Confession... And Marriage, Part 2
We danced like a scene out of Pulp Fiction, moving together to the pounding music. I threaded everything into one continuous current—the disco and techno that had been popular years ago, all the way through to the shuffle that was in vogue at the time—and we found a perfect rhythm.
I had been a complete ignoramus when it came to dancing, but I answered every one of her movements without a miss. Yeonju started getting competitive, throwing in harder and faster steps out of sheer pride, but I had actually learned to dance properly at the club, and I matched her, beat for beat, move for move.
By the time the song was winding down, the club might as well have been our private stage. We shook ourselves in the dead center of the floor while our friends ringed us in, screaming and cheering with everything they had.
Then the music ended, and Seonghun grabbed the mic again.
Our friends roared for us all over again. But I couldn't hear a thing. All I could see was Yeonju, standing right in front of me.
She took a step toward me. Then she looped her arms around my neck, pulled my head down, and whispered into my ear in a voice only I could hear.
She'd said yes.
Yeonju had accepted my proposal. The moment I heard her answer, I pulled the ring from my inner pocket and opened the case in front of her. The roaring club went dead silent in an instant. Yeonju's eyes went wide—she clearly hadn't expected this part—and a look of flustered surprise crossed her face.
I seized the moment, caught her hand, and slipped the ring onto her finger.
My friends started chanting at us, and the rest of the crowd caught the fever at once. I pulled Yeonju's shoulders into my arms to give them what they wanted. She didn't look like she had any intention of pulling away—if anything, she wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her body tight against mine.
Wheeee~~~!!! Woooooaaaah~~~!!! The room erupted in whistles and a storm of applause as we shared a burning kiss with every one of our friends watching.
A few hours later.
A wet sound cut the air as the head of my cock finally pushed into Yeonju's pussy.
"Hhhhk!!!"
Just the head, and already a wave of ecstasy was spreading through my entire body. Her slick, slippery hole felt like another living thing—it chewed and sucked at the head of my cock with the force of a suction cup.
"Haaang~"
Yeonju let out a cute little moan. A few days ago, when she'd been with that Black guy, she had been panting like a Western porn star, all rough and guttural. Now she was back to those sharp, high-pitched sounds, like a Japanese AV actress. Honestly, I preferred this. It made her feel more like a Korean girl.
We had left the club the second dance time ended, and now we were just starting to have sex in a five-star hotel suite in downtown Seoul, paid for with the first-place prize voucher.
I had fucked Yeonju once before, but comparing that to this was like comparing heaven and earth. Back then I had rushed it while she was passed out drunk. Now we were a couple, joining our bodies and our hearts as one.
I looked her straight in the eyes as I pushed my cock into her pussy. Her cunt had always gripped me tight, but back then it only started clenching after I had been thrusting for a while. Now, from the moment I entered, it sucked me in with incredible force. It felt as if every fold of her vagina had a little suction cup attached, clinging and clamping and drawing me deeper, as if it meant to chew up the prey it had finally caught.
The moment we got to the room we had thrown ourselves onto the bed, stripped in a frenzy, and I had shoved my cock in without any real foreplay. But just as I had been hard from the start, Yeonju's pussy was already soaking wet, her insides writhing and ready to take me whenever I wanted.
I slowly lowered my body over hers and rolled my hips, pushing my cock deeper with a wet, steady rhythm. Yeonju wrapped her legs around my ass and her arms around my neck, and we started having sex, exchanging lingering looks.
"Haa... haa... nngh......"
"Hmm... haah~ ha......"
As the pace picked up, both our breathing grew rougher. We had started with nothing but slow thrusting, no foreplay at all, and already I could feel myself climbing toward climax.
My body sped up on its own. It felt like Yeonju and I were being ruled by the consciousness and sensation of our cock and pussy, independent of our own will.
Yeonju's pussy—for all the sex she had had—was even tighter than before, contrary to what anyone would expect. And I had spent all this time accumulating experience after experience, preparing for this day so I could satisfy her. But now that we were actually becoming one, all that experience felt completely useless.
Just this most basic position and these simplest movements were more than enough. All that time I had wasted copying things out of porn, burning through my stamina for nothing.
"Ahhk~ aaang~ haahk~ haahk~ haaaang~~~~~~"
"Hhk~ hhk~ ahhk... haa~ haa~"
Even as the sex carried us toward climax, we never stopped looking at each other's faces. Our expressions twisted and our breathing grew ragged as the orgasm built, but just watching each other change like that seemed to wake some hidden feeling I had never experienced before, one buried thing after another.
I kept pumping—fast, then deep, then fast again—the wet slap of flesh filling the room, and finally I felt my first climax and came inside Yeonju's pussy.
Then we shared a deep, tender kiss.
It felt like I had finally made real all those fantasies of having sex with Yeonju that I had carried since I was a teenager.
I gently sucked on her lips as I pulled my cock out of her pussy. Then I slowly worked my way down, caressing her breasts, rolling both nipples with my tongue, and then lower still, until I was looking down at Yeonju's tightly closed pussy.
Just like in the videos I had seen, Yeonju's pussy was completely hairless—a clean, white, pretty little cunt.
She seemed embarrassed about showing the inner flesh, though, because her lips were squeezed shut, and even that looked small and adorable, almost childlike. But I wasn't about to give up on seeing the pretty insides of the pussy right in front of me. I grabbed her tightly closed knees with both hands and pushed them up, and below them appeared a pussy like a tightly shut clam.
Seen like this, that small, cute white pussy stretched out long and vertical looked incredibly sexy. And between the deep cleft of her two plump outer lips, her pale pink inner lips peeked out just a little—like a cute little tongue poking adorably between a pair of lips.
Eight years had clearly left their mark. Yeonju's inner lips had stretched a little. Not as dark or long or wrinkled as Hyejeong's or Huiyeon's, but enough that they looked like a tongue peeking out from between the mounds of her outer lips.
And from the bottom of her pussy, white cum was slowly leaking out, proof of what I had just done.
"Haa... suck it."
"Hoo~ nmm~~~"
Yeonju asked me to suck her pussy. I already wanted to, but I wanted to tease her a little first, so I drew a deep breath of her scent and then blew warm air over her.
"Ang... hurry~ suck it already~"
"Suck what? What do you want me to suck?"
"Aaang~ my pussy... I'm going crazy... suck all the way inside with your tongue."
Her hips started to twitch and squirm. She was getting desperate.
I gave her a single lick.
"This?"
"Hnnng~ good... do my clit too... haang~ suck it rough with your tongue."
I spread her pussy wide open with both palms. Between the split of her cunt, her clit stood up plump and firm like an almond, and sticky fluid was pouring out between her parted outer and inner lips. From the small, red, open hole at the very bottom, white cum and her juices were still slowly dripping.
I stuck my tongue out long and swept it up from below over her clit, which had swollen so hard it had pushed through its thin hood and stood up proud.
"Euhhk~!"
Her hips jerked once—the pleasure must have been dizzying.
I softly swept her clit with my tongue, then sucked it between my lips and pulled, and Yeonju's whole body heaved and thrashed.
"Nngyaaat~!! Aaang~ yes... so good! Aheung~ euh!! My clit feels like it's going to come off~~~~~"
Then I pulled my lips away, flattened my tongue wide, and swept it up over her entire inner flesh. I ended up licking my own cum in the process. It was bland, and not a great feeling.
"Haang~ more... suck more. Put your tongue inside my hole and stir it around."
I hesitated a little, honestly. I wanted to suck her hole, but my cum hadn't all drained out yet.
"Nngh~ hurryyyyy~~~~"
The moment I hesitated, Yeonju grabbed my head and shoved it down, then clamped her thighs shut and locked her legs around my neck so I couldn't move.
I had no choice. I stuck my tongue out again and started sucking her pussy. There was a sour taste mixed with a faintly fishy scent, but every time I swept my tongue across her she let out those sharp little moans and writhed, and she was so adorable I couldn't possibly stop.
Just like she wanted, I rolled my tongue thin and pushed it into her hole. Then I started pumping it in and out like a piston, and her thighs clamped down even harder.
"Uuungh~~~~!!"
She must have clenched, because her vaginal muscles contracted, and a wad of cum that had been pooled deep inside got sucked straight into my mouth.
"Heehee~ swallow it all. That's the cum you shot~"
Tch. So she'd done that on purpose. Just you wait.
I sat up with my own cum still in my mouth and covered her body with mine again. When I pressed my lips over hers, she opened her mouth naturally, and the cum in my mouth flowed straight into hers.
Yeonju smiled. Then, right in front of me, she swallowed it with a gulp, like it tasted good. She looked so pretty doing it that I covered her lips again, shoved my tongue in, and kissed her roughly. We sucked each other's tongues so hard it hurt, and then we started having sex again.
This time it was nothing like the first round—this was wild, savage sex. I would flip her over and spank her ass while I fucked her from behind, and then she would climb on top of me and ride me with the same insane grinding she had used on that Black guy. Next I would lift her up and stab the head of my cock all the way to her womb, and then she would pin me on my back in missionary and become the man, slamming her pussy down on my cock like she was raping me.
We became a pair of sex-crazed savages, using every skill we had ever learned, and we had sex so transcendent I couldn't put it into words, all the way until dawn.
That was the night Yeonju and I named as our first night together. We started dating after that, and a year later we held our wedding with the blessings of both families.
And before we knew it, three years had passed.
My wife was no longer the wife she had once been, and somewhere along the way we had become an ordinary dual-income couple.