One Night in a Motel with Another Woman (3)
Lying sprawled on the bedroom floor, I looked up at my wife in bewilderment. She slowly closed the door and locked it with a click. The sound echoed through the room like a death sentence.
"Honey."
She called my name. I swallowed hard.
"Get on your knees. Right there."
I couldn't believe my ears.
"N-Noona...?"
"I said kneel."
There was no hesitation in her voice, no warmth at all. I didn't even think to resist. Powerless, I dropped to my knees on the cold hardwood floor. She loomed over me like a shadow, trapping me in darkness.
"Now, tell me everything. Every last detail. Don't leave anything out."
"It... it was really nothing! I was drinking with Team Leader, and I got so wasted... my memory just blacked out..."
My excuses scattered into the void. She stood there, arms crossed, utterly unmoved as she listened.
"And? Does getting drunk justify staying out all night and coming home reeking of another woman's perfume?"
"No, that's not... it was a total misunderstanding, Noona..."
"Did you do wrong, or didn't you?"
She cut me off, her question sharp as a blade. Under her icy gaze, I had nothing left to say. Finally, in a tiny voice, I admitted it.
"...I did wrong."
"So what should you do about it?"
She guided me like a mother scolding a child, drawing out the words she wanted to hear. Head bowed, I mumbled,
"I'm sorry... Noona... I'm really sorry..."
But my apology didn't satisfy her. She scoffed coldly.
"Your voice is too quiet. And there's no sincerity in it at all."
She lifted my chin with her foot, forcing our eyes to meet. Her gaze was filled with nothing but disappointment.
"Bow your head. Until your forehead touches the floor."
"Huh...?"
I stared at her in shock. But her expression was unyielding. I couldn't fight it. Slowly, so slowly, I bent forward. Humiliation and fear coiled around my body. At last, my forehead met the cold floor.
"I... did wrong."
My whispered apology, forehead pressed to the ground, was met by her deep sigh slicing through the silence. I didn't dare lift my head.
"Get up."
Her voice was calm but commanding. Slowly, agonizingly, I raised my torso. She still stood over me, arms crossed, looking down. There was no mercy in her eyes, no forgiveness.
"I've... been through something like this before. I'll let it slide this once."
Realizing what she meant, a wave of relief washed over me—mingled with a subtle shame. But her next words shattered every expectation.
"But you'll have to take your punishment."
"...Punishment?"
"Yes. Get on the bed."
Punishment...? What kind...? Confused, I obeyed her command. I crawled onto the creaking mattress, and a dirty thought flashed through my mind. On the bed? Is this the punishment? Maybe... like usual, something naughty? Being scolded and ravished by her as punishment... honestly, it didn't sound bad. No—it sounded good. Something inside me stirred.
As if reading my thoughts, she said coldly,
"It won't be like usual."
Her eyes weren't those of the gentle wife I knew. It felt like staring at a stranger... or the woman from those past videos.
"Tonight, I'm doing this my way. You should brace yourself, honey."
I swallowed dryly and nodded faintly.
"O-Okay..."
The moment I sat on the edge of the bed, she pounced like a predator. She pulled me into a fierce embrace, her lips invading mine with serpentine cunning and heat. With a wet smack...♡, her tongue ravaged my mouth—expert, relentless. Before I could catch my breath, her hands tore at my clothes. Buttons popped off my shirt, scattering everywhere, but I couldn't resist. In seconds, I was stark naked.
She dragged my nude body forward, positioning me in front of her. Then, from behind, she wrapped me tight. The massive, squishy sensation pressing against my back—her voluptuous breasts molded perfectly to me, their weight and softness suffocating. She nipped my earlobe with a playful nom.
"Eek...!"
A jolt of pleasure ripped a short moan from me. Her hot breath tickled my ear as she whispered like a devil,
"It's okay~ It's fine. Good boy, my honey~. Hehe~♥"
Her laughter tickled my brain. The plush breasts binding me from behind, her silky skin—it all blurred the line between dream and reality.
"Did it feel that good? Being with another woman?"
She nibbled my earlobe again.
"Did you... maybe even fuck her?"
With the question, her fingers trailed to my chest, twisting my sensitive nipples.
"Ahhn...!♡ I-It hurts...!"
I writhed, stifling a scream, but I couldn't escape her arms. Amused by my reaction, she hummed through her nose.
"Hmm~ I bet you didn't fuck her~? With your tiny little dick like this... she probably wasn't satisfied anyway?"
With that, she slid her legs forward. Her cool sole enveloped my little cock, rubbing it softly... teasingly.
"Hahh...! Ah...! N-Noona...!"
Humiliating pleasure arched my back. My face burned with shame, but my traitor dick leaked precum in betrayal. She mocked my state, whispering on,
"Even if she fell for your cute face, once the clothes came off and she saw this baby dick... she'd be disappointed. Did you really fuck her?"
Her foot grew bolder. I shook my head desperately, gasping.
"Hahh... N-No, that's not..."
"Oh, so you didn't?"
She burst into giggles. The sound stabbed my heart.
"Hehe, a guy who goes to a motel and can't even fuck... you're probably the only one in the world, honey~."
Treating me like a child, she toyed with my cock between her toes. Then came the knockout blow in my ear.
"Every time I see it, I think... your little dick is just so adorable and cute."
Her voice dripped with affection. But the cruelty hidden beneath only fueled my arousal.
"Out of all the men I've been with, yours is the smallest... the most pathetic."
Her vicious whispers dug relentlessly into my weakest spot. She nipped my earlobe again, cooing sweetly,
"Honey... how many women have you been with besides me?"
Helpless in her embrace, I stammered,
"Hah... I... dated... haa... once, I think..."
"Oh? And did you... fuck her?"
I jerked in panic, shaking my head.
"N-No! Back in school... it was just a short thing..."
"Phew~ Good."
She sounded genuinely relieved. But what followed was far from kind.
"If she'd seen your cute little baby dick... she might've lost all interest."
Her voice was cotton candy soft, but the words struck like poison arrows. Her toes grew bolder, tormenting my tiny cock.
"Women... prefer big, thick ones over baby dicks like yours. Like... black guys with those huge cocks."
Miles. The name flashed in my mind, dizziness hitting hard. "Black" from her lips fused that night's shock with tonight's humiliation, numbing my reason. Her whispers and footplay melted my brain.
"Hahh... Ah, ah..."
Only meaningless moans escaped me. Pleased, she proposed with playful glee,
"Hehe~ Now, honey, repeat after me?"
Her tone was innocently childlike. But the game was pure filth.
"Say it: 'I have a baby dick and I'm a masochist.'"
I couldn't. But her fingers pinched my nipples harder, her foot grinding mercilessly.
"Hah...! It hurts...! Hurts!"
"Come on. Or it'll hurt more."
I broke. In a mosquito-whisper, trembling with shame, I recited,
"...I... have a baby dick... and I'm a masochist..."
"Hehe~♥ Good boy. Next."
She didn't stop.
"'I'm sorry I can't man up~'"
"...I'm sorry... I can't... man up..."
Drool trickled from my mouth. Shameful, yet my body burned with twisted excitement.
"'I'm a slave who obeys my wife~'"
"...I'm... a slave... who obeys... my wife..."
"'My tiny dick can't satisfy my wife~♥'"
"...My... tiny dick... can't satisfy... Noona..."
Each humiliating phrase made my cock harder, leaking more. She savored it, then whispered the finale.
"'So it's okay if my wife cheats with a man with a big dick.'"
I froze. Miles's face, that monster cock, her past videos—all paraded before my eyes.
"...So it's okay... if my wife... cheats with... a man with a big dick..."
"Aww~ Really~? Thanks, honey~"
As the last words left me, I lost it—waist shuddering, a pathetic spurt of cum dribbling out. Splurt— onto her foot. She smirked, stroking my head and kissing my cheek in praise.