Chapter 2 — My Friend and the 3S - Part One (2)

After that day, my friend David Song began appearing constantly in our married life.

“Get off imagining David Song’s cock...”

“David Song... you’re so good... cum inside me...”

I'm only human. When my wife screamed David Song’s name, I felt a flicker of embarrassment.

But it was nothing compared to the electric thrill that surged through my body, raising goosebumps from head to toe.

It was as if David Song himself were thrusting into my wife’s cunt right in front of me—a shiver of pure, unbearable ecstasy.

And my wife—drenched in more arousal than I'd ever seen—seemed to crave him just beneath her skin.

So this is why couples do wife-sharing arrangements...

“What did you say?”

My wife mumbled it half to herself as she fumbled with her robe after another round of sex.

“When you screamed David Song's name… I nearly lost my mind. I'm not joking. It was insane.”

“You don't feel the same?”

“To be honest… I kind of do.”

“Say it clearly. Kind of what?”

“It turns me on—calling out someone else's name instead of yours. It makes me feel like I'm going crazy.”

“Then remember what I brought up a while ago?”

“You're really okay with this? You're sure you wouldn't care if I had sex with David Song?”

“If I weren't sure, I wouldn't have brought it up at all. Do you still not know me that well?”

“Then let's just tell David Song first…”

“Actually, Emma Kang… I've been thinking… well…”

Emma Kang stared at me, eyes wide, expression deadly serious.

“We don't just go to his place and knock on the door.”

“So… then what?”

She swallowed hard, watching me with breathless excitement.

“We ambush him.”

“You pull his cock out and suck it. I'll hold him down so he can't move. What do you think?”

At first, he'll be shocked. He might even struggle.

But you—you can handle him. I think you know how to take control.”

“How would I do that?”

“You're asking me? Don't you have any confidence? You're still sexy. Beautiful. Heh.”

I stroked her hair gently.

“You're ridiculous…”

She shyly nudged my chest, blushing.

“David Song, where are you right now?”

It was 9 p.m. I'd parked in front of his apartment complex and dialed his number.

Emma Kang sat beside me, visibly trembling, taking deep breaths.

“Where else? At my place, obviously.”

“You bored or something? Can we come over?”

“Now?”

“Yeah, right now. Why? You got a problem?”

“No, not really… it's just kind of messy inside...”

“Bullshit. Since when do we care about messy? Just unlock the door. We'll be there in about twenty minutes.”

“Then bring a few bottles of soju when you come...”

“You little bastard… fine.”

I snapped my phone shut and winked at Emma Kang.

“You ready?”

“Honey, I don't know if I can...”

“We came all this way. Why back out now?”

She stayed silent, head bowed, fidgeting with the buttons on her blouse.

“Emma Kang, you know I love you, right? If you're hesitating because of me—don't. This is about your pleasure. About loving you. And about my friend.”

“This isn't a burden. Promise me you won't feel guilty.”

I kissed her gently on the forehead.

She looked up at me, cheeks flushed, eyes full of reverence.

She looked so damn beautiful.

“Daniel Park? Already? And Emma Kang, too?”

David Song's eyes widened in surprise as I strode past him into the living room without a word.

He jumped up, adjusting his glasses, utterly bewildered.

“Daniel Park? What the hell are you doing?”

Exactly as I expected—he was shocked, confused, terrified.

I stepped behind him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and slowly guided him down to the floor.

His upper body tilted, gently lowered. My arms still locked around his throat.

“Emma Kang...”

I called quietly to my wife.

“Hey, Daniel Park—what the fuck is going on?”

I didn't answer. Instead, I tightened my grip slightly, giving her space to step forward.

Emma Kang moved slowly, hesitantly, toward us.

The black stockings beneath her sky-blue skirt sent a jolt through me.

My wife usually dressed modestly, but tonight—she looked like a high-class escort, every inch designed to seduce.

Her makeup, her posture—nothing left to chance.

My mouth went dry. My cock throbbed, already straining against my pants.

“Emma Kang...?”

David Song stammered, helpless, as she approached.

She stepped carefully, deliberately.

Then, slowly, she lifted one leg and swung it over his head, straddling his face.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't see—but I knew. David Song was staring directly at my wife's exposed pussy.

His eyes bulged like a rabbit's, locked onto her slit.

But he didn't look away.

At that moment, my cock surged so hard I thought it might burst.

Emma Kang lingered, letting him stare, her pussy fully open to his gaze.

Then, inch by inch, she lowered her hips toward his face.

Slowly... slowly...

I watched, consumed by a wild, nameless excitement.

How long had I dreamed of this exact moment?

Now, there was no need to hold David Song down.

I stepped back, ready to witness the carnal spectacle before me.

David Song's face disappeared beneath her skirt.

When her ass finally touched his mouth, Emma Kang glanced at me.

“Good.”

I raised my thumb, praising her.

Then came her soft moan.

David Song would begin to taste her—slowly, carefully.

He wouldn't need words. His body would obey instinct.

Like lovers reunited after years apart, they would begin devouring each other.

“Mmm... mmm...”

Emma Kang tilted her head back, squatting slightly, releasing breathy moans.

I was losing it.

My cock, swollen beyond endurance, could no longer be contained.

I hastily pulled it out, gripping it tightly.

My poor, neglected cock twitched in the air, desperate for her—while she ground her pussy against another man's mouth.

I gripped my shaft and began stroking, watching my wife and my friend.

“Nngh... I can't... hhh...”

“Slurp... smack... smack...”

David Song was sucking her pussy, licking beneath her panties.

“David Song... I'm going crazy... David Song...”

Emma Kang moaned, her head bobbing wildly.

David Song's cock swelled beneath his sweatpants.

You little bastard...

I stepped forward, grabbed his sweats, and yanked them down.

Emma Kang lunged the moment she saw it.

She seized his cock and looked at me—then smiled, sweet and knowing.

I nodded.

She opened her mouth wide and took his entire length, beginning to pump fiercely.

“Slurp... smack... smack...”

“Ugh—ahhh!”

They were tangled in a 69, gasping, moaning, lost in each other.

I stared at a scene worth more than money could buy—overcome by a fierce, twisted catharsis.

My friend sucking my wife's cunt. My wife swallowing my friend's cock.

I watched what should've been a nightmare—and I was aroused.

Finally, Emma Kang began to move, slowly lifting her hips from David Song's face.

For a moment, David Song's face reappeared—and he looked at me.

You little bastard. You're aware.

I smiled warmly, gripped my own cock, and nodded reassuringly.

Emma Kang, still holding David Song's cock, glanced at me too.

The two of them—poised at the final threshold—waited for my permission.

“What are you waiting for? Hurry up.”

Emma Kang guided David Song's cock to her entrance, then slowly lowered herself.

“Ahhhh!”

“Ughhh...”

“I can't... it's too good... I'm going crazy!”

“Emma Kang... more... give me more!”

Like lovers reunited, they called each other's names.

“David Song... I'm losing it... so good...”

“Emma Kang... Emma Kang...”

I watched them fuck—wild, unrestrained—and I felt myself unraveling too.

I brought my hard, thick cock to Emma Kang's lips.

She moved up and down on David Song's cock, then took mine into her mouth, gently sucking.

When David Song thrust hard, she'd release my cock with a soft cry.

“Mmm... ugh...”

David Song rolled over, now on top, wrapping his arms around Emma Kang.

He spread her legs wide, aimed his cock at her slit.

“Huh?”

“Ahh!”

With one brutal thrust, David Song's thick cock plunged deep into Emma Kang's pussy.

Then he began to pound her—hard, relentless.

Thud. Thud.

Sometimes slamming into her with full force, sometimes fucking her at a blinding pace, ravaging her cunt.

“Ahhhh! Huh-huh! So good... I'm going crazy!”

Emma Kang writhed violently with every thrust, screaming in ecstasy.

I jerked my cock furiously.

Listening to her moans. The slap of flesh on flesh. I stroked myself wildly.

“Ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh...”

David Song's climax approached.

“Ahhhhhhhh! Uuuugh!”

With a final cry, he collapsed onto Emma Kang's chest, emptying himself deep inside her.

At that moment, I felt my own climax surge—hot, electric.

“Uuuuugh!”

I rushed forward, pressing my cock to Emma Kang's face, and came hard.

She closed her eyes quietly, accepting every drop.

“Hah... hah... hah...”

“I'm sorry, Daniel Park...”

David Song spoke first, still lying on Emma Kang's chest.

“What the hell are you sorry for? We should be the ones apologizing. Bursting in like this.”

“Emma Kang... was it good?”

“Yeah.”

Short. Clear. Perfect.

“Better than me?”

She didn't answer—just smiled faintly.

“Hey... hah... what the hell was that for?”

“You think I came all this way just to cheer you up? Asshole.”

David Song grinned, his face glowing with emotion.

“So? You feeling stronger now?”

“Yeah, man. Thanks. I'm fully recharged.”

Emma Kang, still flushed, quickly slipped into the bathroom.

“Dude... were you out of your mind?”

Only after the bathroom door clicked shut did David Song turn to me, wide-eyed.

“What? You didn't like it?”

“It's not that... I just... how?”

“Don't worry. Once you get married, I'll be coming for your wife too.”

“Damn... that's wild. Felt so good—haven't been with Emma Kang in ages.”

“You just came and your cock's already hard again?”

“Man, I'm losing my mind... Daniel Park. Right after I remarry, I'm sending my wife to you. Let's do it again. Come on?”

“Once or a hundred times—do whatever you want.”

“You better not take it back later.”

“If I were going to, I wouldn't have come tonight, asshole.”

“You're my one and only friend, Daniel Park.”

“I know. So hurry up and get married, then let me taste your wife. Asshole.”

“Don't worry. Soon. I promise.”

David Song clenched his jaw, determined.

His cheekbones jutted sharply beneath his skin.