Chapter 3 — A Married Woman - Part 1 (3)

"So beautiful. Your body has such exquisite curves—it's hard to believe you're a married woman."

He murmured the words like a groan, his eyes raking over her naked form. She felt intoxicated by his gaze.

He slid her arms out of her nightgown sleeves until she was completely bare. His face slowly moved toward her chest, then gently took one nipple into his mouth. An electric current surged through her body, sending tingling waves to the hidden bud nestled between her legs.

Each time her clit throbbed, she could feel honeyed warmth welling up inside her.

He pinched one nipple between his fingers, caressing it tenderly, then shifted to the other, teasing it with the same slow, deliberate touch. She no longer cared about preserving the shape of her breasts.

After a while, the hand that had been playing with her nipples began to trail downward, toward the center of her body.

Pulling her close, he kissed the nape of her neck lightly as one hand reached down and began exploring her most intimate place.

"Ah!"

She gasped, arching her back like a bow. The sensation of his fingers touching that sensitive spot sent sharp, shivering pulses racing through her.

This was something entirely new to her.

Her husband, James Park, during their four years together, had never touched her so gently. But this man didn't stop—he kept stroking, relentless.

With every movement of his fingers, her lower body twitched sharply in response. She clenched her teeth, enduring the strange, overwhelming sensations flooding through her.

"Have you never done this before?"

He suddenly asked the question.

She had experienced masturbation—lately, she often used it to soothe her own burning desires—but she was too embarrassed to admit it.

"Why ask such silly things? It's embarrassing."

"What's embarrassing about it? Studies say most women do it."

Though she'd felt arousal from touching herself, being caressed by a man's hand—especially one that wasn't her husband's—was shockingly intense.

"You have a very sensitive body," he said softly, continuing to stroke slowly from the tip of her core outward, circling the edges with maddening care.

Her entire body stiffened. Without realizing it, her lips parted slightly as she began breathing heavily.

Abandoning herself completely to his touch, she wandered through a wordless world of deep, pulsing pleasure.

She had no sense of how long the foreplay lasted. Time had vanished from her awareness. Then, suddenly, a new wave of sensation erupted within her.

Every part of her body reacted vividly, sharply—trembling, boiling. Her muscles convulsed, lifting her hips off the bed. For a moment, she thrashed wildly, like someone possessed, before collapsing, utterly spent.

Only her lips moved, releasing ragged breaths. He looked down at her closed eyes and finally stilled his fingers.

"You liked that, didn't you?"

She could only nod. He had made it clear—she had to answer.

"You definitely just had an orgasm."

"I think so… I'm not sure."

"Then let me make you feel good again!"

With those words, he shifted his upper body down toward her lower abdomen. His lips traced downward from her navel, then finally disappeared into the soft curls between her legs.

Unconsciously, she spread her thighs, anticipating oral pleasure.

His mouth hesitated above her mound, then stopped. Instead of diving in, he veered sideways, trailing kisses along her inner thigh—teasing her, making her impatient.

Then, at last, he reached the slick, swollen core of her. His tongue flicked into her wetness, brushing deep inside her folds, then gently, deliberately, licked across the sensitive ridge of her clit.

Pleasure flared through her body once more.

"Aaah! Aaahn!"

Unable to hold back any longer, she cried out in pure bliss. Overwhelmed, she sobbed aloud, feeling as if her entire body were melting away.

Her mind went blank. She was engulfed in a euphoria unlike anything she'd ever known.

He continued licking her for a long time, bringing her to the edge of consciousness with his skillful tongue.

Meanwhile, his free hand occasionally brushed her nipples, lightly tickling them, or gripped her ass, or stroked the soft inner flesh of her thighs.

Squirming under his expert touch, she moaned in ecstasy. This was already her third climax.

Even as she screamed in pleasure, he—unlike her husband—didn't rush to thrust himself inside her.

When she finally thought he was entering her, she realized it was only his finger. Not his cock. Not yet.

Though she had begged for prolonged teasing, she now desperately craved the fullness of his hard length piercing her.

Without the weight of a man's body filling the emptiness inside her, she felt she might go mad. Her awakened body was greedy, insatiable.

The moment she felt his heavy, hot body pressing into that void—completely filling her—her head spun, the back of her skull going numb as her body lifted, floating.

Weightlessness consumed her. Frantically, she clung to him, trying to anchor her drifting form against his solid flesh.

At the same time, a sweeter, deeper pleasure than any before surged from within, overflowing through every nerve.

"Aaahn… Nngh… Hah, hah… Oh yes, I'm dying… I can't take it…!"

She climaxed again.

"Thank you…"

She whispered the words softly, savoring the lingering waves of pleasure. It slipped out unconsciously. At that very moment, she felt his hot liquid erupt deep inside her.

The scorching heat amplified her pleasure even further. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her—twice, three times.

"Aaahn… Aaahn…"

Her own cries sounded foreign, as if another woman were screaming. She felt as though the pleasure would never end.

Only after four powerful orgasms did exhaustion finally pull her under. She fell asleep instantly. She didn't even notice when he quietly slipped off her body.

After some time, she woke to the smell of cigarette smoke. He was lying on his stomach, smoking. One hand still lazily caressed her breast.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yes."

"But… do you say that to your husband when you're with him?"

"What did I say?"

"You said 'thank you.'"

"Really? I don't remember… I don't know what I said."

Apparently, overwhelmed by the pleasure he'd given her, gratitude had escaped her lips without thought.

"To actually say 'thank you'… You're so damn cute I want to bite you and devour you whole!"

"Just one 'thank you' and you're satisfied? This time, let me return the favor."

With those words, she reached toward his groin. Gently, she wrapped her fingers around him, then lightly teased the tip of his shaft with his fingertips.

His cock slowly stirred back to life.

Holding him in one hand, she brought her mouth close. She took the head into her mouth, then used her tongue to lick and suck along his shaft and swelling crown. Soon, she began sliding him deep into her throat, pulling back and forth in steady rhythm.

"Ah… Hah… Ngh… Feels so good?"

Even as he spoke, his hands stayed busy—one fondling her breast, the other reaching down to stroke the soft petals and valley between her legs, where her juices had pooled and begun trickling down her inner thighs.

She could feel herself getting wet again. Her movements grew more fervent.

Pleasure radiated from his cock up through his spine, spreading through his entire body.

For a fleeting moment, he thought oral sex felt even better than vaginal. Then, finally, the long-held climax arrived.

"I'm going to come—in your mouth. Is that okay?"

Instead of answering, she nodded. With his cock in her mouth, she couldn't speak.

As she gently massaged his balls, a new, sharper sensation overwhelmed him—and he came, flooding her mouth with thick cum.

"Ugh… Ahh… So good… So damn satisfying!"

Then, she swallowed every drop, as if his semen were sweet honey.

"Thank you."

This time, he said it—to her. His wife always gagged and made a scene whenever he came in her mouth.

But this woman? She drank it all down without flinching.

She, in turn, felt a sudden surge of affection for the man who had shown her such intense pleasure. And he, seeing her swallow his seed so willingly, found her unbearably adorable.

"Are you hungry? Should we order something?"

"I am a little hungry. Let's eat something."

"There's a tail soup place nearby. Want me to order it?"

"Yes, please. That sounds perfect."

They ate the delivered tail soup together, wearing only their thin robes. The clock now read 6 p.m.

After finishing their meal, they lay side by side on the bed once more.

"How about we keep touching each other for a bit… then you leave in about an hour?"

"I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

Truthfully, neither wanted to part. They wished they could stay together all day.

"We should meet like this more often."

"Yes. Just tell me when—I'll make time."

As they talked, they caressed every inch of each other's bodies. They embraced, rolled across the bed together. Without realizing it, their bodies joined once more.

His cock found its rightful home.

"Just lie back. I'll ride you."

"Fine by me. Then I won't have to do any work!"

She straddled him, beginning a slow up-and-down motion with her hips. He stretched his legs out, focusing intently—his only movement was using both hands to lightly tease her plump, firm breasts.

Gradually, her hip movements grew faster, driven by rising pleasure nearing climax.

His own arousal surged toward explosion. Then, suddenly, she collapsed onto his chest. Ecstasy had struck.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she writhed as she reached the peak.

"I came again… So good… So satisfying… Aaahn… Nngh… Ugh… Aaahn!"

"Hah… Hah… Haaah… Haaaaah!"

Both tensed violently, then went limp.

Still joined, they lay piled atop each other, catching their breath. Their connected flesh continued to twitch with tiny, lingering aftershocks.

Eventually, their bodies separated. He smiled contentedly, pressing his lips to hers, sucking gently as if savoring her cuteness.

"I still can't get over you saying 'thank you.'"

"I really was grateful—that's why it slipped out."

"I've been married four years, and my wife's never said that. Even when I ask, she responds coldly. She's never initiated anything like this herself."

"And you don't do these things for her?"

"Who does all that for their wife? I rub her a little, then quickly mount her and finish fast."

"That's why she doesn't say thank you. If you treated her the way you treat me, she'd definitely say it."

"But who goes that far for their wife?"

"Anyway… how long were we joined just now?"

"About twenty minutes… No, maybe thirty."

<So her husband calling her a 'legendary lover' was a lie. He must be premature—that's why he says that.>

She bit her lip, thinking. To punish her cowardly husband, she decided she wouldn't end the affair after just one time.

Or rather—more honestly—because she didn't want to lose David Manager, the man who had given her such physical joy.

They left the hotel looking deeply satisfied.

"Did you smoke?"

Her husband asked as he reached for her body.

From the moment he crawled under the covers, she had been terrified he might somehow sense her infidelity.

She was thoroughly exhausted, her body languid with satisfaction, and didn't want to accept him—but feared refusal would arouse suspicion, so she gave in.

"I met a part-time coworker for tea this afternoon. I snatched her cigarette and jokingly took a puff."

She lied instantly.

"Better not smoke. It's bad for the baby."

Her husband said seriously, then stripped her naked as usual, gazing at her bare body.

Her skin still hummed with the lazy, blissful afterglow of her first true ecstasy.

She didn't want to offer this body to her husband. But weekend-night sex had become routine, so she couldn't refuse.

He took one of her nipples into his mouth.

"I smell smoke here too."

He pulled back, then stared into her eyes. She flinched.

David Manager had lavished her nipples with kisses—his cigarette scent must have soaked into them.

Her heart pounded violently, suffocatingly fast.

Should she confess everything and face the consequences? Or deny it until there was undeniable proof?

Trapped in this decisive moment, instinctively, she chose denial.

"The small café was filled with smoke. My blouse and skirt probably absorbed the smell… Maybe it transferred to my skin through my clothes."

Her husband said nothing. He trailed his tongue from her abdomen to her side, then returned to her nipple.

"I don't smell it anywhere else. Only here. As if you let some smoking man suck your nipple."

He said this, then carefully licked other parts of her body. Under his thorough oral attention, she felt a sweetness unlike anything before. He had never taken such loving care of her entire body.

"Aaah!"

Boldly, she spread her legs and lifted her hips.

"You're different tonight. Like you practiced sex with another man."

He glared at her with jealous eyes.

"How can you say that? I'm innocent. Nothing happened. You're the one acting strange tonight."

She twisted her body, breathing roughly. Her hands instinctively grabbed her own breasts, her hips lifting toward him as if begging.

Suspicious, he continued probing her body with hands and lips, refusing to enter her easily.

She grew impatient. This was new to her. Finally unable to endure it, she reached out her arms.

"Come on—come inside me now."

He sniffed at her core, licked it briefly, tilted his head in confusion—then finally pushed his cock inside. At last, their bodies became one.

She immediately began floating upward, drifting into bliss. Her entire body soaked in pleasure, unaware even of his weight.

Hot waves of ecstasy pulsed through her center.

"Aaahn!"

She cried out loudly, clinging to her husband—experiencing euphoria with him for the first time.

The fierce energy of a man's passion set her body ablaze, and she kept coming.

Just as one wave of pleasure crested, another—and another—washed over her in rapid succession.

Bliss and pleasant fatigue drained every ounce of strength from her. She stretched out limply, limbs loose.

Yet, even as she lay there, she thought of David Manager—and resolved that next time, she'd make him quit smoking.

They had agreed to meet every Saturday while her husband was at work. Returning home with cigarette scent on her nipples had been a mistake.

By now, they had met four times—purely physical affairs. This would be their fifth.

When she told him she'd nearly been caught because of the smoke, David Manager quit smoking completely. It was an incredible decision.

Or perhaps more honestly: he had become utterly captivated by her body.

After quitting, his stamina seemed stronger. Now, each time they met, he made sure to bring her to climax twice.

While he reached two peaks, she often had three, four—or even six.

With each encounter, David Manager became more entranced by her flesh. On nights after being with him, her husband's touch felt like agony.

Still, fearing discovery, she obediently submitted. Partly, she also wanted to test whether he suspected anything.

"Tonight, I'll make you pass out. Be ready."

"Try it. Don't just make me faint—kill me. Dying in pleasure… what a happy way to go."

In a hotel room overlooking Soyang Lake, they shared their bodies. They had traveled all the way to Chuncheon.

Naked, they pleasured each other in the 69 position, mouths feasting on each other's cores.

The freedom of being outside Seoul heightened their excitement. Her love juice flowed more abundantly than ever, soaking even the area around her anus, eventually staining the sheets with a map of their passion.

Her mouth, wrapped around his cock, suddenly intensified its piston-like motion.

"Aaah! Stop… Don't move so hard—be gentle… Yes, like that."

Instead of thrusting, she enveloped his shaft with her tongue, swirling it tightly. She even prodded the slit at the tip with a pointed tongue.

"Aaah… I'm about to come. Can I do it in your mouth?"

"Mmm… Mmm…"

She moaned—whether in consent or pure sensation, she couldn't tell—continuing to work her mouth and tongue. He did the same.

He curled his tongue into a tight circle, mimicking penetration, plunging it into her pussy. At last, climax seized them both.

As he flooded her mouth with hot cum, lost in euphoria, her own pussy gushed a stream of love juice deep into his throat.

He'd heard stories about women like her—but this was his first time experiencing it.

It tasted slightly salty. He swallowed every drop. Perhaps it was repayment for her swallowing his seed.

She gripped his cock with both hands, licking up every trace of spilled cum from his shaft.

In turn, he licked her Venus mound, her petals, her clit—cleaning her as if bathing her in worship.

When his tongue touched her clit again, she shivered, alive once more.

"Now—do it for real. Hurry. I'm about to come again!"

She said this, then applied lotion and massaged his cock until it stood firm.

Though he'd already come once, he was ready again. He climbed onto her belly and plunged into her waiting, glistening entrance—red and open like a pomegranate.

The moment he entered, she spiraled once more into ecstasy.

End.