The Man Who Occupied His Wife's Bed
"Hah... hah... hhngh... hahh... hah! Hah!"
"Haah... haaahn~ ahn! Ahn! Nngh~ ah..."
I had Minhee's ass hiked up in one hand and my phone in the other, driving into her pussy like I meant it. She'd planted her knees and lifted her hips for me, so she didn't feel as heavy as I'd expected — and the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her was so raw, so completely unobstructed, that the jolt of lust never let up for a second.
I wasn't the only one watching. On the tiny screen of the phone in my hand, Yeonju's face was flushed with something like embarrassment, her eyes locked on the place where Minhee and I were joined. She couldn't look away.
Her cheeks kept getting redder. I kept shifting the camera, making sure she could see every last filthy detail.
"Hahk~ hahk~ nngh... I'm gonna come...!"
"Aahh~ ahn~ me too... I'm gonna come too! Ahhnnn~~~~~~"
Slap. Slap. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack~~~~~!
Minhee and I hit our climax at almost the same instant, both of us sprinting through that last desperate stretch.
"Haaaahn~~~~~~~~"
Minhee got there first. Her whole body seized up in orgasm, a high, filthy moan tearing out of her as a thick, milky rush of her juices spilled down the shaft of my cock.
"Nngh...!!!"
I slammed my hips flush against her and emptied myself inside. I could feel the head of my cock pressing against her cervix, but I was so far gone my legs were shaking — there was no pulling out, no stopping.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
I eased the pace as the aftershocks of coming rolled through me. Naturally, my cum mixed with her slick and ran down my shaft every time I pushed back in.
Sliiip.
A twitch. Then a slow, heavy trickle.
Our bodies finally came apart. The second my cock slipped free, a flood of cum and her own juices poured out of her open hole like they'd been waiting for the chance.
"Haa... haa..."
Only then did I realize I was out of breath. Minhee's ass dropped onto the bed and she lay there catching hers, too.
"You... you two! Hey, Park Taemin. I told you to be careful about coming inside her! A man has to— I told you how many times a guy needs to watch his damn dick...!"
"Heh~ relax. Today's a safe day for me."
Yeonju's voice had climbed a notch as she watched my cum keep leaking out of Minhee's spread-open hole. But then Minhee grabbed the phone and said her piece, and Yeonju had no choice but to shut up.
I lay down beside Minhee, meaning to rest for a minute. She immediately flipped the phone to the rear camera, pointed it at my cock, and wrapped her other hand around my slightly softened head.
"Yeonju~ what do you think I've got in my hand~?"
Minhee squeezed and stroked my cock in that deliberately cute, teasing voice, clearly trying to get a rise out of her.
"What else would it be? That's Taemin's dick. Lucky you, you bitch."
"Hehehe~ jealous? Have you ever even seen one like this? It's huge in person, you know. And it's so~ hard. Like a rock. You've never done it with something like this, have you, Yeonju?"
What... what is she doing? Why is Minhee suddenly poking at Yeonju like this? If she pushes too hard, there's no telling what Yeonju might pull...
"...Who says I haven't? I've been with a guy bigger than Taemin, I'll have you know! And that guy had good hands, too. You've never squirted, have you? Taemin couldn't do that if he tried."
Just as I'd expected, Yeonju bristled instantly.
"Heh~ and why couldn't Taemin? Didn't you hear what Hyejeong said? She said he made her squirt I-don't-know-how-many times with just his fingers. Ahn~ he's going to do it for me soon, too. Right, Taemin?"
Oh, for fuck's sake!!! Don't drag me into your fight!
"Huh? Uh... yeah. Sure."
"See? You heard him. Taemin's only going to do that for me from now on. You can just stick with that guy you said is bigger than him. Right?"
Yeonju's face soured and she couldn't get a word out. She also looked distinctly unhappy about the way my cock was thickening again in Minhee's endlessly working palm.
"Anyway, we're hanging up~ We've still got a long way to go. Heh~"
Click.
Minhee ended the call, and Yeonju vanished from the screen. A sudden unease settled over me. I'd caught that particular venom in Yeonju's eyes right at the end — the look that was uniquely hers. Whatever she was going to do about this... I was already starting to dread it.
"Why... why did you do that?"
I had to ask. I needed to know why Minhee had gone after Yeonju like that.
"Heehee~ because you're mine now."
"Come on... even so... Yeonju's definitely going to pull something after this."
"Hehehe~ Taemin, you really need to learn more about women."
"What? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just wait and see. If Yeonju actually thinks of you as a man, she'll react. And if she doesn't? Then you just keep dating me. Hehehe~"
Ah. So Minhee had been deliberately stoking Yeonju's jealousy, trying to force things between Yeonju and me to a head. But there was something Minhee didn't understand about her. Even if Yeonju was jealous of the two of us, she wasn't the type to make it obvious and try to snatch me back out in the open. She'd come at me with some terrifying counterattack instead. That much was a given.
Damn it...! And weathering that was going to be entirely on me.
"Heh~ worried?"
Minhee climbed on top of me.
"You think this is funny?"
"Yeah, I do. It's fun that you think about Yeonju while you're having sex with me. And it's fun stealing you away from her, little by little."
"You... you little brat!"
"Gonna punish me?"
Minhee slotted my cock between her thighs, goading me.
"Yeah. I'm going to punish you."
"Then go ahead. That thing you did to Hyejeong... that thing Yeonju said she got from a guy with a bigger dick than yours... punish me with that."
A guy with a bigger dick than mine... If I was right, that was the man Hyejeong had met through a compensated-dating arrangement. I'd given Hyejeong a squirting orgasm the same way I'd seen in that video. But hearing Minhee put it like that, I felt a petty little spike of irritation myself. Thinking about it, she'd probably been trying to get under my skin, too.
"Fine. I'll wreck that pussy of yours so thoroughly you'd better brace yourself!"
"Kyaah~!"
I shoved Minhee down hard and climbed on top of her. I flipped into the same inverted position I'd used on Hyejeong, and Minhee — just like the others — grabbed my cock tight with both hands.
I pinned her lower body with my arms so she couldn't move an inch, then started fingering her pussy without mercy. Two fingers at first, then three, and when I got to four, Minhee was practically screaming. Her body convulsed on cue, and she squirted.
I kept working her that fast, and she came in a fountain again and again, until her eyes finally rolled back and she went limp. I ate her out to my heart's content after that. When I sucked on her plump, elongated clit in particular, her hips still twitched even through the exhaustion.
And that still wasn't enough. I ambushed her from behind in the shower, too. I fucked her like a dog in heat, pounding into her until she was begging me to stop, and in the end Minhee dropped to her knees and apologized, saying it was her fault. I finished by painting her face with the last of my cum.
When we got out of the shower, the cheating-couple displays were still exactly as we'd left them. And that was when I spotted the whip and the paddle hanging on the wall.
"Why would they even put stuff like that in a massage-parlor-themed room?"
I brought them over, put the whip in the male masseur's hand, and posed him so he was bringing it down on the face-down woman's ass. Minhee put the paddle in the female masseur's hand and set her up to spank the man's. Looking at it like that, the whole scene had a sharper, more transgressive edge.
We left the motel wondering, with no small amount of curiosity, how the next people to use that room would react when they walked in.
Minhee slept the whole way home in the car. I guess it really had taken it out of her. After I dropped her off and got back, it was a little past ten. I walked into the house braced for whatever fight Yeonju was going to pick — but she was surprisingly... normal.
"Taemin. That's one warning."
"What? Why?"
"You didn't clean a single thing today. You didn't do it yesterday, either."
"Hey, we were on a date today. I'll do it now, so cut me some slack this once, come on."
"I already finished it. If you knew you were going on a date today, you should've done the laundry yesterday before you left. I looked in the washer and it was piled up."
"Tch... fine."
I'd been expecting her to be vicious, to make my life miserable. Instead it was just one warning, and I felt a quiet rush of relief.
After that, we slipped back into the ordinary rhythm of daily life. Yeonju still went out with her friends, still hit the club every now and then. She was spending more and more time with Seungmin, and she never came to my room anymore. According to Hyejeong and Huiyeon, once Yeonju started seeing Seungmin, she'd stopped doing one-night stands at the club.
Then one day, Hyejeong got in touch. Yeonju, Hyejeong, and Huiyeon had gone to a club together, and they were in a private room playing games and getting handsy. They were switching partners, and things were getting heavier by the minute. That was the night Yeonju had told me she might stay late at the library working on a paper and possibly sleep there — and instead she'd gone to a club. Which meant she'd planned on doing something she needed to hide from me, and she'd lied about where she was going from the start.
Hyejeong's price for the information was that I had to fuck her, but I figured a few rounds of making her squirt with my fingers would cover it, and I took the deal.
"Oh-ho~ I've got you now!"
I headed straight for the club Hyejeong had named, ready to catch them in the act. I walked right up to the room Yeonju was supposed to be in, threw the door open, and stepped inside.
But Yeonju wasn't there.