Comforting a Married Woman
“Yumi noona was like that too. Women really are weak to this kind of praise.”
Shin-woo had never known. Before he died, his world had never stretched beyond women his own age, and even then, only those under thirty.
He hadn’t understood how much more intensely a woman wanted to be reassured of her worth with each passing year, or how important it was for her to feel that she still possessed enough allure to stir a man’s urge to breed.
The auntie, still facing his cock head-on, was so dazed by her mouth hanging open that she could do nothing but stare and marvel.
And there it was, his polite little cock, nodding up and down as if greeting her in return.
Shin-woo found the whole situation strangely erotic and deeply embarrassing at the same time.
“Um… auntie…?”
“O-oh my. Look at me, losing my head like this. It’s just been so long since I’ve seen something like this…”
Jolted back to her senses by Shin-woo’s voice, the auntie spoke her thoughts without restraint, still not quite shaken free of her shock.
“I heard that if it stays like this too long, i-it’ll hurt. So… what should this auntie d-do for you?”
Her voice was trembling faintly, but not with fear or anxiety—with anticipation and excitement.
“Um… you can do whatever you want, auntie.”
“W-Whatever I want…?”
She glanced around for a moment, then pushed the dining table aside to clear space in the middle of the room.
“Then why don’t you lie down over here? You’ll get tired if you keep standing like that. Ah, hold on a second. Hup!”
With a little grunt, the auntie got to her feet and hurried off to bring back a blanket, which she spread out for him.
“It’d be uncomfortable if you just lay down, so at least use this…”
“It’s okay. Thank you.”
Shin-woo stripped off his clothes all at once.
“Kyaaa! Why are you taking your clothes off so suddenly…?”
The auntie covered her eyes with both hands in a token show of modesty, but between her fingers, her gaze was glittering.
“Ah… sorry. Thinking about lying down on the blanket, I just did it without thinking. Should I put them back on…?”
As Shin-woo reached for the clothes he’d tossed aside, the auntie grabbed his hand in a panic.
“You’ve already taken them off, so what does it matter…? And I already saw your main part.”
Shin-woo grinned and answered, “Yes,” then lay down on the blanket.
The cotton fabric rustled under him.
As soon as his body sank into it, a soft, pleasant comfort wrapped around him with a gentle whoosh.
That sound from last time must have come from this very spot, too.
Just a few days ago, this had probably been where the husband and wife had intended to spend a heated night together.
They might not have set the whole thing ablaze, but somehow, the warmth of that night still seemed to linger here.
This feels strange.
Now that he was lying in the place where her husband had lain, guilt threatened to bubble up in his chest.
No. This is for the auntie. Her husband would be happy about it too.
He shoved the guilt away with a forced bit of logic.
Whether she understood the tangle in his heart or not, the auntie knelt before the Shin-woo who lay flat on his back.
“T-then… I’ll start…?”
Shin-woo answered by nodding once.
“Huuuuuu.”
Taking a deep breath, her shoulders rising with the effort, the auntie slowly reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock.
When she felt the hard, pulsing vein along the shaft through her narrow fingers—those same fingers that probably couldn’t even open a can tab properly—another tiny sigh of wonder slipped from her lips.
Her grip tightened around him, and she began to move carefully up and down, as though handling some precious treasure.
“H-how is it? I-I’m not really used to doing this…”
She must have meant it exactly as it sounded, but hearing that from a married woman only made Shin-woo even more aroused.
Watching her stare at his cock in fascination, still throbbing without pause, made him think she likely hadn’t had a satisfying relationship before now, either.
“It’s good, but could you go a little faster…?”
At Shin-woo’s words, the auntie picked up the pace.
Hmm… so she really isn’t used to this.
The movement became faster, but somehow it still felt awkward and off-kilter, and for a moment Shin-woo worried his cock might actually die on him like this. Then the auntie stopped.
“This… isn’t enough, is it?”
Thinking his expression might have betrayed him, Shin-woo hurriedly sat up and waved his hands.
“No, no. It felt really good just now…”
He was terrible at lying.
The auntie let out a long sigh, as if she’d made up her mind about something, then slowly bent her waist.
“Still, I’m a little more confident in this part…”
Before the words were even out of her mouth, she opened her lips and swallowed his cock in one gulp.
“Hah.”
Shin-woo jolted at the sudden attack, snapping his hips up and then toppling backward onto the blanket.
Whoa, what is this…?
He’d been given oral sex by Yumi before, but the auntie’s mouth was on a completely different level.
Unlike the hand that had failed to grip him properly and could never quite deliver the full sensation, her mouth wrapped around his entire cock and sucked as if she meant to leave no empty space at all.
His cock, which had always been one of his proud points, was thrust so deeply into her mouth that it was almost swallowed by her throat and then drawn back out, the soft, tight pressure never once breaking.
Could it be that the reason she’s bad with her hands is… because she finishes things so completely with her mouth that she doesn’t even need her hands?
His cock, tight with strain and tension, was on the verge of surrendering to this unexpected married woman’s skill.
“A-auntie, wait a second.”
Shin-woo reached out and grabbed her head to pull her off, but she had already slipped into a kind of trance and kept going without pause.
Ah, too late.
At last, his cock could hold out no longer and admitted defeat by spewing out not a white handkerchief, but white semen.
Shin-woo’s hand was still gripping the auntie’s head, and now, against his original intent, it only kept her from letting go.
Quietly taking in every drop as it spilled into her mouth, the auntie finally released him once she was certain he’d finished.
Her cheeks were bulging, stuffed full with Shin-woo’s semen.
“S-sorry. Here, this way…”
Glug.
Before Shin-woo could even fetch a bowl, she had already emptied her mouth.
As if she had momentarily forgotten that the man in front of her was not her husband but the young man next door, she rolled her tongue and licked around her lips, and there was nothing awkward about the sight at all.
Only after blinking at her in silence did Shin-woo bring her back to reality, and she flailed in panic, not knowing what to do with herself.
“Auntie…”
“N-no, that’s not what I meant, student… I just did to you what I usually do for my husband… no, that came out wrong…”
Worried she might have overwhelmed a twenty-year-old bachelor, the auntie was beside herself, but her concern was based on a perfect misunderstanding.
Unbelievable… even Yumi noona didn’t swallow it; she spat it out. And this landlord auntie, who looked so innocent, just swallowed it without batting an eye.
From now on, whenever he greeted this auntie, the sight of her face swallowing his semen in one go would probably come back to him again and again.
“Still, thank goodness. I managed to calm him down—oh? Wait, why is this…?”
The auntie stared in shock at Shin-woo’s cock, which was still firmly standing after he’d come.
No way. Aren’t men supposed to be unable to do anything after they finish once?
Yu Se-ran. That was the landlord auntie’s name.
From here on, I should probably tell you a little about her.
The truth was, Se-ran had never had experience with any man other than her husband.
Somehow, circumstances had always made it difficult for her to get close to men, and after she turned thirty, she ended up marrying the man she was introduced to by her parents.
Then, after her first time with her husband, she discovered a side of herself she had never known existed.
In the early days of their marriage, the two of them burned hot and heavy and made love day and night.
Se-ran had simply assumed that kind of life was normal.
Isn’t this what married couples do, all the time, whenever they feel like it?
The more they did it, the more she wanted it—more often, and for longer.
But time passed, and naturally the gaps between their encounters grew longer.
Her husband, who had never had much of a sex drive to begin with, grew so infrequent in seeking out her body that Se-ran could count the times on one hand, and whenever she asked, the kind husband never refused her.
But a woman’s pride made it difficult to ask every time she wanted it.
Whenever it became truly unbearable, she considered taking care of herself, but she wasn’t a widow, and with a husband still physically alive and well, doing it alone felt like a matter of last resort—of the very last shred of pride she had left.
And then, not long after, her husband got a good opportunity and began living overseas.
There were good things about that arrangement, too.
Whenever the seasons changed and he came back for a short visit, he would hold her the way he used to, at least for that little while.
But as time went by, there were more and more occasions when her husband simply couldn’t rise to the occasion, and distance grew between them once again.
For his sake, Se-ran cooked nourishing meals and did her best to arouse him with techniques she had learned from books.
And yet, even so, it was impossible to enjoy a truly satisfying relationship.
Before long, their sex life had dwindled to the same empty sequence every time: perfunctory foreplay, penetration, and then a quick finish.
Her husband would fall asleep after climaxing with the relieved breath of a soldier who had completed his assigned duty.
And Se-ran’s desire kept building higher and higher.
“Ahh… ahhng…”
And now, Se-ran was experiencing a whole new world.
It was all thanks to the big, thick cock of the young man next door, pinning her down and mercilessly thrusting into her pussy without giving her a single moment to breathe.