Raw Insertion, More Seriously Than I Thought
Days passed as I ate whatever Jisu prepared, stood whenever she touched me, and came whenever she sucked me off. Looking back on everything that had happened, it felt like I had been possessed by a ghost.
When I first let Jisu into the house, my heart had been filled with worry for my wife and hatred toward Min Seo-hye. I had been firmly resolved not to be swayed by that ridiculous "shared wife" nonsense.
Yet here I was now.
I was completely intoxicated by Jisu's charm, and I had lost count of how many times I had come inside her body. It was as if Eun-ho didn't exist, as if Jisu were truly my wife. I had surrendered to the devoted care of this new wife who treated me like a king, losing all self-control as I indulged in her luscious body to my heart's content.
Only insertion.
The one thing I hadn't done was the single lingering regret.
And now, watching the naked apron-clad figure from behind as she prepared the final breakfast, swaying her hips, there was only one thought filling my mind.
Insertion.
I wanted to thrust into Jisu's pussy.
Every morning, Jisu had woken my cock with devoted morning fellatio, but today she didn't let me finish. Come to think of it, she had kept a strange distance even in bed last night. Suddenly acting modest, she wouldn't let me touch her pussy and had buttoned everything up to hide the breasts I usually sucked and licked.
After a week of coming so much, I was tired anyway and hadn't felt the urge to force myself on her. So for the first time, I simply fell asleep beside her, savoring the quiet joy of having her next to me.
Yet after holding back for just one night, my cock was half-hard from the moment I woke, reacting even more sensitively to Jisu's morning fellatio as she gently moistened it with her tongue and lips...
"Now you have to come as my real husband."
With those words, Jisu pulled her mouth away from my cock just as I was about to climax.
Only then did I realize that the dream-like week with Jisu had come to an end.
The final meal was anchovy noodle soup. The steaming broth made from dried anchovies felt refreshing with just one sip. The beautifully dried noodles, topped with neatly arranged colorful garnishes, were perfect. I added a spoonful of soy sauce with chopped green onions and finished it in one go.
Noodles.
A dish symbolic of weddings. Long strands of noodles, representing two couples becoming one and living happily ever after, served to guests as a blessing.
"...You always eat so well, Sung-won-ssi."
"...It was delicious."
Jisu seemed to be hoping that today would be our wedding day.
Beneath the table, my cock was painfully erect, desperately longing for the hole still hidden beneath her naked apron on the other side of the table—the one I had yet to enter.
* * *
"Seo-hye and... Eun-ho-ssi will be here soon."
The clock had passed 11:50. The appointment was at noon. Everything would be decided now. The games about sharing my wife or getting pregnant with a child whose father was unknown would end here.
Though I had been completely lost in Jisu's body for the past week, I had held firmly to one thought. I absolutely could not share my wife...
I would tell her to come back, to live together like before. If she really wanted a child, I would try too...
And if persuasion failed...
I would divorce her. Otherwise, I would go insane.
But now...
"This might really be the last time..."
With a voice that seemed about to fade, Jisu looked at me longingly before heading into the bathroom.
"Want to... come in?"
The bathroom. The secret sanctuary in this house where we could escape the surveillance cameras. Whenever either of us entered the bathroom, it was a signal to shed the watchful eyes and freely unleash our desires. We had devoured each other's bodies like beasts in there. We had done everything except actual insertion.
At first, it was just helping with baths and orgasms... I tried to convince myself that these acts were meaningless caregiving, like helping a child with bodily functions, but one act led to another, and burning desire spread to every part of our bodies. I had rubbed my cock between her thighs as if having sex, in a precarious position where one wrong move could slip inside, and I had already come on her body countless times.
"......"
And now, without a word, I responded to her final temptation and entered the bathroom.
"You wanted to put it in here, didn't you?"
Jisu lay face down on the bathroom floor, still wearing the naked apron. Her breasts, which I had kneaded every night as if they were mine, pressed against the floor. Her luscious ass, which I had freely slapped and grabbed with both hands, lifted toward me. And her thoroughly wet pussy...
With a pang of regret, I spread her labia with my fingers, trying to memorize every detail of its shape and form.
"Hah..."
Perhaps because I was staring so closely, my rough breath touched her sensitive inner flesh. Indeed, there was the unique structural distortion of a woman who had given birth—a massive, abalone-like pussy. It wasn't perfectly symmetrical or pink, but it carried the distinctive, fishy allure of a woman's body that had regularly taken another man's cock and been brutally reshaped by childbirth.
This pussy seemed like it would embrace and warmly hold any man. It felt completely different from my wife Eun-ho's pussy, which seemed to push men away with its fastidiousness, or Seo-hye's sexy pussy, which seemed to seduce men with its playful swaying.
This was a mother's pussy. The very essence of Jisu as a woman—one I could play with and act spoiled with to my heart's content.
And I knew this pussy very well. I knew which part to press to make it gush, where to poke to make her scream like a bitch, how softly and tightly it wrapped around my fingers... I knew that when the soft flesh touched my tongue, it felt like kissing her tongue, that the outside surprisingly had no taste but grew tangy the deeper I went.
Yet I had never thrust my cock into it.
If I refused to be a "shared wife"...
I would never see this pussy again. It would remain a pussy I had never entered, a pussy I didn't know.
The thought seemed to tighten around my heart.
Five minutes left.
"For the last time..."
With those words, Jisu lifted her hips and buried her face in the floor. What was she trying to say? Did she want my fingers inside one last time? Or for me to lick her?
I decided to interpret it my own way.
Yeah. Just once. In and out. It wouldn't change anything anyway. As long as I didn't come. There would be no evidence. Jisu would want it too. If I wanted it this badly, how could she not?
Just once—thrust deep, taste it, then pull out right away...
"Jisu-ssi..."
"S-Sung-won-ssi..."
Since even precum could lead to pregnancy, I carefully wiped the tip with tissue before aligning my cock in front of Jisu's pussy. She didn't resist. Starting from her waist, which looked slender thanks to her ordinary yet wide hips, I ran my hands down.
"Ah..."
I felt like moaning too. My hands spread wide left and right along her ass, tracing an endless arc, passing her shy, brownish anus before meeting at her pussy.
Spread.
As expected, she was soaking wet. She definitely wanted me too. Gripping her widely spread labia, I pushed both thumbs deep inside to open her further.
"Ha, haaah...!"
I pressed my cock against the hole, filled with heat that seemed to emit steam. As expected, it was a wide hole. My ordinary 12cm cock, average in both length and girth, looked like it would be swallowed in one gulp. If it had been covered in thick hair, it might have looked like a wild beast's mouth trying to devour a baby's cock, but Jisu's pussy and anus were all permanently hairless, baby-smooth skin. The smooth pussy hole gaping open almost looked like the face of an alluring woman without eyes, nose, or ears—only lips parted, craving cock.
No, I was the one craving her.
"Jisu-ssi..."
"Hnnngh..."
In perfect, wordless mutual consent, my cock advanced.
Slide...
At the point of connection, a simple sound like a first kiss echoed. There was no hesitation left. I entered Jisu's pussy...
Thrust...
"Hah..."
Jisu breathed heavily, trembling. There was no resistance at all. I pushed until my pubic bone met its limit.
"Ahn, aaah..."
My thighs were already pressed against Jisu's ass, and I couldn't push any deeper... yet her insides still felt endlessly wide. Her wet inner walls trembled more violently than when my fingers were inside, embracing my cock from every angle. It was a fullness like being embraced by the sea. My cock felt as if it had lived for this moment alone. Without any thrusting or chasing climax, just the fact that our bodies were perfectly joined in this one place made me feel as if my life was complete.
"Aaaah..."
"Haaah..."
Our moans of admiration, similar in tone yet harmonizing like a round, seemed to blend together. I wanted to go deeper, deeper. Her depths still felt so far away... Our bodies, completely joined without a single millimeter of gap, remained fixed in the inserted state without any withdrawal or re-entry.
"Jisu-ssi... Can you feel me?"
"I can feel you... I feel you hot inside..."
"Me too... I feel you too, Jisu-ssi... You're so hot..."
"Aah..."
What childish lines. Yet there was nothing more to add or subtract.
* * *
We were one. So neither of us heard the front door open. The moment we finally turned our heads was when the belated realization hit that this house was no longer our private space.
"You're having fun, senior?"
Beneath her swaying blonde hair, blue eyes shone with an expression of pure bliss.
"......"
Cold green eyes looked down at me with a gaze full of contempt. At me, still buried inside Jisu's pussy.
"...Enjoying yourself?"
It was Eun-ho.
