The Husband's Call While His Fingers Were Buried Inside
The phone vibrated insistently inside her bag.
"Mmmngh… 📱"
Jiwon stared blankly at the bag for a moment before slipping her hand inside with the most natural motion imaginable.
Click.
The smartphone screen lit up, and there it was, clear as day.
“My Husband 💬”
In that instant, Min-gyu jolted as if suddenly realizing his fingers were still buried deep inside her pussy.
‘Ah… fuck… of all times…’
His fingertips could still feel the slick, warm walls clenching around them, but he reflexively tried to pull his hand out.
Another second and his fingers would have slipped free.
But—
Tap.
Jiwon caught his wrist. Lightly, yet unmistakably. A grip that made it perfectly clear she had no intention of letting him go.
"……Teacher…?"
Min-gyu looked up at her, swallowing hard.
Yet Song Jiwon said nothing. Instead, she slowly—very slowly—pushed his hand back inside her.
Schlick.
The wet heat welcomed his fingers once more, drawing them even deeper than before. Her inner walls pulsed around him.
And then she glanced at him.
Her eyes held a subtle excitement and a dangerously seductive smile.
📱 "Mm… Honey~ You must be busy. What’s up~?"
She answered the call without the slightest attempt to hide the fact that Min-gyu’s fingers were still inside her.
She didn’t even try.
Instead, she gripped his wrist tightly and began to move her hips—slowly, deliberately.
Squelch.
Every time his fingers curled inside her, her pussy made an obscene sound. Thick, glistening arousal coated his knuckles, clinging to him with every tiny movement.
"Mm~ No, it’s nothing special~"
She lowered her voice into something sweetly playful for the call.
"I’m just… giving a private lesson right now~"
As she spoke, she spread her legs wider, opening her thighs so Min-gyu’s hand could sink even deeper. Her hips tilted back slightly, offering herself completely.
Her pussy was already soaked, and Min-gyu’s fingers were wrapped in the soft, sticky heat of her inner walls.
"Mm-hmm~ It’s not an official class, so it’s fine if I take a call~"
Those words, spoken so casually to her husband, carried a completely different meaning when she looked at Min-gyu with a small smile and whispered:
"Oh my~ Min-gyu, for that part…"
She deliberately spoke clearly enough for the phone to pick it up.
"It’s better if you go deeper~"
Min-gyu’s fingers twitched.
"A little more… touch…"
She took a soft breath.
"You can be bolder. Faster, even~" ☎️
Following her words, Min-gyu reflexively drove his fingers deep inside her.
Schlick.
At that moment, her slick arousal clung to his hand, and the wet friction echoed obscenely from within.
Squelch, slap.
The sound was quiet, yet unbearably lewd.
Jiwon kept her expression perfectly composed, as if she were simply focused on the call, while her hips continued to roll in slow, sensual circles. Her pussy walls squeezed and stroked his fingers with every movement, growing wetter and hotter by the second.
Drip.
A thin trail of arousal slid down her inner thigh and left a small wet mark on the bench.
She accepted it all as if it were the most natural thing in the world, holding the phone in one hand and pulling Min-gyu’s fingers even deeper with the other.
"Mm~ No, I think I just need to watch a little longer~"
"How should I help? …Not that side, try touching this line too~"
She spoke to her husband as though she were simply guiding a student, but every word carried a clear command only Min-gyu could understand.
‘Keep going. Fuck me deeper. I’ll take it even while I’m on the phone.’
Min-gyu bit his lip.
His entire body was tense, but the desire rising within that tension was no longer something he could suppress.
Jiwon’s pussy knew it all too well.
The deeper he went, the tighter she clenched, the more she dripped, the more shamelessly she responded.
She laughed softly into the phone, speaking as if nothing unusual was happening.
"Then~ It’s fine if I keep talking~"
She pushed Min-gyu’s hand even deeper and curled her lips into a small smile.
"Private lessons aren’t regular classes, after all…"
Squelch.
Her hips gave a small, deliberate shake with the words.
Her pussy walls wrapped around his fingers, soft and tight, even wetter than before.
"Like this… I can keep talking to you while we continue~"
She drew in a soft breath. The air at the end of her words was heated, her tone gentle yet faintly trembling.
"Doing this… while listening to your voice… feels really good, you know… hnn~"
Min-gyu’s fingers twitched at her words.
In that insane moment, it became impossible to tell who she was really on the phone with—and who was currently fucking her from the inside.
And she continued the call with her husband while Min-gyu’s fingers defiled her, deliberately trampling that boundary right in front of him.
Looking straight into Min-gyu’s eyes, she spoke slowly and with clear intent.
"Mm~ Listening to your voice while we do this… I really like it…"
Every time she heard her husband’s voice, she pulled Min-gyu’s fingers deeper, savoring the sensation openly in front of him.
Her husband had no idea. No clue that another man’s fingers were currently buried inside his wife’s pussy.
And she was enjoying it immensely.
The sinful thrill of being defiled by Min-gyu’s fingers while chatting casually with her husband.
Right now, in front of Min-gyu, she was humiliating her husband.
And her eyes clearly said:
‘Look, Min-gyu. The one fucking me right now is you. But that man doesn’t know a thing. How filthy and lewd I am… I can take your fingers inside me like this and still play the sweet, obedient wife in front of him.’
That was what she wanted to show him.
The way she mocked her husband right in front of Min-gyu.
Min-gyu couldn’t hold back any longer.
‘Fuck… Let’s see how long you can keep talking to your husband. You want it deeper? Faster? …Fine. I’ll give it to you.’
Biting his lip, he slowly but firmly spread the fingers he had kept together—middle and index—and pushed both inside her.
Thrust.
Her pussy stretched wide around the two fingers, and thick arousal coated them immediately.
Squelch, squelch, schlick.
The sound was loud enough that it could have been heard through the phone.
In the quiet rooftop air, the wet friction of her pussy being fucked was raw and unfiltered.
Jiwon’s entire body trembled at the sensation.
"Mm… No, me? Hnn… I was just… moving a little… Ah, mm-hmm~"
She tried to steady her voice, turning what almost became a moan into a laugh.
But the trembling was impossible to hide.
Her hips quivered, and arousal continued to drip down her inner thighs, soaking Min-gyu’s hand.
"Haa… Well, that side… Mm~ Min-gyu… like that…"
She spoke as if addressing her husband, but the words were instructions meant only for Min-gyu.
Min-gyu curled both fingers at once and rubbed them in wide circles inside her.
Jiwon bit her lip hard. Her waist slid forward, and more arousal spilled from beneath her, wetting the bench.
She wrapped one hand around the back of Min-gyu’s head and pulled him toward her chest, as if she couldn’t get enough of his touch.
"Mm… Honey, just a second~ I was just pointing out a spot for Min-gyu~"
She left the phone in one hand and slowly pressed Min-gyu’s lips against her breast.
Her soft, warm flesh met his mouth.
"There… Not that side, press the center more gently… Follow the line slowly… Hnn… It needs to reach deeper…"
Again, she spoke as if teaching her husband, but every word was a command for Min-gyu.
Min-gyu quietly took her nipple between his lips.
"Suck" "Lick"
The wet sounds from her pussy mingled with the soft, slick noises of his tongue rolling over her nipple, filling the rooftop air with a dizzying sense of taboo.
Jiwon panted and laughed again.
"Honey~ We’ll have to talk more about this at home later~ Min-gyu’s been saying the cutest things since earlier~ I keep losing focus… Hnn… Hehe~ Haa…"
She hid her moans behind playful affection.
But Min-gyu knew. That tremor, that faint breath—it was the vibration of someone right on the edge of climax.
Min-gyu’s lips closed around her nipple, sucking softly and wetly.
"Suck… Lick…"
He rolled his tongue around the peak, nibbling lightly before sucking again. With every motion, Jiwon’s back trembled.
His fingers spread and closed inside her, rubbing in circles, occasionally pressing firmly against her upper wall or pushing deep enough to brush against her cervix.
Squelch, squelch, slap.
Hot, sticky fluid coated his fingers and dripped down his wrist. Her inner thighs were soaked, and arousal fell in droplets onto the bench.
"Mm… Honey~ Hehe… Sorry~ Min-gyu’s hand is a bit heavy right now… Hnn… Maybe… it got a little messy…"
She said it so sweetly, all while looking straight into Min-gyu’s eyes.
‘You know what? Your fingers are making me drip right now. And I’m telling my husband it’s just a little accident during class.’
Min-gyu thrust his fingers harder at her words.
“Schlick… Squish… Thrust, thrust…”
His middle and index fingers spread her walls apart and twisted inside her.
"Hnn… Mm… Oh my~ Honey, I got a little distracted~ Min-gyu pressed too hard… The canvas almost tore~ Hehe~"
At that, Min-gyu began rubbing her insides roughly, as if trying to tear her apart.
Jiwon gasped.
And then—
Her hips jerked upward. Her waist trembled violently, and a rush of arousal burst from inside her with a wet sound.
"…Hnn… Ahh… Hnnn… Haa…!!"
She tried to swallow the sound, but the final note was unmistakably the cry of someone falling off the edge.
Her pussy clenched tightly around his fingers, walls fluttering and squeezing as thick fluid gushed out.
"Mm… Honey… I’ll have to tell this student later… This side gets messy even with a light touch… If you go too deep… the color bleeds too much…"
She spoke as if correcting a student’s mistake, but in truth she was confessing to her husband: “I just came on another man’s fingers.”
"Min-gyu… Hnn… Just a little more there… This inside… is so sensitive right now… Even a light touch might make it spread…"
Her hand holding the phone trembled as she pushed her hips down onto his fingers.
Her pussy, still hypersensitive from orgasm, reacted with electric spasms to every tiny movement.
She had truly become a woman who came on another man’s fingers while on the phone with her husband.
Her inner thighs were slick with arousal, and Min-gyu’s hand remained inside her, gently stroking the aftermath of her pleasure.
She squeezed her trembling legs together, forcing her hips to steady as she swallowed a shaky breath.
‘No… If it shows now… I can’t…’
Her breathing was ragged, yet she still played the role of the affectionate wife for the man on the other end of the line.
"Mm… Yeah, yeah… You’re right, honey…"
She forced the corners of her mouth upward, mimicking a normal tone so he wouldn’t notice how breathless she was.
With Min-gyu’s fingers still pressing inside her, her soaked breasts exposed, and arousal still dripping hotly down her thighs, she spoke to her husband.
"Mm… I’ll call you back inside~ I… love you too~"
She slowly exhaled and ended the call.
📱 ‘Click’
The moment the line went dead, she cupped Min-gyu’s face with both hands and crushed her lips against his.
"Hnn…!"
Min-gyu was startled, but the heat of her tongue and breath—still carrying the insane temperature of the words she had just spoken to her husband—overwhelmed him.
Jiwon kissed him fiercely, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth.
And then she began moving her hips again.
"Hnn… Haa… Min-gyu… It’s not over yet…"
She gripped his wrist tightly and pressed his fingers even deeper inside her.
Squelch… Thrust… Clench.
As she rocked her hips back and forth, his fingers thrust into her like a cock. Her walls squeezed around his fingertips while her saliva and tongue clung to his lips, and her hot breath poured over his chest.
She wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, gripping her own thigh with the other as she pushed his fingers in again and again.
"I held back earlier… because of the call…"
She smiled as she spoke. That smile no longer held reason, morality, or any trace of guilt as a wife.
"Now… I’m not holding back anymore."
After whispering that, Song Jiwon rolled her hips slowly while still gripping his fingers inside her.
Press, squelch…
The inside of her pussy, already pushed to its limit, was now completely open and fluttering around him. She no longer held anything back.
"Haa… Hnn… Ah… Haa… Min-gyu… I feel like I’m going crazy…"
She tried to swallow her moans, biting her lip to hold back the overwhelming pleasure, but it finally broke through.
Her pussy contracted in rhythmic spasms, and a fresh gush of arousal surged from deep inside.
"Haa… Ah… Hnn… Haaah—!!"
She threw her head back. Her back arched, her thighs trembled, and her hips convulsed violently around his hand.
At that moment, a hot rush of fluid burst from inside her—exactly where his fingers were buried—splashing out in wet spurts.
Drip, squirt, slap.
The sound of it hitting the ground was unmistakably lewd, and Min-gyu felt her orgasm pulsing around his fingers more clearly than any words could describe.
Jiwon rested her forehead lightly against his shoulder, exhaling hot, shaky breaths.
"Haa… Hnn… Haa…"
She didn’t move anymore.
Min-gyu’s hand remained inside her, and the hot arousal still dripping over it spoke of the lingering aftershocks of her climax.
Just like that, Song Jiwon poured out the orgasm she had been holding back during the call with her husband—completely, shamelessly, on another man’s fingers.
This is just a bonus scene.