Chapter 1 — Confession of a Wife - The Second Man

"Sarah Kim. How are you feeling?"

"Much better."

"Going somewhere?"

Her landlord asked as he saw her preparing to leave for work.

"Yes. I'm fine now, so I'm heading out."

"Did you eat breakfast?"

"No. I'll grab something at the hospital."

"Oh! Perfect... I haven't eaten either. Let's eat together before we head out."

"No, it's fine. I'll just get something on the way."

"No, no. I need to eat too, and I'm heading toward Yangjae Station anyway. I'll give you a ride."

She had no choice but to agree.

"Then finish getting ready, Sarah Kim. I'll set the table."

"Okay... sorry," she said, retreating to her room to finish dressing, while the landlord went to the kitchen. A moment later, he called out.

"Sarah Kim, still not ready? Hurry up..."

"Okay... I'm coming."

When she headed toward the kitchen, he gestured for her to come into the bedroom instead. Only then did she notice—he had set the table not in the kitchen, but in the bedroom.

"Why? Why eat in the room instead of at the dining table?"

Even as she questioned it, she stepped inside. They sat and ate together. When the meal ended and she began to rise to clear the dishes, the landlord suddenly yanked her toward him.

"Ah—!"

She tumbled into his arms and he threw her onto the bed.

"Huh—!"

Before she could react, he was on top of her.

"Mi... Mi... Sarah Kim... I love you... Sarah Kim..."

His voice trembled as he whispered into her ear.

"What are you doing? Let go! Get off me!"

When she screamed, he slapped her across the face.

Slap—!

Her eyes widened in shock.

"Hmm... I lost myself for a moment."

He spoke with a bitter, twisted smile, as if tasting something foul. Then, seemingly regretful, he sat still and silent for a while.

Soon after, he began undressing her.

But this time, she didn't resist.

The truth was, she had never forgotten her first man.
Or rather, she had never forgotten the sex with him.

As he peeled off her clothes, he pressed his lips to hers and sucked gently. His tongue parted her lips and plunged deep inside. After a long moment, her mouth finally opened, accepting his tongue.

"Mmm... mmph... mm... mmm..."

She had made a choice—to follow instinct. Resistance wouldn't make him stop, she knew.
And more than that—since parting with her first lover, she had craved sex so badly that every night, she touched herself, thinking of him.

After a long kiss, she finally spoke.

"Daniel! Wait... just get off me for a second. I won't scream, I promise..."

He pulled away and sat up. She climbed off the bed, looked at him, and smiled faintly.

Then—!

She stripped off the rest of her clothes, the ones he had started to remove. She walked to the bathroom, washed her pussy thoroughly, and thought:

If I'm going to be taken anyway… I might as well enjoy it. No guilt. I'll be the one in control this time.

She made the vow again and again in her heart.

With her first lover, she had followed his lead.
This time, she would take charge.

She returned to him, carrying a damp towel.

"Daniel. Lie back."

He stared at her, bewildered.

"Come on, just lie down already," she urged.

He obeyed, still surprised by her sudden change.

As soon as he lay flat, she pulled down his pants and gripped his cock through his underwear.

"Hmm—!"

Then she slid his underwear down.

Instantly, she froze.

His cock was far larger than her first lover's—easily around twelve inches long.

Too big… I don't know if my pussy can take this…

She wiped his shaft clean with the wet cloth, then took it into her mouth.

Parting her lips, she slowly enveloped the dark, glistening head of his cock.

"Haa… deeper… haa… suck it deeper… haa…"

"Haa… mmmph…?… haa… zzz… huuup…?… haa… hah… too big… haa… mmph… haa…"

"Haa… deeper… deeeeeper… deeeep… haa… suck it deeper… haa…"

"Haa… mmmph…?… haa… zzz… huuup…?… haa… haa… zzz… haa…?… haa…"

His cock glistened with her saliva, sliding in and out of her lips. Waves of pleasure surged from the tip, spreading through his body.

"Haa… Daniel… haaang… so good… huuuk…"

"Haa… zzz… haa…?… haa…"

"Haa… stop… haa… lie down… haa…"

But she didn't stop.

Gagging, choking, she took his cock deep into her throat.

"Do… Do… Daniel! Come up here…"

When she lay beside him, he flipped into a 69 position and began sucking her pussy.

She kept sucking his cock…

"God… it's massive… haa… suck…?… uhh… uhhnn… mm… uh… mm… mm… hmm… uhhmm…"

She licked from the head of his cock down past his balls, all the way to his anus.

"Aa—ah! Hup! Uuung……"

Feeling his hot breath near her pussy, she instinctively arched her hips high.

He flicked her clitoris lightly with his tongue, then sucked her labia into his mouth.

A powerful jolt shot through her core, erupting from deep within.

"A… ahh… Mom…!"

Hearing her scream, he sucked even harder.

She couldn't think straight.

Now he slid a finger into her pussy, thrusting while his tongue continued its assault. After a while, he found her clitoris, licked it several times, then sucked it hard.

"Ahhhaa… aaaaaah… stop… ahh… I'm… I'm going to… die… ahh… ahh…"

She was on the verge of climax.
Her pussy gushed endlessly.

"A… hhh… I can't… Daniel… it's too good… ahh…"

An intense, overwhelming arousal flooded her body. Her pussy became a river.

"A… hhh… I can't… Daniel… it's too good… ahh…"

She was becoming a whore—completely lost.

Was it because she had decided to enjoy it?
Or was this her true nature all along?

Either way, she was swept into ecstasy.

He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, thrusting it deep into her pussy—
and she shrieked even louder.

Soon, she climaxed from his oral alone, drenching his face with her juices.

"A…! It's strange… hhh… my pussy is throbbing… ahh… hhh… let me… let me on top… please… ahh… ahh… Daniel…!"

She sobbed.

He responded by plunging his fingers back into her pussy, thrusting roughly.

"Haaang… Daniel… stop… I'll die… huuuk… please… stop… haaang… huuuhhh…"

After a while, he broke the 69 position, climbed on top of her, slid his legs between hers, and pressed his cock against her entrance.

Then, in one motion, he buried himself to the hilt.

Pffff—oooook!

Groaning at the sound of her wet pussy, he pounded into her with even greater force.

Her pussy gushed again, soaking his cock, her anus, and the sheets beneath them.

He fucked her harder and harder, racing toward his peak.

She finally reached climax.

Sensing his own end approaching, he suddenly increased his speed, thrusting wildly.

In that moment, she wrapped both legs around his waist, pulled him close with her arms, and bit down on his shoulder.

He drove his cock into her pussy with full force, burying every inch.

"Haa… I'm… coming… haa… shooting… haa… huuuhhh…"

Fucking her furiously, he emptied his load deep inside her pussy—just as she climaxed, squirting her own release.

The scent of night-blooming flowers filled the room.

He sat upright, trembling, squeezing out every last drop into her before slowly pulling out long after.

Her pussy gaped, drenched in cum and her own fluids—like porridge spilled across her opening.

Then, like a loving couple, they clung tightly to each other and fell asleep.

They didn't clean their pussy or cock.
The sex had been too intense, too raw.

This was her first time with the second man.
After that, they fucked for two years—in motels, at home, in cars, in karaoke rooms, video booths, and countless other hidden places.