Claiming My Wife's Bed - 07
Seungmin's hand slid steadily downward, slipping beneath the hem of Yeonju's nightgown where it hung at her waist. He lifted the pink slip just enough to reach underneath, then pushed lower still. His fingers found their way into her lace panties and forced themselves between her tightly clenched thighs.
A rustling whisper — the dense black thicket of her pubic hair scraped against his palm.
"Ahnn~ Stop… haah~ Taemin's watching… my son's watching… haah…"
Despite her protests, Yeonju parted her thighs just enough to give Seungmin's hand room to move. He hooked a finger through the sheer lace strap of her see-through panties and began easing them down, inch by inch.
As the fabric slipped lower, the butterfly tattoo perched atop the mound of Yeonju's pussy came into view. Lower still, and the dark forest of her pubic hair began to emerge. I tried to keep my composure, but watching that black thicket and the swell of her mound reveal themselves bit by bit, my balls tightened of their own accord and every drop of blood in my body surged toward my cock.
"Nngh~ Stop it~ At this rate you're going to pull my panties all the way off."
Yeonju reached down and pulled Seungmin's hand from between her legs, then shoved his face away from her breast. The nipple he'd been sucking stood stiff and hard as an erect cock, her wide areola glistening with his saliva. She tucked her breast back into the slip, but the sheer lace did nothing to conceal it.
"What's the big deal? We're family. A little looking never hurt anyone. Right, Taemin?"
Seungmin still wouldn't give up. He slung an arm around Yeonju and kneaded her breast through the slip, rolling her nipple between his fingers with particular focus.
"I've been seeing Yeonju's body since I was a kid. Doesn't do much for me."
I knocked back a glass of somaek — the soju-and-beer mix we'd poured. I'd already drunk nearly half of it myself.
"It's different now than when you were a kid. You ever seen this?"
Seungmin tugged Yeonju's panties down just enough to expose the butterfly hovering above her pubic hair. That tattoo had been there ever since Yeonju came home from running away.
"What's that? A drawing?"
I already knew exactly what it was, but I pretended to be drunk, squinting as I stared hard at the mound of Yeonju's pussy.
"It's a tattoo. A tattoo. Heh heh~ She's got a tattoo on her pussy. On your mom's pussy. Heh heh heh~ Doesn't that get you hard as hell?"
"Mom? She's my little sister."
When I shrugged it off like it was nothing, Seungmin lifted Yeonju onto his lap, stripped the nightgown from her waist, and hoisted both her legs up onto the table. Yeonju rested her face against his shoulder and giggled, playing drunk.
"Aing~ What are you doing~ That's embarrassing~ Heehee~"
"Hold still. Taemin's your son, right? Then he ought to get a good look at where he came from. Don't you think?"
"But it's embarrassing~"
Seungmin pressed his lips to Yeonju's whining mouth and shoved his tongue inside, exploring every corner. At the same time his hand slid back down into her panties, and without the slightest regard for me watching, he pushed a finger straight into her hole.
"Ah-hahk~~~"
Yeonju's head snapped back. Seungmin took the opportunity to slide off her panties — the last line of defense covering her pussy. Even as she pretended to be drunk, she lifted her hips just enough to help him peel them away.
With her lower body completely exposed, Yeonju's legs spread wide across the table. Seungmin slid both arms under her thighs and used his hands to part the dense thicket of her pubic hair, spreading her outer lips wide to either side.
"Haah~ Haah~"
Yeonju was breathing hard, as if aroused, her face still resting against Seungmin's shoulder.
Yeonju's legs, spread wide open right in front of me… Between them, perched prettily on Seungmin's lap, her pussy lay with its outer lips pulled apart, exposing every shameful fold of her inner flesh. Clear, glistening juices had already welled up, stretching in sticky threads between her parted outer and inner lips.
Seungmin cupped her entire pussy in his palm and rubbed it in slow circles, then slipped two fingers between her parted inner lips and spread them wide again. With his other hand, he gently stroked her plump, swollen clitoris and the mound above it.
"Taemin, you ever seen a pussy like this? I bet you've never seen a woman with a mound this plump and sexy."
He wasn't wrong. Yeonju's mound was fuller and more provocatively raised than any other woman's I'd seen. It was more than enough to stir a hunger in a man that nothing else could match.
"Heh… Come on, that's just fat. She's put on weight… Sexy, my ass… Heh heh~"
"Then how about this? A clit this plump and hard?"
Seungmin pinched Yeonju's clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it gently. Just as he'd said, it was plump as an almond and rigid as an erect cock, already pushed out through its hood and standing at full attention.
Watching it, my mouth watered. I wanted nothing more than to take it between my lips and roll it with my tongue — but all I could do was sit there and watch it being toyed with in Seungmin's fingers like a plaything.
"And how about this hole?"
Seungmin spread her pussy wide with both hands, then pushed both index fingers into her vaginal opening and pulled them apart, stretching her entrance open.
"This hole is the real prize. The entrance is wide, but inside it's tight as hell. You barely put it in and start thrusting, and the folds wrap around your cock like a suction cup. Well? Don't you want a taste?"
Through the wide-open hole of Yeonju's pussy, pink inner folds twitched and pulsed. Clear, sticky juices kept spilling from the entrance, as if they were trying to seduce me. My cock was already so hard it hurt — but the pussy I was staring at in this moment did not belong to me.
"Haahk~ Aaang~ Don't~ Haaang~ I'm… I'm getting turned on… In front of my son… I'm getting turned on right in front of Taemin… Haah~ Nngh~"
Yeonju's breathing grew ragged, her voice turning lewder with every word. She'd told Seungmin to stop, but her pussy was still dripping, and she was caressing her own breasts, trying to soothe her overheated body. In that moment, my wife was already putting her own depravity on full display.
Right in front of me… handing her filthy, dripping hole over to another man.
"It's fine. So what if her son's watching? Taemin needs a good, close look at his mom's pussy. That way he won't feel cheated when I eat her. Right?"
I couldn't follow the logic, but one thing was clear: Seungmin intended to fuck Yeonju right in front of me, and Yeonju wanted me to watch.
"Haah~ Taemin, are you turned on? You're not, right? You shouldn't get hard looking at your mom's pussy… You shouldn't get hard looking at my pussy… Aaang~ Baby~ Haah~ Haah~"
"Hate to break it to you, but your son's already hard. Guess mom's pussy is pretty damn appealing. Heh heh heh~"
Seungmin was right. I'd been fully erect for a while now. The pussy of the woman I loved most in the world was spread wide open in front of my face — it would have been stranger if I weren't turned on.
"Aaang~ Really? Taemin's getting hard looking at my pussy?"
Seungmin sat Yeonju back down in the chair, dropped his pants, and pulled out his erect cock.
"Yeonju, is Taemin your only son? You ought to take care of this son of mine too — the one that got this big because of you."
"Aing~ That's disgusting. Why'd you take it out?"
Even as she said it, Yeonju nestled back into Seungmin's arms and wrapped both hands around his cock. Seungmin spread her legs and started fingering her hole, and Yeonju began stroking him up and down. The two of them were acting as if I weren't even there, their touching growing more intense by the second.
"Haah~ Baby, I think I'm losing it."
Yeonju's breathing had already surrendered to lust; there was no reason left in it. Her breaths were ragged, urgent — the sound of a woman who could no longer hold her desire in check.
"Turned on? You told him he wasn't allowed to get hard, but here you are getting off on your son watching?"
"Haah~ Baby. I'm so turned on~ The way you're touching me, I'm going crazy. Haaang~"
"What a filthy mother. Getting wet and dripping in front of her own son… You need to be punished."
Seungmin started pumping three fingers into Yeonju's pussy, fast and hard, and she began moaning like she'd lost her mind.
"Aaang~! Aaaang~ Aaang~! Ang~! Ang~! Ahh~ Aeuuaaang~~~~"
"That good? Good enough to cum with your son watching?"
"Haaang~ S-stop… Ahhk~ I'm gonna cum~ What if Taemin sees… What if he sees me cumming… Ah-hahk~ Aaaang!"
"Then let him see. Show your son the face his mother makes when she cums like a whore."
The fingers pounding her pussy moved faster and faster. Yeonju's back arched like a drawn bow, her body tipping backward, her ass lifting off the chair as she bucked wildly.
"Ang~! Ang! Aaang~ Aaang~ Aaaang~ Aeuuaaaang~ Haaaaaaaaang~~~~~~~~"
And then it burst from Yeonju's pussy like someone had cranked a faucet wide open. Not just that — a fountain erupted from her spread urethra and splashed across the table.
At the peak of her climax, Yeonju's ass lifted clean off the chair. Her back, arched like a bow, thrust her pussy forward as if on purpose — presenting me with the full, unfiltered sight of her orgasm.