hot-divorced-widower

It had been four years since my wife passed away. Kind and pure, she left me and our son Jung-hoon behind, letting go of her ties to this world.

I've lived earnestly, doing my best, but the atmosphere at home has remained dark and bleak.

Thankfully, Jung-hoon has stayed cheerful even at his young age, and my business is going well, but the reality remains—our household needs a woman's presence.

There's been Madam Oh, the restaurant owner I've been seeing.

She fills my empty nights with incredible oral skills and uninhibited positions, satisfying me completely, but her complicated relationships with other men keep bothering me.

Then there's Ms. Na from Ihan Trading, a business partner—capable, but not the housewife type.

We have sex because we both want to, but she has no intention of remarrying.

She enjoys car sex, saying the cool night air brushing against her bare buttocks multiplies her pleasure.

I don't intend to stay single forever. Before she passed, my wife insisted I remarry and have another child, saying only then could she find peace in the afterlife.

Today, Jung-hoon went to play at Ye-na's house, a girl from the same kindergarten, and hasn't come back.

Jung-hoon and Ye-na, who've lived in the same apartment building since childhood, are always together, and I've always been grateful for that.

Ye-na's mother, divorced, treats Jung-hoon as if he were her own child, and I've always felt deeply thankful.

Though busy with work, she rarely spends time together, but her modest attire and graceful demeanor have stirred something inside me.

But I've never made a move—I'm afraid one wrong step might cost Jung-hoon his best friend, so I linger around her from afar, waiting for time to decide.

`Dad! Ye-na's mom is pretty, right?`

The album my son brought home contained a solo photo of Ye-na's mother—her winning portrait from a local cultural festival beauty pageant, wearing hanbok.

Crowned with a diamond-studded tiara, her gentle smile was breathtakingly beautiful.

`Yeah... I guess so!`

While the kids played in another room, I slipped a few photos of her out of the album and took them home.

Lying on my bed, I laid out her pictures and indulged in voyeuristic pleasure.

One was the beauty pageant photo, another taken at a swimming pool—her perfect figure and modestly raised breasts were deeply alluring.

The third was a close-up of her upper body, like a passport photo, clearly showing her sharp, beautiful features.

After that day, looking at her photos before bed became my only habit, my secret pastime.

When I watched porn online and masturbated, I'd place her photo beside me, imagining not the actresses, but her—fantasizing about making love with her as I came.

She quietly took her place in my heart, becoming the woman of my household.

Then one day, I came home from work to find Jung-hoon missing—probably at Ye-na's.

While showering, I felt a powerful surge of sexual desire.

It had been over two weeks since I'd been with a woman, and my penis, swollen with pent-up semen, eagerly responded—rubbing with soap, it quickly hardened and stood erect.

I gripped the shafts on both sides with my hands, imagining the provocative body of a porn actress—then suddenly, I thought of Ye-na's mother.

I decided to masturbate while looking at her photo and stepped out of the bathroom.

My erect penis swung freely as I walked out—and there she was, Ye-na's mother, standing in the living room.

As if she'd been waiting for me to finish my shower, she stood right in front of me.

Already starved for a woman, my penis instantly grew harder and more rigid at the sight of her.

Water dripping from my hair kept blinding me, and I suddenly realized I was exposing myself.

Her shocked expression was unmistakable—then she quickly turned and left.

She left before I could even explain.

For days, I carefully avoided running into Ye-na's mother.

But from afar, she loomed large in my mind, constantly appearing like a giant image beside me.

One late evening, after several weeks of this, I returned home to find Jung-hoon missing again.

Worried and restless, I finally went to Ye-na's house.

After ringing the doorbell four or five times, Ye-na's mother finally opened the door.

I assumed it was because of what happened last time.

`Jung-hoon hasn't come back yet!`

`He went to a friend's birthday party at kindergarten to eat pizza.`

`Oh...`

I couldn't think of what to say next, but thankfully, she invited me in for coffee, and I stepped into the living room.

She must have just showered—water still soaked her hair, dampening her homewear.

The fabric was already clinging to her skin in places.

Her chest came into view—her round breasts and the small, distinct nipples clearly visible through the wet fabric.

As she turned to make coffee, her two round buttocks balanced perfectly between her slim waist and long legs.

Boiling lust surged from my chest down to my penis. It quickly hardened, rising stiffly even as I sat on the dining chair, forming a small mound in my lower abdomen.

I'd held women before, but nothing stirred my desire like this sight.

I couldn't control the overwhelming tide of lust crashing through me.

I thought about just turning and leaving, but with my erect penis, escaping unnoticed was impossible.

Her homewear grew wetter, the thin fabric clinging tightly to her body.

I stood up, heart pounding, and quietly walked behind her.

The scent of soap from her damp hair filled my nose.

I was clearly a man who'd lost his reason—nothing but a crude beast driven by instinct, desperate to satisfy his sexual hunger.

But I justified it—this wasn't just a momentary impulse, but the long-awaited chance I'd been waiting for.

I pressed my lips to the nape of her neck. She flinched, trembling, her legs wobbling.

Catching her as she nearly collapsed, my hand accidentally grasped her breast.

The soft, sensual flesh of her braless breast filled my palm completely.

As the bulge in my pants pressed into the cleft of her buttocks, her breathing grew heavier.

Encouraged by her lack of resistance, I grew bolder, deepening my touch with more aggressive petting.

I bit her earlobe—her hand instinctively brushed the back of my neck. It was an invitation, a silent yes.

I slipped my tongue into her ear, breathing my desire into her.

`Ye-na's mother... haa...`

She placed her hand over mine on her breast, shaking her head as if in torment.

I gently lifted her and carried her into the bedroom.

True to a well-kept home, the room had bright curtains and a cozy bed covered in soft white fabric.

In my haste, I laid her on the bed and quickly stripped naked.

I wanted her to see my healthy body—and my penis. That was the one thing I was confident about.

Climbing over her, I lifted her homewear.

Smooth thighs parted, revealing her intimate secret in full.

I saw clear arousal fluid trickling from between her folds.

Her opening visibly twitched, quivering like a paralytic spasm.

My eager penis demanded entry. I leaned in, burying my face between her legs, inhaling her musky scent.

Parting the mound, I slipped my tongue inside—her body arched like a bow, lifting violently off the bed.

I pressed my tongue into the valley between her mounds, moving upward toward her clitoris.

Reaching the tip of her pubic bone, I pushed deep—my tongue felt a small, firm nub.

Prodding the plump bud with my tongue, her buttocks twisted side to side like a child throwing a tantrum.

'Ah~ ah~ yeees~~'

The bed creaked, and she slapped my face lightly, again and again.

She was secreting arousal fluid, pulling my body up, silently begging me to enter. Her body was speaking to me.

My own penis throbbed uncontrollably—I had to enter her, to find rest at her gate.

Crawling over her, I gripped her breasts and kissed her deeply.

Then I pressed my penis against her entrance, probing the slit, rubbing up and down to spread her wetness.

She gripped my shoulders and cried out, thrusting her hips forward, pulling me inside.

`Ah~ ah~ haa~`

She breathed heavily, wrapping her legs around my hips, grinding her pelvis against me.

Driving deep into her womb, her body convulsed, thrashing up and down wildly.

'Ah~~ yeees~~'

Her eyes lost focus, her body writhing, secreting fluid, screaming in ecstasy, nearly passing out.

The shock of feeling a man's body and penis again after so long was clearly overwhelming.

Her legs locked around my waist, pulling my hips down, thrashing her pelvis, refusing to let my penis slip out.

`Uh. Ye-na's mom. Ah.`

`Don't call me that. It feels like I'm betraying Ye-na.`

She seemed uncomfortable when Ye-na's name came up during sex. So I called her by her name.

`Uh. Ah-young.`

She bit down on my shoulder.

`Ah. It feels so good when you say my name.`

`Ugh. Ah-young.`

`Ah. Honey.`

She wandered in euphoric delirium, lost in a trance of bliss.

`Huh. Ah-young. I'm going to come. Uhh~~`

`Ah. Honey, put it in. I want your thing. Ah~`

`Ah-young. Uhh~~`

Like a wild beast in heat, I roared as I came, mounting her like prey in the jungle.

She groaned and thrashed, gushing arousal fluid.

Thick, sticky final spurts oozed slowly from my penis, flowing deep into her vaginal cavity.

`Khh~~uk.`

I flooded her inflamed, gaping field, sowing my seed wildly.

She gripped my buttocks, pulling me deeper, ensuring every last drop was buried as far into her womb as possible.

The pleasure of release spread from my penis throughout my entire body.

'Haa~~'

I buried my face in her breasts, catching my breath. She lay sprawled, limbs flung carelessly, spent.

The aftermath of such intense sex seemed a bit overwhelming.

What we'd both desired and longed for had finally happened.

I briefly regained composure and pressed my lips to hers, gently pushing my tongue inside.

Her lips parted, sucking my tongue slightly.

I quickly picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

We soaped each other's bodies, regaining our strength, preparing for round two.

This time, I took her from behind. Later, I learned she loved this position deeply, and it became one of our most-used.

Since then, we've shared sex—now, every night, we become loving partners, shouting loudly, sharing fierce or tender intimacy.

By day, we're neighbors. By night, husband and wife. That's how we meet.

But yesterday, she said she might be pregnant.

This was exactly what I'd hoped for, so I decided to move our relationship forward more positively, to work harder for us.

She always waits for me on the balcony.

Today, I plan to ask her for oral sex.

Even if I come in her mouth, she'll swallow it like sweet nectar.

Her apartment door slides open quietly.

`Honey~ welcome back~`

Through her pink nightgown, her milky skin shines clearly through.

`Ah-young~~`

And so we become husband and wife again.