Chapter 1 — Damn Year. Just Look at Me, Gold Frame

"David! I'm heading to Seoul tomorrow—mind if I stop by? Can we meet?"

"What time...?"

"Maybe around 6 p.m.?"

"Alright..."

For months now, we'd been talking about threesomes, swapping—ever since David Kim, a 37-year-old man curious about what kind of person I was, casually dropped by after work one day.

He showed me his penis—about 11 centimeters—and complained it was small, weak in erection, and prone to premature ejaculation. I gave him advice on positions that could work for smaller men, even taught him how to use a strap-on properly. He kept thanking me like I'd saved his marriage.

He admitted he'd tried swinging a few times for his wife's sake, but she absolutely refused to do it again. The reason? She couldn't stand watching him with another woman.

Hearing that he wanted to swing but couldn't because of her made me resent her instantly.

As David Kim was leaving, he said,
"We'll come together next time. My wife and I."

Couples who enjoy threesomes and swinging understand that love and sex are separate. They live open lives, and when one partner returns from a sexual encounter, the other accepts it, understands, and moves on.

But convincing a reluctant wife to try swinging takes endless effort and time. And even when you finally gather the courage to act, the first time feels like losing something precious—like watching your most intimate possession handed to another.

The pain of suppressing jealousy, the agony of restraint—she didn't understand any of it. She expected him to share in the experience, yet selfishly hoarded sex for herself, acting like a thief who only wants to take, never give.

I thought to myself: Is there anyone more despicable than this?

If I stood next to her, I'd want to punch her in the face.

When I arrived at the meeting spot, she was already there, smiling as she stood up to greet me.

His wife, Emma Kim, was about 160 cm tall, 54 kg—pretty, curvy, and full-figured. In our brief conversation, she didn't seem to mind that I was older.

Maybe it was because I'd brought a gift, or maybe David Kim had spoken highly of me—but Emma Kim's face never lost its smile as she sipped her coffee.

After leaving the café, we got into the car. She sat beside me, immediately grabbed my hand, and led me straight to a motel.

After a few beers, Emma Kim stripped down to her panties and bra, then insisted we all go into the bathroom together.

Most women in swinging situations are cautious, always checking their husband's expression—but here she was, acting like she'd done this a hundred times, eager to get it over with.

I remembered what David Kim had told me days ago, so I kept my expression neutral—but inside, my feelings toward Emma Kim were already shifting.

Seeing her act so cocky, I wanted to teach her a lesson.

From what I'd seen, David Kim was honest, kind, and trustworthy. I couldn't understand why Emma Kim treated him with such disregard.

Unable to resist her urgency, I stripped, and the three of us entered the bathroom.

As usual, I started by washing my genitals and anus, then brushed my teeth.

Emma Kim grabbed my flaccid cock and sucked it into her mouth without hesitation.

She moved her lips and tongue skillfully, avoiding my teeth—her technique was impressive.

By the time I finished brushing, David Kim had already finished his shower and gone back to the room.

I still needed to shower, but Emma Kim kept sucking me, so I couldn't exactly stop her. I let her continue, caressing her breasts with my hands to keep myself engaged.

After a while, she pulled back, frustrated.

"Why... why isn't it getting hard?"

At first, I didn't understand—then realized she expected it to pop up instantly like in porn.

I smirked at her, amused.

"Try harder. If you get it up, I'll buy you something delicious."

"Really?"

She sat me on the toilet, kissed me, then trailed her mouth down my neck, sucking my chest, gently nibbling my nipples with her lips and tongue, swirling around them before moving lower.

Electric excitement surged through me as she worked her way down.

I knew she wouldn't get me hard—my mind was already elsewhere—but I gently held her head, sliding my hands under her arms to fondle her breasts.

"Let's see who wins..."

Her soft, warm body responded under my touch. I could feel her own arousal building.

She swirled her tongue around my shaft, licked every inch of my balls, and stroked my chest with her palm—tiny moans escaping her lips.

She was ready to mount me the second I got hard. But when it didn't happen, she grew irritated, stopped sucking, and stood up.

Her face was flushed, pouting in frustration—and it looked adorable. I couldn't help but smile.

"What? It won't get up?"

She was clearly annoyed it wasn't working.

"Done already? Want to try again? Want to make it rise?"

The idea of making a limp cock hard caught her attention.

"Do it! Make it hard!"

Her pouty irritation was cute.

I stood from the toilet, tensed, and forced my cock upright.

Emma Kim stared.

"What the hell is that?"

Slap.

"Ow! Fuck!"

"Ah, sorry..."

"Ow..."

I clutched my balls, crouching in pain.

David Kim had opened the bathroom door and was staring. Emma Kim stood frozen, mortified.

When she saw my cock fully erect, her frustration boiled over—she slapped it, but missed, hitting my balls along with it.

In an instant.

Anyone who's been hit in the balls knows how excruciating it is. Heh heh heh.

After the pain subsided, I took a shower and went into the room. I gave David Kim a look—Let's begin.

I pushed Emma Kim onto the bed, pulled her to the edge, buried my face between her legs, and sucked her clitoris.

She was stunned by my sudden aggression. Hah.

Her apologetic expression vanished. A smile returned.

David Kim climbed onto the bed, kissed her, and caressed her breasts.

I kept sucking her clitoris, raised my head, and reloaded my strap-on, stiffening it fully.

I coated my fingers with her wetness, opened her pussy, and stroked her G-spot. Her hips bucked.

"Ah... ah... ah... put it in... ah... put it in... ah... please..."

Moans spilled out as her juices soaked her slit.

I hooked my finger like a fishing hook, dragging it from her pussy up past her navel to her breasts, then told David Kim to go first. He shook his head.

I climbed up, caressed her breasts, then stepped back down, pulled my fingers from her G-spot, and soaked her folds with her own fluids.

I gripped my armed strap-on, smeared it with her wetness, and rubbed it all over her entrance, teasing every corner. Her hips writhed.

"Ah... ah... do it fast... ah... it feels too good... hurry... please... ah..."

I coated the strap-on with more wetness, circled her entrance slowly. David Kim stared at my monstrous strap-on, dumbfounded.

He stopped what he was doing, just gaped at it.

But Emma Kim, burning with arousal, begged:

"Ah... hurry... put it in... ah... please... hurry... ah..."

I aimed my strap-on at her entrance and thrust hard, forcing it in.

"Ow! What the hell are you doing?! Stop! Don't! It hurts! Don't! It hurts! What are you putting in?!"

I'd only managed to push the tip inside.

"Don't! No! Stop! It hurts! Don't! What is that?!"

She shoved me away and jumped up. My strap-on popped out, standing straight up in the air. She was furious.

"What the hell are you putting in me?!"

She must've thought I was using a dildo or some toy.

Then she saw it—my massive, jet-black strap-on, towering like a monster.

She couldn't speak. Her eyes widened. She just stared, stunned.

I knew you needed to use lube or enough natural wetness, stretch the pussy first—otherwise it would tear.

But I was angry.

Angry that she disrespected her husband.

Angry that she enjoyed threesomes when he wasn't around, but couldn't understand swinging with him.

And angry that she'd slapped my balls in the bathroom. Hahahaha.

I'd been looking forward to this—finally letting loose, swinging it around hard, releasing all the tension I'd built up over days of restraint.

But now, she was staring at my strap-on like it was some alien creature.

Then she touched it. Grabbed it. Squeezed it. Licked it.

Tried to fit it in her mouth—gave up when it wouldn't go in.

Then she hugged me, one hand still gripping my strap-on.

I pushed her back down, started sucking her breasts.

Her hand trembled around my strap-on. She closed her eyes, waiting—submitting.

I licked every inch of her soft, plump breasts, savoring the texture, my own arousal rising. I swirled my tongue around her nipples.

David Kim went back to sucking her clitoris.

When Emma Kim's moans returned, I saw it—the shift.

The jealousy she once feared had transformed into pure, electric excitement.

I watched David Kim's face turn as red as a radish, then slowly pushed my strap-on into her pussy, starting slow up-and-down motions.

"Ah! It hurts! Ah! Too much! Ah... ah... baby... it's too painful... ah..."

She was still nervous. Her body wasn't producing enough wetness.

After a few strokes, I let David Kim take over.

He was fully aroused. He shoved his cock into her still-clenched pussy and started thrusting wildly.

He was going to blow fast—I could tell.

Just as I thought it, David Kim shuddered, groaned "Ugh!", and stopped moving.

He pulled out, grabbed a towel, and walked into the bathroom.

Are you kidding me? You get me worked up and just leave like that?

In the valley between her legs, his cum bubbled, oozing out slowly.

Emma Kim looked lost, empty, unsatisfied.

I pulled her into my arms, coated my strap-on with her dripping cum, then pressed the tip to her entrance.

She spread her thighs, closed her eyes.

I pushed in slowly, savoring the tight, slick warmth.

"Ah... slow... go slow... ah... like that... ah... ah... ah..."

She'd been hurt once—now she was cautious.

She lifted her hips carefully, matching my rhythm. Her hands released the sheets, wrapped around my waist, and she started bucking back.

Her pussy gushed wetness—I could feel it coating my strap-on.

"Ah... it's so full... so good... ah..."

"Please... don't make it hurt... just like that..."

"I've never felt this... never seen anything like this... ah..."

"Slowly... ah... baby... you'll see me again, right? ah..."

"If I start... liking you... what then?"

With her husband in the bathroom, she said everything she couldn't say before.

People who do threesomes and swinging treat sex like casual fun. They know passionate words are just part of the game.

But her sweet moans drove my arousal higher. My thrusts grew faster, harder.

When she finally climaxed, her body convulsed, and she came hard.

"Ah... I'm going crazy... ah... so full... so satisfied..."

Her orgasm didn't stop. Wave after wave crashed through her as she screamed, drenching the sheets like a wild woman.

I shifted her body to avoid the wet spot, then kept pounding her, matching her frantic hip movements.

"Ah... I'm going insane... so full... so good... so satisfied... ah..."

When David Kim came out of the bathroom, the moans quieted.

He joined in, caressing her breasts.

Her cries softened, but her body still trembled.

"Baby... I love this... ah... so good... so full... I'm going crazy..."

As David Kim touched her, I watched her face—flushed, ecstatic, lost in the thrill of swinging.

The slap of our pelvises echoed.

"Ah... too good... ah... so satisfied... ah... it feels like I'm going to burst... so full... so good..."

My strap-on had gone soft—no chance of switching.

But Emma Kim wouldn't stop coming.

I couldn't stop.

I kept her all to myself, caressing every inch, swinging my strap-on with full force.

Missionary, doggy, side position—up and down, up and down.

Every time we changed positions, she came harder.

David Kim, whenever I moved to hold her or switch positions, would quietly step aside—like a farmer who'd brought two pigs together to mate.

Perfect timing. Hahahaha.

After multiple orgasms, Emma Kim gasped:

"Ah... I'm so tired... ah... let's rest... please..."

We were all exhausted, but the mood was warm—like old friends. We clinked beer bottles, smiles never leaving our faces.

Then Emma Kim slid under the table, grabbed my strap-on, and started sucking it again.

Round two had begun.

She laid me on the bed, caressed my feet, washed every inch of me with her soft hands—my arousal reignited.

I flipped her over, kissed her, sucked her breasts, and moved down.

David Kim sat in the chair, tugging at his limp cock, trying to get it up.

He just watched. Didn't help. Didn't join.

So it became 1-on-1—Emma Kim and me.

Aroused and breathless, she begged:

"Ah... put it in... ah... baby... please... put it in..."

I sucked her clitoris, reloaded my strap-on until it stood rigid, then used my fingers to open her, stroking her G-spot.

She started cumming instantly.

"Ah... too good... I'm going crazy... ah... ah..."

I coated my strap-on, pushed it into her cumming pussy, and started thrusting.

When I tired, I used my fingers on her G-spot to make her come again.

Side position, doggy—switched when tired, traded hand jobs with breast play.

Whenever I felt her about to climax, I'd slide my strap-on back in and ride her through it.

Her moans never stopped.

"Ah... too good... ah... that full feeling... so good... ah... make me cum... I'm going crazy... ah..."

After several climaxes, she whispered:

"Baby... I'm so tired... make me cum... it hurts... ah..."

Hearing her say she was tired, but still begging—I wanted more, but reluctantly, I buried my load deep inside her.

I kept my strap-on deep within her, held her close, savoring the afterglow, flexing my pelvic muscles.

She whispered in my ear:

"Thank you... so much. Can we meet again...?"

The threesome session with David Kim and his wife? Thanks to David Kim's weakness and Emma Kim's strong, tight womb, I got to swing my strap-on freely—most of the night was just me and her. Hahahahaha.

A few days later, Emma Kim jumped on the phone while I was talking to David Kim.

"Thank you... David..."

Softly, she said:

"My pussy still burns... still hurts... hahaha."

"Put it against me. I'll blow on it... hoooo... hahahaha."

Hearing her whisper, I smiled.