Chapter 2 — A Married Woman - Part 1 (2)

The day she had longed for—finally here.

After sending her husband off to work, Sarah stood on the threshold of this moment she'd craved so desperately. Yet now that it had arrived, anticipation twisted into a quiet, creeping tension.

It wasn't just about returning to work. It was the fact that she—a woman born without even a sliver of luck—had never, not once in her life, been touched by any man other than her husband. Not even a wrist held in passing.

And now, the thought of something foreign—something beyond form or reason—entering her pussy sent waves of fear crashing through her.

"Good morning, Director."

"Oh! Isn't that Sarah?"

"No, it's Ji-hye. How've you been, little girl?"

"Oh… I'm not Sarah?"

"Wow~~ Look at you now. All grown into a mature woman. Hahaha~~~"

"Oh, Director Min, you're too much. You still only see Sarah, don't you? hahaha"

"Well, can you blame me? Kkarrrr~~~"

"You men are something else~~"

In that moment, she felt like a fool—like an idiot who had wasted four long years cooped up at home, rotting away.

Though her hands had gone soft from disuse, this was still a company she knew well. Everything felt familiar. Many of the bachelors from back then were still single, and few new faces had appeared. It felt like coming home—like a return to roots—and she couldn't help but feel a thrill.

She didn't rush things. She waited over a week.

Today was Friday. This weekend was her biweekly day off.

The classmates who returned to work alongside her? Fast movers. From what they told her, even after marriage, they'd kept up with online chat room meetups, blind dates, one-night stands, hunting, everything.

And not satisfied with that, some had already started eyeing the single male employees at the office.

The young bachelors seemed to know better than to mess with virgins—afraid of getting chained down or damaging their careers—so they treated virgin female employees with caution. But married women? No hesitation at all. Pussy and cock exchanged freely, casually, like snacks passed around an office.

Oh, of course, the young bachelors threw plenty of flirtations her way too—but she ignored them, turned away.

A bachelor? Even their household dog is harder to handle.

She needed someone seasoned. Someone like Director Min.

Deer. Female deer. To them, they seem gentle, cute herbivores. But there's a trait about female deer in heat—you wouldn't believe it.

Once aroused, their lust becomes overwhelming. Even during mating, they'll flirt with other stags.

Before leaving work, she went to see Director Min, who'd recently been promoted from deputy to full director and now had his own private space. Of course, she carried a vending machine coffee in hand.

"Oh... come in, Sarah."

Even before marriage, he'd always called her by name in private.

"Sit here. Don't just stand there like prey caught by a lion..."

"Um... Director..."

"Yeah?"

Director Min spoke in that low, smooth voice of his—slow, deliberate, precise. And just like that, her tongue froze. She couldn't utter a word.

"What is it? Some kind of trouble?"

"I... Director..."

"Yeah... Say anything. Just speak freely. Why so stiff, Sarah?"

"This awkward act—it's really just how I am, you know that."

"Having a rough time with your husband lately???"

".........."

"Hahaha. Tough times, huh. Yeah... tough times indeed..."

"Why are you so sure?"

"I don't know. A gut feeling?"

"Oh, Director, after dealing with employees all these years, you've turned into a fortune teller."

"Mm. So I was right."

"Where else could I say such things? I'd just suffer in silence, like a mute with a cold heart."

"...Sarah. Let's go out and talk. I just need to sign off on a few things."

"Ah!!!"

"Sarah. Let's leave together and grab a drink."

When Director Min turned back to his documents, his eyes—behind those frameless glasses—briefly swept over her entire body.

Young girls might call that creepy or gross. But her? An electric jolt shot through her spine, spreading across every nerve.

"Director. Do you know the morning coffee shop past the Sinlim intersection? I'll wait for you there."

"Yeah. Wait a bit. I'll come quickly."

He followed faster than she expected. Before the herbal tea even arrived, Director Min pulled up a chair and sat.

"Sarah."

"Yes, Director."

"We're not kids anymore. Let's be direct."

"...Yes."

"Do you have time tomorrow?"

Now that she thought about it, her husband was working this weekend.

"Yes."

"Then let's meet tomorrow."

"....."

"Of course, shower at home first. Hahaha."

"Haa!!! You're mean, Director."

"Yeah! Didn't you know I'm bad?"

"By the way… whatever happened to Miss Miso?"

Miso was her cohort—and everyone at the company knew she'd been Director Min's lover.

"Yeah… she got married."

"Wha!! Really?"

"Yeah. I even helped prepare part of her dowry. Microwave and kimchi fridge—that was it. Didn't want to look too involved. Wanted to give more, but others' eyes… you know how it is."

As he said this, just for a split second, Director Min lifted his gaze, lost in thought.

"Was it hard to let go?"

"At first, yes. But what could I do? I wasn't in a position to take full responsibility..."

"But… Sarah. Are you satisfied sexually?"

"......"

"?"

"My husband is my first, so I don't know…"

There it was again—her mouth betraying her, saying things completely against her will. Like a damn fool.

"Hmm. No point of comparison yet. Then after tomorrow, you can decide.^^"

"Director, you're bad~~~"

"Still so innocent, Sarah… still."

That's when it hit her. Only now did she wake up. It was precisely this passive, defensive nature that had left her a virgin until she ended up with that bastard husband.

"Director~~"

"Yeah? If you're not feeling it, you don't have to come tomorrow…"

"There's a condition… if I'm going to have sex with you."

"A condition? Negotiating? Haha. Go ahead."

"I'll do anything you say. No conditions. But…"

"But?"

"Please satisfy me as much as possible. I'm sorry… please."

"Haa!!! Ah~~ Hahaha!"

Only then did Director Min seem to relax. His face softened, calm returning, a wide smile spreading.

"Sarah!"

"Yes, Director."

"You know… I can finally say this now. Do you have any idea how badly I've wanted you?"

"Pfft! Really? You had Miso back then…"

"She threw herself at me. Who would refuse? Right?"

"I won't mention that woman again."

"Do you remember the year-end party the last year you worked?"

"....?"

"That night, when I drove you home… I'll confess honestly."

"W-was there something wrong?"

"No. Every time I shifted gears, your breasts brushed against me."

"Ah!!! Sorry, I was half-asleep."

"Anyway, see you tomorrow. I'm going crazy waiting. Can't do it today?"

"No… my husband…"

"By the way, did you bring your car?"

"No. My car's just for grocery runs. I prefer the subway. Anyway, whether it's the South Beltway or Gangbyeon-ro, nothing beats the subway from Sinlim."

"Then I'll drive you as far as Jamsil Sports Complex or Sintancheon Station."

"With traffic right now, it'll be jammed…"

"Then we'll take Gangbyeon-ro. After driving congested roads so long, I've picked up a few tricks. Haha."

"Then I'll owe you one, Director."

Director Min soon brought his car from the parking lot. She stayed seated in the café, nervous about being seen, until the moment his silver SM5 pulled up—then she tossed her large, plump ass onto the passenger seat beside him.

That day, she wore a gray-and-black striped two-piece suit. As she mentioned, she's quite tall for a woman, so when she slid in, her hips awkwardly scraped against the seat cushion—and her pussy rubbed against the thin fabric of the suit, grinding against the leather.

The blood that had settled quietly began to simmer.

Then the scent of Director Min's favorite air freshener tickled her nose, and a strange, restless energy built in her pussy, like something was stuck inside.

Director Min drove silently. When they reached the Han River, he turned the wheel toward the riverside park.

It was still afternoon, sunlight lingering, but the car's heavy tint made it feel like night.

"Sarah. Shall we kiss?"

"....."

Without waiting for her answer, Director Min leaned across the gearshift and kissed her.

For the first time in her life, she smelled cigarette breath. Her husband doesn't smoke.

Kissing a man whose scent subtly stung her nose—she felt the affair become real.

Two tongues, each just inches of fleshy muscle—why did his taste so sweet?

Why does kissing make the lips move… yet set the pussy on fire?

His tongue slipped between her slightly parted front teeth, flicking across her palate and gums in teasing circles. She thinks she came right then.

Floating between dream and reality—suddenly, she felt his hand glide over her lower abdomen.

A place no man except that bastard had ever touched.

Director Min didn't rush. Calmly, methodically, he began sliding his palm from her knee up her thigh, inching slowly toward her pussy.

"Mmm. Director. Not… not there… right away…"

"Yeah. Just stay still. Let me feel your pussy."

"Haa. D-don't say that."

"Why? I like saying 'pussy.'"

"T-to think someone as refined as you would use such words…"

"Try it yourself, Sarah. Pussy."

"Pu… no, I can't. Never said it before."

"Then start now."

"Pu… pussy…"

"Yeah. Good girl. So cute. I'll touch your pussy. Ah~~~Sarah. Your pussy already wet?"

"Ah. I don't know. I don't know. Director, you're… bad… haa… ah… ah… ahh ahh"

"Sarah. I'm losing my mind… your pussy is…"

As he spoke, he grabbed her hand and placed it firmly on top of his cock.

"Sarah. Touch me."

"D-director. Let's hold off… save it all for tomorrow… please… your cock… your cock…"

"It's not cock. It's jaji."

"Ah…"

Driven by animal instinct, she unzipped his pants, slipped her hand past his underwear, and gripped his cock.

Even just this partial skin contact—more intense than any sex with that bastard husband—sent electric shocks from head to toe. She could barely breathe.

"Sarah ~"

"Yes~"

"When we fuck, use vulgar language. Swear all you want."

"Yes. I'll do anything."

"You say it first."

"You first. Ah ah ~~ I'm going crazy."

"Sarah. Your pussy's dripping. Here—does this feel good? Does it? You slut."

"Ahheung ~~ Yes. Yes. Yes. You… bastard… ah… I can't… I can't…"

"You filthy whore. Show me properly before I rip your pussy open!!!"

She was shocked—at herself. When he insulted her, calling her a dirty whore, her arousal doubled. Now she was beyond control.

She didn't even care whether she was in a car or a bedroom.

Her husband avoided the word "sex" entirely—he'd say, "Let's make love." That's how he framed it.

Her—a clumsy virgin when she met him—being called a slut?

"Ah… ah… I'll just stick to polite speech. But please, Director… talk to me like that again… please… call me a slut… just once… again… once more… ah… ah…"

By now, Director Min had three fingers deep inside her slit, rubbing every angle of her vaginal walls.

"You filthy cunt. Your pussy's a total dog-pussy."

"Ah… y-yes… I'm… I'm a dog-pussy."

"You whore. No wonder it's so slick—carrying some rapist's cum inside."

"Ah…~~ I want you to see me lose my mind…"

"Ugh. Dirty bitch. I've touched countless whore pussies, but yours is the filthiest I've ever felt… bad girl~~"

"Ah… ah…"

She doesn't remember exactly how his hand was shaped, but suddenly his remaining thumb began lightly scratching her anus—like a prelude.

"D-director… t-there… it's… dirtier…"

"You fucking prostitute. I love dirty assholes. I love dirty pussies. You mutt."

"Ah… then do whatever you want, Director. I… I only knew my ass was for shitting…"

Director Min clearly had other plans—already exploring, redefining its uses.

She heard her own screams as if from another person, detached, echoing. She gripped the base of Director Min's cock.

Like ancient mothers clutching door handles while giving birth, she squeezed his cock until juice threatened to burst from it.

Somehow, his thumb had pushed into her anus, grinding slowly. For a split second, she thought she needed to run to the bathroom for a big dump.

The sensation was similar—but different. Hard to describe. A mix of pain, confusion.

Was her asshole becoming a pussy? Was her pussy turning into an asshole? Impossible to tell. A strange, indescribable pleasure pulsed through her.

She didn't know which fingers were where, but three were buried deep in her slit, curling like hooks.

His thumb plunged deeper into her rectum, gripping her insides, twisting, squeezing, scraping—ruthless, violent—yet somehow not enough.

"More~~~ More~~~ Moremore~~~ Aheung Aheung~~~"

"Fucking bitch—you're a total nympho….. Damn, lucky bitch. I'll sell you to a brothel, then let syphilitic bastards take turns on you.

A pussy needs gonorrhea to function properly~~~ Ah. Sarah. I can't hold it. I'm… I'm coming."

"Ah!!! Then c-can I… suck your cock?"

"Yeah… please… suck my cock with those pretty lips, Sarah…"

"Then tomorrow… you have to suck my pussy too."

"You filthy whore. Hurry. Suck my cock~~~ You worthless slut, hurry~~~"

Without waiting, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head toward his cock. No mercy. No hesitation.

The moment she opened her mouth, he shoved his cock straight in—deep, brutal—plunging past her throat until it hit the back wall.

"Ugh!!! Hic… hic"

"Stop whining. Lick every inch. You beast. Sarah. Uuu~~~ugh. Ever swallowed cum before?"

Instead of answering, she nodded, her mouth still full of his cock.

"Then you can swallow mine too?"

She pulled out slightly, holding the glans in one hand, looking up at him.

"If you insult me like before… I'll drink it. Ah."

"Oh~~~ Cute thing. Get ready to swallow my load~~ This slut. You're my chamber pot. My portable piss-pot."

"Ah. I'm a chamber pot. I'm a pot. Ah. I'm a slut. A prostitute. A whore."

She screamed inwardly, feeling the poison of desire infecting her deeper, writhing in ecstasy.

Unbelievable. How quickly these long-suppressed instincts erupted…

"Ah. I want to be a slut too."

"You bitch. Where've you been? Right now, customers are waiting—dicks in hand, lining up three deep.

If your pussy's not enough, take it in the ass or the shit-hole too. You whore. Ah. Ah. Ah.~~~ Coming. It's coming~~~"

His cry as he came was loud—like a scream of release. She sensed a shadow pass by, blocking light from one side, maybe someone peeking into the car. She didn't care.

Even in their apartment, alone with her husband, she'd always suppressed her voice, kept sex polite and quiet. Yet here, none of it felt strange.

A truth she never knew about herself—apparently, she has a deep slut streak. Maybe every woman does, just a little.

Anyway, thick, sticky fluid flooded her mouth. She wanted to pull away and look—but she held back. There's tomorrow, after all.

As much as she wanted to spit it out, she swallowed every drop of Director Min's release.

"Ah. Sarah. I thought I was dying. Not heart failure in a car, but death by blowjob—would've been a joke."

"Tomorrow… please insult me again."

"Oh. So Sarah finally knows what she likes. Will you go home and sleep with your husband tonight?"

"What should I do?"

"Honestly? I don't mind anything… except another man's cum in your pussy. That's the only thing I dislike. Though if it's inside you, I don't care what it is."

"I'll make sure my husband's cum doesn't stay in my… um… my pussy."

"How?"

"I can't outright refuse—that'd raise suspicion. I'll say I'm not feeling well. But if he insists… I'll handle it like today. With my mouth.

But seriously… how do I wait until tomorrow?.. Please keep your promise, Director Min."

Director Min exhaled a long, regretful stream of cigarette smoke.

"Huuuk~~~"