A Sleeping Wife Is Charming
Alright, then. Let's think this through.
You walk in the door, and there's your beloved wife, fast asleep and utterly defenseless.
So what's a man to do?
The answer, obviously, is a sleep-fuck.
Surely the only proper course was to plow Gap-soon right there in her sleep.
"Fwah... fwah...."
Without a single snore or a drop of drool, she slept with demure grace, and I crept silently to Gap-soon's side.
Unaware I'd even come home, she lay sunk in deep sleep; once I'd eased up right beside her, I immediately dimmed a few of the brightly burning lamps.
The room went dark. In the faint glow of a lone candle I drank in the sight of her, then moved my hand toward Gap-soon's chest.
Rustle....
At my touch the breast-ribbon of her jacket slipped loose, and her bare breasts came into view. We were indoors, after all, and since I like her going without her sokgot—her traditional undergarment—Gap-soon doesn't wear one inside the house.
If anything, she'd sometimes push her chest out just enough to make her nipples stand proud against the fabric, teasing me on purpose. Anyway.
Faced with the lush swell of her breasts peeking through the loosened clothes, I couldn't hold back and laid my hands on them first.
Squish....
"Mmmhnn...."
Compared to the beginning, the sensitivity of Gap-soon's breasts had climbed enormously—her whole chest was now as responsive as her nipples had been on our first night.
Even fumbling with her in her sleep, the sight of a body that responsive made what was below my belt swell until it felt ready to burst.
Gap-soon didn't so much as stir. She simply lay still and accepted my touch.
Heat....
"Hoo...."
The temperature in the room climbed another notch. Matching it, I slid my hand from the breast I'd been kneading, caught her nipple between my fingers, and gave it a light pinch.
A moan burst at once from Gap-soon's lips.
"Ahng!"
Jolt... jolt!
Every night's worth of nipple-tormenting was paying off in full. From a mere pinch, Gap-soon moaned as if a cock were buried inside her.
One turn. Jolt!
Two turns. Twitch!
Three turns. Buck!
Working my thumb, I rolled Gap-soon's nipple like a joystick, and her body shuddered along with it—the first time just a twitch, the second a little harder, and by the third her hips were bucking outright.
"Nn... nnghh...!"
Unable to help myself, I pressed down hard on her nipple, and Gap-soon let out a long, loud moan.
And still.
"Nngh..."
Fwah...
She hadn't woken. No telling why she'd dropped off this deep when she hadn't even done any work today, but there it was.
Just as I was puzzling over it, I felt something faintly warm near her legs. I tilted my head down for a look—and there it was: Gap-soon's underclothes, soaked clean through.
"Did she play with herself?"
I suppose going at it that hard would knock anyone out.
And with the tableau laid out like that—looking for all the world like I was mid-assault—blood came rushing into my cock until it strained.
Still teasing the nipple of the sleeping Gap-soon, I spoke.
"Gap-soon. If you don't wake up, I'm going to plow you?"
The truth was, Gap-soon hadn't fallen asleep at all. No—to put it precisely, she was wide awake.
For the past week, whenever Dol-soi came home worn to the bone, he always fucked Gap-soon like a dog. And I do mean literally, exactly like a dog.
It took at least ten finishes for Dol-soi to be satisfied, so she'd assumed that, same as every other day, he'd pounce on her the moment he walked through the door.
And she was preparing herself for exactly that Dol-soi.
"Aaahhn...!"
Gap-soon had been fondling her pussy and nipples all alone, readying herself so he could bury himself inside her the instant he arrived.
What she hadn't counted on, though, was this: a woman blind to sex her whole life, only now opening her eyes to it, would have an appetite to rival Dol-soi's own.
She'd meant to touch herself only until he got home, but as his return kept creeping later and later, she came a full five times. In the end, exhaustion closed her eyes for her.
Squelch..
"Ahhn...!"
So how did she come to wake? The moment Dol-soi's finger touched her nipple. Already wound up to peak sensitivity from her own play, the tender bud throbbed under his rub, and the overwhelming pleasure snapped her awake.
And yet she didn't get up—because of Dol-soi's breathing.
He's turned on...
The man toying with her sleeping, defenseless body was breathing rough and heavy. And so Gap-soon, too, began to burn—and at last she resolved to endure it as long as she possibly could.
Barely, she held out through his relentless teasing. And then.
"Gap-soon. If you don't wake up, I'm going to plow you?"
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes put it in put it in put it in put it in put it in put it in put it in put it in put it in
His finger pressed against her pussy, palmed the soaked cloth of her underclothes, and then he bent his head to breathe the words right into her ear.
By now Gap-soon was every bit as worked up as he was. In heat, plain and simple—her head held nothing but the desperate need to be filled, and past even that, the urge to see Dol-soi's cock, to touch it, to suck it.
And, right on cue—
Thump... sniff, sniff...
It's here...!
Dol-soi's cock settled onto Gap-soon's face.
Without a moment's worry that she might wake, he'd dropped it on her like a slap.
The thick, male musk rolling off it was wiping Gap-soon's mind blank white.
Then—
Swoo... plop.
His cock moved. Straight for Gap-soon's lips. That hard, warm weight pressing at her mouth was the cock she'd been sucking all this time.
Aroused as she was, she wanted to throw her mouth open and swallow him down—yet she didn't.
No—there was no need. The beast that was Dol-soi had already pried her jaws apart with his own hand and was pushing his cock inside.
Gap-soon wasn't tensing a single muscle, so her teeth grazed against him.
Dol-soi tucked her lips in over her teeth so they couldn't touch him, took hold of the back of her skull, and drove his length deep.
"Ghk... ghhk...!"
"Hooo... When your husband comes home, you greet him properly...!"
"Ghehhk... gkk...!"
This, too, had been hard at first. Painful, even.
But now?
Yes yes yes... more, give me more... break me... fill me all the way up inside...!
"Gkk... ghehek... kck...!"
If anything, her head was stuffed with nothing but pleasure.
It was shameful—debasing herself like this, sucking Dol-soi's cock so vulgarly. But more than the shame, what Gap-soon loved was the sight of Dol-soi moaning her name over and over, lost in how good it felt.
Spuuurt....
Buck!
His cock filled her mouth, then pushed deeper still, plugging her throat so full she couldn't even breathe—and far from panicking, Gap-soon wanted more. Deeper. All the way to the end.
And as if he'd read her mind, Dol-soi laced his fingers together, locked them behind her head, and pushed her skull down toward his crotch.
"Ghaaak! Ughk...!"
The thing drove in with such force it seemed bound to push past her throat and into her lungs. Matching it, Gap-soon went slack in the throat instead—so he could slide in all the easier.
Dol-soi's cock now filled her throat completely, its glans just shy of her stomach.
Determined to satisfy him as much as she could, Gap-soon tightened her throat around him once more.
Gllk...
"Khh...!"
The instant she clenched down, Dol-soi's cock gave a lewd throb and wobble—sure proof he was right at the edge. Anyone else might have squeezed again right there, but Gap-soon, who'd sucked him off dozens of times a day, had learned the trick of it.
Gently... now was the moment to ease off. The instant her grip loosened, the oncoming climax was held at bay—just barely. And now—
"Ghehk...!"
Glllk!
She squeezed with everything she had. The powerful constriction wrung an instant reaction out of Dol-soi's cock. And at last—
Gush... gush...
"Ghuhehek... khhek... ghek... khhek, khhek!"
His cock slid free of her mouth, and Gap-soon bolted upright, coughing. Since he'd spent himself deep in her throat, only the faintest trace of semen came up with the coughs.
Drip...
A little of what Dol-soi had poured into her spattered onto the floor.
And right now—her brain starved of oxygen, her head already brimming over with love for Dol-soi—Gap-soon was in no state for sound judgment.
She stared blankly for a moment at the semen trickling from her mouth. Then she bowed her head.
And—
Lap... lap...
She licked it right off the floor. Even Dol-soi was caught off guard, and in that instant Gap-soon gathered every last drop into her mouth, chewed it down, and opened wide.
"Hu... I ate id all up..."
Bweeeh... drip...
At the sight of her, mouth stretched open, speaking as if begging to be praised, Dol-soi's reason snapped clean off.
Watching him lunge at her like a starved animal, Gap-soon thought:
Yes yes yes yes yes yes
"Nn... ghk...! Ughhk...!"
Spuuurt... gushhh...!
The sleep-fuck had failed. But in place of a sleep-fuck, I'd succeeded at a knockout-fuck.
That is: plowing her while she was out cold. At the mouth-open, come-and-get-me display she'd offered up, I'd pounced and put her to use like an onahole, straight away.
And Gap-soon craved me every bit as fiercely in return—the result being the state she was in now.
"The sun's up."
"Hhek...!"
The moment I swept my thumb across Gap-soon's clit, she arched clean off the floor and sprayed her tide. She'd been a crybaby since she was little—and maybe that was why her pussy wept so copiously too.
Well, a knockout-fuck is near enough to a sleep-fuck, so I figured it didn't count against me.
"Gap-soon. You okay?"
"Hooo...."
Gap-soon had been out cold for a good while by then. And I held onto her anyway and kept plowing away for roughly two hours more. Her pussy, swollen taut, had gone past pink and was dyed a deep, angry red.
Feeling a touch guilty, I stroked it gently—and it shed fresh tears of gratitude in streams.
To deal with the wreck we'd made of the room, I gathered Gap-soon into my arms, dipped a cloth in the washwater set out in the house, and began wiping her down.
Chest first.
"Ghuhk... St... stooooop...! Nnyaaah!"
Spuuurt... squirt...!
All I'd done was wash her.... Still, she was my wife—getting her properly clean was only right.
After a good long while on her chest, I washed her all the way from her arms down to her waist. And then—the main event: her pussy.
It was a crusted mess of dried semen and love-juices, and I wiped it clean with the cloth.
"P-pleeease...! St...op it...!"
Spuuurt... squirt...!
Out cold with her eyes rolled back, Gap-soon pleaded with me as if begging for her life. She was already unconscious.... Was any of it sincere?
How was I to know it wasn't just sleep-talk? Ignoring her words, I finished wiping her down, spread out a clean blanket, and laid her on top of it.
"St... stop... I'm dying... I'm dying, I said... mmmnh..."
Hm. Maybe I went a little far...
Then again, I'd be covering her chores either way, so no harm done.
Cock-a-doodle-doooo!
Morning had brightened to the point where even the roosters were crowing. Watching the house slaves trickle outside one by one, I kissed Gap-soon's forehead and stepped out.
And what greeted me was—
"Wh-what is this?! What did you just say?!"
"I said no! I won't! I won't marry some old fossil like that! I can't stand him! I hate you, Father!"
"Ghk..."
"Y-Your Excellency!"
"Gah—gah!"
It's a shitshow. A total shitshow.