Libido Relief Program: Second Session (2)
"You have to listen to Mom while Dad's away, okay?"
"Yes! I will!"
"Good girl. Daddy's off then."
"Bye, Dad!"
"Bye, honey."
Seong Eun-young smiled warmly as she watched her husband pull their daughter into a hug and stroke her hair. She joined in the farewell, though deep down, she wished she were the one in his arms. But she'd yielded to her daughter this time. Of course, her husband didn't forget to glance her way with a soft smile. They'd spent the day as a family at the amusement park and aquarium, then shared passionate nights reaffirming their love as husband and wife. As both mother and partner, Seong Eun-young felt deeply fulfilled and content. Sure, tomorrow she'd be alone at home again for long stretches, but with this happiness lingering, she could wait as long as needed.
And as if on cue, a message arrived from Choi Min-seok.
"......"
Tuesday—tomorrow. It was a relief she hadn't gotten the message while her husband was home, but heading out to meet another man the day after he left still pricked at her conscience.
"...I don't really need it right now anyway."
According to Choi Min-seok, her issue wasn't chastity but excessive sexual desire. After three satisfying days with her husband, she might not need the program just yet.
"I'll just check."
She couldn't make the call herself, but reporting her condition could help him decide. No point dragging through a pointless session—it'd tire them both.
With that in mind, Seong Eun-young quickly typed a reply.
"Ahh..."
As she typed along with her thoughts, Seong Eun-young's face flushed hot. No matter the reason, she was texting another man about her sex life with her husband. And admitting she'd had fulfilling sex with him for three days? Mortifying.
"S-still, I have to send it."
Reducing even one session mattered more than her embarrassment. Steeling herself, she resumed typing.
"...Perfect."
Clear, polite, no room for offense. It conveyed her state and wishes perfectly. If things went well, they might skip sessions until she reached out.
Clutching that sliver of hope, she hit send. Less than five minutes later, a reply came.
"Can't just let it slide, huh..."
Still, there was hope. In her current low-libido state, she'd pass easily.
But that thought barely lasted. Hours hadn't passed since the exchange, yet her body began heating up.
"Why is this happening..."
Sexual desire she'd felt none of suddenly surged, scorching her entire body.
"I was satisfied, though..."
Her time with her husband had been more than fulfilling—she was sure of it. So why this? And now her body craved relief desperately. No way she'd convince him she was fine like this.
"Please..."
Hoping this heat was temporary, that it'd fade cleanly before tomorrow, she desperately endured her inflamed state.
*
Seong Eun-young's reply was unexpected, and its content even more so.
"Husband came and went?"
Boiled down: he'd been home until yesterday, she was super satisfied now, so maybe later? She's trying hard.
Of course her time with him was satisfying—I'd hypnotized her to ensure it. But once summoned by me, her lust would reignite, rendering her reply meaningless soon enough.
Couldn't force it, though, so I gave a handy excuse and called her again: quick check, postpone if fine. She agreed promptly.
The next day, Seong Eun-young arrived at the motel predictably aroused.
"Long time no see. Doing well?"
"Thanks to you..."
She tried playing it cool, but her faintly flushed skin and shallow breaths betrayed her body's readiness.
"Your husband visited?"
"Ah, yes."
She flinched at the mention.
"I saw your message. Husband home for three days until yesterday, sexually satisfied, no need for program now?"
"...Yes."
Unlike her text's confidence, her voice now sounded drained, anxious. No wonder—suppressed lust crashing back was tough to bear.
"Let's check first. Clothes off, please?"
"...Okay."
With uneasy eyes, she slowly stripped. Her pristine, soft white skin emerged with sky-blue lingerie, and as it fell away, her teardrop-shaped, perfect breasts jiggled softly, asserting themselves.
"Still standing?"
"Eek..!"
No need to check below—her stiff nipples gave it away. A light pinch and rub turned her face crimson.
"Excited before I even touch you? Really okay?"
"Until yesterday, eek..! It was fine.. ngh..!"
Just twisting her chewy nipples made her twitch and moan.
"Can't postpone like this. Agree?"
"Until yesterday it was defii..!"
"Fine until yesterday, but not today. Right?"
"Haah..!"
Her nipples pulled back, hand slipping under her skirt—slickness seeped through her panties.
"Even if I wanted to let it slide, this is too obvious. We'll proceed."
"N-no.. haum, um..!"
Regardless of her will, I pressed in for a kiss. She tensed but couldn't push away, her tongue toyed with at my whim.
"Mmm.. churp.. slurp.."
Even kissing, she retreated step by step until the bed's edge. I lifted her lightly, dropping her onto the sheets.
"As I said before, just relax and enjoy."
"I-I can't.. No matter how I try, I feel guilty toward him.."
"It's fine. You're not weird. Everyone's like this at first. It'll get familiar with time—no need to worry."
Will it, though? She understood it was official business, unavoidable. But picturing herself growing used to sex with a man not her husband? Impossible.
While she wrestled with that, I stripped off her skirt and panties, baring her snowy nakedness.
Different from Yoo Seo-yeon.
Seong Eun-young and Yoo Seo-yeon: both older, glamorous, but their skin's softness differed. Her baby-like, impossibly tender flesh at 30s was a unique allure no other woman matched. Without husband and daughter, she'd be slave #2 or #3 for sure.
"Slurp."
"Hyaang..!"
Licking her slick folds made her hips buck.
"Slurp, lick, suuuck..!"
"Ah, haang..! Sucking, huaaang..!"
Mind resisting, body honest—moans escaping, juices flowing freer, twitching uncontrollably. Tempting enough to ram in and conquer now.
"Husband doesn't do this much?"
"P-please don't mention my husband..!"
At his mention, her pussy clenched my tongue mid-tease.
"Necessary for the job. Tell me how sex with him usually goes so I can tailor the program."
"That's.."
"Confidentiality assured. Be honest."
Impromptu question, but I pressed. She seemed averse to husband talk—but was that all? I paused my tongue, waiting. She bit her lip, then answered cautiously.
"He uses hands more than mouth.."
"How with hands?"
I pulled away, placing my hand on her plump mound. I'd mimic her answer exactly.
She gulped, already knowing what was coming.