My Wife's Sex Fantasy (1)
My wife whispered something into Lee Hwa-soo's ear. The moment the words left her lips, her pupils trembled faintly.
As if she herself had never expected such a confession to come from her own mouth...
Her breathing grew heavier, thick with erotic moans that made every exhale sound even more lewd.
"Heh heh... It's a more surprising story than I expected. But something of that level? I can listen to it anytime."
A deep smile spread across Lee Hwa-soo's lips as he took in her words. The sense of achievement at finally drawing something genuine from her mouth radiated across his entire face.
Fuck... Seung-yeon... What the hell did you tell that bastard?
Sweat beaded on her flushed face, catching the light and making her look even more provocatively sensual.
Gulp...
My wife waited for his next move. Slowly—very slowly—Lee Hwa-soo's body began to shift.
Ssslllp...
His thick cock, buried deep inside her pussy, slid free. Already glistening and standing rigid from the juices Seung-yeon had poured out, that massive shaft rose into view.
"Haahng..."
As the thick cock withdrew from her pussy, my wife could only let out a deep moan, as if her body had suddenly been left hollow.
"Turn around."
"I-I'm sorry. I must have lost my mind for a second. Just... pretend you never heard it."
She urgently tried to stop him as he moved, her pupils—shaken for a moment—now begging as they locked onto his face.
"Shh..."
"I'm serious. I've never... never done it even once."
"That's exactly why it's a fantasy, isn't it? And a very basic one at that."
Lee Hwa-soo's voice was thick and calm. Every time he persuaded her, his expression grew serious, radiating a strong sense of trust that even a man would find convincing.
He clearly had a gift for words.
"...Still."
My wife hesitated. After several rounds of persuasion she had already surrendered her body, yet she clung desperately to the last thread of reason, like a gatekeeper who still had to open the final wall before total surrender.
That's right... If you don't want to, don't do it, Seung-yeon. You can stop right here!
I wanted to scream. I wanted to stand proudly in front of the wife I loved, take her hand, and run straight out of this place.
But... strangely, my body had no strength left for any of that.
Powerless...
After hearing genuine moans of pleasure spill from the lips of the woman I loved, my body simply refused to obey me.
"Haahng... Hauk! Good... Hauk...!"
The wet friction of her pussy and the thick sounds of sex kept tormenting my ears. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of her hips rolling rose up and turned me into an even more helpless, stupid husband.
"Seung-yeon. It's all right. One by one. We'll take it slowly and make them come true, one by one."
"....."
"It's something your husband can't do for you. If you go back like this, you'll probably remember it for the rest of your life. Opportunities like this aren't common."
What...?
You fucking bastard...
His voice, deliberately goading me, lit a spark of rage.
Something her husband can't do?
Now he was openly dismissing me, selling me out right in front of my face. The fuse at the end of my temper was about to catch fire.
Me? Why can't I? The only person who should be able to gift Seung-yeon her fantasy is me.
Inside the helplessness, a small seed of anger began to swell.
"Ah... All right..."
The moment her hand seemed to grasp the doorknob of surrender, her voice reached me.
"Haah... I'll do it."
"Good. We have to be honest with each other."
Her hesitant voice. Once again she had fallen for Lee Hwa-soo's coaxing, throwing the last remaining thread of reason up into the sky.
Ssslllp...
"Haaah..."
Then came her moan. My wife spread her legs and lay face-down on the bed. Her white buttocks—those fleshy, flushed, sensual hips—rose high toward Lee Hwa-soo and trembled.
Her entire body quivered. With her face buried in the mattress, waiting for his next move, she was completely defenseless.
"Hooo..."
Lee Hwa-soo climbed onto the bed, his body rising and falling. From his angle, the pink inner flesh of her pussy would have been fully exposed between her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
Was what she wanted... doing it from behind?
For a moment the memory of the swapping session with Se-ah flashed through my mind—Lee Hwa-soo bringing his hand down hard on my wife's ass.
The red palm-print blooming across her white buttocks. The juices that had gushed out as she trembled...
She had gotten so excited, squirting wetness, that she clearly loved it. I had never once thought she enjoyed being spanked, so the shock I felt then had been enormous.
Is she hoping to play with Lee Hwa-soo's big hands again this time? Did she really enjoy getting fucked while being spanked that much?
Fuck... She could have just asked me to hit her...
"Haaah... Hnngh...!"
Lee Hwa-soo's thick fingers slowly stroked her pussy.
Sticky juices clung wetly to his hand. Thin strands of her fluids hung from his fingertips, ready to drip.
"Haaah... Hnngh... Ah..."
Her lips parted as the moans spilled out; the hand clutching the bedsheet trembled violently.
"Spread wider."
"Ah... I'm scared..."
Her quivering legs slowly—very slowly—opened to either side. Only then did the pink inner flesh that had been hidden in the darkness of her pubic hair begin to reveal itself.
"You're this wet already..."
Lee Hwa-soo muttered to himself. Even his voice seemed thick with anticipation.
You... are you really working right now? Are you really dedicating yourself to our marriage?
Hah... Fuck.
The deep suspicion I had buried began to surface. Hearing him over the phone was one thing; seeing the expressions on his face right in front of me made me start to doubt how genuine he really was.
"You have to trust me."
Yet Lee Hwa-soo's voice telling her to trust him carried a natural charisma. Whether she was cowed by it or actually felt trust, she couldn't easily argue back in front of him.
No... It can't be.
Just watch a little longer.
Just a little more...
I shook my head hard, but the claws of suspicion clung like residue and refused to let go.
"Haup...!"
Lee Hwa-soo's hand clamped firmly onto her ass. The veins standing out on the back of his hand matched the thickness of his cock as it angled toward the cleft of her buttocks.
Solid...
His shaft looked even harder than before. The way he prepared for the second round felt thoroughly professional.
One thing was certain about Lee Hwa-soo: this was not the skill of someone who had only done this once or twice.
"Hnngh... Hnng...!"
His hand gripped his cock and guided it between her cheeks.
Squish... Squish...
Sticky juices clung to the head of his cock as it brushed against the flesh of her pussy. My wife's body flinched and trembled; her pink breasts, hanging downward, swayed in response.
Hooo...
The intense stimulation at the tip of his cock almost felt as if it were happening to me. Every time her pussy twitched, a sharp jolt shot through my own prostate.
"Ready? Hooo..."
"Haaah... Slowly... Please. No... Can't we just stop?"
She turned her head back to look at him. Her face, already smeared with sweat and saliva, flushed even deeper, making her look more lewd than ever.
"Hoo..."
Lee Hwa-soo didn't answer. His hands simply spread the lips of her pussy wider.
"Hnngh..."
Fine, fuck it... Just finish it already.
I could already picture everything that was about to happen, so I had no choice but to quietly close my eyes.
I had already seen more than enough of my wife thrashing in excitement under the palm-prints of his hands. The image of his thick cock locking tightly into her pussy kept rising in my mind until it felt like it would become a permanent trauma.
"Hooo..."
A deep breath from Lee Hwa-soo. Next his cock would take aim at the entrance of her pussy.
"Hauk! Aaah... Kyaaah!"
Wh-what the hell!?
"Hnngh... Hup!"
What burst from my wife's mouth was not a moan of sexual pleasure.
It was a raw scream—a cry of shock and pain pushed to the extreme.
F-fuck!
The place Lee Hwa-soo's thick cock had entered was not her pussy. It was the small hole opening just three centimeters above it.
That black hole was slowly swallowing his thick shaft.
Squish... Squish...
"Kyaaah!... Pull... Pull it out!"
Her violent scream tore free. She thrashed, trying to push his thighs away with her hands.
"Shh... Seung-yeon. The pain is only temporary. Feel it!"
"Hauk... Ah... Hwa-soo... Auk...! It hurts... It hurts so much!"
"Did you think a fantasy would be easy? Then it wouldn't be a fantasy. Just endure a little longer. Hooo..."
Lee Hwa-soo's face was twisted as well as he pushed into her rear hole. Was the sensation completely different from the squeeze of a pussy...?
Gulp...
I had never once pushed my cock into an asshole. I had only ever heard people call it paradise; I couldn't even begin to imagine what it actually felt like.
So... my wife's sex fantasy was...
Anal sex...?
"Kkueuk... Hueuk...!"
Almost sobbing moans burst from her.
Lee Hwa-soo's thick cock was ruthlessly opening her hole.
Squish... Squish...
"Hauk... Hnngh... Haup...!"
Her hands clenched the bedsheet so hard they trembled.
Squish... Squish!...
"Hauk!"
A breath that sounded as if she had stopped breathing entirely.
Lee Hwa-soo's cock had been driven all the way into her hole...
Buried to the root.
"How is it?"
"It's thick... Haaah..."
"Hooo... This is only the first fantasy. Enjoy it."
Squish... Squish...
"Hauk... Haup... It's too big!"
"Shh... Feel it. Feel the movement."
Lee Hwa-soo's thick cock began to move slowly inside my wife's hole.