Park XX's Confession 3
Once Assistant Manager Oh had finished breakfast and was waiting in the living room, I quietly called my wife into the master bedroom.
“What is it, honey?”
Without a word of reply, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my fully hard cock.
She startled at the unexpected move.
“Honey, what are you—”
I caught her hand, pulled her down to her knees, and gripped the back of her head, drawing her toward my cock.
“W-wait, honey.”
Flustered, she tensed her neck and resisted.
“Just hold still.”
I dragged her harder by the back of the head and began rubbing the head of my cock over her lips.
“Mmph… what is this…”
She kept trying to pull her face away, refusing my cock. It was useless.
I had no intention of letting her go.
Honestly, an unbearable excitement had been burning in me since the early hours of the morning before. From the moment Assistant Manager Oh had masturbated over my wife, something hidden inside me had flipped on like a switch.
That night, my wife had been reduced to nothing more than jerk-off material, her pussy lips shamelessly on display, wet with another man’s filthy spit. And this morning she had sat at the table in a body-hugging one-piece, smiling through breakfast with her full, rounded breasts resting right on the surface—never dreaming for a second that Assistant Manager Oh, sitting directly across from her, was stealing looks at them.
That oblivious indifference of hers drove me wild.
I clenched her hair in my left hand.
“Ah—that hurts… honey.”
With my right hand wrapped around my cock, I kept smearing the head across her lips.
“Mmph… stop… honey…”
Her full lips began to shine with the precum leaking from my tip. Even more worked up, I pushed my cock straight into her slightly parted mouth.
“Ghk… ghk…”
I had buried it to the base in one thrust; she gagged and thrashed. The truth was, my wife was no expert at blowjobs. In the whole of our marriage, the times she had sucked me could be counted on one hand. It wasn’t that she found it dirty—she simply wasn’t used to it.
As my raging cock filled her small mouth and worked back and forth, clear spit began dripping from the corners of her stretched lips. It fell in little spots onto the knees of the one-piece where she knelt, darkening the fabric.
At first she looked panicked, but gradually she seemed to accept what was happening. As I kept using her mouth like a fleshlight, she subtly moved her tongue, softly wrapping it around the shaft.
That was the kind of woman she was. Even when I did something this sudden and insane, she never got angry or snapped at me.
“H-honey… h-hurry…”
She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth, murmuring the plea. Her cheeks were flushed pink; looking down at that face sent my excitement surging to the peak.
I seized her hair with both hands and drove into her mouth even harder. Every time the tip of my cock nudged the back of her throat, she drooled helplessly and struggled.
“Ghk… ghk….”
And yet she never spit me out. Instead she closed one hand around my cock and began actively sucking, stroking as she went. When her soft lips sealed around the whole head and pulled, a shiver of extreme pleasure ran through me.
“Ah… ah…”
Then, suddenly, I wondered what panties she was wearing. Still buried in her mouth, I bent down and pulled the hem of her one-piece up over the wife who was kneeling at my feet.
Her sensual ass came into view, quivering. To study the rear view more carefully, I glanced at the vanity mirror across the room.
She was still wearing those mesh panties. The exact pair Assistant Manager Oh had coated in spit over her pussy the night before—no doubt about it.
“You’re wearing the mesh ones?”
Licking along the shaft, she looked up and answered.
“They were on sale, so I bought a pair.”
“They’re pretty. Did you shower this morning, by any chance?”
“Why?”
“Just curious.”
“Yeah, I washed up quickly.”
She had showered that morning and still hadn’t changed out of the mesh panties. She was still wearing the ones that had been soaked in Assistant Manager Oh’s spit. The thought that another man’s saliva still clung to the fabric, pressed right against her pussy lips, made the heat in me spike.
I thrust even deeper into her mouth.
“Ugh… ugh…”
She moaned and took every inch. Still holding her mouth around my cock, I slowly backed up and sat on the edge of the bed. She came with me on her knees like a dog, still sucking without pause.
Her posture settled naturally into both knees on the floor and her ass raised high. Through the vanity mirror opposite us, the folded lips of her pussy showed clearly beneath the mesh. And the surface of those mesh panties covering her was soaked through. The juices from her own arousal and Assistant Manager Oh’s spit were mixed together over her pussy, smeared and blended.
Unaware of any of it, she kept sucking with her eyes slightly unfocused. Looking down at her, I sank into a pleasure beyond words.
Then Assistant Manager Oh’s voice came from outside the bedroom door.
“Manager, what are you doing? At this rate we’re gonna be late.”
At the sound of his voice beyond the door, my wife flinched and looked up at me. I pushed back into her mouth as I answered him through the door.
“Yeah—wait a second. I’ll be right out.”
She must have been nervous; she spit me out and tried to stand. I caught her, laid her back on the bed, straddled her face, and drove my cock into her mouth again.
“Th-that’s enough now, honey…”
She resisted a little at first, but the moment my cock filled her mouth she started sucking hard again. Riled by the sight of it, I pulled out, gripped myself, and began stroking over her face.
She watched with a demure little expression. Then climax hit; somehow she sensed it, parted her lips slightly, and stuck out her tongue.
“Hhhk.”
Thick jets of cum splattered across her entire face. I had meant to finish in her mouth, but I was far too worked up for any kind of precise aim. Even with her face thoroughly painted, she carefully sucked me clean after I finished, drawing out every last drop left inside. Then, with a look that said I was incorrigible, she shot me a sidelong glance and slipped into the en-suite bathroom.
I hurriedly fixed my pants and left the bedroom.
“Manager. What were you doing that took so long?”
“Sorry, sorry. Let’s go.”
“What about the Madam? We should say goodbye.”
“Ah—she’s busy with something right now. Later.”
Assistant Manager Oh smacked his lips, clearly disappointed he wouldn’t get to see my wife’s face before we left. I pushed him out the door ahead of me and we left the house.
After that business with Assistant Manager Oh, my sex life with my wife went back to the way it used to be. Coming home from work and seeing her, I would inevitably remember the shameless things he had done to her—and then I would get so worked up I would take her almost every time.
“Honey, you’ve seemed a little different lately.”
“Different how? I don’t think so.”
I played dumb, and she didn’t press; maybe she didn’t mind the change in me. In any case, it was clear that the Assistant Manager Oh incident had woken something that had been sleeping inside me.
Time passed, and before I knew it a full month had gone by. By then the memory of that night was fading from my mind, and I needed a new stimulus.
“Honey, want to eat out tonight?”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Meet me near the office after work?”
“Okay, sounds good. Should I bring the car?”
“No—traffic’s impossible at that hour. Just take the subway.”
“Right, rush hour. Will do.”
“Dress pretty. Let’s make it feel like a real date for once.”
Seeing her light up like a child made me feel good in spite of myself. But she had no idea what I was planning for that evening. Watching her pure, uncomplicated joy, I felt the dirty desire that had been slowly dying out since the Oh incident catch fire again.
The busy day flew by, and quitting time arrived. As I hurried to leave, Assistant Manager Oh asked me about it.
“Manager, what’s with the early exit?”
“I’ve got a date.”
“Oh! With the Madam?”
“Obviously with the wife. Who else?”
“Man, I’m jealous!”
He wet his lips and looked thoroughly envious. Ever since that day, he had started asking after my wife far more often. And every time the subject of her came up, he wet his lips just like that—the way a man does when talking about some delicious food he once tasted.
Leaving him with that lingering look of regret, I hurried out of the building.
“Honey!”
My wife was waiting at the front gate, beaming as she greeted me. True to form, she hadn’t taken my request to dress pretty lightly. She was only standing on the sidewalk, and already I could feel the eyes of passing men pulling toward her.
She was in a two-piece suit. The H-line skirt that just covered her knees stood out especially. On any ordinary office woman it would have been an unremarkable skirt—but on her it was something else. The fabric clung lightly, tracing the clean line of her body from her hips down to her calves without mercy. And with the stiletto heels she had chosen today, her lifted ass pulled the skirt taut enough that the outline of her panties showed through.
Below the hem, her smooth calves in nude stockings and those impossibly slender ankles completed the picture. Whether she noticed the sticky stares of the men around her or not, she smiled and waved as I came toward her.