My Wife's Threesome Initiation (1)
"Oh my...!"
My wife's eyes went wide. In Su-hyeok's hand dangled her half-torn panties.
You fucking bastard...
"Whoa..."
Su-hyeok let out a low whistle of admiration. Her startled face didn't seem to register with him at all.
With a soft thud, he tossed the panties aside and lunged toward her. His cock stood rigid, bobbing as it strained toward the ceiling.
"W-wait a second...!"
Watching him close in, my wife scrambled toward the edge of the bed. The pink flesh of her pussy, half-exposed through the torn fabric, caught the light in a lewd gleam.
"Oh—!"
Su-hyeok seized her legs and dragged her back to the center of the mattress. Helpless against his raw strength, she was pulled in, her breasts bouncing with every tug of his hands.
"I'll go first."
Gripping his fully erect cock, Su-hyeok looked to Jang-woo for permission.
Hey, you son of a bitch. I'm the husband!
I was standing right behind Jang-woo — that much was certain. But Su-hyeok's eyes weren't on me. They were fixed on him.
The moment Jang-woo nodded, a smile curved across Su-hyeok's lips as he closed in on my wife.
"W-wait..."
She reached a hand out toward him, but it was already too late. Su-hyeok's body began to settle over her full breasts, mounting her slowly.
"Oh..."
"Hoo..."
His thick cock pressed down against her navel. As her soft breasts met his chest, the two of them locked eyes and let out gasps neither of them seemed to expect. Was that instinct?
Two young, vital bodies began to fold together as if by nature. Su-hyeok's hand cupped one of her full breasts, gently at first. That large hand closed around the flour-white flesh, squeezing until it filled his palm completely. The blue veins standing out on the back of his hand were impossible to miss.
"Haa..."
At last a soft moan slipped from her lips. Wearing nothing but that half-shredded scrap of panties, she seemed to feel every bit of the heat radiating from his palm.
"Damn, she's incredible..."
Su-hyeok muttered under his breath. The moment her soft skin filled his hand, something shifted in him — a seriousness I rarely saw on his face, as if the touch alone had stoked him past playfulness.
Easy, you bastard.
Two bodies of pure elasticity tangled across the bed. It felt different from when I used to climb on top of her — subtly, unmistakably different.
Her figure, so firm it seemed it might spring back from the lightest press of a finger, was being slowly claimed by Su-hyeok's hands.
"Haah..."
At last he found her most sensitive spot. His index finger brushed the protruding pink nipple, and under his touch it began to turn, catching the light in a way that made it look even more obscene.
"Haang..."
"Haah...!"
Watching her squirm, Su-hyeok simply clamped his mouth over her breast and bit down. The line of his profile as he sucked and licked was intensely provocative.
"Hngh... gently..."
Even at a glance you could tell how fast his tongue was working. He lashed at her nipple as if flicking something with the tip of his tongue, and the skill of it was anything but ordinary.
Fuck... I'm so goddamn turned on.
Watching my wife heat up by degrees, my own cock felt ready to burst. The blue-veined shaft twitched in my fist as if begging me to finish it off already.
One thing was certain: this was nothing like when Managing Director Choi had taken her. Then she had been half-forced, enduring it. Now, with Su-hyeok, the two of them looked like a pair of lovers.
And a strikingly beautiful couple at that.
It was the kind of scene you'd expect from a movie or a drama, unfolding right in front of my eyes. The only problem was that the leading lady was my wife.
"Hngh... ah—!"
"Slurp... suck... hah..."
With one hand Su-hyeok held her breast and sucked hard at the nipple; with the other he cupped the right one and slowly rolled the tip in a clockwise circle.
Those hands moved with the practiced ease of a man who had taken countless women.
How many had passed through Su-hyeok's hands? With that face — pretty enough to put a male courtesan to shame — and that solid body, even I, if I'd been a woman, would have spread my legs without a second thought.
"Slurp... slurp..."
When Su-hyeok finally lifted his head from her nipple, the pink tip was wet with saliva, standing out sharper and clearer than before. His spit left it glistening.
"Hoo... delicious."
"This is so embarrassing..."
She flushed, ducking her face in shame. I could already imagine how soaked her sex must be after that kind of stimulation.
Then, slowly, Jang-woo climbed onto the bed beside them. His cock, which had been hard for some time already, still stood like a thick pillar — stiff, undefeated.
Monster of a guy...
His body, all dark-tanned and split with muscle, rose onto the white sheets and looked filthy by contrast alone.
"Oh my...!"
Jang-woo's hand moved toward her lower half. Pinned beneath Su-hyeok, my wife had no choice but to take whatever he gave her.
"Hngh...!"
His fingers began to explore the insides of her thighs. Hot air must already have been pouring from her pussy. When Jang-woo pressed firmly into the center of her panties, she cried out in a startled, full-throated moan.
"She's completely soaked."
When he pulled his hand away, a thick sheen of liquid clung to his fingers. My wife's juices. The fluid spilling from her cunt was already starting to trickle down through the dark thatch of her pubic hair.
"Haah..."
As if that were the signal, Su-hyeok stripped away what remained of the torn panties from her hips. The thin scrap that had barely covered her full ass slid down with almost no resistance.
She was completely naked now. Ordinarily her skin was almost startlingly white, but her entire body had flushed a peach-pink, as if she were ripening from the inside out.
Is she that aroused?
I had never once seen my wife this heated. The dry, plain sex we'd always had never produced anything like the woman slowly revealing herself in front of me now.
"Oh..."
Su-hyeok caught both of her arms and pulled them up over her head. The moment he locked her wrists as if cuffing them, her breasts pushed up even fuller and higher.
"This is so embarrassing..."
She breathed in short, heated gasps. Unable to move her arms, she could only turn her flushed face away.
Still holding her wrists, Su-hyeok shifted up beside her face. Toward the wife who kept her head turned, he began to rub his fully erect cock against her cheek.
Slick... slick...
Already thick with her saliva and his own pre-cum, Su-hyeok's cock smeared itself across her face. Over her burning cheek, between her red lips, he dragged it slowly as if spreading cream, and her brow furrowed.
"Mmph... hngh..."
Meanwhile Jang-woo's hands began to roam the curves of her body. Her narrow waist and wide hips flinched every time his fingers found them.
"Haah...!"
Su-hyeok's cock slowly pushed between her red lips. Breathing hard, she began to take him in.
Far more naturally than before. His shaft slid smoothly past her lips and into her mouth.
Squelch... squelch...
"Mmnh..."
Su-hyeok's cock worked back and forth between her lips and was quickly coated in her spit.
"Ah—!"
Jang-woo's hand began to stroke lightly over her sex. Her entrance was already so full of slick fluid that her swollen clit stood out in plain view.
"Ah—!"
Moans kept spilling from the mouth that held Su-hyeok's cock. Jang-woo leisurely spread her pussy into a V and studied the inside at his leisure.
That... I've never even done that.
My wife had always hated showing me her pussy.
She'd cover herself with one hand, saying she was embarrassed. I could never have imagined the woman now splayed open so brazenly in front of me.
Jang-woo buried his head entirely between her thick thighs and took in every bit of that pink flesh with his eyes.
"Hoo..."
"Haah...!"
When he blew a stream of hot breath into her pussy, her ass trembled and shuddered.
"Are you always this wet?"
"Mmnh..."
Squelch... squelch...
With Su-hyeok's cock still in her mouth, she could only answer with unintelligible moans.
"Su-hyeok."
At Jang-woo's call, Su-hyeok pulled his cock free of her lips.
"Hah...!"
It came out with a wet pop, glistening with her saliva. Su-hyeok gripped himself tightly and stepped back from the bed, and Jang-woo settled into place between her legs.
"Haa... haa..."
My wife was panting hard, face flushed crimson, able only to pour out thick, heavy moans.
Slick...
Fuck... it's so goddamn big.
Jang-woo's cock began to rub gently against the entrance of her cunt. That thick, blue-veined shaft, bulging and rigid, was finally ready to push inside her.
Squelch... squelch...
The juices pouring from the pink flesh of Seung-yeon's pussy coated the tip of Jang-woo's cock in a thick, sticky sheen.