The Wife's Whispered Dirty Talk, Part 2
I winked at Minhee as I glanced toward the cheating couple on the next table. At first she only looked puzzled, completely missing what I was after—but the moment I scooped her up and laid her down on the neighboring bed, right where the female masseuse had been working, the realization clicked. She turned her head just slightly and shot me a look that was equal parts knowing and filthy.
I moved the masseuse aside and settled Minhee face-down between the man's spread thighs.
I dragged the head of my cock—already beaded with pre-cum—up and down the split of her pussy, lining myself up with her entrance before pushing in slow. She'd been fucked open only moments ago, and her pussy took me in a single smooth, silken slide.
"Ahhh—nngh… haah~ ahn~"
Minhee moaned around my thrusts, and then she reached up with both hands, wrapped them around the stranger's cock hanging above her face, and drew the head into her mouth. She rolled it over her tongue, tasting him, savoring him, taking her time.
Watching Minhee suck another man's cock right in front of me sent a strange, electric heat crawling through my body. I couldn't help seeing Yeonju in her place—Yeonju, on her knees in front of me, sucking Minyong's cock the same way.
"You fucking slut… our first time and you're already sucking some other guy's dick? Does he taste that good?"
"Mmph… ahh~ ahn… yeah. This guy's cock tastes good too. And it's even better because you're watching. Haah~"
"You little whore. As long as something's stuffing that pussy of yours, you don't even care whose it is, do you?"
"Haaahn~ that's not it. I like it because you're watching. Your cock is the best. I don't need anyone else's. Haaaahn~"
"Then if I tell you to, you'll suck some other guy's dick just like this? If I say I want to watch you fuck another man, you'll do it?"
"Ahhh~ ahn! Ahn~ yeah. I will. If you want to watch, Taemin, I'll fuck another guy. I'll come on some other man's cock right in front of you. Aahn~ aahn!"
My body answered her before my brain did. The pace of my hips picked up on its own, slapping wet and hard into her. Minhee had a talent for hitting my exact taste, dead center, every single time.
"You want another man's cock in you? Whose do you want the most?"
"Haaahn~ anyone. Anyone you tell me to, Taemin. I'll spread my legs and take them. Ahhng~ a little more, just a little faster…"
I drove into her again at full power, pounding her pussy the way I had before. But going that hard without a break would hurt her the way it had last time, so I worked her in waves—easing off to a medium grind, then slamming everything I had into her in a single brutal surge, over and over.
"Hnnnngh~~~~~~! Aahk~ ah! Haaahn! Ahn~ ahn~ ahk~ hnnnaaaaaahn~~~~~~"
Whenever I crashed into her like a storm she screamed in a high, broken register; whenever I slowed she caught her breath in wet, sobbing moans. I felt as though I had completely conquered her, working her pussy the way a musician works an instrument. And deep inside, at the very back of her, she was still rippling and squeezing around me, sending a vicious, concentrated pleasure straight through the head of my cock.
"Haaahn~ what was Hyejeong's pussy like? Was it good?"
Every time I dropped the tempo, Minhee threw another question at me.
"It wasn't. That bitch is a slut. I only came because I forced it."
"Then what about Heeyeon's? Was she a slut too?"
"Yeah. Heeyeon's pussy, Hyejeong's pussy—both of them were loose as a rag you'd already thrown out. It was like thrusting into empty air, I swear to god. Fucking bitches. I wouldn't take those pussies if you handed them to me for free."
"Haaahn~ liar… then how did you come? Why did you come with them?"
"Heh. Those two only tightened up when I hit them. I beat their asses and their pussies until they clenched a little. Just a little. I spanked them raw and fucked them until I wrecked them completely."
"Haaah~ is that right? Ahhng~ ahn! Ahn~ then what about Yeonju's? Did Yeonju's pussy taste good?"
"Haahk~ hah~ hah~ Yeonju's pussy… I've never had it. Not even once."
Shit. I'd just lied. I'd come within a breath of saying it was the best pussy I'd ever tasted, and only barely managed to swerve.
"So? Do you want it? You've had everyone except her. How badly must you want it, huh? You want Yeonju's pussy, don't you?"
"Haahk… yeah, fuck, I want it. I want to fuck her every single day until she's crying and begging, until I've turned that thing into a ruined, gaping hole."
"Mmm~ haaaahn~ lucky her. Yeonju's so lucky… how good would that feel, having you inside her every day? Haahk~ auhk… ahk~ aahn~ aahn~ ahn~~~~~"
Fucking Minhee while thinking about Yeonju's pussy made my cock go insane. It throbbed and swelled even bigger inside her, thickening against her walls as if it could grow its way deeper.
Every time I drove in hard I could see it—the head of my cock pushing up in a lewd bulge just above her mound. Minhee was a skinny girl, but that little rise of flesh above her pussy was plump, and watching it tent outward every time I punched against the mouth of her womb was more obscene than anything I'd ever seen in porn.
"Haaahn~ are you getting off on it? Thinking about putting it in Yeonju? Haahk~ Taemin, your cock… haaahn~ it's harder than it was before. Hnnhk~! Aahn~ ahn~"
She was right. The thought of burying myself in Yeonju sent a bigger, heavier wave of heat crashing through my skull, and my cock—already buried in Minhee—went hypersensitive, straining at its absolute limit as if it meant to lift her off the table.
"Haahk~ yeah. That's right. I want to spread that bitch Yeonju open and fuck her pussy like I've lost my mind. Goddammit~~~"
I hammered into her, wet and savage, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.
"Auhh… ahn… aahk~ ahk~ ahk! Easy… too hard… stop stabbing my womb… hnnnaahn~! Aahn~ aahn~ aahn~"
I eased off for her sake, stopping the piston entirely. I rolled my cock in slow circles inside her, folded my body down over hers, and kissed her like I meant to devour her.
"Nnh… mm~ haaemp~~~~"
I sucked on her lips and her tongue until I finally pulled back, a long, shining thread of saliva stretching between our mouths.
"Heh heh…"
I couldn't help it. Looking down at her face, I laughed. Minhee looped both arms around my neck and smiled back at me, bright and wicked.
"Think of me as… Yeonju… and do it… ah…!"
The whisper had barely left her mouth before my cock kicked inside her, jerking upward like it had a mind of its own. And then the storm in my hips started all over again.
"Haahk~ haah~ hnnhk… hahk~ haahk~ hahk~ hahk~ hahk~"
This time I was the one more gone. Until now I'd only been switching between two gears—hard and fast, or slow and gentle. But the second I started thinking of her as Yeonju, my body loosened on its own. My hips rolled, swaying side to side, working every inch of her—the rim of her entrance, the inner walls, the deep places along both sides—stroking her evenly, thoroughly, like I was trying to memorize her from the inside.
"Haaahn~ ahhnn… aaa~ haaaahn~ haaaahn~ ahhk~ ah…"
Minhee trembled in tiny, helpless shivers under that rhythm, making soft sobbing sounds in her throat. Still locked together, we shifted back onto our own bed. From the first second my cock had entered her until now, we hadn't come apart even once. It crossed my mind, uninvited, that when it came to the sheer physical fit of our bodies, Minhee might actually be my soulmate.
That was when it happened. My phone started ringing. I'd been certain the call with Yeonju was still connected…
Minhee and I turned toward the phone at the same time. The call with Yeonju must have dropped without either of us noticing.
"…!!!"
I checked the screen, then held the phone out in front of Minhee's face.
"Pfft~~!"
Minhee burst out laughing. The call was from Yeonju—and it wasn't a regular call. It was a video call.
"What do you think? Should we pick up?"
"Heh… picking up is fine, but… wouldn't showing her our sex like this be a little too much service?"
"Then just the important parts? A little peek?"
I pointed down at the place where my cock disappeared into her. The laugh faded from Minhee's face; her eyes narrowed and a flicker of worry crossed them.
"Will that be okay? What if Yeonju gets jealous?"
"Then let her. Heh heh heh~"
I slid a hand down, cupped Minhee's ass, and lifted her as I planted my knees. With her shoulders still on the mattress and only her waist and hips jacked up into the air, her outer and inner lips peeled even wider, putting the stretch of her pussy around my cock on full, shameless display. Even her urethra and her clit—both of them usually tucked away—came out to show themselves, small and obscenely cute.
"It's big…"
"Heh~ it is, isn't it?"
Minhee's clit was long and thick. Yeonju's was plump, like a little almond; Hyejeong's was slender and stiff. Minhee's looked like someone had taken both of theirs and combined them—plump and stiff and long, all at once.
There's a saying that a woman's sex drive scales with the shape of her clit. Something about Minhee's made me certain she'd be insanely sensitive if I put my mouth on it. I filed that away. I'd suck on it later, no question.
I angled the camera so it was staring straight at the place we were joined, and swiped to answer.
"Hey! Park Taemin— what did you just say? You're gonna wreck me into a ruined hole? You think you'll walk away from that? And are you two having a threesome?! You shameless little— huh?"
The second the call connected, Yeonju's face filled the screen, already yelling at me. But the words died in her throat almost immediately. The anger drained out of her expression, replaced, bit by bit, by something much more dangerous: curiosity.
What Yeonju was looking at was this—Minhee's pussy spread wide open, a thick, vein-ridged cock buried to the hilt between her lips, the whole picture as blunt and appetizing as a well-grilled smoked sausage stuffed into a split hot-dog bun. And every time I moved, even a little, her juices ran down in a slow, glossy drip, like sauce poured over something you were supposed to eat.