelch... squelch...
Even though Jang-woo’s cock wasn’t inside her pussy, the filthy wet sounds she made filled the room.
Slurp... slurp...
Before long my wife was sucking him with careful devotion, making sure her teeth never touched his shaft.
Is she feeling it too?
I was dying to know what she was thinking while she took cocks so much bigger than mine.
“Hoo...”
“Eup... eup...!”
Jang-woo deliberately drove himself even deeper into her mouth. The cock she had only managed to take to the middle was now being forced all the way to the root.
“Ha-eup... khek... hek... hek...!”
Once again she spit him out. Normally she could barely handle sucking me. She simply didn’t have the experience to deep-throat something like Jang-woo’s.
“Stop... stop... hhk... hhk...”
Tears welled at the corners of her eyes. Watching her choke and gag only made me grip my own cock harder.
Jang-woo’s cock was already slick and shiny with her spit. She had drooled so much that clear strands hung from the tip, ready to drip.
“My turn now.”
Her pleas to stop never reached them. This time Su-hyeok’s long cock forced its way between her lips. The shaft that had been hanging in her hand for so long finally found its place, sliding deep as if it belonged there.
“Ha-eup... eup... eup...”
Before she could even collect herself she was already sucking Su-hyeok. He wasn’t as thick as Jang-woo, but the length put him far ahead—long and sausage-like, almost like a white man’s.
“Haa... haa...”
Su-hyeok’s cock began to ravage every corner of her mouth. Spit poured freely from her lips, coating his shaft thickly.
“Heup...”
Su-hyeok furrowed his brow, savoring the feel of her upper pussy. My wife could only take half of him, barely enduring the thrusts.
“Ha-euk...!”
Another moan tore out of her. In the end she spit Su-hyeok’s cock out too.
“Hoo... let’s go to the bed.”
Jang-woo’s deep voice rolled out. He shot Su-hyeok a look; even he looked more flushed than before.
Jang-woo stood in front of her, cock stiff and bobbing. Then he reached out and pulled her to him.
At his touch her full breasts swayed inside her bra. Holding her hand, he half-forced her along and led her into the bedroom.
“Ahk...!”
He shoved her straight onto the bed. I followed them into the bedroom, still gripping my own hard cock. Cum felt ready to spurt any second, but this wasn’t the moment.
Gulp...
On the white sheets my wife lay panting, spit smeared thick around her mouth. The black bra and panties barely covered the curves of her body.
“Honey...”
Her eyes met mine and wavered for a second.
Should I stop it here?
Stop. Please stop. It felt like she was screaming it at me. One word from her and I would have ordered them to stop right then.
Say it... just say it!
If my wife begged me to stop here, I could have ended everything on the spot. But she only stared at me with that sticky, heated gaze and said nothing. She just panted, wiping the spit that kept leaking from her lips.
What are you thinking?
She looked more obscene than I had ever seen her. The cock in my hand kept twitching without rest.
Part of me wanted to call Lee Hwa-soo right now and ask what the hell I was supposed to do. What would he have told me?
“What are you doing? Aren’t you taking it off?”
“Huh...?”
At some point Jang-woo’s speech toward her had dropped into casual speech. The way he handled a woman was practiced. With looks like his, countless women must have passed through his hands.
Is my wife just another one of them?
“Hurry up and strip.”
Jang-woo didn’t bother moving himself. Just the look in his eyes was enough to make the wife I loved start undressing on her own.
Ssslick...
Her hands slowly reached behind her back, toward the clasp of the bra that barely contained her full breasts. Every pair of eyes in the room locked onto her.
You can stop here. Seung-yeon. It’s okay to stop here.
Gulp...
Click...
Was it just empty hope? The bra clasp came undone helplessly under her fingers.
Ssslip...
The underwear slid off naturally. Her breasts—so white they looked almost translucent—spilled forward as if relieved of confinement.
She covered them with both hands. For a second her pink areolas peeked between her fingers.
“Whoa...”
Su-hyeok let out a sound of pure admiration. He was the youngest of them, and his cock had been thrashing the hardest the whole time. He climbed onto the bed like he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Oh my...”
When Su-hyeok’s hands wrapped around her thick thighs, her whole body flinched and trembled.
Was the look in her eyes fear? Or excitement? Only the flush spreading across her skin told how aroused she truly was.
“Fuck...”
Her full breasts bare, wearing nothing but a single pair of black panties—the lewd contrast of white skin against black fabric finally dragged a curse out of Su-hyeok.
“Stop...!”
Under his rough hands her legs spread. Even through the black underwear the center of her was visibly soaked.
“Just stay still.”
Su-hyeok’s voice was thick with heat. His mouth looked full of spit as he stared at her.
“Slowly...!”
“Slowly, my ass.”
Su-hyeok grabbed her panties and yanked them down hard. My wife tried to twist away deeper into the bed. Every time she moved, her full breasts bounced and swayed.
“Where do you think you’re going.”
His voice was desperate.
“Ha-euk...!”
Do I need to step in?
Riiip...!
Ah... too late.
“Huh?”
“Oh my...!”
In Su-hyeok’s hand hung my wife’s panties, half-torn. Through the ripped fabric her pink pussy lips, already glistening with her juices, came fully into view.