Chapter 2 — A Married Woman and... Daytime Sex - Part 1 (2)

We’d spoken on the phone two or three times since that first meeting, arranging another date. I don’t remember the day, but eventually we met again—this time heading straight outdoors.

“Where to?”
(Well well… she’s using casual speech with me now…)

“I’m feeling suffocated. Let’s go out for some fresh air.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”

She seemed to enjoy the drive, just like me. As I drove, my mind raced, plotting routes and possibilities.

It was around noon—earlier than I expected. Passing Bearstown, we headed toward Pocheon, then pulled over at a restaurant I’d visited a few times before.

It was obvious why a man and woman like us would show up at such a place in broad daylight. The owner probably thought exactly what you’d imagine.

We ate lunch and had two beers. I don’t drink much, so my face flushed quickly.

“Oh no… you have to drive, and you’re drinking?”
“It’s just two beers. I’ll be fine.”

But my face was already red.

After paying, as I drove off, I spotted a motel I’d once visited with friends. Without a word, I pulled over to the side of the road.

“Why are we stopping?”
“Hmm… my face is still flushed. There’s a checkpoint up ahead…”

There was a checkpoint between Pocheon and Il-dong. Heh heh… Whether you know it or not, you get fooled the same way on days like this—when men and women meet for sex.

“What should we do?”
“Let’s wait until it dies down.”

No sooner had I spoken than I turned the car toward the motel and parked.

“Why are we here?”
“Just for a little while.”

I didn’t really answer, just popped the trunk and pulled out a shopping bag.

“What’s that?”
“You’ll see later.”

We checked in and went up to the room. I took a breath—there it was, that unique motel smell… How long had it been since I’d last smelled it?

“I’m full, so I’m sleepy. I’ll take a short nap… Wake me in thirty minutes.”
“Okay… sure.”

I lay down on the bed, and she sat down beside me. After about a minute, I sat up.

“What’s wrong?”
“My pants will wrinkle.”

I casually took off my dress pants.

She didn’t seem surprised or repulsed watching me undress.

Now’s my chance.

I took off my shirt too. Soon, I was lying there in just my underwear. I never wore an undershirt.

“If you’re bored, watch this.”
“Watch what?”

I pulled a videotape from the shopping bag.

Of course—it was porn.

I popped it in, then lay back on the bed, eyes closed, pretending to rest. The tape was already halfway in, showing a man and woman in the middle of sex.

“Oh…”

She gasped softly.

“Never seen one before? Why so surprised?”
I answered casually.
“It’s not that…”

She trailed off.

On the TV, the couple was moaning, grunting, lost in pleasure.

I cracked my eyes open. She was completely absorbed in the screen.

“Take off your skirt and sit… It’ll wrinkle.”
“What?”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry. Come on…”

I spoke calmly, without pressure. After a hesitation, she took off her skirt. (Ugh… damn, that black stocking…)

For some reason, black stockings turned me on. Maybe it was the contrast—the white panties beneath looked even sexier.

I gently pulled her toward me, and she yielded without resistance.

Soon, she was lying beside me. Neither of us said a word.

I softly stroked her thigh. She stayed still. When I moved my hand higher, toward the space between her legs, she grabbed my wrist.

“Don’t.”
“I won’t do anything. You don’t trust me?”
“Really?”

I started rubbing her genitals through her clothes. I could feel the heat radiating from her.

As my hand moved, her body began to twitch. A soft moan slipped from her lips.

“Mmm… nn…”

My cock began to swell. I took her hand and placed it on my erection.

Without hesitation, she gripped my penis and started stroking.

“Haa… ah… I’m going crazy.”

Looking back, she was incredibly sensitive. Just touching her made her moan.

I caressed her through her stockings, then tried to slide my hand under her panties. She resisted.

Oh? Let’s see how long you can hold out…

I kept rubbing her. Her breathing grew ragged. She kept whispering, “I’m dying… I’m dying…”

“Ah… stop… I can’t take it… Don’t…”

“If you can’t take it, then don’t.”

“Ah… stop… I can’t take it…”

She wouldn’t let me touch her under her panties, but she screamed like she couldn’t hold back.

Please… don’t hold back… Don’t kill the mood… I thought to myself. Then I gently slipped a finger into her slit.

Even through the stockings, she was extremely sensitive.

“Ah… I can’t take it…”

No sooner had she cried out than she suddenly pulled my underwear down, grabbed my hard cock, and lowered her body.

Before I could react, she was on her knees, pulling me toward her face—and took my cock deep into her mouth.

“Huh…!”

The warmth spreading from my glans…

She sucked me hard, licking the head with her tongue, bobbing up and down. For the first time, I truly understood what it meant when people said women “suck cock.”

“Uuugh… uh… ugh…”

Her tongue moved fiercely. The reality hit me—this married woman, sucking another man’s cock in a motel in broad daylight—and my body began to tremble.

“Huh… huh… ugh…”

Pleasure poured from my lips, answered by the wet sounds of her sucking.

I couldn’t hold back much longer. I didn’t know what to do. Should I cum in her mouth? Should I stop this?

I had no choice but to test her intentions.

“Ugh… I’m gonna cum… hah… ugh… I’m gonna cum…”

She didn’t answer. She just kept sucking—harder, without pause.

Screw it.

My cock began pulsing in her mouth.

I signaled with my body that I was about to cum—and then flooded her mouth with hot semen.

“Uuugh…”

When my cum hit her mouth, she stopped sucking, just held my cock in her lips, motionless.

I let myself enjoy it—every last drop emptied into her mouth, the pleasure washing over me.

I opened my eyes slightly. She kept my cock in her mouth for a moment, then stood and walked to the bathroom.

“Phew…”

The pleasure faded, my strength drained. I exhaled deeply. Soon, she came back and lay down beside me.

“I told you not to make me crazy.”
“What? You’re the one who did it.”

I smiled, then reached over and stroked her genitals again, right through the stockings. Her body responded instantly.

“Ah… stop… nn…”

She writhed beside me.

“You showered already?”
“What?”

She hesitated, then walked back into the bathroom. A moment later, the shower turned on.

I took off my underwear and lay naked on the bed.

When she came out, she was dressed exactly as before.

I sat up beside her and reached to undress her. Without a word, she started undressing herself.

By then, my cock was slowly rising again.

I lay her down beside me and touched her breasts—small, with little firmness, slightly deflated.

I moved down past her stomach to her genitals. Thick pubic hair met my fingers.

Her body was thin, and her hip bones jutted out sharply.

I moved lower, touching the slit between her legs.

(Huh… So this is a married woman’s pussy.)

Of course, virgins and married women have the same parts—but the fact that she was married kept turning me on. I couldn’t help it.

I ran my fingers from top to bottom along her slit. It was slick and hot—already soaked.

“Ah…”

She moaned. Looking back, her moans were so real, so raw, they turned me on even more. I wanted to see, not just touch.

What does a married woman’s pussy look like?

I lowered my body, spread her legs with both hands, and gently opened her.

She didn’t resist or stop me.

Her pussy was average in size, but noticeably dark in color—maybe from having sex often, or from childbirth. Either way, it was dark.

I used my fingers to open her wider, then brought my mouth to her. I’ve always loved oral sex—especially sucking a woman’s pussy.

She’d just showered, but there was still a faint sour smell. Not every woman smells the same.

I pushed my tongue inside and licked. It tasted slightly salty.

The sour smell and salty taste weren’t perfect, but what could I do? In this moment…

I licked deep inside her, rubbed her clitoris with my fingers. She writhed like she was dying.

Her moans were art. High-pitched, breathless—driving my tongue faster.

I licked her from bottom to top, pushed my tongue into her vagina, gently bit her clitoris…

But no matter how hard I try to remember now, I can’t recall what her clitoris looked like. I must’ve been too excited at the time.

Soon, I climbed on top of her, spread her legs, and brought my cock to her entrance.

Hmm… this slippery liquid…

I rubbed the wetness from her pussy over my glans. At that moment, it felt even better than penetration.

She was already gone—twisting, moaning nonstop.

I’ve always enjoyed sex, but I don’t just go at it mindlessly. The woman has to be excited. If she’s not enjoying it, I’m not turned on. That’s why I’ve never liked prostitutes.

Now, fully aroused, I pushed my cock into her soaked pussy.

“Ah…”

The feeling of entering her was indescribable. Smooth, warm, tight. The warmth spreading from my glans…

What can I even say?

Once inside, I started moving my hips—slowly at first. More grinding than thrusting, rubbing our pubic bones together, stimulating her clitoris.

“Ah… nn…”

As the rhythm continued and her clitoris was stimulated, she wrapped her arms around me, her legs coiling around my thighs like an octopus.

Now her hips moved too, matching my pace.

For a married woman, her pussy wasn’t loose.

Most women loosen up shortly after penetration, the pressure on the glans noticeably dropping.

But she was tighter than expected for her age.

“Creak… squish… squish…”

I don’t know if those are the right onomatopoeia, but the soft sound of our pubic hair rubbing, and the sound of my glans sliding through her wetness, kept turning me on.

“Ugh… this man… really… aah!”

Was she surprised by my technique? She kept saying “this man,” rubbing her breasts against my chest, thrashing her limbs.

Unusually fast, my cock was reacting.

“Ugh… I’m gonna cum… ugh… Can I cum inside?”

“Ah… no… outside… outside…”

There’s nothing more frustrating than pulling out at the peak—but you have to respect the other person’s limits, at least somewhat.

I stopped my frantic thrusting, pulled out, and aimed at her chest.

She stared, panting, at my red, twitching glans in front of her eyes.

“Ugh…”

I stroked myself with my hand and shot hot cum onto her chest.

“Oh my…”

She cried out as the warm cum landed on her chest, then rubbed it with her hand. Ah… it’s over. Unlike the deep satisfaction of cumming inside, this felt hollow.

“How was it…? Good?”

“Hoho… Let’s be sex partners, okay?”

Not long ago, she acted like she’d never date someone younger, and now she’s suggesting we be sex partners. The hypocrisy of women…

But I had no intention of doing that. The age gap aside, her face had too many wrinkles—meeting during the day felt like a burden.

People would see right through us…

Her body too…

In the end, that one time was the last time with her. I’d keep looking—for someone I liked more.