The Leaking Wife (1)
“Ahh…!”
The thick, swollen head of my cock shoved deep into Se-ah’s pussy. Already slick and dripping from the friction of my shaft, her cunt began to take me in all over again.
“Haa… nnngh…”
She moaned in satisfaction as my hips snapped forward once more. Se-ah’s hands clamped hard around my ass and pulled me even tighter against her crotch.
Thud… squelch… thud… squelch… thud…!
The violent wet sounds of fucking weren’t coming from me and Se-ah. They came from Lee Hwa-soo, gripping my wife’s slender waist and driving his thick cock into her with brutal force. Every thrust tore a deep, throaty cry from her lips.
Thud…! Thud…! Thud…!
Hwa-soo was pounding into my wife’s pussy even harder than I was fucking Se-ah. Every time his hips cracked forward, her body lurched ahead and her full breasts swung heavily back and forth.
“Huu… honey…”
“Hah… hngh…!”
I squeezed my wife’s hand tighter. She had been trying to muffle her moans with one hand, but finally gave up and let the raw, thick sounds spill freely from her mouth.
Getting speared by a cock that thick… no matter how hard she tried, there was no way she could hold those moans in.
Thud… thud… thud…
“Focus on me…”
Se-ah’s hands grabbed my face and turned my head toward hers. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet, her eyes gleaming with a lewd light.
“S-sorry…”
“Why? Is Seung-yeon distracting you?”
“Ah… it’s not that, but…”
“Does she feel better than me?”
“What?”
Provocative words poured from between Se-ah’s red lips. She wrapped both legs around my hips and clenched her sphincter even tighter around my cock.
“Nngh… hnn…!”
“Haa… my pussy feels better, doesn’t it…?”
She said it as if she were embarrassed, but the words themselves were pure filth. The heavy, ragged sound of her breathing told me exactly how worked up she was.
Thud… thud… thud…!
Se-ah’s teasing made blood surge hot through my cock again. The way her cunt squeezed me sent pleasure racing up my shaft every bit as intense as my wife’s.
“Ugh… hnn…”
“Huu… Seung-yeon… how does it feel?”
Hwa-soo’s deep voice rolled through the room. Like a machine set on a timer, he never stopped slamming his cock into my wife’s pale, round ass.
“Hngh… nngh… nngh…!”
My wife, her plump ass raised high toward him, could only answer with thick, broken moans.
The woman I loved already had her eyes half-lidded and glazed. White froth was leaking out around Hwa-soo’s dark cock and smearing thickly along its length every time he pulled back.
“Haa… huu…”
Aroused by the lewd sight of her, Hwa-soo sped up even more.
“Nngh… hnn… hhk… hhk…”
Whether it was moaning or sobbing I couldn’t tell, but my wife’s body was trembling hard.
The only thing I could do for her was hold her hand. The image of her offering her pussy to another man and getting fucked raw… the image of me fucking another woman while still clutching my wife’s hand… both of them burned themselves into my mind with perfect clarity.
That’s right… Seung-yeon. If this is what it takes to ease your guilt. If this is what it takes for our relationship to go back to the way it was…
I will look the other way as many times as I have to. I will stay silent. And when this is over and our bodies come together again, I will love you more sincerely than that man currently pounding into your cunt ever could.
I locked eyes with my wife and screamed those words inside my head.
So just hold on a little longer… this will be over soon.
“Haa… I want to be on top.”
Apparently my thrusting wasn’t enough for her. Se-ah shoved my upper body down. In the next moment she was straddling me, her full breasts bouncing and swaying with every movement.
“Nngh…!”
She grabbed my rock-hard cock with one hand. The way she climbed on top of me was far too practiced.
Squelch… squelch…
The moment she pressed the head against her entrance, a filthy wet sound filled the air. My cock slid smoothly into the pink, glistening folds already dripping with her juices.
“Nngh… hnn…!”
She started rolling her hips immediately. Like someone who had been starving for it, like someone desperate to prove she was still here, her grinding was completely unrestrained.
“Haa… haa…”
Eyes closed, she exhaled thick, hot breaths between parted lips. Her hips only grew more violent.
Squelch… squelch… squelch…
“Nngh… nngh… haa…”
My fully erect cock was being jerked back and forth like an arcade joystick under the force of her grinding. It felt like she was going to rip it out by the root. I gripped her spread hips and gave her a light tap with my palm, signaling her to slow down.
“Why?”
Her eyes were slightly bloodshot. She was already so far gone that she looked ready to burn anyone who tried to interrupt her.
“Hngh… ahh…!”
Before I knew it she had planted both feet on the bed and was squatting over my cock like she was about to take a piss.
Thud… thud!
Her pale ass came crashing down onto my crotch without mercy. My dark cock disappeared obscenely between the neat black thatch of her pubic hair and the pink, juice-smeared folds of her pussy.
“Haang… hnn… haa…!”
Se-ah’s moans grew even more frantic than before. Every time her ass slammed down, her stiff pink nipples caught the light and bounced wildly.
“Huu… hngh… slower…!”
“Haa… hnn… hngh…!”
The way Se-ah rode me was something I had never felt from a woman before.
Unfortunately, the wife I loved was never the type to fuck this aggressively. When she was on top she would only rock her hips slowly back and forth, face mixed with shyness and embarrassment.
Of course even that had been more than stimulating enough, and I had always held her lovingly despite her timid pace.
But this…
Thud… thud… thud…!
“Hngh…! Nngh… fuck…”
A curse tore out of me before I could stop it. Se-ah’s pussy was slamming down on me like it was trying to punch straight through my crotch, devouring my cock with every drop.
The sharp jolt against my cockhead every time her ass crashed down, the way she kept her eyes shut and her face burning red while she panted, the heavy bounce of her breasts—every single part of her was driving my pleasure to the absolute peak.
Ah…
Fuck…
I was going to cum any second. After only a few hard rides my cock was already throbbing and twitching, ready to spurt thick ropes of cum.
“W-wait a second…”
“Haa… hngh…”
I barely managed to grab her waist and stop the violent bouncing. Se-ah opened her eyes and looked down at me, asking why. She herself looked like she was only a few more thrusts away from climax, lost in a daze of pure pleasure.
“Just a little… a little slower.”
“Why? Are you about to cum…?”
“Yeah…”
“Haa…”
She simply pressed her ass straight back down onto my crotch. My cock was sucked deep into her folds once more.
“Nngh… slower…!”
Even as I begged, she started rolling her hips again. This time the cock buried inside her plump ass was being swirled around in slow, deliberate circles.
“Haa…”
My hands clenched the bedsheets. I could only grip the crumpled fabric and take every wave of stimulation her grinding sent through me.
“Nngh… nngh… nngh…!”
But the real problem was still happening right beside us. Lee Hwa-soo was still pounding mercilessly into my beloved wife’s ass.
His form never broke. His powerful body kept snapping forward, driving that thick, vein-bulging cock deep into her.
“Haa… haa… ahh…!”
My wife had long since given up trying to hold back her moans. Her upper body had collapsed forward, all will to resist gone.
She was simply surrendering her body to Hwa-soo’s thrusts and focusing entirely on the pleasure.
“Huu… haa…”
A deep, rising groan tore from Hwa-soo’s throat. His brow furrowed as he seized both of my wife’s ass cheeks in a crushing grip.
“Ahh…!”
Her lower body began to tremble violently under the intense stimulation.
Slap…!
“Ah…!”
A raw cry burst from my wife’s mouth.
Hwa-soo’s palm cracked hard across her pale ass. A bright red handprint bloomed across the cheek of the woman lying right next to me.
Held firmly in his large hands, she accepted the spanking without any resistance at all.
Slap…!
“Ahh… hngh…!”
Another red handprint was left on her ass. After marking her, Hwa-soo simply resumed fucking her even harder.
“Nngh… nngh…!”
Slap…!
Fuck…
This was the absolute limit of stimulation. One entire side of my wife’s pale ass now carried a clear, vivid imprint of Hwa-soo’s palm.
Thud… thud… thud…!
“Ugh… hnn… ahh… hnn…!”
My wife’s voice was gradually turning into sobs. This was a raw, unfiltered version of her I had never seen before.
Slap…!
“Ahh… it hurts…!”
Hwa-soo’s spanking was growing more and more aggressive. The trembling in my wife’s voice was not the sound of a woman writhing in pure pain.
Pleasure…
I could tell. What she was feeling right now was not pure, unmixed pain. Rising beneath her voice was a small, unmistakable current of pleasure. That lewd, broken breathing was being pushed out along with it.