Chapter 1 — Do You Know a Divorced Woman? - Part 1

I haven't had an extensive sexual history, but after meeting one divorced woman, I developed a personal criterion for choosing sex partners: I only go for women in their thirties who've been divorced for less than a year—women starved for male attention.

Here's why:

First, picking up young girls costs too much money, and it's hard to have wild, unrestrained sex with them.

Second, experienced women lack emotional appeal, and married women make me feel uneasy about getting caught.

Third, women who've been divorced less than a year often haven't had another partner yet. Their sexual hunger is fully charged, and their vaginas are tightly constricted—making for incredibly intense pleasure with minimal effort.

Fourth, they instinctively understand what a man wants and respond eagerly—no explanations needed.

This is the story of how I met the first divorced woman who set this standard, and the others who followed.

I run a small private business and usually eat at a restaurant near my small live-work unit, which doubles as my home. One day, a woman started catching my eye. The restaurant owner, Emma (a cute, petite woman in her mid-forties), and I had grown close—almost like family—and through her, I naturally became acquainted with her niece, Sarah.

Sarah was in her mid-thirties, divorced about a year ago, and ran a cosmetics shop nearby. At first glance, she looked like a late-twenties girl—long straight hair, slim figure, wearing tight jeans and a tank top. She was so sexy that any man would get instantly hard, yet she carried herself with a quiet dignity that made her seem unapproachable.

We exchanged only casual greetings at first, waiting for the right moment to grow closer. Then one late summer evening, craving a cold beer, I opened my fridge—only to find leftover mineral water bottles. I decided to head to the convenience store.

As I passed the restaurant, I noticed the sign was off, but Emma and Sarah were inside, sipping beer.

I quietly opened the door.

"I came for a cold noodle, but I guess you're closed?"

"Yeah? Well, it's hot, no customers… we just decided to have a drink."

"Oh? Then do you have a beer for me, too?"

"Of course! We were wondering how two women could enjoy beer like this—now that a handsome bachelor's here, it's perfect."

Sarah, who had been quietly drinking, avoided eye contact but couldn't hide her pleasure. I teased,

"Doesn't Ms. Jung want me here?"

"No, not at all. Please, join us. Have a cold beer instead of noodles."

The mood instantly brightened. When Emma suggested going to Han River, I didn't hesitate. We grabbed a taxi and headed out.

We barely managed to spread a mat on the Yeouido riverbank. Families were scattered around, but couples were everywhere too.

Despite the open space and crowds, I sat face-to-face with Sarah, her navel slightly exposed, her breasts rising softly under her tight top. My cock swelled uncontrollably under my loose shorts.

We sipped canned beer awkwardly when Emma's phone rang.

"Oh, something came up at home. I have to go."

"Then I'll go with you. It's late."

"No, you two stay. Enjoy the breeze. You're happy he's here, aren't you?"

"Don't say that, Emma! He'll misunderstand."

"Misunderstand? I know you better. Go ahead, stay. I've got no one waiting at home—have another drink. I haven't been out in ages."

(Sarah had a two-year-old daughter living with her parents in the countryside. She lived alone.)

"Fine, I'll go first. You two enjoy yourselves," Emma said, and quickly disappeared into the dark, her petite frame vanishing swiftly.

I suppressed my inner wolf, playing polite while finishing a few more cans.

"The alcohol's kicking in. Want to walk slowly and sober up a bit?"

"Sure. The breeze is nice. Walking sounds good."

We chatted for about thirty minutes. She subtly hinted she wasn't seeing anyone and often felt lonely at night. Emboldened, I took her hand as we left the riverbank.

She squeezed back.

Now only one thing remained—getting to a motel.

We walked a short distance when I spotted an empty taxi. I quickly hailed it and said, "To Mapo."

Sarah didn't object, even though it was the opposite direction.

"Sir, stop in front of that motel," I said.

Sarah moaned softly into my ear,

"What are you doing? Do I look that easy?"

Her feigned innocence made her even more adorable.

I got out silently and turned to her, still pretending resistance at the door.

"I'm not acting on a fleeting impulse. And I don't do this with just anyone—you know that, right?"

It was the truth.

"Then… let's go in and sober up a bit?" she said, letting me lead her inside.

Inside the room, I turned on the air conditioner. I pulled Sarah close and kissed her deeply. But from there, I was the one being taken.

She was shockingly aggressive and skilled.

I'd kissed many girlfriends before, but the way her tongue moved—like a fox starved for meat—was pure fantasy.

When I feared my tongue might be sucked out, she suddenly pushed me down onto the bed, stripped off my shirt and shorts with practiced ease, and prepared to give me a full-body tongue massage.

Wanting to slow the pace, I gently lifted her face, which had already moved to my navel.

"We're sweaty. Want to take a shower first?"

"Want to? Should I soap you up?"

"Sure, that'd be great."

I went into the bathroom first, brushing my teeth and wetting my hair when Sarah quietly entered, slightly shy.

"Turn around. I'll wash your back."

Her soft hands lathered me up.

"Your body's better than it looks. Do you work out?"

"I did intense training in the military. It's lasted longer than expected."

"Where did you serve?"

"Uh… you won't believe me, but special forces—paratroopers."

People usually didn't believe me because I looked too gentle. Sure enough, Sarah said,

"Really? That's surprising. Haha…"

"But how does a woman have such a great body?"

"Pfft, you're such a liar."

"No, seriously. These days, women are sexier than young girls."

We spent about thirty minutes in the shower, soaping each other, kissing, touching. It was pure bliss. When she gently massaged my soapy cock like it was treasure, I nearly collapsed.

Back in bed, she shivered from the AC and snuggled into me, sucking my nipples. I finally understood why women moan when their breasts are touched.

Unconsciously, I groaned.

"You went down to my navel earlier—how about below that?"

"Should I?" she said, taking my cock into her mouth.

Damn right—women know how to suck. She made soft chup-chup sounds, applying just the right pressure, sucking my balls too. I nearly cried from how sweet it felt.

In return, I pulled her hips onto my face and gave her a careful 69. Alternating between her pussy and ass, licking and biting, her juices flowed freely, smearing my face. I used my tongue to gather them deep inside. She pinched my thigh and gasped, then suddenly sucked my cock hard and deep, like savoring a treat.

She turned, grabbed my cock, and tried to insert it, but it wouldn't go in.

My cock wasn't that big, but still.

We fumbled at the entrance for about three minutes before it slowly entered. The tightness—indescribable unless you've experienced it.

Even after full penetration, the fantasy-level tightness continued.

"Baby, what's this feeling? Why are you so tight? It's amazing."

"I haven't seen a man in over a year—of course. Ah~ do you like it? Ah~~"

"Yeah, I love it."

Turns out, when a woman's been starved for sex, her moans multiply. The tight grip below, combined with her fox-like whimpers, made me realize—this is what sex is supposed to feel like.

I switched to missionary, kissing deeply, varying my pace—short, long, leisurely—savoring her moans. I caressed her ass, lightly stimulating her anus before pressing my middle finger inside. Her moans turned into cries.

She took the finger I'd used on her ass into her mouth and sucked it hard—almost painfully.

I slowly piston-drove, then suddenly sped up. Her pussy clenched tighter, she grabbed my neck, and begged,

"Save me… please…"

I held back as long as I could, controlling my pace.

For twenty minutes, I fucked her missionary, licking her breasts, stimulating her anus with my hand.

Then I sat her up, facing me, kissed her neck, gripped her hips, and thrust hard.

She nearly screamed, clinging to me. I kissed her tenderly, then flipped her over, kissed her neck, and worked my way down to her plump ass.

The lower my tongue went, the longer and more frantic her moans became. When I licked her ass and stimulated her anus, she writhed and shrieked.

"Ah~~~ I'm going crazy. Put it in fast. Ah~~~~"

From behind, it felt even tighter, her ass's elasticity transferring directly to my cock, heightening my excitement. The intense grip made me moan too.

"Ah~ so good. I love you… Sarah."

"I love you too… really… Ah~~ David… Ah~~~"

I bit her neck hard, holding back my climax, until it burst like a broken water pipe—shooting cum onto her back. I collapsed on top of her, rubbing her belly, feeling the stickiness of my semen.

Then I turned her face and gave her a deep, lingering kiss.

After the first climax, basking in the afterglow, caressing each other, I watched her gently massage my cock.

I thought, I don't understand what kind of idiot divorced a woman like this… but whoever he was, thank you for setting her free.

I gently stroked her face, kissed her lightly, then quickly showered, brought a damp towel, and wiped her down thoroughly.

"David… handsome, capable, and so considerate. Why don't you have a girlfriend? What do you do when you want sex?"

"Just wait for someone like you. When I want it, I've got strong hands."

"Pfft. What's so great about an older woman like me? Will you keep seeing me?"

"Of course. As long as you don't tell me to stop."

"Baby… I love you."

We made love twice more—doggy style, her riding me—exploring every position until dawn. When the sun rose, I dropped her off at home and spent the entire day dozing like a sick chicken.

Since then, Sarah and I have been together like lovers. She visits her daughter in the countryside occasionally, but we usually meet once a month for passionate sex.

After Sarah left for the countryside and stopped visiting the restaurant as often, I hadn't seen much of Emma either. One late night, I dropped by unexpectedly.

"Oh! What brings you here? I was starting to forget your face," Emma said, clearly happy to see me—probably bored with no customers.

"I just got back from a business trip to Vietnam. You look even prettier. Something good happen?"

"Really? Even if it's flattery, thanks."

"No flattery. You really do look better since I last saw you."

"Hoho. I got a little Botox and minor work done. Really? Worth the money if I get praised by you."

(Emma looked younger than her age, petite and cute, with a cheerful personality. But her much older husband, nearly unemployed, had a wandering fate—traveling the country and only occasionally returning home.)

Happy to see each other again, with no other customers around, we shared a stew and started drinking soju.

"Is your husband home?"

"No idea. Left a week ago—no word since."

"You're really patient. Other women would've divorced him by now."

"I stay for the kids. At my age, divorce isn't easy."

One drink turned into three bottles of soju, and naturally, we moved to a karaoke room.

Afraid of gossip in the local place, we took a taxi to an unfamiliar neighborhood. The karaoke room was clean, tucked in a corner, invisible from outside—perfect.

At first, I sat across from Emma, sipping canned beer, singing quietly.

After a few songs, Emma said she couldn't find the next one—her signal for me to sit beside her.

I sat next to her, casually draped my arm over her shoulder, and half-heartedly searched for songs. Then I turned her face and kissed her.

She responded instantly, moaning softly, wrapping her arms around me, sucking my tongue like she'd been waiting.

I kissed her deeply, gently massaging her breasts. She clung tightly, eagerly returning my passion.

I slipped my hand under her shirt, unhooked her bra, and massaged her bare breasts, then lifted her top halfway and started licking.

She wrapped her arms around my head.

"Ah~ we shouldn't… David, what should I do? I can't say no… Ah~~"

While stimulating her breasts, I slid my hand down, caressed her thigh, then gently pressed and rubbed her pussy.

She bit my tongue hard, writhing.

"David… let's go somewhere else. I can't hold back. Take me… please…"

We left the karaoke room. Emma clung to my arm like she feared I'd run, and followed me all the way into the motel room, then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

I took off her top and bra. She stripped off her pants herself, pulled off my shirt, and started sucking my nipples.

I massaged her ass, then rubbed her pussy over her panties—already soaked.

I gently pushed her face down, pulled down my pants. She automatically removed her panties and started stroking my cock, then sucked it like a starving woman—ravenous and delicious.

"Haven't done this in a while?"

"Mm. That man hasn't been a man for a long time."

Her skilled tongue and hands quickly excited me. I lifted her up, removed her panties, sat her on the couch, spread her legs, and started licking her thighs, moving toward her pussy.

Her clean pussy told me she'd been holding back for a long time. I sucked her wet slit while massaging her breasts, and she twisted her body, moaning loudly.

Her raw, passionate moans drove me wild. I turned her around, made her sit on the couch with her ass up, and pushed my cock inside.

I fucked her from behind for a while, but Emma's petite frame made the bent-knee position uncomfortable. So I sat on the couch and had her sit on top of me.

She immediately started bouncing, making it easier. I had to lower my head, but I could suck her small breasts—making it even better.

As her excitement grew, she thrusted faster, her body writhing. I grabbed her hips.

"Slow down… I'll come too fast."

"Ah~ baby, what should I do? Don't come yet. I want to feel more. Ah~~~"

At first, I didn't notice, but her pussy was surprisingly tight for a woman her age. When she lifted her hips, she tightened—no joke.

Still inside, I grabbed her hips, pulled her onto the bed, and sat, watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy. I used my hand to rub her clitoris.

Her moans grew louder. I felt my climax approaching. I tensed my hips, delaying it, and rapidly stimulated her clitoris.

Her moans turned into near-screams.

"Ah~~~ Ah~ Ah! Just come inside… hah… Ah~ Ah!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. I started thrusting rapidly.

"Ugh… I can't… I'm coming now."

"Ah~~~ Yes! Come inside!"

In an instant, my cum shot into her pussy like a water gun. I squeezed out every last drop, convulsing with her.