Wife's Voice, Bitch's Pussy – Part Two
The phone rang.
Song Jiwon’s fingers trembled as she tapped the record button on her phone and held her breath. Then she answered the call.
[Husband]
“Honey? How are you doing?”
[Song Jiwon]
“Mm…! Haa… Oppa… you called right when I just got on the treadmill… hngh…”
The tip of the vibrator brushed lightly against her inner thigh. Every time it grazed her skin, her pussy lips parted and closed, dripping clear nectar. Her breasts were already soaked, and her nipples stood painfully erect at the slightest touch.
[Husband]
“Working out again? You’re really going hard.”
[Song Jiwon]
“Yeah… my body’s been getting stiff lately… so I run a bit… haa… then walk… hngh… and repeat…”
She gripped the phone tighter. While cold sweat beaded on the back of her hand, her pussy burned hot. With the vibrator wedged between her swollen folds, she lifted and lowered her hips in small motions. The vibrations teased her clit and sank deep into her core, soaking her pussy until it was drenched. Her inner thighs quivered, and her flushed entrance twitched greedily around the toy, sucking it in just a little deeper. Slick juices trickled down her thighs.
“Haa…”
Breathing out, she leaned forward slightly. When she rubbed the vibrator against her wet slit, a sticky sound echoed. Slowly parting her swollen lips, she pushed the toy inside. Her walls stretched around it, welcoming it eagerly.
“Eut…!”
She bit her lip to hold back a moan, but her pussy was already clenching and gushing around the vibrator. A faint, wet sound slipped through the phone.
[Husband]
“Honey? You’re breathing pretty hard. Are you okay?”
[Song Jiwon]
“Haa… I’m fine… It’s because I’m talking to you, Oppa… It gives me strength…”
No.
It’s because Master is watching, Oppa. Because you’re watching me… I’m getting even wetter.
She whispered the words in her heart while squeezing her breast and pinching her slick nipple with her thumb. The bud stiffened further. She pressed the vibrator deeper, forcing it against her inner walls until sticky fluids dripped from the tip.
[Husband]
“Still, don’t push yourself too hard. Hearing you out of breath is making me tired too.”
[Song Jiwon]
“Mm… Oppa… hngh… Just hearing your voice… makes me so happy…”
She spread her legs wider, knees bent against the floor. Her masturbation grew more obscene as she drove the vibrator deep and began rolling her hips. Her soaked folds clung to the toy, the swollen pink flesh peeking out between them with every movement. Lewd, wet sounds filled the room.
“Haa, haa…”
Her moans grew longer. Knowing her husband was listening only made her excitement surge. Her pussy throbbed hotter, pouring out more slick. Every time the vibrator ground against her deepest spot, her hips moved on their own, fucking herself in a steady rhythm. Each thrust produced a vulgar “schlick” from inside her. Even her tight asshole twitched in time with the toy.
The camera captured everything—the glistening juices running down her thighs, the way her clit peeked out from between her folds, every shameful detail.
[Husband]
“Honey, you’re breathing so fast. Are you really okay?”
[Song Jiwon]
“Hngh… I’m fine… Because Oppa is here… I just feel too good…”
Master, are you listening?
Even if I call him Oppa, my body and heart already belong to you. Look… I’m spreading my pussy wide open for you… showing you my most depraved side…
When she slowly pulled the vibrator out, a thick strand of nectar stretched between it and her entrance. She rubbed the toy against her swollen lips, then thrust it back inside with a wet squelch. Her hips jerked at the sensation.
“Aht…!”
Her cheeks flushed crimson. Her pussy clenched greedily around the toy, desperate to please her Master.
She glanced down at the phone. A sudden impulse struck her—what if Master could hear the entire conversation? Breathing hard, she tapped the screen and switched to speakerphone. Her husband’s voice now filled the room.
[Husband]
“How were classes today? Did the kids behave?”
[Song Jiwon]
“Haa… hngh… They were a little rowdy today… It’s exam season… hngh… They couldn’t focus…”
While she spoke, the vibrator churned inside her dripping cunt. Juices ran down her thighs and pooled on the floor. Her fingers trembled, yet she kept the toy buried deep against her cervix.
Her gaze drifted to the slightly open drawer beside the bed. Inside sat a mist bottle she usually used for hydration before sleep. A dark, filthy urge rose inside her.
More lewdly. More vulgarly. More obscenely. I want to show Master.
She reached into the drawer with shaking hands and pulled out the bottle. Its heavy, rounded shape was exactly the kind of depravity she craved right now.
Normally she would have cleaned and disinfected it thoroughly. The neat, proper Song Jiwon would have done so without question. But now, lost in lust and dragged by instinct, she wanted to defile herself. She wanted to show her Master how filthy she had become.
She pressed the mist bottle against her soaked entrance. Slowly, deliberately, she rubbed the rounded tip along her glistening folds, proving just how shameless she could be.
[Husband]
“Kids that age are always like that. What kind of assignments are you giving them lately?”
[Song Jiwon]
“Haa… hngh… Free-theme portrait practice… hngh… They keep drawing funny things and laughing…”
While she answered, the vibrator stirred her insides. Her juices soaked the floor. She brought the mist bottle to her parted pussy and swallowed hard. Her swollen lips parted around the cool tip. Her clit throbbed visibly as she began pushing the bottle inside. Already stuffed with the vibrator, her cunt eagerly accepted the second intruder. Every inch stretched her walls, making her hips tremble.
“Schlick… schlick…”
Sticky fluids ran down the bottle. Her inner thighs burned with heat, and both holes clenched greedily around the objects filling them.
[Husband]
“Did you eat dinner yet? You’ve been skipping meals lately.”
[Song Jiwon]
“Hngh… haa… No… I haven’t eaten yet… hngh… What are you going to order for me, Oppa?”
With the bottle halfway inside, she panted heavily.
[Husband]
“What do you want? Pizza? Or salad?”
[Song Jiwon]
“Pizza… haa… extra cheese… hngh…”
She rocked her hips slowly, feeling the vibrator press deep against her womb. Every time she lifted up, nectar dripped down the bottle. Every time she sank down, her walls squeezed it tightly. The wet sounds grew filthier.
Her husband’s gentle voice continued through the speaker.
[Husband]
“What should we do this weekend? The weather’s nice—want to go out for some fresh air?”
[Song Jiwon]
“Haa… hngh… Sounds good… Anywhere with you, Oppa… hngh…”
Legs spread wide, both toys buried inside her, she rode them in a lewd cowgirl motion. Her pussy was stretched to its limit, the double penetration driving her insane. Her entire body glistened with sweat. Her breasts heaved. Her nipples were swollen and aching.
She swallowed her moans and cried out in her mind.
Master… look at me… I’m defiling myself while talking to Oppa…
Her hips never stopped moving. The wet sounds of her cunt filled the room—squelching, dripping, obscene.
Her husband’s voice came again.
[Husband]
“Honey, are you really okay? Your breathing is so rough.”
[Song Jiwon]
“Haa… hngh… I’m doing interval sprints… Oppa… I’m fine… I’ll catch my breath soon… hngh…”
She smiled inwardly.
It’s not because of the exercise… It’s because of Master. Because you ordered me to… I feel like a filthy whore being fucked right in front of my husband…
The vibrator and bottle pounded into her in alternating rhythms. Her pussy made filthy noises with every thrust. She slammed her hips down hard.
“Thud.”
The vibrator struck deep against her cervix, sending a heavy wave of pleasure through her. Her back arched. Her thighs trembled. Her entire body was drowning in corruption.
While whispering “I love you” to her husband, she offered everything to her Master. But it still wasn’t enough. Even as she gasped for air, a darker desire stirred inside her.
I want to show more. More shamefully. More explicitly.
She slowly turned toward the camera. Her full breasts swayed. Her stiff nipples glistened. Then she dropped into a deep squat, spreading her thick thighs as wide as they would go and pushing her ass back. Leaning forward, she presented both of her holes directly to the lens.
Her pussy was stretched around the mist bottle, dripping. Above it, her pink asshole twitched shyly. Every time her cunt clenched, her asshole followed, begging to be filled too. Sweat-slick skin shone under the light. Both holes panted hotly toward the camera, desperate for their Master’s gaze.
She reached back with one hand and spread her ass cheeks wider. The camera captured every detail—her swollen pussy lips gripping the bottle, her asshole winking, thick strings of nectar stretching and snapping.
She began riding the bottle in that obscene squat, lifting and dropping her hips so the toy plunged deep with every motion. Wet, filthy sounds echoed through the room. She had completely forgotten about the call. All that existed was the need to show her Master how depraved she had become.
Her husband’s voice drifted through the speaker again, but she barely heard it. She slammed her hips down harder, fucking both toys with desperate abandon. Her moans grew louder, more animalistic.
“Haa… haa… Oppa… haa… faster… more…”
Her husband sounded surprised but still spoke gently.
[Husband]
“Haha, you’re really working hard. From the sound of it, you must be sprinting at full speed.”
That innocent comment only made her push the bottle deeper. She could no longer hold back. Squatting over the toys, she slammed her hips up and down violently, driving the bottle deep into her cunt with every thrust. Her juices sprayed out around it. Her walls spasmed. Her asshole twitched in rhythm.
“Haa… haaa… Oppa… Oppa… hngh… haaaa…!”
She came hard, body shaking, both holes stretched wide around the toys. Thick nectar gushed out in waves, soaking the floor. Even while climaxing, she kept moving, showing her Master every shameful spasm.
Her husband’s voice returned, unaware.
[Husband]
“Ah~ I should start getting ready for work tomorrow. You should get some rest too, honey. You worked really hard today.”
[Song Jiwon]
“Mm… haa… Oppa… good night… I love you… hngh…”
Her voice was sweet, but her heart belonged elsewhere.
I love you, Oppa. And… I’m sorry. I’m submitting to Master now…
She ended the call with a quiet, guilty smile.
Click.
Silence filled the room. Once the call disconnected, Song Jiwon slowly spread her legs and began pulling the toys out. Her pussy clung to them reluctantly, reluctant to let go. When the bottle finally slipped free, a thick stream of nectar followed. The vibrator came out next, leaving her empty and twitching.
Breathing hard, she crawled toward the camera on shaky limbs, ass swaying, thighs glistening. Kneeling in front of the lens, she brought the mist bottle back to her soaked entrance and began rubbing it slowly along her folds, coating it thoroughly with her juices—as if she were polishing her Master’s cock with her own nectar.
Then she lifted the bottle to her lips, letting only her mouth appear on camera, and began licking it clean with slow, devoted strokes of her tongue.
“Chuu… lick…”
She licked every drop of her own slick from the bottle, sucking the tip into her mouth with wet sounds. When she finally pulled away, she whispered softly.
“I love you… Master…”
—Recording ended—