The Naughty Wife Who Exposed Her Tits to Provoke Her Husband's Jealousy Must Be Punished with His 26cm Monster Cock [Second Outdoor Sex with Auntie Min-jung][2]
"Hmm? What is it? Why are you staring at me like that, Auntie?"
It was roughly around the time Geum Tae-yang had gotten into university and was taking a year off to work.
Having finally scored a rare day off, Tae-yang found himself sitting on the wooden platform out front of the landlord's house, sharing drinks with Kim Min-jung. They were chatting about this and that when he noticed her staring straight at him and asked her why.
"Hmm..."
Kim Min-jung didn't answer right away. She just kept looking at him. From the expression on her face, Tae-yang had every reason to react the way he did.
Back then, the look in the next-door auntie's eyes whenever she watched Geum Tae-yang had always been full of fond pride. He had taken good care of her daughter, Park A-young. Even coming from a household that was far from well-off, he had never gone crooked. Instead he had studied hard enough to get into a prestigious university. So to forty-one-year-old Kim Min-jung, twenty-year-old Geum Tae-yang had been nothing short of admirable.
But the look in her eyes as she gazed at him in that moment was something else entirely — something dissatisfied. That was why Tae-yang had tilted his head and asked.
"Since it's you and me, Tae-yang, I'll just be honest."
Then, as if she had made up her mind about something, Kim Min-jung finally spoke.
"Don't try to carry everything by yourself, Tae-yang. You're only twenty."
Young as he was, Geum Tae-yang hadn't been working mere part-time gigs — he had been grinding almost without a single day off. Watching that for months on end, Kim Min-jung hadn't been able to suppress her pity. And the true root of that pity was the state of his heart: a boy who had never gotten to enjoy his childhood, forced to grow up far too soon.
"Haha! Twenty means I'm an adult, Auntie. So I've got to take care of myself. I won't say I'm not tired, but my heart feels light."
Scratch...! Scratch...! Scratch...!
Realizing that the next-door auntie he loved was deeply worried about him working himself to the bone, Tae-yang felt a twinge of guilt. He scratched his head as he answered, speaking with a sense of responsibility and clarity that didn't match his age at all.
"...."
Seeing that, Kim Min-jung could no longer bring herself to lecture him. Or more precisely — she still had things she wanted to say, but found she couldn't say them.
You're still so young, Tae-yang... This is the age when you should be asking for more, throwing tantrums, acting spoiled...
His mature composure hadn't sat well with her at all. Because that steadiness of his hadn't been forged by a childhood fully lived — it had been formed by pressing down and enduring everything he should have been free to feel.
If I were Tae-yang's real family... I could take more of the weight off his shoulders...
If she had been his mother, or even his older sister, she would have kept talking, kept pushing. But in the end, Kim Min-jung was only the next-door auntie — a stranger, really. That day, she had felt the limits of that distance all too clearly.
This woman has sex with me every single day...!!! She's the woman I share love with...!! So it's okay if I get filthy and clingy and throw tantrums, right??? It's okay, right????
A family with not a single drop of shared blood — that is exactly what a married couple is. By becoming husband and wife, Kim Min-jung had shattered that old limit. And as a result, her husband Geum Tae-yang had begun to crawl free of the cocoon of compulsion that had once been labeled "model young man" — free to spend the clinginess and the tantrums he had never been allowed to fully satisfy as a child.
"Hnnngh...! You wicked little wife of mine...! That's right... It's because my wife won't listen to me... I haven't done anything wrong... The only thing I'm guilty of is loving my wife so much it drives me insane... Hnnngh!"
Geum Tae-yang had finally spoken the voice of his heart out loud. At last he had broken free of the cocoon and become a butterfly. Without hesitation, he had stepped into the vast ocean of his mama. In that sea, anything was allowed. He could throw tantrums. He could enjoy the most ridiculous nonsense. He could finally have every last thing he had been starved of. It was, in every sense, a sea of healing.
And so Tae-yang pinned every selfish thought surging up from inside him squarely on Kim Min-jung.
"Haaahhh...! That's right...! It's your wife's fault...! So our husband must never, ever blame himself... Okay...? This wife will take it all... Hnnngh...!"
Fondle...! Fondle...! Squeeze...! Squeeze...! Fondle...!
Ever since his mother Seo Ye-jin had left them, Kim Min-jung had wished more than anything that Tae-yang would show her — and only her — the childish side of himself. And in this very moment, that wish was coming true. Her husband, spouting complete nonsense, demanding that his wife absorb every last one of his complaints — Kim Min-jung, the woman he loved not with reason but with feeling, not with his cock but with his heart, was drowning in the sheer joy of it.
So she not only encouraged the courage he had finally shown her, but even in that embarrassingly spread-legged position, she let her mama's hands roam freely over her husband's body, touching him everywhere.
"You naughty wife of mine... But so insanely lovable... So my first wife is going to have to be punished by this husband of hers... With a club this huge and this hard...! Hnnngh!"
Thud...!
Geum Tae-yang, the husband who listened so well to his wife, now freer than ever, spread his wings as a full-fledged spoiled child. Face buried deep in the comfort of Kim Min-jung's embrace, he gripped her thigh with his left hand. He was preparing to thrust. A wicked wife deserved to be punished. And the switch for that punishment was love itself — her husband's cock.
"How about my cock... Isn't it magnificent...? Something this good should be more than enough to satisfy a wife with a body this incredible, right...?"
Throb...! Throb...! Throb...!
Geum Tae-yang was putting on every kind of spoiled brat performance imaginable. Left hand on his wife's thigh, right hand wrapped around his own cock, he kept clenching his perineum, making his fully erect shaft bounce and bob so he could show off his husband's club to her.
"It's sooo thick and...! Haaahhh...! And it's so pretty...! Hnnngh...!"
What a wonderfully reactive female Kim Min-jung was. Even that filthy display of his, Tae-yang accepted with pure, overflowing happiness.
"Hahaha! Good! Then I'd better put it in right away! The goblin club that brings joy to my big wife!!!! Hnnngh!!!"
—Shluuuuuuuuuuuuck...!!!!!♥
The soaring pride of a male, and the clinginess of a spoiled child who had finally been held and filled — with every last happiness she had given him, Geum Tae-yang wanted nothing more than to love the wife who had given it all to him. And so, under the thin pretense of "insertion," he drove his massive erect cock straight into her like a pile driver.
"Hnnngh!! Kuhhh!!!"
Squelch...! Squelch...!
A pussy he had been burying himself in day after day. Roughly three hundred times he had fucked this pussy. Hell, just last night he had shoved his massive cock into Kim Min-jung's cunt and pounded her senseless. Frankly speaking, it wouldn't have been strange if he had gotten bored of it by now. And yet even after thrusting into her again after only half a day, Tae-yang roared like a beast. He arched his head and spine like a drawn bow, writhing in pure catharsis.
Hnnngh...!!! This woman is mine... She's mine!!! She's a woman only I get to taste now!!! Like this!! Like this, I'm feeling this incredible woman's pussy right now!!!
Twitch...! Twitch...! Writhe...! Twitch...!
That was only possible because Kim Min-jung was such an overwhelming alpha female. One could talk about the sheer physical staying power of the pleasure her body delivered — but what was truly greater was the psychology of it: the fear that someone else might try to take her. When another person shows intense interest in something you own, that ownership only deepens into obsession.
Even though he had been a zombie, Geum Tae-yang had felt that raw possessiveness when Kim Min-jung had half-exposed her breasts to Sung Gap-yong — and that possessiveness was now forging this enormous pleasure. Tae-yang had seized a brand-new pleasure code: obsession.
"Hnnngh!! Haaahhh!! Hnnngh!!!"
—Squeeze!! Clamp!!
The moment she took Tae-yang's cock, Kim Min-jung had already wrapped her long legs around his waist. In that position, she moaned like a complete slut, forgetting for a stretch the image of the demure woman she usually was.
Hnnngh...!!! It feels so good...! Seeing Tae-yang jealous like this is going to drive me insane... I want to bite that sulky little face he makes when he's obsessed with me...! Hngh..! Haaahhh...!!
That thrust just now was really...! Hnnngh...! I mean it was really...! Hngh..! Hnnngh!
Kim Min-jung had felt it with absolute clarity. The moment he entered her, Tae-yang's cock had been laced with rage. Every ounce of rising obsession and possessiveness — and even that cowardly urge to blame her — had been loaded into that single thrust. And because Kim Min-jung felt every last thing that belonged to Geum Tae-yang down to the finest hair on his body, of course she recognized how special that penetration had been.
A woman who had hungered for the attention of the male she loved to madness — for her, this communion was practically an orgasm in itself. That was why she was already clamping her legs so tightly around his waist.
"Haaahhh...! Hnnngh...! I love it...! I love it so much when my husband gets obsessed with me...! Min-jung is so happy...! Hnnngh...!"
Rock...! Rock...! Bounce...! Bounce...! Rock...!
Squelch...! Squish...! Schlick...! Schlick...! Squelch...!
On the bed, at least, Auntie Kim Min-jung was an aggressive woman. She immediately began savoring the taste of her husband's cock. With her legs still wrapped around his waist, she gently rolled her hips, and the junction where that massive meat-club met her soaked clam-hole screamed out in pure obscenity.
"Hnnngh...! Hnnngh...! Kuhhh...!"
Knead...! Knead...! Fondle...! Knead...!
Tae-yang still had his head thrown back toward the ceiling, eyes half-closed as he moaned. At the same time both his hands were kneading Kim Min-jung's plump, lewd ass as it floated in the air. The pleasure crashing over him was so immense he was fighting to hold back his climax.
"Hnnngh...! How is it...! Does my cock taste good, Auntie...? Do you like it...? Hnnngh...!"
At last Tae-yang signaled that the urge to cum had subsided enough. The proof was unmistakable — his mouth had started running again without restraint.
"Haaahhh...! I love my husband's cock so much...! It tastes so good...! It feels like it was made to fit Min-jung's pussy perfectly...! Hnnngh...!"
Flush...!
Squelch...! Squish...! Schlick...! Squish...! Squish...! Squelch...!
Born with the temperament of a demure woman, Kim Min-jung still couldn't quite get used to Tae-yang's filthy mouth. But even that she wrapped up and held in love. Her face burned red with embarrassment — and still she forced out the words she knew would make him happy.