Professor Choi's Wife
Professor Choi ended the lecture with a calm, authoritative tone that echoed through the lecture hall. “Then we’ll conclude today’s class.”
The students murmured in response. “Thank you for your hard work~”
But his gaze lingered on the podium. “Lee Su-hui, wait a moment. I’d like to speak with you.”
Su-hui walked down from the front, her steps measured and polite as always. While other students filed out, chatting in low voices, Professor Choi leaned in close once the room emptied, his voice a hushed whisper. “After this… shall we have a supplementary lesson?”
Her breath caught. “Y-yes… Professor.”
“At exactly ten o’clock, meet me in the parking lot.”
“Yes…”
The moment she slid into the passenger seat of Professor Choi’s car, her short skirt rode up, exposing smooth thighs to the cool air. Professor Choi’s hand settled lightly on her bare thigh, not moving further, yet the touch sent a shiver through her. Instead of pleasure, Su-hui felt her body burning with memories of the many times he had taken her in his research office—overpowering, humiliating, and utterly addictive. She squirmed, cheeks flushed. Professor Choi glanced at her with a knowing smile, as if silently urging her to behave. “Just hold on a little longer.”
They arrived at his villa, a quiet suburban home tucked behind tall gates. Su-hui’s heart raced as she stepped inside.
“Professor… um… is your wife…?”
“Ah~ It’s fine.”
The casual reply left her puzzled. She followed him down the hallway to the bedroom without protest. The room was spacious, dominated by a large bed flanked by a nightstand. On the nightstand sat a framed photograph of Professor Choi and his wife. The woman in the picture appeared dramatically younger than her years, with a sleek bob haircut that framed her delicate, youthful face.
“She really looks so young,” Su-hui murmured.
“Of course. The age gap is quite large—over a decade apart, actually.”
Professor Choi’s age was in his mid-forties, so the woman was likely in her early thirties.
“It’s not that I came to see the photo… we should start.”
He loosened his tie while Su-hui stood quietly in front of him, methodically unbuttoning her white blouse one by one. Each button release sent her pulse racing faster. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, standing before him in only her bra and panties.
“Come here and lie down.”
Professor Choi instructed her to stay in her underwear as he laid her on the bed. He opened the drawer beside it and retrieved a collection of toys and restraints. First he blindfolded her with a soft velvet cloth, then locked leather cuffs around her wrists and raised her arms above her head. Her legs were secured apart with ankle restraints, stretched open and fastened firmly to the bedposts.
Su-hui felt completely exposed and helpless. With her vision cut off, every touch became maddeningly sensitive. Professor Choi stroked her body everywhere at once—breasts, stomach, thighs. She whimpered softly.
“Professor… this is…”
“It’s fine. It’s supplementary class.”
“…Yes.”
“Hmm… then how should we tease you today?”
He toyed with the various toys, murmuring to himself. Suddenly his phone rang. While still caressing her body, he answered. “Ha… hello? Ah, yes… home… yes… ah, I see. Okay then.”
He hung up and lowered his head to her neck, licking a slow, wet trail along her spine. The wet tongue clung to her skin, refusing to part.
“Ha… Professor…”
“My wife is finishing up work early and heading home.”
“N-no… then please let me go quickly…”
“Hmm…”
Professor Choi continued his gentle, relentless pleasure without saying another word. Su-hui began to panic.
“P-professor… quickly…”
“Hehe… shall we start with the rotor?”
“No, wait—!”
He slipped a small, egg-shaped vibrating toy from its case and turned on the remote. The rotor pressed against her panties right at her clit. Su-hui gasped, the blindfold making every stroke impossible to anticipate. The sensation was overwhelming.
“Hoooot… Professor… haa…”
Her bound body trembled violently. “Su-hui really loves these toys!”
“Ah… ahng… professor… but… the missus…”
“Shh…”
Professor Choi rubbed the rotor harder against her clit. The sudden vibration from below made her panties grow wetter by the second. Then she heard the front door lock beep—
-Beep beep beep beep beep ding
“Haang… ah… prof… professor?”
“Ah, must be my wife. Just a moment.”
Professor Choi left her tied to the bed and stepped out. Su-hui felt something wrong in the air. How could he simply walk away after leaving her like this? She strained against her bonds. Voices drifted from outside. A moment later the door opened.
“Oh~ Hello, Su-hui student.”
A woman’s voice. Su-hui’s heart nearly stopped. The tone was warm, almost cheerful.
“I’ve heard so much about you… you’re really beautiful.”
“Really?”
“Yes, truly.”
Su-hui twisted desperately, trying to free her arms and legs.
“It’s okay, Su-hui student. I’m used to this, hehe…”
The bed shifted as someone sat beside her. Gentle hands—soft, feminine hands—brushed her side. Not the rough touch of a man, but the tender caresses of a woman.
“My husband and I… we really love this kind of thing.”
The voice was low and soothing, whispering right into her ear. These two were clearly experienced with such situations. Su-hui realized the invitation had been carefully planned.
“Ha… yes… Mrs. Choi…”
“Oh, Mrs. Choi? Just call me Unnie, Su-hui. My name is Mi-jung.”
The woman’s voice laughed warmly. Su-hui had never felt a woman’s gentle touch before, and the softness gliding over her skin sent electric sparks across her body. The blindfold made every stroke feel infinitely more intense.
“Haah… yes… Mi-jung unnie…”
“Oh, thank you. Now, do you feel anything yet?”
The sound of a chair creaking filled the room.
“Hmmm… I’ll sit here and rest for a while. You can enjoy yourself, dear.”
Professor Choi sat down, the setup already complete. Su-hui felt soft lips brush her neck, then a warm tongue tracing down to her collarbone. The tongue circled her ear, flicking inside with gentle, teasing strokes.
“Ha… Su-hui student is so beautiful… I’m getting excited too.”
“Ha… ha… unnie…”
“That’s right, good girl… you’re so lewd too.”
Mi-jung kissed her way down Su-hui’s ear and stood up, turning toward Professor Choi. “Dear, would you mind lowering my zipper? I should undress too.”
-Ziiip
The zipper sounded loud to Su-hui. Then came the soft rustle of fabric falling. Moments later, warm feminine skin pressed against her side.
“Hng… shall we play together, Su-hui? There are so many toys here~”
Mi-jung’s fingers found the front clasp of Su-hui’s bra and unhooked it with a soft click. Her full breasts spilled free. Gentle hands cupped them, thumbs and fingers rolling her nipples in slow circles.
“Hng… angh… unnie… angh…”
“Su-hui’s breasts are so pretty…”
“Aah…”
Mi-jung whispered against her ear while teasing her chest. With vision blocked, every touch felt amplified. The knowledge that a woman was pleasuring her—slow, deliberate, and thorough—ignited a new, deeper heat. Her nipples tightened under Mi-jung’s careful attention. Mi-jung switched to her other breast, sucking one nipple into her mouth while rolling the other with her fingers.
“Haah… angh… aah…”
“Does it feel good, Su-hui student?”
“Y-yes… haa… it’s so soft… aah…”
“First time with another woman?”
“Y-yes…”
Mi-jung’s hands slid down from her chest, past her narrow waist, and reached the soaked panties. She found Su-hui’s clit through the fabric and rubbed it slowly in circles.
“Haah… aah… angh…”
Su-hui moaned helplessly, her wet panties growing darker with every stroke. Mi-jung smiled. “Su-hui is so pretty… and her body is so sensitive… exactly as you said.”
“That’s right?”
Professor Choi’s voice was rough with arousal. His massive erection strained against his pants. The sight of two beautiful women tangled on the bed was unbearably erotic. Mi-jung continued toying with Su-hui’s clit, then leaned down and kissed her. Su-hui tensed for a moment—then surrendered, parting her lips and letting the woman’s tongue explore her mouth. Mi-jung’s body, full and mature in her early thirties, pressed down over her. Su-hui responded with equal passion, her tongue meeting the older woman’s with hungry intensity.
“Ha… Su-hui is so lewd… my panties are already wet.”
“Ah… aah… unnie… it feels so good…”
Mi-jung’s relentless fingers had soaked Su-hui’s panties completely. The fabric clung transparently. She slipped her fingers inside, spreading the soaked folds, gathering the slickness. “This wet… I can’t help wanting to tease you more.”
“Haah… unnie… angh… please tease me…”
Smitten with the filthy words, Mi-jung retrieved the rotor and pressed it against Su-hui’s entrance. She pushed it inside with a smooth, wet glide.
“Haah… angh… aah… aah…”
“Shall we continue?”
Mi-jung left the rotor deep inside and pulled the soaked panties back into place, the wet patch already spreading. Su-hui writhed, the constant vibration driving her insane. Mi-jung rose and approached Professor Choi. When he lowered his zipper, his thick cock sprang free, heavy and throbbing. “While Su-hui enjoys the rotor… I’ll taste my husband’s cock.”
“Aah… angh… this… the vibration is too much… aah…”
Mi-jung pulled her own panties aside and lowered herself onto Professor Choi’s erection in one smooth motion.
“Haah…”
Su-hui was left lying alone on the bed, listening to the sounds of pleasure echoing from the other side. Her own core ached with the same need. She wanted, desperately, to be filled the same way. The two women’s moans filled the room.