Let Me Call My Husband (3)
"Good."
Whatever it was she found so good, Han Minah left the subject unsaid as she pulled my neck in again and kissed me.
"Mmmph... slurp, mmwah, haaah, slurp, mmwah, slurp—"
Even through the kiss, her hand never stopped stroking my cock over my pants. And she kept right at it after our lips finally parted.
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
"...Woojin. You know, right? This is a test."
She made a point of driving that nail in — that whatever we were doing right now was a test — while her hand kept working me. Then came a long ziiip as she dragged my zipper down. Her hand slipped inside in one motion, tugged my underwear out of the way, and pulled my cock free.
A glance. She peeked down at it, then dropped to her knees in front of me without another word.
A light peck — a little laugh, a kiss pressed to the head — and then...
"Aaahmm... slurp, suck, slurp, slurp, mmwah, slurp, suck—!"
Every last scrap of that composure she'd been wearing vanished at once. She sucked me down like she meant it. She even locked both hands on my ass, as if she were terrified I might try to pull my hips away.
And she'd said she was in a hurry.
Sleep taken care of, hunger taken care of — lust had come roaring up behind them. So if she was that desperate to get on with it, why the sudden, single-minded fixation on my cock? She was even flushing hard, panting through her nose around me.
"Haaaah... hahh, mmnph, slurp, suck, haaahmm, slurp, mmwah, haa, haaah... haa-mmnph—!"
If I had to guess, she'd wanted it in her immediately. Even in a rush, though, shoving it in dry was a good way to hurt — so she'd figured she'd at least get some spit on it first.
"Haaaaaah... aaah-mmnph, slurp, suck... slurp, mmwah—!"
But the fourth Remarks slot — the one that said physical contact with me would wind her up far worse than usual — had apparently eaten the original plan alive. Not that I particularly minded the view of Han Minah on her knees, working my cock... but putting it inside her was still better.
"Team Leader. I think that's enough. Shall we?"
"Haa... alright."
She stood right up and eased the slacks she was wearing down — just a little. Down to about the knees, no further, and then she turned and presented her ass to me. I paused.
"Wouldn't it be better to take them off completely?"
"Completely?"
"Yes. I'd like to finish inside if I can... if it leaks out, it'll get on your pants."
"Ah... oh."
Her face went scarlet. She must have remembered the last time — how she'd come apart every single time I finished inside her.
"R-right. That makes sense."
An awkward little laugh, and then she did as I'd said, stripping the slacks off entirely and dropping them on the pantry table. She turned and showed me her ass again... and it was big. Days ago I'd spent a long time groping, squeezing, grabbing, even spanking Lim Jiwoo's ass — and Han Minah's was bigger still.
As for how it felt.
I set a hand on it and squeezed. Where Lim Jiwoo had been spring and softness together, Han Minah was softness alone. My fingers sank in exactly as far as I gripped, vanishing into her.
I kneaded her for a moment, and she looked back at me with a yearning, almost wounded expression.
"...Woojin. Aren't you going to do it?"
"Ah — yes. Of course."
"Hurry..."
She really was in a rush.
I flicked a glance through the pantry window toward the hallway, then stepped in slowly behind her...
...and pushed in.
"Nnhhhhhn...!"
She clamped a hand over her own mouth and let out a thin, fraying moan. We were at the office, after all. Anyone could walk into the department. We were in a corner, sure, but it was open — sound would carry. Let your guard down for a second and someone could look through that window and see everything. It wasn't quite the same as the small conference room with Chae Dayeon, so I kept my hips careful, working into her in short, measured thrusts.
Even that was more than enough for her. Some of it was the thrill, the sheer transgression of doing this in an office everyone else had already left. But what hit harder was the Remarks. Sex was skinship — and skinship with me wound Han Minah up far past her usual limit.
I hadn't even been moving that long before she clamped down hard around me and started to shudder.
"Ahh-aahhhhnnn... nngh...!!"
And of course, with that — thin, watery juices pattered down off the pussy locked around my cock. When I'd told her to take the slacks off, I'd given my cum leaking out as the reason. Looking at this, her own slick was the bigger problem.
On top of that, the third Remarks slot seemed to have wiped the "this is a test" framing clean out of her head. She appealed to me with a raw, aching hunger.
"W-Woojin, hh, haaah... d-don't stop, okay?"
Face burning. Breath scorching. Eyes wet and pleading.
So I stopped being gentle, and I slammed into her.
"Haaaah... aah-nnnhhhh... nnh...!"
Her hand flew to her mouth and mashed it shut. She ducked her head and tried to swallow the sob in her throat. From behind her like this, listening to those broken little sounds, it almost felt like I was forcing her — pinning my married boss in the pantry after everyone had gone home and taking her whether she wanted it or not. A promotion-hungry wife, bent over in the break room. Perfect, right?
Maybe that was why I kept glancing at the window while I drove into her.
"Haaaah... nnhhh... nngh, haa, haah, nnh, pffh... nnh, haaah...!"
Lim Jiwoo's pussy was a greedy thing — pull back and the inner flesh clung and followed. Chae Dayeon's was all ridges and folds; go slow and you felt every one of them. Han Minah's was different. Even if I just stayed buried in her, it wriggled and worked my cock on its own. Pounding a pussy like that, matching that constant squirm, I felt myself getting there fast.
We didn't have much time anyway. No point holding it.
I yanked her wide hips back onto me and came.
"Haaaaahnnn... nngh...!!"
"Huuuh..."
Her soft thighs shivered hard as she came with me, pulse after pulse.
"Ha... aaaah... ahh, nnnngh, haa, haa, haaaaah... haa, haaah...!"
I kneaded her ass and waited while she fought for breath. A moment later some of the lights came back on behind her eyes — and she whipped her head around with a look that was honestly a little frightening.
"More... you can do more, right, Woojin? Yeah?"
The face of a woman who was not going to let this go if the answer was no. Han Minah even scolded her subordinates with a smile; feeling that same charisma aimed at my dick was a strange place to find it. Not that I minded. It was hot.
I slammed back into her.
"Hnh—!!"
"Of course. I can keep going — but what about you, Team Leader? Will you be alright?"
"I-I'm fine, so more... haa, give me more, mooore..."
She had definitely forgotten this was supposed to be a test. Thick, dripping lust was written all over her face. Or maybe it was the opposite — it was still a test, just not the one about her promotion. She reached back and planted a hand on my chest like she was testing how far my stamina would actually go.
"Hurry. Moooore..."
I leaned down over that aching expression the same way I had with Lim Jiwoo, settling my chest against her back, reaching around and filling my hands with her breasts.
"Haaaah... nnnn...!"
She was so far gone that even a light grab dragged a thick, filthy moan out of her. Softness through the slightly stiff dress shirt. Lim Jiwoo's E-cups had overflowed my hands a little; Han Minah's were so much bigger they didn't just spill over — they seemed to pour out of my grip.
I groped her for a long time before I started moving again. The angle forced me to keep it shallower, gentler... but pressed this tight against her, every stroke lined up to grind, over and over, against the mouth of her womb. The spot that hits a woman harder than almost anything else — and that most men will never reach unless they're built for it.
I kept bearing down on it, and then she clamped around me so hard my vision flickered.
"Aaaah... ah, n-nnhhhh, nnh, ha, haaaaaaah... aahh...!!"
She crushed my hands against her own chest and shuddered through another climax.
I hadn't planned on going this far. But maybe I'd tease her. Just a little.
"Team Leader."
"Haa... w-what?"
"......"
Han Minah had her head ducked because of Woojin, which made it almost impossible to check the other side of the pantry window. Worse, the window sat directly in front of her. If it had been off to the side, she could have stolen a glance without lifting her face. Straight ahead, there was no angle at all.
Her mind spun fast around everything she couldn't see.
If someone caught them having sex in an office everyone else had already left... it wouldn't just be a write-up. The shame alone would be unbearable. A couple secretly dating in the company would already be drowning in the fallout. But Han Minah wasn't in some secret office romance. She had a husband. A real one.
Woojin shoved in to the hilt, as if telling her to stop thinking.
"Nnh—!"
The pleasure hit so suddenly she had to clap a hand over her mouth.
No. They could not get caught.
"Woojin... n-no, you said someone's coming, you can't...!"
He didn't stop. If anything, he started pounding her harder — like he wanted to get caught.
"Ha... aaaahnn...!!"
The more she tried to refuse, the rougher the pleasure became. She shook her head hard, still ducked, still hidden.
No. They really, truly could not get caught.
Woojin grabbed both of her arms and fucked her like he was trying to put on a show.
"Nnhhh... nn, n-nngh, ah, ahh, n-nn, aahnn...!!"
She clenched her teeth until they hurt, fighting not to make a sound — and that was when she heard him.