Active Wife 03
"Sorry… haah~ I got held up doing something."
There was something faintly off about Yeonju's voice — a catch of breath she hadn't quite managed to hide.
"What are you doing? Why do you sound like that?"
"Mm… haah~ I was running the vacuum. Ahh~"
"I'm the one who does the cleaning. Why are you doing it? Just leave it. And since when does pushing a vacuum around leave you panting like that?"
A faint whirring was coming through the receiver, but it was definitely not the sound of a vacuum cleaner.
"Since you weren't home I moved some heavy things around and vacuumed every corner, so I'm a little worn out… haang~! Whew~"
Those supposedly exhausted breaths came through the line sounding almost sweet, and the way my cock stirred in response told me everything I needed to know. This was moaning of an entirely different kind.
"Haah~ Taemin… I… haah~ I'll call you back… in a bit. Let's hang up for now. Haah… yeah~"
"Uh… okay. Don't overdo it."
I hung up. No matter how I turned it over, I couldn't shake the feeling that Yeonju was not cleaning house. Her voice had grown shakier with every word, her breathing rougher, and that last sound had felt like she was forcing herself to swallow a sob.
"Yeonju said she's cleaning? I thought she barely does any housework."
"She's been keeping up with it lately because of the rules. I'm gonna hit the bathroom real quick……"
A public restroom happened to be right nearby, and I headed straight for it. My gut was screaming that this was something I needed to check right now.
Click.
I stepped inside, locked the stall, and opened my phone. Camera one in Yeonju's room was the unit I'd mounted on the ceiling; camera two sat in the vanity mirror, aimed at the bed. I connected to the feed and switched on camera two.
"Haaang… ah… ah… aaang~"
The moment the screen lit up, Yeonju's face filled it, turned toward the mirror.
She was down on all fours in a doggy-style crouch, her chin tipped slightly upward. Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth rounded into a soft O, and the expression on her face was that of a bitch in heat — her whole body twitching and flinching as sharp little jolts of pleasure pulsed up from her pussy.
The mechanical whirring, of course, was not a vacuum. It was the vibrating dildo buried in Yeonju's cunt, and the person working it in and out of her was none other than Yeonju herself. She still had her panties on, the long shaft shoved straight through them into her pussy. The pink straps clung to her hips, but the stretched fabric below had been shoved so far aside by the dildo that it wasn't even covering her ass.
"Haaang~ haah~ haah~ ahh~"
I could see the vibrating shaft buried deep between her spread cheeks, writhing and pulsing as it tormented her. Every rotation of the motor sent a fresh twitch through her hips, and the breaths spilling out of her were thick and ragged. The dildo jutted from her like a bitch's tail, ravaging her pussy without mercy, reducing her to an animal in heat — and Yeonju was watching it all happen to her own face in the mirror, drowning in the dizzying pleasure rolling up from between her legs.
My hand moved on its own. I pulled my cock free and wrapped my fingers around the rigid column, so hard I could feel it throbbing in time with my heartbeat.
She winked.
"Heh heh~"
Yeonju smiled at the mirror and winked, as if she knew perfectly well I was watching. I found it so damn cute I couldn't help smiling back.
Then she changed positions. She switched the vibration off for a moment, turned her lower body toward the mirror, and spread her legs. It was a shame the panties still hid her pussy from view, but the sight of Yeonju staring straight at me in that filthy pose was almost enough to make me come all by itself.
One hand went to her chest, the other gripped the dildo, and she started masturbating in earnest. Every time her palm swept in slow, generous circles over her D-cup breasts, a glimpse of brown areola peeked out from the edge of her bra. And every time the hand on the dildo pumped forward and back, spearing her open, the pink panties stretched tighter and the underside of her pussy flickered into view — vanishing, appearing, vanishing again, so close it made my mouth go dry.
"Haah~ you fucking slut… haah……"
Watching her, I had no choice but to stroke myself like a man possessed.
"Haaang~ ang~ ang~ haaah… ang~ ang~ ang!"
"Nngh… hah… hah……"
We were masturbating together, in two different places.
The motor kicked back on.
"Haaaaaang~~~~~"
Her moan climbed with it. Her hand sped up, thrusting so hard and so deep that I could see the dildo pistoning in her hole with perfect, filthy clarity.
"Aahh~~~ aaaah~~~~~"
With every faster stroke, the panties hooked around her hips slipped a little lower, peeling back to reveal more and more of the obscene pussy they'd been hiding. Every nerve I had locked onto that slowly baring cunt, and my stroking hand clenched so tight my cock went numb.
"Fuck… come on, slip off already."
The moment the hole swallowing that dildo came halfway into view, my heartbeat took off like a runaway train. White juices were pouring from Yeonju's filthy, bitch-in-heat pussy, frothing thicker by the second, soaking into the sheets.
"Hnnnaaang~~~~~!"
And then her ass seized in a violent convulsion, and she yanked the dildo free. For a split second her pussy was completely exposed, and a thick gush of white cunt-juice pulsed out of her in heavy spurts.
"Oh, fuck!"
I got maybe a tenth of a second. Then the panties slid back over her. Her legs, which had been spread in a wide M, gave out and collapsed, and all I could see was the dark tangle of pubic hair crowning her mound. It wasn't enough. Not even close to enough to finish me.
"Please… spread your legs again."
I muttered it under my breath, but Yeonju only rode out the aftershocks for a moment before casually tugging her panties back into place. Then she sat up and looked into the mirror.
She said it to the mirror, still holding the vibrating dildo, which hadn't stopped spinning. The whole shaft was studded with pearl beads, turning in lazy, glistening circles.
Yeonju dragged her tongue along the dildo — still slick and filthy with the cunt-juice it had just been churning out of her — and then slid the whole thing into her mouth.
She threw me a wink and a blown kiss, then climbed off the bed and vanished from the frame.
I switched cameras fast. Yeonju had gone into the bathroom and started showering. There was only the one ceiling camera in there, so I couldn't get a decent look at her pussy, and after the show she'd just put on the feed felt flat. I couldn't stop my arousal from ebbing away.
"Ah, hell~"
My hand was still moving, but my cock was shrinking by the second. Stuck with that unfinished, sour feeling, I had no choice but to tuck myself back into my pants.
"Damn it… just you wait. I am definitely getting you back for this."
I wiped the pre-cum off my hand with a wad of toilet paper and stepped back outside.
"Sorry. I'm a little late, huh?"
I'd been in the bathroom a full ten minutes.
"Is your stomach okay?"
Minhee looked at me with a flicker of genuine concern.
"Yeah… it's a little off. I think I dumped too much vinegar in that cold raw-fish soup."
"Aigoo~ you really were pouring it on. Want to duck inside somewhere and rest for a bit?"
"Yeah. Let's do that."
We headed back toward downtown. When we passed a quiet café and Minhee started to turn in, I caught her arm.
"Hm? What?"
"I think I actually need to lie down for a minute. How about… we go over there?"
Damn it. I was shamelessly pointing at a motel that looked like it had been decorated by someone with too much money and no taste. Minhee glanced at it, then smiled.
"Sure."
We walked over, and Minhee slipped her arm through mine. The inside of the place was every bit as over-the-top as the exterior had promised.
"What kind of room would you like?"
A middle-aged woman behind the counter looked us over.
"Just whatever's open is fine."
She stared at me for a long second.
"First time here?"
"Yes. First time."
She gave us a small smile and handed over something that looked like a pamphlet.
"This one, this one, this one… pick from these."
The pamphlet was full of photos of different themed rooms, and she tapped a handful of them for us to choose from. A hospital exam room. A suite. A karaoke booth. A classroom. There were even shots that looked like a prison cell and a public restroom. Minhee and I both snorted at how ridiculous the concepts were, and I pointed at the subway-themed one.
"We'll take this."
"That one's taken. Everything except the ones I marked is full."
You've got to be kidding me. People are seriously in here fucking in the middle of the afternoon? Out of all these rooms, only three were left?
"Then we'll take this one."
Minhee picked a different room and handed the pamphlet back. We took the key from the woman and rode the elevator up.
Click.
We stepped into the room we'd chosen. It was huge — genuinely big enough that the price tag didn't feel like a scam — and decorated down to the last obsessive detail.
"Welcome, sir~ Please come in."
Minhee slipped through the door a step ahead of me and turned back with a mischievous little smile, playing hostess, calling me her customer.
The room we'd ended up with was themed as a massage parlor. Massage machines, a massage chair, massage tables, a shower stall — the whole place had been built out to look exactly like a real shop, right down to the kind of adult toys that showed up in every other porn video.
The problem was that another couple had already claimed the space. They were occupying two of the three massage tables in the room — the man stretched out on one, the woman on the other.
They were holding hands across the gap, gazing at each other with the kind of tenderness you'd expect from a couple on a date, while each of them received a massage from someone of the opposite sex. The man was being worked on by a female masseuse; the woman, by a male one. The detail that stood out was what those hands were actually doing. The woman had both fists wrapped around the man's cock. The man had one hand on the woman's breasts and the other between her legs, on her pussy.
"Go ahead and get undressed, sir~"
"Pfft~"
Minhee didn't so much as glance at them. She just grabbed my wrist, pulled me into the room, and started taking my clothes off right in front of them. I didn't care that they were there either. I was naked in seconds. And then it was my turn — I reached for Minhee's clothes and started peeling them off.