Corrupted Husband (2)
“Mmm…”
A soft moan slipped from between Se-ah’s red lips.
So soft…
The feel of her mouth against mine was nothing like my wife’s. Different. New.
“Mmh…”
My tongue slid slowly between those pliant lips. Before I knew it, her hands had found my shoulders and drawn me in.
From the mouth that had just been wrapped around my cock, soaking it in spit, a sweet fragrance rose.
“Haa… mmh…”
“Nngh… haa…”
Our bodies folded together, fitting as if they had always known how. The heat rolling off Se-ah’s skin sent a pleasant jolt through every inch of me.
“Slurp… slurp…”
When was I ever going to get a chance with a woman like this…?
Kissing a beauty like her was something I had never even allowed myself to dream of. And taking another man’s woman—that was something I had never imagined at all. My mouth pressed harder against hers without thinking.
Ah…
A raw, uncontainable excitement crackled through my whole body. My cock, already standing stiff, throbbed as if it might come any second.
So this is what it feels like to steal another man’s woman.
I cracked my eyes open and glanced sideways. Lee Hwa-soo’s hand was already wrapped around my wife’s back. Her pupils trembled. Her fingers, locked tight around his, seemed to tighten further.
“Haa… focus on me…”
“Nngh… yes…”
Se-ah’s hands framed my face as her tongue pushed in harder, hungrier. The soft wet slide of it against my teeth sent a strange new heat blooming through me.
“Mmh… haa… mmh…”
Spit began to spill from the corners of our mouths. As if my lips still weren’t enough, she turned her head left and right, devouring them from every angle.
“Haa… hah…”
My hand found her breast through the slip and pressed down firmly.
“Ah… haa…”
“Nngh…”
Even through the fabric, Se-ah’s breasts looked like a solid C-cup at least—neither too large nor too small, full and springy, filling my palm perfectly.
“Nngh…”
Her hand slid to the shoulder strap of her slip and drew it down.
A soft rustle of silk.
“Nngh…”
She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her pale breasts spilled free at once.
I closed my hand around one and squeezed hard.
“Haa…”
A deeper sound tore out of her. The soft, yielding weight of that full breast poured into my palm.
Gently…
I began to roll her pink nipple between my fingers. A modest areola, a nipple already standing stiff—pale rose, almost soft pink—turned slowly under my touch, circling clockwise.
“Nngh… haa…”
Her moans thickened. My wife’s nipples had always been sensitive. Was Se-ah the same?
Soft… then hard…
I rubbed and pinched, over and over. Every time I caught that tight little peak, her body jerked.
A sweet spot, then…
“Mmm… haa…”
Her moans grew rougher, filling the room.
Touching another woman’s most sensitive place—it was a pleasure entirely different from anything I had known before.
“Nngh…”
Se-ah’s hand drifted down to my straining crotch. Those slender fingers closed around my cock and began to stroke, slow and deliberate, up and down.
Slick… slick…
I toyed with her nipple; she gripped my shaft and worked it. We looked almost like lovers who had done this a dozen times already.
“Haa… I’m getting so turned on…”
“Me too… you’re so soft…”
“Squeeze harder…”
“Harder?”
“Yes… nngh… bite me.”
Her thighs clenched tighter around the heat building in her. The black slip had already ridden up to her waist, leaving her sheer mesh panties fully exposed.
I wonder if she’s wet…
I buried my face between her breasts. A mix of sweet perfume and the faint salt of sweat hit my nose—a scent so good it made my head swim. Different from my wife’s. A fragrance that matched her beauty perfectly, sexy enough to drown in.
“Lick… haa… hah… lick…”
I put out my tongue and found her nipple. A shade paler pink than my wife’s, it began to turn slowly under the wet drag of my tongue.
“Nngh…!”
“Hhk…! Hah…”
A thick moan burst from her as her hand clenched hard around my cock. A sharp, electric jolt of pain-pleasure shot through me under those long, delicate fingers.
“Haa…”
I licked wider, circling her areola and nipple together. Soft yet firm, Se-ah’s peak flicked left and right with every pass of my tongue.
Her grip on my cock tightened further. Eyes closed, lips parted, she seemed lost in the feel of my mouth.
“Mmm… nngh…”
I closed my teeth around her nipple and bit down—just enough pressure.
“Hhk… ahhng…!”
“Does it hurt?”
“Haa… no… it feels good…”
I took her left breast deeper into my mouth and bit harder, tongue sweeping the whole areola as I worked that sensitive peak.
“Nngh… nngh…!”
“Lick… lick… mmh… suck… suck…”
Spit from my mouth was already spread gleaming across her breast. The dim red lighting made her look even more obscene.
“Harder…!”
Whether it was a cry or a moan, the demand tore out of her. I obeyed, biting down harder on that plump, standing nipple.
“Nngh… ahhk…! Yes…!”
Se-ah’s hands clamped onto my ass. My legs were already spread; the head of my cock pressed against the center of her panties, and a deep, raw stimulation bloomed from the contact.
A little different from my wife, maybe.
She looked refined, almost haughty—sexy and innocent at once—and her tastes ran surprisingly filthy.
“Take my panties off…”
The words left her mouth in a low, heated murmur. Up close, her face was more beautiful than I had even imagined.
And that beautiful face was asking me to strip her panties off…
Will anything like this ever happen to me again…?
My cock, already burning, was screaming for more.
Fine… if we’re doing this, I might as well be thorough.
I slid my hand up under the rucked-up slip and stroked her sex through the fabric.
“Nngh…!”
Through the open mesh of those black panties, a warm dampness met my fingers. Her wetness clung thick to my fingertips.
Ah… filthy.
“Haa… haa…”
Se-ah’s breathing turned rough. I hooked my fingers into the scrap of fabric barely covering her pale ass.
A soft rustle…
She lifted her hips just enough to help. I didn’t miss the moment—I dragged the panties down in one clean pull.
“Hah…”
The panties came free of her legs and into my hand, already soaked, her juices wet against my palm.
Now she wore nothing but the black slip bunched around her waist. Between her spread thighs, neatly trimmed black pubic hair came into view.
Looking at another woman’s cunt… not my wife’s…
A strange, twisted heat rose in me. Thick strands of her wetness clung to the tips of those dark hairs.
Shy, she covered herself with both hands. I drank in the lewd little pose—fingers pressed over her sex, face flushed.
How wet is she under there…?
“Put it in…”
She said it almost bashfully. Her face, burning red, her breath coming hard, told me she was ready.
“Hah…”
My cock, veins standing blue along the shaft, had been ready for a long time. How long had it been since I’d felt this kind of tight, aching fullness in my groin?
It throbbed and strained as if begging to be shoved into a hole, to feel that wet, clenching squeeze.
I pushed her hands away from her sex.
“Ah…”
Her pubic hair, and beneath it—her cunt, a deep, vivid crimson, fully exposed. Already soaked, it glistened with the wetness welling out of her, so wet I could see it dripping.
“Haa…”
“Hah…”
I dragged the head of my cock slowly along her folds.
The rough tickle of black hair. Her juices smeared thick and sticky across the tip.
“I’m putting it in…”
“Haa…”
She nodded, ready. For a second I wondered what my wife’s face looked like right now.
Is she okay…?
Rubbing my cock against Se-ah’s entrance, I stole a glance toward my wife.
“Hhk…”
She was in Lee Hwa-soo’s arms. He held her from behind, pressed tight against her body.
And—
His hand was sliding into her shorts.
“Haa…”
She didn’t stop him. She didn’t push his hand away as it worked past her waistband. Her eyes were fixed only on me and Se-ah—on my cock grinding against another woman’s cunt.
“Nngh…! Hurry… put it in…”
A thick moan tore from Se-ah. Her pupils trembled with raw excitement.
“Hah…”
The swollen head of my cock pushed halfway into her soaked entrance.
“Nngh…!”
Se-ah’s hands clamped hard on my ass, fingers digging in with new force.
There was no stopping now.