Husband's Cock in Hand
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-This post contains highly explicit illustrations and animated clips.
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*All students, the protagonist, and other appearing characters are adults.*
Song Jiwon returned home and stared at her husband’s suitcase, still sitting exactly where he had left it by the door.
“Honey, why is your luggage still here?”
She asked it casually, but tension coiled in her chest.
Her husband scratched his head. “Ah, you suddenly said you were going to the convenience store, so I didn’t finish packing. I still have some business left in the provinces. I’m resting today and heading down to Busan tomorrow morning. If it’s short, a week. If it drags… well, I don’t know exactly yet.”
“Oh… I see…?”
She let her shoulders droop and lowered her gaze, putting on a disappointed expression.
“I’m really sorry. Our company’s performance got tangled up, and the client’s confirmation keeps getting delayed. Headquarters wants me to go down in person…”
His explanation went on, but she wasn’t listening.
Really…? He’s leaving again tomorrow…?
Haah… Oh god… I’m so happy I could lose my mind…
I almost cursed out loud from how good that news is… Wait, no. Umm… cursing in my head is fine, right? Haah… Fuck… I’m so fucking happy… Just go already… Please…
She blinked and forced a smile down. Even so, her heart was racing so hard her panties were already damp.
I feel like I want to suck his cock right now… Has he ever looked this adorable to me before?
The thought even crossed her mind.
Just clear out for a while… Your spot needs to be filled by other men right now… My master… and Min-gyu…
She swallowed the excitement and spoke softly to her husband. “Then hurry up and wash up and get some sleep. You look tired.”
They each showered and went to bed. In the softly lit bedroom, her husband carefully approached and placed a hand on her shoulder. She instantly understood what that touch meant—an awkward, hesitant signal that he wanted sex.
At that moment, her master’s voice echoed in her head.
“That pussy… can only be used when I allow it. Never give it to that man.”
The words made her heart flutter. The joy of being able to obey. The justification to refuse. An order she could actually follow.
Her master, whom she had never even seen, could make her wet with words alone. Min-gyu could make her come over and over with just his small fingers. Yet lying right beside her, breathing the same air, was a man who stirred nothing in her at all.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love him… It really wasn’t that she didn’t… So why did she feel nothing?
She hated the thought so much that she refused to dwell on it. Instead, she clung to the one thing that was certain.
“That pussy… can only be used when I allow it. Never give it to that man.”
Her master’s words were both a prohibition and a permission. She could do certain things. Her body was under control, and that control itself was pleasure.
She closed her eyes and whispered inwardly.
Right… pussy is off-limits. But… a handjob should be fine…
The thought swelled inside her chest. The joy of obedience. The freedom of knowing exactly where the line was drawn and being allowed to play within it.
She slowly smiled. The happiness was already overflowing.
Master told me not to give it to him… so no pussy. Just my hand… I’ll make him come fast.
When her husband’s hand crept up her thigh, Song Jiwon naturally avoided it and slid her own hand toward his waist instead. She felt the warmth through his clothes. His body reacted quietly, as if it had been waiting for her touch.
She tugged his pants down a little and muttered to herself.
Yeah… If I make him come quick and put him to sleep, I can go back to my own world.
Then, genuinely delighted by the fact that he would be leaving tomorrow, she wrapped her fingers around his cock like a child receiving a gift.
“I’ll take care of it instead. You’re tired, so just lie still.”
Her husband laughed awkwardly and surrendered his body. Song Jiwon leaned against him and began moving her hand in a leisurely rhythm. She smiled at him with affection.
But inside that smile were other thoughts.
How can someone be this stupid…? Just come already. I’m waiting for the moment you leave…
Her fingers moved slowly, tracing a familiar path. She gently enveloped her husband’s cock and stroked it up and down with steady rhythm. A loving smile remained on her face. Her eyes were warm, the corners of her mouth softly lifted.
Yet there was no emotion whatsoever in her hand. It moved mechanically, precisely, at the exact angle required. Her only goal was to make him finish quickly.
Her husband closed his eyes and let out a long breath. “Mmm… Honey… feels good… Your hands always feel so good…”
Song Jiwon nodded and answered sweetly. “Yeah… I love you too, darling.”
Her voice was tender, but inside she thought,
Hmm… This is so boring. Love you… feels good… Is that all he knows how to say?
When her fingers brushed over the head and twisted slightly, her husband’s hips jerked. “Mmm… Seriously… You’re the best… I… love you… really…”
Listening to him, Song Jiwon quietly blinked.
If it were Master… he would treat me much more vulgarly. He’d grab my hair, make me crawl on the floor, and order me to lick like a dog… And then…
He’d call me a bitch in heat…
Just the word made her chest throb.
Hmm… Come to think of it, is this similar to Min-gyu’s…?
She tightened her grip a little and compared them in her mind.
It’s a bit bigger than Min-gyu’s. But even with his small fingers, Min-gyu can make me come over and over…
You don’t know, do you? Even when your cock is inside me, my body doesn’t react at all…
My pussy only wants Master and Min-gyu. Only those two can grab me from the inside, tear me apart, make me crawl and lose my mind.
And your place… probably doesn’t exist anymore. Idiot…
Her hand sped up. Her husband’s breathing grew rough. She quietly pulled out a tissue and held it against the head of his cock. He came, and she wiped away the semen without a word.
“All done~? You must be tired… Let’s sleep now~”
She wiped her hand, kissed her husband’s lips as he lay down, and spoke softly.
“I love you, honey.”
The words were warm. The kiss felt affectionate. But inside, she whispered,
These lips… Do you know? These are the same lips that licked and sucked the fingers of my student after he fingered my pussy…
And he used my mouth like a pussy with his cock. I swallowed everything…
You’ve never even dreamed of something like this, have you…?
You really don’t know anything…
She smiled again and pulled the blanket up.
“Good night, darling. I love you.”
Then she quietly turned her back to him, hugged the blanket lightly, and fell asleep.
Morning.
The bedroom was already filled with warm sunlight. Song Jiwon slowly sat up. Her slip was barely clinging to the tips of her breasts. Wearing only panties, her slightly sweat-dampened skin stuck to the sheets. The subtle stickiness between her thighs seeped into her waking body like a slow awakening.
Without a word, she lifted the slip over her head. One hand slipped the strap off, the other gripped the fabric as she raised both arms. The motion naturally pushed her breasts upward, nipples standing out clearly in the sunlight. She tossed the slip to the foot of the bed.
Running her fingertips down her sides, she walked into the living room wearing nothing but panties. A single note lay on the dining table.
Heading out on my business trip.
You looked so pretty sleeping soundly that I didn’t wake you.
Love you.
She lowered her head and read it. Without sighing or smiling, she quietly folded the paper and dropped it into the trash can that opened at the touch of her toe.
“Boring…”
She walked straight into the kitchen. As she opened the coffee pot and poured water, her breasts swayed slightly and one nipple stiffened in the breeze. She made no move to cover it. Being exposed like this simply felt natural.
When she leaned forward to pick up the mug, her hips instinctively pushed back. The thin fabric of her panties had ridden deep between her cheeks, the pale flesh peeking around the edges.
Standing by the window, she swept her hair back with one hand and lifted the coffee cup. Her breasts remained bare. Her thighs remained bare. Nothing was hidden. She stood there as if displaying herself beneath the sunlight.
What if someone outside saw her?
The thought itself was arousing. The possibility that someone might be watching made her breath grow shallower and faster.
I don’t have to hide anymore.
She stood in the middle of the living room. Sunlight traced the curves of her breasts and thighs. A faint damp patch had appeared at the center of her panties. Every step made the thin fabric shift and brush against her skin.
This was different from before.
Different from that morning when she first met her master.
Back then she had been lonely. Sad. The sense of being empty had been so heavy that she could barely feel she was a woman at all.
But now—
Liberation.
Exposure.
Transgression.
And the desire to submit.
She leaned forward slightly against the window. Her breasts spilled downward naturally. When she placed her hands on the sill, her nipples pressed against the underside of her breasts, heavy and soft. The wet spot on her panties darkened a little more.
She bit her lower lip. Heat rose from below. She drew in a breath. An emotion hotter than coffee. Desire pressed slowly against the tips of her breasts.
I probably… can never go back to the person I used to be…