Chapter 1 — My Friend's Anne Is a Divorcée

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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My buddy called me on his phone.

He said something good was going down tonight and told me to keep the evening free. Of course, I cleared my schedule.

I've been married for six years and still love my wife deeply. I occasionally stray, but only physically.

Am I a bad person?

After work, we met at a sushi restaurant—my buddy, me, his girlfriend Jeong-hee, and her friend. Naturally, the friend was a woman too.

We exchanged awkward greetings and downed slices of sea bass sashimi with Chamisul soju.

Of course, raw fish goes best with soju.

I'd only met Jeong-hee once before today.

She was 36. (I'm 34.)

But at that age, a body like hers was rare.

My friend was still single, claiming he had no plans to marry. Lately, he said, he preferred women his age—or slightly older—over younger girls.

Seems friends think alike. I'd been feeling the same way lately.

He introduced me to her friend.

Sarah Shin, 34, about 165cm tall, around 50kg.

He said she was a junior he knew.

She was divorced too. Birds of a feather, I guess.

But my eyes kept drifting to Jeong-hee.

Sarah was attractive, sure—but why was I so drawn to Jeong-hee's body?

The clock struck 11, and we were already on our sixth bottle of soju.

The mood was pleasantly buzzed. Jeong-hee suggested we go to a nightclub or karaoke.

Tonight, karaoke won by popular vote. Ding ding ding!

In front of the flashy multi-screen display, I belted out a classic ballad by a classic Korean ballad singer. (That was my song, by the way.^^)

Everyone stood up, swaying and dancing.

Suddenly, quiet Sarah climbed onto the table.

Damn, going full wild club style out of nowhere!

Jeong-hee moved in front of me, hips swaying in a slow grind.

I couldn't back down—I started moving with her.

A spark ignited between us.

Her hand slid down my chest, lower and lower, past my navel, brushing over my crotch. I nearly lost it.

My buddy was grinning like an idiot, clearly turned on.

(He loved this kind of vibe—everyone involved, no holding back.)

After a few dance tracks, Jeong-hee pulled up a singer's a nostalgic 90s song.

Sarah instinctively leaned into my arms.

My buddy pressed against Jeong-hee from behind, grinding wildly.

Drunk on Sarah's perfume, my cock stirred.

She seemed to enjoy the sensation, pressing even closer.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips brushing my ear.

"Thanks to my noona, meeting you was so much fun."

I puffed up proudly.

"I'm having a great time too, Sarah. You're a real beauty."

She laughed and hugged me tighter. I was scared my cock might burst right then.^^

An hour later, leaving karaoke, Sarah suggested we go to her place for one more drink. Everyone agreed.

At her small apartment, we unpacked our alcohol stash. A bottle of whiskey appeared from her cabinet. We played truth or dare over drinks.

Jeong-hee said she wasn't feeling well and headed to the bathroom.

My buddy followed right after. (That bastard—so sharp when it counts!)

Now it was just her and me, clinking glasses.

We chatted about this and that, when suddenly, moans came from the small bedroom. My buddy must've started already.

Trying to ease the awkwardness, I turned on the stereo and took her hand.

Blues music filled the room. The first time I'd done something like this since my wife.

She told me she'd been divorced about a year. One daughter, seven years old, staying with her mother. She ran a small clothing shop.

Suddenly, her lips found mine.

Mine parted instinctively, welcoming her.

Her tongue—sweet, skillful, relentless. I felt like mine might get sucked out.

My hands wandered to her hips.

She stroked my cock through my pants.

I went for her breasts. For a 34-year-old, they were still firm.

She expertly unbuckled my belt. I pulled her skirt off.

Now only in underwear.

She took my cock into her mouth. Was this heaven?

After five minutes of expert oral, I laid her on the bed.

I intended to return the favor—fully.

Once we were completely naked, I explored her folds. She cried out sharply.

"Hah! Hah! Baby, I'm going crazy. Stop… I want to feel you inside me."

Guess Sarah hadn't been touched in a while.

My cock slid smoothly into her. Not especially tight, but satisfying enough.

I thrust hard and steady. Changed positions—doggy style.

"Ah~~~h. I've never felt like this before, baby."

She was close to orgasm.

I gripped her hips tightly, slamming into her harder.

Then, the sweet release. (That's the feeling!)

She carefully wiped my cock clean. Then gently bit the tip of my glans.

"You know, I just came back from Hong Kong."

"Oh yeah?"

I felt like a proud warrior.

She looked reluctant, took my cock back into her mouth.

Maybe because it was my first time with a stranger, or maybe she was just that good—but my cock stirred again. Huh?

She coated the entire area around my cock with saliva.

Satisfied with the preparation, she climbed on top.

Expertly, she guided me inside.

Her back arched like a bow. With every expression, every roll of her hips, she moved like a wild thing.

Primal sounds filled the room as we burned through the night once more.

"Baby, I'm coming again. I'll ruin your cock."

"Go ahead. Thank you." (My cock, officially praised—now even more arrogant!)

Switched to spooning position.

The second round lasted longer.

After about thirty minutes of deep thrusting, she was nearly unconscious.

Then, a powerful second climax.

Around 5 a.m., I slipped out quietly.

Raced home like the wind ~~~~~~~~~

Thankfully, my wife was still asleep.

Next day, when she asked when I got home, I said 2 a.m.—and passed without suspicion.

I felt guilty toward my trusting wife. (Honey, I love you!)