Misfortune Strikes in Waves 5
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
A brutal sound, like a club striking flesh, rang in my ears. The pressure clamping down on my cock tightened so much I could barely breathe.
The moment my wife called out to me, something inside me snapped.
My mind refused to function.
I forced strength into my buckling legs and dragged myself up.
In place of reason, which had melted away in the heat of pleasure, raw instinct took over, craving the thing on the bed.
Leading with my erect cock, which felt ready to burst at any second, I approached the hole I was meant to thrust into.
I want to do it. I'm burning up. I want to shove it in.
I couldn't tell if these were my own thoughts or Jang Mansu's depraved lust.
It didn't matter anymore.
I was going crazy with the urge to hold my wife.
I wanted to make love to her right this instant, until my mind went completely blank.
The moment I brought my cock—veins bulging, dripping thick pre-cum—toward my wife's mouth, it slipped right through the air.
I couldn't touch her.
I couldn't reach her.
The moment my hollow, despairing voice cut through the air, a heavy impact exploded like a bomb, as if mocking me.
Thwaaaack!!!!
"......!!!!!"
My wife's body jolted violently as if she were about to be thrown back, but because her hands were pinned, she was dragged right back into the chest of the man holding her.
With my cock right in front of her face, her eyes widened as if they would tear, before rolling back into her head, completely ignoring me.
Her mouth, visible through her disheveled hair, fell wide open, and a strained, squeezed-out moan escaped her lips.
"Hngh, ahhh...!!!"
Ssshhhk!
At the same time my wife let out a cry that reduced her to a mere female animal, a fountain of fluid sprayed from the tight, seamless junction where their bodies met.
The vulgar sound of her fluids spraying with a loud splat, soaking the bedsheets and dripping onto the floor, echoed in my ears.
"Kh...!"
The grip on the shaft was so tight it felt like it would snap.
Overwhelmed by the dizzying sensation, both males could no longer hold back and released their seed.
Spurt! Spurt!
Jang Mansu's cock, buried deep enough to crush my wife's cervix, unleashed a torrent of semen as if a faucet had been turned on.
Gush! Gush! Gush!
My own cock, twitching near my wife's mouth, sprayed semen in fitful, broken bursts like a broken machine.
"Oh, ohh... Mmph, ahh...?! Kgh...!!!"
My wife's low moans of peak ecstasy overlapped with my own pathetic groans, soaked in the relief of ejaculation.
The semen spraying from my cock rained down over her face, but it vanished into thin air without ever touching her.
In contrast, the beast's cock faithfully filled the deepest recesses of my wife's vagina with a thick, white cream.
"Hi, hee... hee... ♡!"
My wife let out a strange, wheezing gasp, as if she couldn't breathe.
Her arms, tense as if trying to escape, were stretched out with fingers splayed, trembling weakly in the air.
Her leg, draped over Jang Mansu's shoulder, was stiff and tense, twitching violently with every pulse of his cock as it poured semen inside her.
My vision blurred, and I felt like I would lose consciousness at any moment.
This was because, at this very moment, I was experiencing both the ecstasy of Jang Mansu's ejaculation and the dizzying release of my own.
A normal ejaculation alone is enough to bring a man to the peak of pleasure.
But experiencing the sensations of two men at once, completely against my will, made me feel like my brain was frying.
"Fuck... this grip is...!"
With the veins in his neck bulging, Jang Mansu strained his entire body to squeeze out every last drop of semen.
The painful tightness clamping down on his cock, the melting heat.
Above all, the sensation of my wife's vaginal walls contracting and stroking the shaft with every pulse of ejaculation delivered a thrill that curled his toes.
Gush... gush... gush...
The cock, buried deep after prying open her thighs, stopped pulsing and slowly went quiet.
As if sensing that the male had completed his duty to sow his seed, the female's limbs went limp.
The storm of noises vanished like a lie, leaving only silence hanging over the bedroom.
A humid heat and a fishy musk drifted through the air, transforming the couple's bedroom into a den of depravity.
"......Phew."
Jang Mansu's low, deep sigh broke the silence.
Savoring the afterglow of his release, he looked down, scanning another man's woman sprawled across the bed.
Her face was obscured by her messy hair.
However, he could clearly see her rolled-back eyes and her red tongue lolling out between her parted lips onto the sheet.
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
The married woman's hand, pinned by the beast, twitched limply like her fallen virtue. Her full breasts were slightly flushed on the sides, chafed from the rough friction.
Her nipples stood erect and swollen, and beads of sweat on her chest rolled down her soft curves, dripping onto the sheets.
Her slender waist glistened under a thin sheen of sweat, looking incredibly smooth.
Admiring the cum-bucket he had just claimed, Jang Mansu slowly pulled his spent cock out.
Squelch...!
A wet, sticky sound, like squelching through waterlogged mud, echoed from their point of contact.
"Hi... eek... ♡?!"
As if to please her husband's body to the very end, the thoroughly pounded vagina clung tightly to the retreating cock, reluctant to let go.
As the glistening shaft slipped out, the inner walls clung to it like a welcoming bride before finally releasing it with a soft sigh.
Once the cock was completely free, the hot air trapped inside rushed out, releasing a faint puff of vapor.
The vapor carried the musky scent of fluids and the sweet aroma of her flesh—a potent pheromone that stirred raw lust.
Thud.
Jang Mansu let go of the woman's leg.
Her plump thigh and calf dropped onto the mattress like a doll with its strings cut.
The impact rolled Lee Hyeonju's body over, turning her from her side onto her stomach.
Twitch, twitch, twitch.
Spurt...! Spurt! Spurt!
Still caught in the afterglow of her climax, the woman violated by the beast in her husband's skin twitched her ripe hips up and down, spraying fluid into the air with each spasm.
The two males stared blankly at the obscene, utterly vulgar sight.
After a few more tremors, the woman lay completely still, her limbs sprawling like a toy that had run out of batteries.
I couldn't believe my wife had been brought to such a state by another man, squirting and losing herself.
I knew better than anyone that she wasn't that kind of woman.
Then why...?
Was it because she was unconscious, absorbing the pleasure like a sponge?
Was it because that was my body?
Or was it...
I stared at 'my body' panting on the bed.
My body, completely altered since my discharge, truly looked like a stranger's.
A massive cock, glistening with my wife's fluids and semen.
The beast's cock, still standing proud as if insatiable, twitched as if cooling down.
"Tsk. I could really use a smoke. Doesn't this guy even smoke?"
Having relieved himself, Jang Mansu stood up from the bed like a loafer who had finished his business and looked around.
He didn't care at all about the wife sprawled on the bed, soaked in fluids; he only cared about satisfying his own desires.
Looking around and finding nothing else to satisfy him, he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Tsk. Nothing I can do about it."
Muttering in irritation, the beast climbed back onto the bed to satisfy his lingering urges.
He pinned my wife down, crushing her beneath him while she was still warm from her climax.
Then, he slowly slid his still-erect cock between her thighs.
"Hiik...?!"
My wife's faint cry and my own strained groan erupted at the same time.
My limbs trembled at the suffocating heat, the wetness, and the addictive sensation of her body.
Through my tear-blurred vision, I saw my own cock twitching in the air.
Forcing my eyes away from my own pathetic, miserable cock, I looked down at the bed.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Ohh! Ah...?! Kgh, nnn, ahh...!!!"
I watched my wife, crushed under the massive weight, reduced to a mere receptacle.
I felt her lingering warmth, her heat, her painful trembling, and her excitement indirectly through my body.
Even when I closed my eyes and screamed, the excitement Jang Mansu felt and the touch of my wife kept washing over me.
My own cock could only tremble, weeping pre-cum like tears.
With the final sight of my wife's legs trembling between Jang Mansu's thick thighs, I could no longer withstand the overwhelming wave of sensations and blacked out.
How long was I trapped in that dream, suffocated by the dizzying pleasure and heat?
"Aaaaargh!!!"
I opened my eyes with a tearing scream.
My entire body was drenched in a cold, unpleasant sweat, burning as if it would explode.
"Pant!!! Pant!!! Pant!!!"
Gasping for air, I covered my face with both hands.
What was that?
What the hell was that just now?
My mind was a complete mess.
"Ugh...!"
My stomach churned, threatening to make me vomit, but before that could happen, a sudden wave of release hit my cock, and semen gushed out.
Reason melted away under the pleasure surging up my spine.
My chest heaved, and my entire body shook violently as if I were about to die.
Even through my splayed fingers, I could see my cock standing rock-hard, still pulsing with semen.
"......"
Thicker and longer than before, the cock looked horrifyingly grotesque, its veins bulging.
As I stared blankly at the shaft glistening with fluids and semen, a familiar scent brushed past my nose.
Like a bee drawn to a flower, my downward gaze drifted to the side.
"Hye-Hyeonju..."
There lay my wife, who had been violated by 'my body' for hours.
The sheets where she lay were stained with a wide pool of their combined bodily fluids.
Red bruises and bite marks marred her pale skin, showing where she had been gripped with brute force.
Above all, the heavy, languid aura radiating from her gave me an indirect sense of just how deeply she had been satisfied.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
My heart hammered wildly at the sight of her.
I couldn't tell if it was from anger or arousal.
My trembling gaze was drawn down between her thighs, a sight I tried to ignore.
Between her splayed legs, layers of dried semen clung to her skin, evidence of how many times he had released inside her.
The scent wafting from her was no longer her usual soft vanilla, but the raw, fishy smell of semen.
"Pant... pant... pant..."
My breath grew ragged, heavy with heat.
My rock-hard cock clamored for satisfaction, dripping pre-cum.
Despite the silence of the bedroom, a sharp ringing buzzed in my ears.
"Hye-Hyeonju... are you asleep...?"
I spoke to her.
My voice shook pathetically.
Seeing her completely motionless, my heart beat faster, and my mind burned blank.
In its place, a dark, murky lust took root.
Just once... just once...
I was parched.
Even if her narcolepsy had worsened, the episode should have ended by now.
That meant she had been subjected to Jang Mansu for a very long time.
The reason she was sleeping like the dead was that she had been violated by 'my body' for hours without knowing it, leaving her utterly exhausted and unconscious.
So if I thrust into her now, she will definitely wake up.
Will she really wake up?
And what if she does?
We're husband and wife.
My lust-addled brain finished rationalizing.
I climbed on top of my wife, who lay spent after being abused by my body all night.
"Just once... okay? Just once... Y-you don't have to wake up. Sleep. Just sleep. I'll take care of it."
I muttered to myself as if persuading my unresponsive wife, pushing my erect cock against her.
I slowly slid my cock into her swollen, overworked flesh.
"Hngh..."
A faint, pained moan escaped her lips.
But I ignored it, pushing myself all the way inside.
"Haaah..."
A blissful sigh escaped my mouth.
Her warmth and the soft texture of her inner walls felt as if they were welcoming me back as her husband.
My wife loved me, and I loved her more than anyone in the world.
So it was fine to love her like this, right?
I began to move my hips slowly.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
I moved gently, trying to be considerate of her as I always had.
But it wasn't enough.
Slap, slap, slap!
I slammed my hips forward, thrusting hard enough to make flesh slap against flesh.
Beneath me, her body began to warm up, reacting to the friction.
"See... you like it too, right, Hyeonju?"
She was feeling it, taken by my cock.
My lips twisted into a distorted, sinister smile.
My racing heart calmed, replaced by a surge of joy.
So it's fine to love her roughly, just like he did.
That was the conclusion my lust-soaked brain reached.
My hips began to move on their own.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Hngh?! Kgh, ah...?! Hngh...!"
I slammed down with enough force to make the bed creak and shake.
My wife trembled, letting out pained groans beneath me, but I had no reason left to notice.
I only focused on the ecstasy and pleasure of my cock, driving into her like a beast.
The vanity mirror in the corner of the bedroom reflected the couple making love.
In the mirror, fogged over with moisture and heat, stood a single male with a twisted smile on his face.