The Thrill of an Outdoor Threesome (2)
Jang-woo...?
That familiar silhouette under the streetlight. The bulging muscles and broad shoulders. The hard chest packed tight inside his white T-shirt dragged up every foul memory I had of him.
He was smiling brightly. His eyes raked up and down my beloved wife.
What the hell is this?
Tens of thousands of thoughts flashed through me in an instant. Jang-woo—Hwa-soo had told me he’d taken care of him.
The bastard who had fucked my wife. Who hadn’t been content with that and had schemed to turn her into his slave.
Lee Hwa-soo had pulled him away from her and planted a seed of trust in me.
So why... were the two of them standing here together right now?
“How have you been?”
“Ah... yes... it’s been a while.”
Even my wife, face-to-face with Jang-woo again, was strangely shy.
“Never thought I’d see you like this again. Didn’t you miss me?”
“Ah....”
“Well, we’ve said hello. Shall we go? We don’t have much time.”
Lee Hwa-soo clapped Jang-woo on the shoulder and, with his other hand, seized my wife’s hand.
The two of them looked far too close for men who were supposed to be at odds. The pair of big men flanked my beloved wife and started walking slowly deeper into the park.
Fuck.... What the hell is this? Why are they together?! Huh?!
And why is my wife out at this hour... Did they really meet just to work out as a trio?
Endless thoughts tangled and pressed down on the back of my skull. For now I decided to follow them.
How far are they going...
They moved at a fairly brisk pace into the depths of the park. Whatever they were murmuring, the three of them kept talking without pause. Mostly Jang-woo and Lee Hwa-soo spoke while my wife listened and reacted.
Was it really just exercise?
They had been circling the outer paths of the park for quite a while. Before I knew it a full hour had passed. In the humid heat my wife’s thighs must have been beaded with sweat by now.
What the hell are they doing...
“This spot will do.”
Lee Hwa-soo’s steps stopped in a pitch-dark stretch with no streetlights at all. Almost no one around, only the occasional passerby. Right beside where he stood sat a darkened public park restroom.
“Whoa... hyung-nim. How did you even find a place like this right in the middle of the city?”
“Heh... You like it?”
“Of course. Just remote enough, just quiet enough, and yet not completely deserted.... Just thinking about it makes me tingle.”
“Glad to hear it. How about you, Seung-yeon?”
“Ah.... I... feel kind of nervous.”
Jang-woo looked excited, Lee Hwa-soo wore a calm smile that never left his lips, and my wife was trembling—none of it made sense.
“Shall we go in?”
Men’s and women’s sides were separate. At Hwa-soo’s words Jang-woo took Seung-yeon’s hand and started leading her into the men’s restroom.
“Ah.... What if someone sees us?”
“Shh...”
“I’m shaking...”
My wife’s trembling voice. Whether from the heat or something else, the sweat on the nape of her neck glittered under the moonlight.
“Come here.”
Jang-woo’s strong hands pulled her into the restroom. Anyone could walk in, yet the lights inside stayed off.
These fucking bastards. What kind of shit are they about to pull...!
Lee Hwa-soo glanced around once more, then turned and stepped inside as well. Even after he entered, the pitch-black restroom remained unlit.
Thud... thud... thud...
I slowly shifted around to the back of the building. The restroom sat in a fairly secluded corner; not a single person was in sight nearby. Only distant silhouettes of people walking told me that someone could pass through at any moment.
“Haa... haaung...”
I darted behind the restroom and lewd moans spilled through the gap in the men’s window.
The sounds were clearly coming from inside the unlit men’s side. Whether they hadn’t noticed the window was open or simply didn’t care, every breath and gasp poured straight out into the night.
“Haaung... haa... w-wait a second... not there...”
“Ah... I’ve wanted this so badly. I’ve missed seeing it so much.”
My wife and Jang-woo...?
Their voices, reunited after so long, poured raw and unfiltered through the crack.
“Still... ah, down there... I’m sweaty.”
“Hmm... mmm... stay still. Hmm... ah, so sweet... this feels even dirtier.”
“Hauuk....!”
From the dialogue spilling out through the humid air I could picture exactly what they were doing. Instantly I saw Jang-woo’s head diving under the white tennis skirt she had worn tonight.
Breathing hard, he shoved his tongue between her thighs. His thick arm muscles locked around her plump thighs so tightly her lower body only trembled and couldn’t escape.
“Haaung... hauuk...! Ah... my panties are soaked... stop!”
Her voice grew rougher. I could see her face, eyes closed, every nerve focused on her sex.
What pissed me off most was that my own cock, which had been quiet, was now reacting hard.
Why? Because of Jang-woo?
The thought of his tongue stirring between my wife’s legs made my groin ache with a sharp, tingling heat.
Of all times...!
The long-absent intensity was too much. Risk be damned—I felt a fierce urge to jam my face into the window gap and watch them with my own eyes.
Yeah... just once. Just once, look for real. What if she’s being forced into something terrible? Then... I’d have to save her.
Any tiny excuse I could rationalize was enough. I gripped my blood-swollen cock tightly and slowly pushed my face into the crack.
“Haa... haeup...!”
The scene inside the restroom was faintly visible in the moonlight. Luckily the ground was high enough that I could look down clearly from above.
And my beloved wife Seung-yeon....
She was in the farthest stall—the third one. From my angle her face was completely exposed....
Jang-woo’s furious back muscles were buried under her tennis skirt, fully on display. If Seung-yeon simply opened her eyes and looked up, she would spot her own husband peeping through the gap in the door.
“Ahheuk.... haa... ah, that place is too dirty...!”
“Hmm... no... hmm... it feels so good...”
“Hauuk! Ah... please!”
“Seung-yeon... slowly. Shh. Don’t forget we’re outside.”
Jang-woo and Seung-yeon weren’t alone in that tiny stall. Lee Hwa-soo was watching the man who was devouring her pussy.
The subtle heat rising in Hwa-soo’s voice told me the situation was plenty interesting to him as well.
“Ah... this really doesn’t feel right!”
“Seung-yeon. Did you think living out a fantasy would be easy?”
As her resistance grew louder, Hwa-soo’s tone turned firm.
Fantasy...?
This is... Seung-yeon’s fantasy? Back then her sex fantasy was definitely... anal sex...
“Ah... what if someone comes in...!”
“We’ll worry about that if it happens. Right now just enjoy this moment.”
“Ahheuk... don’t take the panties all the way off... please.”
“Haa... how am I supposed to leave them like this.”
Jang-woo’s voice was so thick with lust he sounded ready to pass out.
Ssslllp....
Her panties slid down between those plump thighs. Suddenly I remembered she had worn black panties full of little holes today.
“Eup... slurp... churp.... slurp...”
“Haa.... aheung... haa... please... heuuk...!”
Jang-woo’s rough tongue pushed between her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Like a man hunting for a spring in the desert, his tongue drove deep into the wet folds of her cunt.
“Ahheuk... hauuk...!”
“Shh... shh...”
Her thighs quivered violently. Held by Jang-woo’s arms, she was forced to plant one leg up on the toilet while both hands clenched hard in his hair.
Then Lee Hwa-soo’s hands settled gently over the soft swell of her breasts. The tight T-shirt outlined her sensual waistline; it twitched under his touch.
“Haa... haeup...!”
“Do you really want to get caught? Should I cover your mouth?”
Hwa-soo’s voice had roughened a little. His hands slowly began lifting her T-shirt.
Ssslllp....
“Haeup... ahheuk... haa... please... be gentle.”
Seung-yeon’s pleading, trembling voice echoed through the entire restroom. Jang-woo’s tongue was already lapping at the outer lips of her pussy, tasting her juices.
“Hoo... you even wore a sexy bra? Were you looking forward to tonight?”
“Aheung... haa... haeup...!”
With the T-shirt raised, Hwa-soo’s fingers popped her bra free. Her heavy breasts spilled out, pink nipples already standing stiff.
“Haa... hoo... slurp...”
“Ahheuk!”
When the tip of Hwa-soo’s tongue bit down on her nipple, a sharp moan burst from her mouth.
That single sight alone made my cock swell so hard it felt ready to explode inside my pants. The throbbing shaft was already trapped in my underwear, screaming to be let out.
Fuck... I should just cut this damn dick off. What the hell am I doing coming all the way out here!
Inside I was screaming that this was wrong. That I shouldn’t be doing this here.
Ziiip....
Yet my hands were already pulling down my zipper and shoving my underwear lower. My rock-hard cock sprang free, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip.
My beloved wife Seung-yeon was making even me reckless.
“Hoo...”
Just a few strokes while watching her face and I felt cum surging up, ready to spill.
I was imagining the exact texture of her pussy that Jang-woo was tasting right now.
Thud... thud...
At the tail end of her leaking moans I suddenly heard faint footsteps. I had forgotten—this was a public restroom anyone could use....
Just as Jang-woo lifted her other leg and drove his tongue deeper into her cunt, just as Lee Hwa-soo twisted her left nipple clockwise—
someone was walking toward us.