My Wanton Wife – Part 1
I deliberately left my wife’s clothes on, parted her thighs wide open, and slid straight into the gap. From the moment I did it I knew I was not acting as her husband but as the man I had secretly coveted for years—the beautiful married woman whose body I had dreamed of. Gazing at her now, the sight of my once-perfect wife utterly disheveled was enough to make my blood run wild.
Even more maddening, her pussy still carried the unmistakable mess of the fucking I had just given her. The thought made my heart slam against my ribs like a war drum.
Slurp…
The crotch of her black pantyhose had already soaked through. I reached down, hooked two fingers into the soaked fabric, and tore it open with a sharp rip. The dense forest of pubic hair and the plump, swollen labia of the once-modest wife were laid bare in the split opening of the ruined stockings—exactly like spreading the lips of a discarded pair of panties.
I used two fingers to pull her outer lips apart. The cum that had been carelessly splattered there was still glistening. My cock jumped so hard I had to bite my lip. I spread her thighs even wider, grabbed the waistband of the black stockings, and drove my aching dick straight into the heat of her married cunt.
“Ah…
Her inner walls were still warm and dripping. I felt her hips start to twitch, but the real shock came when the mouth of her pussy tightened around the head of my cock, squeezing the sensitive glans like it never wanted me to leave.
Was there really a pussy like this? I flashed back to the rough, powerful thrusting I had watched her husband give to another woman just moments ago. I remembered how that professional sex worker had pounded into her like a machine. Now I was inside the same married cunt, and the memory only made me harder.
Thrust—squelch—thrust—squelch—thrust—squelch
I buried every inch of my cock inside her until my cockhead kissed the entrance of her womb. At that moment I began to rock my hips in slow, deep strokes—long withdrawals followed by powerful plunges, the classic piston motion that warms a woman up before she is properly fucked.
Squelch—squelch—squelch—squelch
“Haaah… ahn… aah~”
Her dirty little moans started low, then grew louder as I picked up speed. The married wife was waking up from the best fuck of her life. Her body arched and writhed, pussy gripping me like a velvet fist.
Squelch—squelch—thud—thud—thud—thud—squelch—squelch
“Haang~ hah! Ahn~ aaang~ aaaaang~~~~~~~~~~”
Her voice cracked into full-throated screams. The elegant, perfectly dressed wife was now a shameless whore being railed on our bed. I could feel the smooth nylon of her stockings rubbing against my thighs and balls with every savage thrust, and I didn’t slow down for a second.
I fucked her so hard the once-crisp suit jacket hung in tatters, far more revealing than any bar hostess outfit. The thought that this perfect wife was now gasping and drooling all over my cock drove me insane. I remembered the first time I had claimed her and felt the same raw hunger flood back.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—slap—slap—thud! Thud! Thud—slap—slap!
I mixed fast and slow strokes, heavy and light, delivering the rough pumping she craved. Her pussy muscles clenched tighter and tighter, milking me like a second skin. Every time I imagined the sex-worker husband watching, my jealousy burned hotter, my hips slammed harder.
“Aaaat… hng~ aaang~~~ ahhk… aat~! Hah~ ahn…”
She came with a scream, face twisted in ecstasy, body convulsing like a puppet on strings. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at me in pure panic.
“Aaaang~ ahn~ still… still going? Hah~ hah~ but you… you’re actually pretty good? Ahhk~ ahn~ aaang!”
She thought I was someone else. Her voice, the way she spoke—completely familiar, yet she believed it was her former partner from the brothel. I almost laughed. She had never even noticed my cock. The disappointment should have hurt, but instead it only made me harder. After all, I was the one cheating on her husband, and the fact that she thought I was a stranger only increased my arousal to dangerous levels.
I pulled out with a wet pop, flipped her onto her stomach, and ripped the ruined pantyhose and panties off in one brutal motion. Now Yeonju lay face-down, ass high, pussy and asshole completely exposed.
“Aah~ n-no… I have to go… my husband is waiting for me…”
She said the words, but her hips kept swaying side to side like a bitch in heat. I climbed onto the bed, grabbed two handfuls of her plump ass, spread her cheeks wide, and drove my cock straight back into her dripping pussy.
Thrust—
“Aahk~!”
Her pussy clenched even tighter than before. I pounded into her without mercy—squelch—squelch—slap—slap—slap—squelch—squelch.
“…Do you like it?”
Every time my hips slapped against her fat ass, the wet, obscene sound of flesh colliding mixed with the tight, sucking grip of her pussy walls. The married whore was getting louder with every brutal thrust.
“Haaak~ I love it… I love it too much! Ahhk~ harder! Harder! Fuck me harder~!”
Only five seconds ago she had told me her husband was waiting. Now she was begging like a desperate slut. The fact that she was so out of her mind she couldn’t even hear her husband’s voice made my jealousy boil over. I gave her exactly what she wanted—slap—slap—thud—thud—thud—slap—slap—thud—thud—thud.
“Aahk~ I love it so much! Ahng~ ahn! ahn! ahn! Ahhng… haak~! Keep going~! Keep fucking~ huaaang~! My pussy feels so good~~~ tear me apart~~~!”
She was screaming like an animal in heat, and the fact that she was thinking of someone else while she came only made me rougher. I gripped her waist and delivered even harder slaps to her jiggling ass.
Slap~!
“Haa~!”
Her ass was still full and soft even after losing weight. Each palm strike made a crisp, loud sound that echoed through the room. She moaned in pure pleasure instead of pain—exactly what I wanted.
Thud~ Thud~ Thud~ slap! slap! Thud~ Thud~
“Ahng~ ahn~! ahn~! aaah! aaang! uuuu… ahhk~!”
Slap~! Slap~! Slap~!
“Haaang~ hahk… I love it so much!”
Her body was shaking like a bitch in true estrus. Every rough thrust made her scream louder. Finally, her pussy walls started contracting in that familiar, milking rhythm—the exact same pattern she had used on her professional lover. Her orgasm was building fast.
“Haaah~!! Fuck— I’m cumming~~~~~!!!”
“Nnaaaangaaaah~ I-I’m cumming~!!!”
Her pussy walls clamped down like a vice. Hot, thick liquid exploded deep inside her—her own squirting mixed with my cum and, I was certain, a little of the sex-worker’s load. The mess poured out around my cock in thick white ropes.
Thrust—
“Haaah~ hah~ hah~ haaah~”
“Haaang~ haa~ haa~”
I poured everything into her, then pulled out and collapsed beside her, chest heaving. She was still face-down, breathing as raggedly as I was, utterly spent.
A moment later I rolled onto my side, pulled her into a tight back hug, and cupped her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between my fingers.
“Huaa… what time is it now?”
She asked the question in a sleepy voice, still half-lost in the afterglow of being fucked by a stranger. I didn’t answer. I kept massaging her tits until she finally turned around and sat up slowly.
I followed her, wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, and pressed soft kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders.
“Aaaing~ stop… that tickles. And I really have to go now~”
“Kkkkk~ go where? You’re already naked in our bed.”
She startled, then finally realized it was me. She whipped her head around, eyes wide.
“What…? How…?”
The room was dimly lit by soft mood lights. She blinked hard, stared at me, and finally understood. The color drained from her face.
“Haha~ why? Disappointed that I’m not the handsome young sex-worker?”
She tried to hide her embarrassment, but it was obvious.
“W-what are you talking about…? A sex-worker?”
She was trying to play dumb. Cute.
“Fleeing already? Then what? I’ve already seen the cum you two left inside my wife, haven’t I?”
Her face turned pale. She tried to look away, but her shyness only made her cuter. I was enjoying every second.
“Fufu~ why are you acting like this? You’re supposed to be the legendary Hwang Yeonju. All you did was get railed by some brothel whore.”
I deliberately kept my tone light and casual, then leaned in and kissed the hollow of her throat, sucking softly.
“Sigh~ damn… so how did I even get in here?”
“Minhee dropped me off in a taxi. That friend of yours—the one you used to fuck—was in the car too. The handsome one, right?”
She flushed again.
“S-so he came with me? Then you… you saw everything?”
“Yeah. I saw it. He pulled you out of the taxi like he was stealing you. Hugging you so tight.”
“Haa~~~ oh shit… I really went crazy. I went crazy~”
She suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me, slapped both palms together, and gave me the most pathetic puppy-dog eyes.
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t want to go in the first place, but all the other women kept pushing me… so…”
“…who said that?”
“…huh?”
“Haha… who said anything? When have I ever criticized you for meeting other men?”
Her expression slowly relaxed. Then a helpless, drunken laugh escaped her. The corners of her mouth curled into something wicked.