No... I'm More Excited About Something Else (2)
No… I’m more excited about something else… (2)
Slurp. Suuuuck… Chulp… Smack.
Every time those shameless sounds ripped through the silence of the room, my sanity was scraped away piece by piece. My wife clung to me with all her strength, as if trying to brand her devotion into my flesh. The muscles along her jaw trembled faintly from the effort. Saliva she couldn’t swallow in time spilled down my thigh, leaving a hot trail, yet she paid it no mind.
“Haa… Sujung… Wait, haa!”
The hand gripping my cock tightened. The woman who would normally have stopped the instant she read my mood was now lost in her own actions, as though possessed. That almost painful degree of devotion only deepened the strange feeling blooming inside me.
Why is she like this? Is it really just because it’s been so long…?
Doubt circled inside my head, but the dizzying stimulation rising from below was strong enough to erase every thought. I slid my fingers into her hair and slowly lifted her up.
“Sujung… Just a second.”
The face that rose to meet my hand was a mess. Between the tangled strands, her eyes were hazier than I had ever seen them, and her lips—still flushed and glistening from the heat of moments ago—looked obscenely erotic as they caught the faint light slipping past the blackout curtains.
I laid her down on the bed with care. She offered no resistance, simply melting into my arms as if surrendering her whole body.
“Honey… Am I acting a little… weird today?”
Sujung whispered, arms looped around my neck. Her breath carried the same hazy scent from last night. Instead of answering, I slowly—very slowly—slid her pajama bottoms down. After two full years, her most private place was finally revealed to me.
“No… You’re beautiful. That’s why.”
With trembling fingers I stroked up her smooth thigh. The urge to confirm the suspicious sensation I’d felt in the laundry room warred with the raw instinct to possess the beautiful woman before me.
Her waist twitched, arching delicately. I pressed my lips to her ear and murmured low.
“It’s been so long… I’m nervous too.”
It was the truth. Whether from suspicion or this unfamiliar eagerness, my heart hammered as if it might explode. I eased my body over hers, preparing to break two years of silence with a searing beginning. Reaching out, I pulled the blackout curtains wider. Sharp afternoon sunlight poured through the gap, bathing Sujung’s pale nakedness without mercy. Her skin on the sheets was so white and flawless it almost hurt to look at.
“Ah… Honey, I’m embarrassed…”
She covered her eyes with her arms and curled up, but my gaze had already locked onto her full breasts. They rose perkily, still firm and elastic since she had never given birth. The plump, well-developed areolas at their peaks had a delicious three-dimensional swell, and right at the center sat dainty pink nipples that caught the light like embedded jewels.
I couldn’t hold back. I buried my face in her chest.
“Slurp, chulp… Suuuuuck…!”
“Huu… Ah, honey…!”
I rolled the thick areola with my tongue and took the pink nipple deep into my mouth. The taut texture I hadn’t felt in two years sent electric tingles across my tongue. It felt incredible. The knowledge that this perfect pair of breasts and those plump pink areolas—enough to make any man jealous—belonged only to me drove me wild.
When I tried to look lower at her most secret place, Sujung startled violently and clamped her thighs shut.
“Ah, that place… that place is too embarrassing, honey.”
Even with her own husband she was still shy. But when I gently pried her knees apart again, she couldn’t refuse. Slowly, she opened her legs for me.
Under the sunlight, her sex was breathtakingly beautiful. Delicate shell-pink folds against snow-white skin. Those clean, untouched petals—never wounded by another man—spread invitingly before my eyes. Clear nectar had seeped from between the mysterious petals, catching the light and sparkling like liquid jewels.
“Sujung… It’s so pretty. How can it be this…”
“Haa… Don’t say things like that… Hic.”
She turned her head, trying to swallow her moan, but I had already passed the point of no return. Breaking two years of emptiness, I pushed past her hot entrance and slid inside.
“Mmm… Haa……”
Her passage, belonging to a woman with little experience, was soft and warm without a single scar. The ecstasy I hadn’t felt in two years flooded my entire body and I shuddered. The moist, velvety walls clung to me like a living thing, sucking me in, wrapping every inch without mercy.
In truth, she wasn’t soaking wet like in the novels. But it was nothing like the terrible desert dryness that used to make her scream during every encounter. Today, strangely, there was just enough slick nectar to keep my cock from losing its way.
Haa… I’m losing my mind. Was it always like this? Did Sujung’s insides… always squeeze me this perfectly?
Even without rushing, the deeper I pushed, the more her hot flesh rose to meet me. Her inner walls stretched around me—stiff yet flexible, as if they had been waiting—and caressed every ridge and vein with exquisite care.
“Ah…… Honey……”
Sujung trembled with short moans, not from pain but from the unfamiliar fullness. The fact that a woman with frigidity was reacting this much felt like a miracle. Her slender arms wrapped around my neck. I buried my face against her shoulder, savoring the tight, cozy pressure.
The pure cave that had stayed tightly sealed for two years was opening a path for me alone—slowly, surely—becoming the warmest sanctuary in the world.
Roughly three minutes passed. The ecstasy of our reunion after two years was undeniable. Yet my body refused to follow my heart. Though her insides gripped me warmly and tightly, the urge to climax stayed maddeningly out of reach.
Haa… Why won’t it come out?
While pleasure steadily built inside me, the knowledge that my wife was still frigid tormented my mind. The memory from two years ago kept overlapping—how she would snap “Aren’t you finished yet? Hurry up” less than a minute after I entered her. The compulsion to be considerate and the rising impatience mixed together until anxiety crashed over me like waves. I was sweating, silently praying, when Sujung—who had been quietly accepting my movements—suddenly spoke.
“Honey… Is it not working?”
“Ah… Sorry. Does it hurt? I’ll try to finish quickly…”
I apologized like a criminal and hurried my hips. But her next words emptied my mind completely.
“Ah… No, that’s not what I meant… Earlier it wasn’t going well, but when you mentioned unnie it seemed to get harder… Should I say something stimulating…?”
“…..?!!!”
My hips froze as if nailed in place. My heart thrashed so violently I thought it might leap from my throat.
What… is Sujung saying right now?
She didn’t avoid my panicked gaze. Instead she pulled my neck harder, pressing my face into her chest, and breathed hotly into my ear.
“Honey, I won’t tell you to finish fast anymore. I’ll do my best to help you finish quickly… So… tell me what you imagined with unnie. I’ll listen to everything. Okay?”
“…..?!!!”
My hips froze again. My heart hammered wildly. Sujung was under an enormous misunderstanding.
The reason my cock had risen again on the bed earlier had nothing to do with Jian. It was the violent possessiveness that surged when I remembered Sujung’s pale body glowing under the sunlight—and Seunghun hyung’s beast-like eyes greedily devouring my wife at yesterday’s drinking party. The gaze of another man coveting my woman had paradoxically excited me. Yet Sujung had decided it was because I desired my sister-in-law.
No, Sujung… That’s not it…
I knew I should tell the truth, but my lips wouldn’t move. While confusion paralyzed my brain, Sujung took my silence as agreement and pressed her body even closer.
“Haa… Honey… Imagine this is the texture of unnie’s breasts from when you hugged her yesterday… Okay?”
She ground her full breasts against my face. An awkward yet brazen moan—something she would never have made before—slipped from her lips.
“Hic… Were unnie’s breasts… this soft too? Honey… pretend my body is unnie’s right now and do whatever you want… I’m okay with it.”
Desperate to help me climax quickly, she forced out filthy words, tormenting my ear. The scent of flesh and a faint fishy heat radiated from her chest.
“Haa… Junseok… Ugh, haa… How is it…? Thinking of me as unnie… as sister-in-law… does it… make you even more excited…?”
She called my name in a rough, breathless voice she had never used before. Her pitiful, blatant performance—acting desperately so I could cum—was certainly stimulating. But the thirst inside me was aimed somewhere else entirely.
The kiss I’d shared with Jian at the dinner table yesterday had been thrilling, yet it paled beside the insane fantasy of Seunghun hyung ravishing my wife—the one that had consumed me while I chewed and swallowed her panties in the laundry room. Watching her tearful effort, the twisted desire inside me finally lifted its head.
“……”
When I still didn’t react, Sujung grew frantic. She rubbed her breasts harder, letting out clumsy moans.
“Hauk… Junseok, haa… Hurry…!”
I seized her shoulders—flushed and watching my reaction with desperate eyes—and stopped moving. In a trembling voice I spoke the truth.
“…No, Sujung. I’m more excited about something else.”
“…..?”
Her hazy eyes shook with confusion. I pressed my lips to her ear and poured out the beastly confession I had suppressed for so long.
“The truth is… when hyung suggested hugging you… and the way he stared at your breasts in the living room, greedily devouring you with his eyes… that drove me insane with excitement.”
“……!”
Her breathing stopped at once. The passage gripping me convulsed violently. I nibbled her earlobe and continued whispering.
“The fact that hyung wants you… that my woman looks so lewd in another man’s eyes… it makes me lose my mind. Not Jian—holding you while another man covets you… that excites me so much more, Sujung.”
Her pupils shook as if struck by an earthquake. A shudder—whether shame or an agitation she refused to acknowledge—raced across her entire body.
I gripped her frozen pelvis as if I would crush it and began thrusting with the explosive force I had held back until now. On the bed that had broken two years of silence, the false performance vanished. Only my husband’s ugly, naked desire raged wildly.