My Wife's Secret Account
I clicked the video with trembling hands. The clip loaded, the screen brightened, and then Yeonju and Hyejeong filled the frame.
"Kyaah~"
The instant the man shoved the camera at them, both girls whipped their heads away and collapsed onto the bed, burying their faces. They were already naked. Sprawled facedown like that, their asses filled the shot without a shred of cover.
"Cute little bitches. Heh heh heh~"
He climbed onto the bed and closed in on the two of them. Every so often his cock drifted into the bottom of the frame, swinging loose — he was naked too. He squeezed in between their prone bodies and gave each of those plump, inviting asses a slow, greedy squeeze.
Yeonju's was soft and full, yielding under his fingers like a water balloon. Hyejeong's had the taut, springy bounce of a well-inflated tube. Two completely different kinds of gorgeous, and both of them dripping with it.
"Get up, you bitches."
Smack. Smack. He slapped each of their asses with an open palm.
"Aaahn~ Oppa, do you really have to film this?"
Hyejeong pouted up at him, all cute complaint.
"It's fine. I'm only posting it to the secret account. Nobody's going to see it but us. Come on, sit up and show those pretty faces. Now."
He said it like he was soothing them, but there was a hard edge underneath that made it an order. Hyejeong and Yeonju sat up on their knees side by side, still covering their faces with their hands.
"Look at you. A minute ago you were losing your minds over Oppa's cock, and now you're shy? If you don't move those hands, you're not getting this."
He tapped the backs of their hands with his fully hard cock — light little smacks against the fingers hiding their faces.
"Ahn~ That's so mean!"
Yeonju spread her fingers just enough to peek through with those big eyes and whined at him, all sulky and adorable. For a second that look on her was so cute it hurt. And I felt a stab of envy I couldn't swallow — I wanted to be the one seeing that face on her, in a situation like this.
"Heh heh heh~ Then suck on this, pretty girl."
He ignored her attitude completely and pressed his cockhead against Yeonju's lips. She pretended to be annoyed, but she opened her mouth anyway and flicked her tongue over that glans, blunt and slick as an eel's head.
Finally, my wife dropped her hands from her face.
His cockhead disappeared into her mouth and pushed out against the soft pink of her cheek. Yeonju held his shaft in both hands like a kid with a piece of candy, sucking on the head like it tasted good.
Then his cock slid out of her with a wet pop. He brought it over to Hyejeong, who opened up and stuck out her tongue. She took him in and out with a look far more sensual than Yeonju's, rolling him around now and then. Meanwhile Yeonju's hand slipped down and cupped his balls, stroking them gently.
He let the two college girls service him for as long as he wanted. Then he pulled out of Hyejeong's mouth and held himself between their faces.
Hyejeong and Yeonju looked up at him with bright, eager eyes — the hungry stare of bitches aching for a cock.
Smack. Smack. He slapped their cheeks lightly, not with his palm this time but with his dick.
"Taste good? Want more? Then beg for it. Say, Please give me your cock."
Yeonju and Hyejeong glanced at each other and snorted a little laugh, like this was fun. Hyejeong went first.
"Aaahn~ Please give me your cock~ I want to eat it~"
"Oppa~ Me too, please give me your cock~ Yeonju loves it."
"Heh heh heh… Cute little bitches. You want Oppa's cock that bad?"
They both nodded at the camera with those adorable faces. He brought himself to Hyejeong's mouth first, since she'd answered first.
"Open up. Wide."
Hyejeong did as she was told. He pushed his cockhead into that open mouth.
"Mmmpf~!"
He grabbed the back of her head and tried to bury himself to the root. He only made it halfway before Hyejeong's face twisted in pain and she started slapping his thigh with her palm. He didn't pull out. He fisted her hair and started pumping into her mouth.
"Pwah— cough, cough—"
A moment later he pulled free. Hyejeong coughed, clearly struggling, a long string of something wet — spit or precum, hard to tell — stretching between his cockhead and her lips.
"Hyejeong, your mouth-pussy's pretty sloppy, huh? You need more practice, you little slut."
He moved over to Yeonju. She opened wide too, and he grabbed the back of her head the same way and shoved himself in all at once.
"Nngh~ Haah~ You fucking bitch~ So goddamn tight. That's not a throat, that's a pussy hole."
Unlike Hyejeong, Yeonju took him all the way to the base. He held himself buried in her throat for a moment, making sounds of pure appreciation.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
Then his hips started moving, slow at first, pumping in and out. His cock appeared and disappeared in Yeonju's mouth, picking up speed.
"Augh~ Aaugh~ Agh~ Agrugh~"
Every time he punched into her throat, a thick, wet sound of pain leaked out of her.
"Hah~ Hah~ This bitch's throat-pussy is the best. I should pay you double."
"Hing~ Oppa, what about me?"
Hyejeong whined the second he said he'd pay double, lost in the ecstasy of fucking Yeonju's throat.
"You go practice more."
"Oppa, I'm good at something too. If I do that, will you pay me?"
"Go ahead. If I'm satisfied, I'll pay."
Hyejeong disappeared from the frame. A moment later the man's hips jerked forward hard, shoving Yeonju off him.
"Cough, cough…"
A sticky mix of his cum and her spit spilled from Yeonju's mouth. But he didn't put his cock back in her — he was getting off on something else now.
"Look at this girl… Where'd you learn to rim?"
Slurp. Suck. Slurp-slurp.
"An oppa I used to know taught me. I'm good, right?"
"Yeah. Most hostess girls won't even do this, and you're just a kid. Stick your tongue in deeper and suck."
Rimming. So Hyejeong was licking this guy's asshole.
My face twisted even though I wasn't the one doing it. Sure, rimming is a kind of foreplay — but just the thought of someone sucking on another person's shit-hole turned my stomach.
That was when Yeonju crawled back to him and wrapped both hands around his cock. She flashed him a bright grin and started jerking him fast. It was the crescent-eyed smile I loved most on her — she beamed up at him while both hands flew up and down his shaft.
"Huaaagh~~!!"
It didn't take long. He let out a thick, urgent groan, and the instant Yeonju stuck out her tongue and laid his cockhead on it, he started pumping sticky ropes of cum all over her face.
His balls were huge, and so was the load. He'd already come several times tonight, but a thick white stream still painted her face completely.
The video ended on Yeonju's face — still smiling brightly, scooping his cum off her cheek with a finger and bringing it to her mouth.
My feelings were a mess. Complicated. Heavy. But my cock didn't care about any of that. It was standing at full attention, twitching in time with my heartbeat.
I'll be honest. I was jerking off to the Yeonju in that video. The second I pictured her kneeling in front of me, smiling that same bright smile, those sparkling eyes locked on mine — my hand had already found my cock and started stroking, all on its own.
I still hadn't come when the video cut out. Frustrated, I went back through the photos and the clip again, but it didn't surge up the way it had the first time. Eventually I put the phone down.
Then something like a miracle happened. His SNS notification chimed again. This time I snatched the phone up fast and tapped the alert, my other hand already wrapping around my cock.
There was a new post. Another video. This one came with a title, and a short caption underneath.
I hit play without a second's hesitation.
The screen came up, and this time they weren't in a bedroom. It looked like a living room. The man was lying there naked. Yeonju and Hyejeong were in school uniforms — God knows where those came from. It wasn't even our school's uniform. Looking closer, they were costume pieces, schoolgirl-concept outfits. Either way, both of them were dressed like that, stockings and all.
Hyejeong's were a brown that matched her hair. Yeonju's were a nude shade that suited her pale skin. They'd taken positions at either end of him — Yeonju between his spread legs, both her feet planted on his groin, and Hyejeong at his head, his face trapped between her thighs, one foot resting on his chest.
The real play was starting. Yeonju wrapped both feet around his cock and started a footjob. Hyejeong locked his head and neck between her thighs and rubbed his nipples with the sole of her foot.
"You like that? Getting your cock rubbed by girls young enough to be your daughters? Heeheehee~ Look how hard you are. You look like a real fucking loser."
Yeonju was talking down to him in raw, casual speech, humiliating him to his face. Age-wise they really were about a father and his daughters, and the cock she was degrading stood rigid. She dragged the sole of her foot the full length of his shaft, then sandwiched him between both soles and stroked him up and down like a handjob.
Every time she moved, her pussy flashed in the gap of her fluttering skirt. My attention locked onto that glimpse of her between her thighs, the little I could see.
Hyejeong unclamped her legs, stood up, and shoved her toes into his mouth.
"You like licking dirty feet? You filthy piece of shit. You like getting wrecked by little girls, don't you? You don't even have any pride."
Now it was Hyejeong's turn to degrade him. And the more she did, the harder he sucked on her sole.
"This asshole's hopeless. You need to be punished. Get up, you bastard!"
The words were harsh, but Yeonju was smiling as she hauled him up and flipped him onto the sofa, ass over head. He ended up with his ass propped against the backrest, hole pointed at the ceiling. Yeonju sat on his face and grabbed the cock hanging right in front of her.
"Kekeke~ He looks so fucking ridiculous like this."
Hyejeong laughed at him too. She went around behind the sofa, spread his ass wide with both hands, licked a long stripe from his hole to his balls, and spat on his asshole.
"Huaaagh~~ Huuh~!"
The second Hyejeong stuck out her tongue and went to work on his hole, the man trapped under Yeonju's ass started breathing hard. She circled the rim, then pointed her tongue and pushed it in and out.
Yeonju's hand started moving on his cock. She milked him in long strokes, base to head, like she was wringing out a bottle.
"Huaaagh! Huuh~ Huuh~ Huaaaagh~~~"
The rougher his moans got, the faster Yeonju's hand flew. Hit from both ends at once — ass and cock — he finally blew whatever he had left.
The video ended. Watching that last scene, I imagined myself in that man's place, the one who'd paid for them, getting used and humiliated by Hyejeong and Yeonju — and the rush of it nearly wrecked me.
Looking back now, the Yeonju of that time was already nothing like an ordinary twenty-year-old college girl. She could do the kind of filthy, over-the-top sex you'd only see in porn without batting an eye, and the way she played with a man felt practiced, like it was already in her body.
That didn't make me hate what I saw.
I told myself people's private lives weren't something you just barged into, and I wasn't sure I even had the right to call it wrong and scold her for it. But if I'm being honest, the real feeling underneath all that was simpler. I wanted to keep learning about the Yeonju I didn't know. Like exploring a world I'd never seen.