Chapter 4 — My Affair with a Married Woman - Part 1 (4)

For several months after that, I kept meeting her and having sex. Or perhaps I should say—learning?

I'd always thought I knew quite a bit about sex compared to others around me. I could apply what I knew in real situations, and my sex life with my then-girlfriend had been good. But I had to admit—sex with her was different. Entirely different.

We'd meet one or two times a week, have sex, and talk openly about everything. The things she told me settled deep inside my mind, becoming part of me, like blood and flesh.

Sometimes we'd share a cigarette in bed. Other times, we'd sip coffee at a live café or split a beer at a tiny bar. Through these moments, trust grew between us. Affection bloomed. And in the act of intertwining our bodies, I learned what"emotional intimacy" truly meant.

Of course, my original intention in pursuing her had been purely about sleeping with a married woman. But as our meetings became more frequent, something beyond mere physical stimulation began to form between us.

Sex was no longer just the goal—it became a way to confirm and exchange feelings. I even began to think of it as a kind of communion.

And I suspect she felt it too, in silence, without words.

The woman who once treated me like a helpless rabbit had become someone I could bring to climax two or three times if I wanted. I knew her sensitive spots, her favorite positions, the precise angles she liked—all of it had become second nature to me.

That day, we met in the morning, had lunch, then went to a motel for a fierce round of sex. As we sat in the room sipping instant coffee, she suddenly spoke.

"Hehe~ Darling… Am I the rabbit now? Hohoho~~"

"What are you talking about? I'm in my prime. We just match well, that's all."

"Hoho~ Really?"

"Yeah… Besides, you were my master once. Haha~~"

"........"

"........"

"I… I need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"I… I don't want to have sex with my husband anymore."

"Wha—? Why??"

"When he tries to touch me, it just feels annoying. And the whole time… I only think of you…"

"Holy crap… This is serious.-_-;"

"I… I like you… more than just like…"

"........."

I couldn't say anything more. Of course, I had developed feelings for her that went beyond mere attraction. But I also felt an unshakable weight—a burden.

And with that burden pressing on me, I didn't want to say anything irresponsible.

She, perceptive as ever, must have sensed my hesitation. She fell silent too. Awkwardly, we left the motel.

After that, she didn't contact me. And I didn't reach out either.

I missed the intense sex. I missed being able to talk with her like a friend. But I didn't want to be the cause of turmoil in her marriage.

Or to be honest… I hated the guilt and pressure I'd feel if I did.

For a while, these complicated emotions pulled me back into my normal life—work, friends, my girlfriend…

Still, I wasn't unchanged.

First, my sex with my girlfriend became more intense. But as her satisfaction grew, mine noticeably declined.

Second, among my friends, I became someone they envied. They were insanely jealous of me having a married woman as a sex partner. Some even looked up to me.

(Truthfully, most single men receive a lot of sexual stimulation but don't get much real experience. The distorted, biased idea that "married women = sexually experienced goddesses" is widespread.

Idiotic friends. It took me a whole year to "re-educate" them.—_-;)

Third, I gained significant confidence with women—whether virgins or married. I also gained composure.

That quiet confidence made me appear bolder, and my calm demeanor made me seem more mature.

(Sometimes, people even mistook me for a married man. Tsk~)

After some time of ordinary life, the longing for her had begun to fade into a blur—when I ran into a woman in an online chat room after a long while.

She was 33, lived in Seoul, and her husband was a marathon runner. As we chatted casually, a playful impulse hit me.

"Wow, if your husband's a marathoner, his stamina must be incredible~ hahaha"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"hahaha Think about it. Hehehe"

"......"

"Stamina. Stamina. Lasting long while exerting effort… hahaha"

"Oh my… hohohoho~~ Naughty~~ hohohoho~~"

"Ah, come on… we're adults here. Hehehe"

"But… we don't do it often."

"Why not?"

"He has group training, and he has to abstain before races… hahaha"

In that moment, something instinctively clicked. To confirm my suspicion, I tossed out more suggestive comments.

Each time, she answered—sometimes in metaphors, sometimes bluntly. My hunch grew into near certainty.

Our conversation grew increasingly erotic, honest, and bold.

We shared stories of our past experiences. I even gave her advice on her unsatisfying sex life—and I could tell she was curious about me.

Just as a slight frustration during sex can heighten arousal, my words left her restless, stirring her curiosity, her dissatisfaction, her pent-up desire.

"Ugh~ You know… one touch from you would say more than a hundred words… hahaha"

"..... Yes… I guess so…"

"Try what I told you next time you're with your husband.^^"

"I don't know…"

"Well, if the chance comes, I'll teach you in person… hahahaha"

"Wha—?!?!"

"Just kidding…."

"....... ^^"

I could feel her hesitation. I faintly sensed she wanted it too. But at that moment, what she needed most was an excuse—an excuse to meet me.

"Let's meet up and grab a coffee? ^^"

"......"

"I mean, if you meet me and don't like me, I won't push anything."

"........."

"Just talk freely, like we are now. Openly. Honestly. Us."

"... C-can we really?"

And so, the next day, I met her at a Lotteria in M-dong, Seoul.

She was barely 160 cm, not particularly pretty—just an ordinary married woman. But her skin was fair and smooth. Her breasts were decently sized, her figure just provocative enough to stir desire.

"Over here."

"Hi…"

"Seeing you in person… you're nice… hahaha"

"You look younger than I expected?"

"Yeah… I'm 29."

"Oh? Younger than me?"

"Yes…"

"........"

To break the awkward silence, I handed her a coffee. While I was getting it, she'd hesitated visibly—she seemed nervous meeting me.

"Is this your first time?"

"No… not my first."

"Because I look young?"

"Yeah… the last person was young too."

"Oh? Was it disappointing? Haha"

"Yeah… I was let down."

I wasn't particularly drawn to this unremarkable woman, but walking away after just one brush-off wasn't the manly thing to do. More importantly, I didn't want to come all the way to Seoul for nothing.

I looked into her eyes and told her to trust the feeling she'd had last night, to believe in what she'd sensed from me, that even if it didn't work out, it wouldn't cost her anything.

She seemed to decide—what the hell, I'll give it a try—and led me to a nearby motel.

Inside the room, she placed her bag on the nightstand and sat limply on the bed.

I took off my coat and sat beside her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder.

Though she claimed this wasn't her first time, her shoulders were tense, her neck stiff.

I gently turned her torso toward me, held her, and patted her back, whispering into her ear.

"Don't be so nervous. I'm nervous too, you know…"

"A-ah… y-yes… um…"

Her voice trembled—fresh, genuine. I kept her close, gently stroking her back.

As her rigid upper body slowly relaxed and leaned into me, I kissed her forehead, then her nose, her eyes, her cheeks.

Her eyes were closed, her chin lifted, as if searching for my lips. But instead of meeting her mouth, I lightly kissed her cheeks and jawline, rubbing my face against hers to build intimacy.

As my hand moved from her back to her armpit, then down her waist, I finally pressed my lips to hers.

"Hmm~~ Mmm~~~"

"Hup~~~ Ah~~~"

Her lips sucked mine fiercely. She pulled my head close, stroking my back.

It was as if she'd been waiting for this—her tongue plunged into my mouth, her arms wrapped tightly around me.

"Huphup~~ Mmmmm~~~ Zjup~~ Huphup~~"

"Ah~~ Mmm~~~ Mmm~~~ Ju?~~ Jungjung~~"

She seemed to think suction was all there was to kissing—she sucked my tongue hard, making it numb.

I gently blocked her tongue and instead used mine to massage her gums, teeth, the underside of her tongue, her taste buds—slow, deliberate.

I overlapped our lips, letting her feel the soft contact, the subtle touches of tongue against tongue.

"Ahmm~~~ Aa~~~ Mmm~~ Umm~~ Umm~~ Mph~~~"

Between soft kisses, I occasionally sucked and lightly bit her lips. She moaned continuously, clinging tightly to me—her way of saying she liked it.

"Ahmm~~ Ahmm~~~ Mmm~~~ Uhnghh~~~ Uhm~~~"

I rubbed my tongue against her earlobe while my hand gently massaged her breast over her clothes.

"Ah~~~ Uhn~~~ Mmm~~~ Mmm~~"

Hearing the depth in her moans, I began undressing her.

With my mouth, I licked her ear and neck. With one hand, I lifted her blouse and slid it under.

Her skin was as smooth as it looked—silky and soft to the touch.

I slipped my hand into her bra, kneading her breasts, gently pinching her nipples.

"Ahhaa~~~~~~~~ Mmm~~~ Uhm~~~"

She clung tighter to me, sucking wildly on my earlobe. With my ear in her mouth, I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, leaving only her bra before pulling it off.

Her breasts weren't large, but they were pleasing to touch. More than size, her pale skin stirred desire.

I climbed over her, laying her down on the bed.

I gave her a pillow with my arm, pinching her firm nipple with one hand.

She still wanted my lips, her hands frantically unfastening my belt.

I lifted my hips to help her pull down my pants, kicking them off with both feet.

With my knee, I pushed up her skirt, rubbing my thigh between her legs as I held her close.

"Hmm~~~ Mmm~~~"

The feel of her skin against my torso and thighs was incredibly smooth. That day, I learned how a woman's smooth skin could heighten a man's arousal.

"You have such soft skin… Mmm~~~ It feels so good to hold you… Mmm~~~"

"Thank you… I like it too… Mmm~~~"

While still holding her, I unhooked her bra. Her pale breasts spilled out before me.

I cupped them together, then took one fully into my mouth—like biting into a ripe peach—sucking hard, rolling her hardened nipple with my tongue.

"Huphup~~~~ Ahhh~~~~~ Aa~~"

"You have beautiful breasts… Zjupzjup~~ Huphup~~ So pretty… Huphup~~~"

"Aa~~ good~~ yes~~ just like that~~ Aa~~~"

"Pretty breasts~~ Huphup~~~ Zjooop~ Zjop~~~"

I kissed the valley between her breasts,

then coated her nipple—no bigger than the tip of my pinky—with saliva. My mouth moved down, licking her stomach and sides, occasionally biting gently, inching lower.

"Ahha~~ Ahha~~ It tickles~~ Hik~~"

She shivered every time my lips touched her side or my teeth gently bit her. She tried to pull me up as I lifted her skirt, staring at her crotch.

"I'll kiss your pale thighs… Huphup~~ Zjooook~~"

"Hung~ Ahha~~~~ Hah~~~ Ahhaa~~"

Spreading her slightly tensed thighs, I rubbed and sucked her skin with my lips. She moaned through her nose, lifting her hips, writhing beneath me.

Seeing her so aroused, my cock was already rock hard—desperate to enter her.

But I wanted to fully satisfy her—this woman who'd been disappointed before—so I kept going.

I pressed my tongue, stiffened, between her soft thighs and the edge of her white panties, rubbing firmly. With both hands, I gently stroked her thighs, spreading them wider.

Her thin, white panties were damp, her dark pubic hair faintly visible—immensely sexy.

The moment I pressed my lips to the wet spot and thrust my tongue through, she shrieked, arching her back, clawing at the bedsheet with both hands.

"Hah~~~ Hup~~ Aa~~~ Aaah~~~ Aa Aaah~~~"

Aroused even more, I wrapped my arms under her thighs, pulling her toward me, pressing my mouth harder against her pussy.

Her fluids and my saliva soaked her panties further. The wetter they got, the louder her moans grew—and the more excited I became.

"Ahha~~ Ahhaa~~ Ahha Ahha~~ Ahha~ Aa Ahha~~~"

"Zjupzjup~~ Huphup~~ Zjuuub~~ Huphup~~~ Hmm~~~"

"Aa Aang~~ Aang~~ Too much~~~ Aa~~~ Aang~~ Too much~~~"

"Zjuuuub~~~?~~~??~~~"

Sometimes she tried to clamp my head between her thighs, but I only pressed harder, sucking greedily at her plump folds.

Her juices and my saliva drenched the fabric. My cock was so hard it hurt against the bed.

I pulled off her panties and shoved my cock into her face.

As if waiting, she wrapped both arms around my thighs and sucked my shaft deep into her mouth.

"Hup~~~ Mmm~~~ Good~~~ Aa~~~"

"Zjuuub~~ Huphup~~ Zjuhuphuphup~~~"

We sucked each other wildly, growing more excited. Her pussy overflowed with arousal.

Soaked and dripping, I dipped my fingers into her wetness, thrust them in, spread her labia, and stabbed my tongue deep into her slit, sucking her clit.

"Aaang~~ Ahha Aa~~~ Ahha~~~ Aa Aa~~~"

Unable to speak, she could only moan louder and louder.

In her excitement, she occasionally bit my cock too hard, but I didn't pull out. Instead, I thrust my fingers deeper into her pussy, sucking and licking her clit.

Each time, she'd freeze like a fish struck by lightning, pull my cock from her mouth, and sob in ecstasy.

Eventually, she started begging me to stop.

So I slid my middle finger into her hole, gently rubbing against the ridges of her vaginal walls and the roof of her canal.

She was most sensitive to stimulation on the upper wall—and nearly shrieked at any touch to her clit.

"Aaang~~ Aaang~~~ Put it in~~ Aa~~ Put it in~~"

She urged me on, pushing my hips. I turned, hooked her legs over my arms, and lowered my body onto her.

Eagerly, she grabbed my cock and shoved it into her pussy. As I moved my hips slightly, she took it all without hesitation.

"Phuuk~~""Haaah~~~ Hah~~~"

I thrust deep, pressing my cock fully against her core, pulled her shoulders hard toward me, maximizing skin contact with her soft body.

She hugged me back fiercely, burning hot.

"Ahha~~~ Good~~~ Hik~~ Hik~~~"

"Hmm~~ Me too~~ Good~~~ Hmm~~~"

"I really~~ like this~~ Ahh~~~"

"Thank you~~"

We stayed locked together, kissing briefly as she expressed her satisfaction. Emboldened, I began thrusting.

At first, I went deep and slow—only the glans entering and exiting—making her crave more, then suddenly thrusting deep.

Each time, she answered with a deep moan.

After a while, probing her inside, adjusting angles, focusing on what she liked, I sensed she was nearing climax.

Then, it came—her first orgasm.

"Aa Aaah~~~!!!""Aa Aaah~~~!!!"

With a cry, she clung to me tightly, sobbing.

I held her close, letting her ride the peak, catching my breath. Then, I began powerful thrusts for my own release.

"Good, right?~~~ Tight~~~ Pumping~~~ Hard~~~ Hahh~~ I like it too~~ Aaah~~"

"Aah~~ Aah~~ Aah~~ Aah~~ I'm going crazy~~ I can't take it~~ Aaah~~!!!"

"Phukphuk~ Tight~~~ Ahh~~ Haha~~ I'm gonna~~ I'm gonna~~!! Aaah~~"

"Oh my~~ I can't take it~~ Oh~~ What's happening to me~~ Aaah~~~ Do it~~"

"Aa~~~ugh~~ I'm doing it~~ Aaah~~ Aaah~~"

"Aah~ Aah~~!! Do it~~ Do it fast~~ Inside~~ Inside~~ Ahhah~~"

"I'm doing it~~!! I'm doing it~~!! Aaaaah~~ Aaaaah~~ Tight~~!!"

"Aaaah~!!!!!!""Tight~~!! Aaaaah~~~!!!""Aaaah~~!!!"

Hearing her say it was okay, I unleashed a few final powerful thrusts and released all the pent-up cum deep inside her.

She squeezed my body as if to crush me. I ground my softened cock against her soaked pussy, savoring the afterglow.

"How was it?"

"I came twice…"

"Really? I enjoyed it too."

"This is the first time I've felt two."

"If two people understand each other and try, it's possible."

We lay together, smoking, talking more about sex. Then, as she washed me in the shower, I came a fourth time—this time in doggy style.

Her tightness wasn't exceptional, but I liked how she obediently followed every instruction to please me.

I remember gripping her smooth, pale breasts hard, struggling through the final, exhausting climax.