Your Wife Was Fire
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't turned on.
Those full breasts, that narrow waist, the wide hips and the sleek lines of her legs — the tight housewife outfit clinging to every curve kept snatching my eyes and refusing to let go. And when a woman came on this strong, there was no way I was turning her down.
"Mmph..! Mmmpph..! Mmm...!!"
She tangled her tongue with mine like a woman who hadn't seen a man in years, shoving me back until I toppled onto the big sofa.
"You're pretty aggressive, aren't you?"
"Haa..! Haa..! We haven't even started yet. Mmph!!"
Straddling me, Manager Park's wife kissed me again, that frantic tongue of hers starting to slide lower — lips, chin, throat — until she shoved her head straight down the front of my T-shirt.
"Ah...!"
"Slurp..! Suck.. smack- slurp.."
She was good. Had she worked in a club or something? She kissed her way across every inch of my stomach, teasing with her tongue, and as her head slowly climbed higher a sharp jolt of sensation shot through my nipple.
"Aaaah...!"
"Suck! Slurp..!"
It felt great, but it was also getting stuffy. I sat up a little and yanked the T-shirt off over my head.
And there she was.
"Heehee..."
Manager Park's wife, looking up at me with her tongue stuck out, flicking the tip of it against my nipple.
I grabbed her face and hauled her up into a kiss.
Two years of being single. I poured every scrap of pent-up hunger into her without holding back. But this woman was even worse.
With one hand she gently rubbed the nipple she'd pinched like a switch, and with the other she was already stroking the cock straining against my pants.
"Huff.. huff.."
"Oh, baby. You've been hiding something like this?"
Noses touching, eyes locked, she worked my cock in her hand. Then that sultry smile vanished from in front of me, and the next thing I knew her face was buried between my legs, pants and underwear already stripped away.
"Haaaah.... Yes... this is it.. slurp..! Suck...!!"
"Ohhh...!"
She took me deep into her mouth and sucked hard, then dragged her tongue from my balls all the way up to the head before swallowing me down again.
"Ah..! Fuck, you're insanely good at this..!"
"......"
The praise slipped out before I could stop it. Manager Park's wife pulled off my cock and shot me a sharp look.
"What? You don't like dirty talk?"
Stopping here would be a waste. Even if I had to play along, I was seeing this through to the end...
"No. Keep going. You bitch."
"Hah... crazy slut, hurry up and suck."
"Mmph!!!!"
I fisted a handful of her hair and shoved her head down, driving my cock into her mouth. Honestly, this wasn't my usual style. When I had sex I tended to be pretty considerate of my partner. So the way I was acting now surprised even me.
Why was I being this rough?
Two years of starvation? No. It was the rage I felt toward Manager Park. And the thought that this woman was a total whore. I wasn't treating her like a woman — just a tool for getting off. That was why I could be this bold.
But she was probably thinking the same thing about me.
"Ghk..! Ghk..!!! Ugh...!!"
I was pressing her head down so hard my cock was jabbing the back of her throat, and she made choking sounds of struggle. Even so, she didn't try to lift her head or pry my hand off her hair. If anything, she took it more eagerly.
Then I might as well match her energy.
I sat up and yanked at the housewife outfit of Manager Park's wife, who was bent over between my legs like she was doing dogeza. The skirt that had been trapped behind her knees came free and rode up.
That ass line was a work of art.
SMACK!!!
I slapped her ass. I'd always wanted to try that once, and I couldn't hold back.
"Kyaaah!!!!"
"......"
It must have hurt a lot — she spit out the cock she'd been sucking and screamed. But after one quick glance up at me, she took me back into her mouth.
"You filthy slut."
"Nngh...! Hnngh....!!"
I squeezed her reddened ass hard, then slipped my fingers under her panties.
Squelch—
Jesus, she was flooding. Her soaked pussy sucked my fingers in like a black hole.
"What the hell did I even do and you're already dripping like this? You cheap bitch!!"
"Haaauuung!!!!"
I slapped her ass again and she threw her head back, spine going rigid.
"Haaauu...! Nngh....!!"
"Does it hurt?"
"Ahn!! Nngh!!!"
While she was up I shoved her clothes aside and pinched one of those jutting nipples, twisting it sideways and giving it a little tug. She shoved that filthy mouth of hers toward me, trying to kiss.
"Get that mouth away from me. Where do you think you're sticking that dirty thing?"
"But...! Hah!!"
I had zero interest in kissing the same mouth that had just been sucking my cock. Still, just groping her like this wasn't enough.
I yanked the shoulder straps sideways and dragged them down.
Her bare breasts — no bra — spilled free and bounced like waves.
"Fuck. Your husband's subordinate shows up at your house and you greet him with no bra on? Be honest. This has nothing to do with your husband's cheating. You just really wanted to get fucked, didn't you?"
"No, you bastard..! Who wears a bra at home..!! Hah!!"
"Then why are you doing this to me? Revenge?"
"Bullshit..!"
"Then what?"
"Because it pisses me off..! That balding pig bastard...! How dare he leave me and screw around with some other bitch?! Know your place..!!!"
So that was it. Whatever her reasons, I didn't care. All that mattered was enjoying the meal. Something like this was going to be a first and last in my life anyway.
I grabbed a handful of her breast and bit down hard, filling my mouth with the soft flesh and going crazy over the hard nipple against my tongue.
Now the tables had turned.
I pushed Manager Park's wife down onto the sofa and spread her legs wide open. A string of her juices was already running down. I dragged a fingertip up through her dripping pussy.
"Hnngh..!!! Hurry..! Put it in already...! Take that big hard thing and do something to me already...!!!"
"If you're going to beg, do it properly."
"With your cock...! Shove it into my slutty pussy...!! Hurry! You bastard!!!!"
"What a total whore."
Whore or not, it didn't matter. She was just a tool for working off today's lust.
Thwack— thwack—
"Hahn!!!"
I took my cock and slapped it down against her swollen clit. She lifted her hips, pushing her pussy forward like she was trying to swallow me whole.
Fine. She wanted it this bad — I'd give it to her.
Squelch—
My cock pressed down, splitting her open and forcing her entrance wide.
Squelch!!!
God... how long had it been since I'd felt a woman's pussy.
"Hnnnngh...!!! Aaaah....!!!"
"How is it? Different from that balding pig's dick?"
"Shut up and fuck me already..! You bastard..!!! Hah!! Hahn!! Hngh!!"
I gave her exactly what she wanted, pounding into her without holding back. The slut kept slamming the top of her head against the sofa armrest and still screamed for me to go harder, moaning the whole time.
But this angle looked even better.
"Turn over. Lift that ass higher."
"Haaauu..! Hurry...! You're killing the mood...!!!"
"Crazy bitch."
"Hah!!!"
Whether she'd spent every won Manager Park brought home on her body or not, her ass was so firm you could believe she was still in her twenties. I groped it roughly while driving my cock into her.
SMACK!!!!
"Kyaaaaah!!!!!"
"Yes! Keep clenching like that, you fucking slut!!"
"Hahn!! Haaahn!! Hahn!!"
It felt like I'd become the star of a porn video. So women who actually liked this kind of thing really existed. I really had wasted my years.
"Not yet..! Not yet..!! If you cum I'll kill you..!!!"
"Ugh..!!!"
"Just a little! Hahn!! Just a little more..!!!!"
"I'm at my limit...!!! I'm— I'm cumming!!"
"Cum!! Dump it all inside me!!!!!"
"Aaaaaaah...!!!!"
"Hnnnnngh......!!!! Aaaah....!! Haaaah....!!! Hnnnnngh...."
"Huff...! Huff...! Huff...! Huff...!"
I was out of my mind. Raw creampie in another man's wife — and not just any wife, my boss's wife...
She wasn't going to get pregnant, was she??
"About pregnancy..."
"That bastard's been trying so hard not to have kids..... Don't worry about that...."
"Whew..."
"Haa... haa... So... want to meet again tomorrow..? I really like your cock... I've never had one this big..."
"Bullshit. We're never seeing each other again."
"You bastard.... What a fucking waste..."
That was when it happened.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep!!
At the sound of the door lock, my eyes and Manager Park's wife's eyes — both of us still tangled together on the sofa — went wide and locked on each other.
"Fuck..!"
"Shut up and get in there..!!"
While I scrambled to gather my clothes off the floor, Manager Park's wife yanked the shoulder straps of her bunched-up housewife outfit back into place, pulled her skirt down, and straightened herself out. Once she confirmed I'd opened the bedroom door and gone inside, she turned around.
By the way — the place she told me to hide was the master bedroom? This woman really was insane.
Hiding in the master bedroom was a little unnerving, but I pressed my ear to the door and listened.
"Honey, what are you doing home at this hour?"
"Ah... th-that is... did a courier maybe come by..?"
"A courier? Were you expecting something?"
"Ah, no! Someone said they sent documents that were supposed to go to the office to the house by mistake.. hahaha.."
"No courier came. I'll call you if one does."
"No! No! Don't worry about it! If it didn't come here, they must have sent it to the office~ haha"
"Hm? Are you leaving already?"
"I-I have to go! I haven't even clocked out yet~ haha..."
"Alright. I'll make a nice dinner and wait, so no company dinner tonight — come straight home!"
"Of course! Obviously! Well then... r-rest up... haha..."
The front door closed. Only then did I let out a breath of relief and look around the master bedroom.
Wedding photos everywhere. But what could you do? This happy little household was about to come crashing down.
"Well, it's all his own karma."
"Pussy?"
"Jesus—!"
I spun around, startled. Manager Park's wife had already opened the bedroom door and was standing there staring straight at me.
"Is my pussy that good?"
"What are you talking about..! Karma! I said karma!!"
"Karma, pussy, whatever. You're not leaving like this, are you?"
"What..? Mmph!!!"
Manager Park's wife lunged, shoved me down onto the bed she shared with her husband, and stripped the housewife outfit clean off. Then she climbed on top of me and rode like a woman possessed — like a wild horse.
Manager Park checked the mailbox, but the USB Yoo Eunho had supposedly sent by courier wasn't there. So he ran upstairs to the apartment. His wife hadn't received any courier either. That meant it simply hadn't arrived yet.
Instead of going back to the office, Manager Park waited in front of the mailbox. Thirty minutes. An hour. As he stood there endlessly waiting for a courier that never came, a single image suddenly flashed through his mind — something he had been too panicked and scattered to notice at the time.
A pair of men's sneakers sitting in the entryway.
"I don't own shoes like that...."
They were definitely men's shoes. And ones he had never seen before. Manager Park was a cheater himself, so the conclusion came instantly.
His wife was cheating.
"That bitch...!!!"
Enraged, Manager Park took off running, his precious few remaining strands of hair flying.
Thud-thud-thud-thud!!!!
He mashed the elevator call button like he meant to break it and chewed his lip in agitation.
1st Floor. Doors opening.
The elevator arrived. Manager Park tried to rush through the opening doors —
"Y-Yoo Eunho..? What the hell are you doing here...."
"Hey, Manager Park."
"What the hell are you doing here!!!!!!"
Manager Park grabbed the collar of Yoo Eunho, who had been about to step out, and shoved him back into the elevator. But a moment later, the strength drained from his entire body — at the single line Yoo Eunho whispered into his ear.
"......"
Manager Park had genuinely loved his wife. The only reason he had cheated was because she kept avoiding sex with him. And yet the wife who refused her husband's bed had been sleeping with another man.
Stunned, Manager Park crumpled to the floor. Yoo Eunho strolled calmly out of the elevator.