Chapter 1 — My Husband's Best Friend

"Where's Suk-i's dad?"

"That bastard's at Cho-won's place again..."

Cho-won's was the most notorious entertainment spot in town.

I stroked my husband's best friend Daniel Yoon's hardening cock before taking it into my mouth.

His pulse quickened, the shaft swelling further.

Like a struggling octopus head fighting for its life, his cock writhed inside me.

Just before he could shoot his load, it began releasing a stream of cleansing fluid to flush out the urethra—I pulled off just then.

With my husband's best friend's fingers slick with my wetness, I spread my ass wide and thrust it toward him.

I'd fucked him several times before, but still couldn't bear to take his cock face-to-face from the start.

"Where are the condoms again?"

"Just do it bare."

"Are you sure about no protection?"

I nodded. He smirked, parted my labia, and pushed his cock inside.

Even soaked like rice porridge, my pussy couldn't swallow his cock in one go. He rubbed the tip desperately against my slit, but without my juices, it was no use.

"Ahhh~~ So big!! Ahhh~~ Daniel Yoon, you're always so big!"

For a cock that had just shot its load into a condom three times, his dick remained rock-hard.

Hearing me call him big only made it angrier, and suddenly pre-cum gushed out, drenching his shaft.

When my pussy lips, slick with juice, finally opened like a reluctant gate, his cock twisted clockwise and plunged deep inside.

"Ahhhh~~~"

"Fuck!"

The hands gripping my ass now grabbed one cheek, spreading it wide. He spat on my asshole and slowly massaged it with his thumb, drawing circles.

He was loosening my tight sphincter to shove his cock even deeper.

I tried to relax my pelvic floor, but my body's natural defense against such a massive intrusion was beyond my control.

As my anus slowly opened to accept his thumb, my pussy followed, beginning to part.

The thick shaft, now slick with my juices, slid into my pussy like it was being sucked in.

Once opened, my pussy stopped resisting—instead, it began gripping and sucking his cock like a hungry mouth.

How long did it take until the base? I couldn't tell.

Skin-to-skin, his bare cock felt thick and sticky, stroking every single fold inside me.

Leaving just two finger-widths of the base exposed, the hand that had been massaging my ass now gripped the other cheek and began thrusting in earnest.

His cock, which had been pounding vertically toward my womb, now slid effortlessly through my juice-coated tunnel, tamed by my pussy’s tight grip.

As he buried it to the hilt, his hairy balls slapped against my clit, swollen to the size of a bean.

Grabbing my hips, my husband's best friend started fucking me harder.

Face buried in the pillow, I clutched it helplessly, mouth gaping, barely able to breathe.

I'd lost count of how many times I'd felt this way.

Just as my mind began to blur, his cock twitched violently.

Without a condom, his bare cock was far more sensitive—and cautious.

He nearly lost control, almost shooting his full load deep inside me, but barely held back the surge.

He stopped thrusting, slowly pulled out, and laid me flat on my back.

My pussy, stretched by his massive cock, remained wide open, pink and glistening, unable to return to its original shape—begging for him to fill it again.

But that was it.

His flushed cock tapped my nipples a few times before stopping in front of my face.

All day long he'd been shooting into condoms, heartbroken over wasted cum. I took his cock into my mouth and rolled my tongue around it.

I gripped the shaft, working hard, and his brow furrowed in pain.

Salty flavor spread across my tongue, and finally his cock twitched.

I lifted the base with my tongue and sucked it deep into my throat.

"Uhhhh~~ Uhhhhhh~~"

On the verge of climax, he grabbed my head.

I gently cupped his hairy balls, stroking them, urging him to come.

"Guh, guh, guh..."

Daniel Yoon's cum flooded my mouth, and I held my breath, swallowing it down.

His urethra pulsed over my tongue again and again.

Like a fire hose with the tap shut, his cum tube swelled, then finally flattened—only then did the release stop.

I pulled his cock out, caught my breath, then massaged his hairy shaft and balls, squeezing out every last drop.

A white bead of cum oozed from the tip. I licked it, teasing and sucking.

Even after milking every drop, Daniel Yoon's cock remained rock-hard.

I love this cock—still hard five minutes after emptying itself into my mouth.

The moment it slipped from my lips, it plunged back into my pussy.

I wrapped my legs around Daniel Yoon's waist and screamed in pleasure once more.

It wasn't a big city, but I was born and raised in this town of barely 60,000 people.

After graduating from a junior college near a metropolitan city, I moved to Seoul chasing dreams of rich men from dramas. I wasted three years doing nothing before meeting my current husband and returning to my hometown.

My husband was from here too.

Falling for the fantasy of Seoul women, he moved to the city after finishing his military service. He lasted a year doing worse nonsense than I did, then married a "country girl"—an unfortunate man, perhaps.

My wedding back home was terrible.

The housewarming party was even worse.

I didn't care much about the women my husband had dated before—I'd heard rumors from high school friends, so it wasn't news.

But when they got drunk and openly said,

"Your husband sucks at sex,"

I wanted to kill someone.

Who? That woman?

No—my husband.

Maybe it was pop lyrics that ruined her, or maybe every woman in a small town faces this—I just hated this place.

After months of living as a familiar, dull housewife, I went to a friend-of-a-friend's wedding in Seoul and met a real man.

A rare trip to Seoul.

I was already married, holding my two-year-old daughter, struggling on the subway—no reason to be excited.

Even though I'd only lived in Seoul for a year, I resented my husband for insisting on coming to his friend's wedding.

One drink and men call each other "best friends"—such a strange culture.

Ashamed of my domestic stroller, I carried my daughter the whole way from our village to the Seoul wedding hall.

By the time I arrived, my legs were trembling.

I wore expensive designer heels I'd splurged on during my Seoul days, trying to compensate for my height—exactly between 150 and 160 cm.

After four grueling hours, I reached the venue and immediately collapsed at a restaurant table.

Even though I'd spent two years commuting over three hours daily in Seoul, once back in the countryside, any trip over twenty minutes felt exhausting.

I watched my daughter wander the buffet area with mild annoyance, waiting for my husband.

The restaurant had been empty during the ceremony, but now guests began arriving. One man stood out.

He was undeniably large—any woman could see that.

I'm small, so I've always dreamed of a big man. My husband is taller than me, but among men his age, he's the shortest.

Never go near a small man—they're nothing but trouble.

My daughter started hovering near the big man, and he thought she was adorable. He looked around to see who her mother was—our eyes met.

I instantly turned away. Even now, I don't know why I did that.

As more people flooded in, my husband finally arrived.

"Wow, who's this? I couldn't find you anywhere—where were you?"

He knew the big man.

"Just… couldn't find a seat, so I came straight to the restaurant."

My husband dragged the big man to our table, confirming I was the mother of his daughter.

"I never would've guessed you were the mother."

"What are you talking about? She's clearly a housewife."

I'd never seen the big man at my wedding, so I assumed he wasn't my husband's close friend.

But he'd sent 200,000 won as a wedding gift—enough for my husband to consider him a best friend.

Drinks flowed, and my husband got completely wasted.

It was Friday night—we needed to head back early, but this man who couldn't even fuck properly showed no sign of leaving, downing drink after drink.

Eventually, he passed out.

All the groom's friends were from Seoul—no one else I knew.

"Do you have a place to stay?"

Of course not—we were both country bumpkins.

The big man offered to drive us home.

I only asked him to take us to Seoul Station, but it was nearly midnight, and he insisted on driving us all the way to our village.

My husband and daughter slept in the backseat.

I sat in the passenger seat beside the big man, and we talked the whole way home.

"Why don't you stay over? You can leave tomorrow."

"No, we have to go back now."

I thought he'd head straight back to Seoul.

After showering, exhaustion hit me. I needed sleep—but I didn't want to share a bed with my passed-out, stinking husband. My daughter was sound asleep in her room, so I decided to sleep in the living room.

Looking out the window, I saw the big man's car still parked in the alley.

He'd fallen asleep in his car.

Did he feel my gaze? He opened his eyes—and we locked eyes.

"I told you—you should've stayed."

The big man ended up coming inside my house.

He'd showered, but sleeping beside a drunk husband who stank of alcohol and sprawled noisily across the bed wasn't easy.

I had no choice—I gave the living room to the big man and returned to my husband's side.

Did I doze off? I opened my eyes—it was 4 a.m.

I quietly opened the door and stepped into the living room.

The big man was asleep. Clothes were scattered on the sofa—I saw his pants.

He'd kicked off the blanket, his massive body fully exposed.

Moonlight filled the room—countryside moonlight was especially bright.

Lying down, he looked even larger. My eyes drifted to his underwear—and sure enough, a massive ear of corn was suffocatingly packed inside.

You can't know how full a tent is just by looking from outside, but the size alone was different from my husband's.

I was curious.

What did the big man's cock look like?

During my two years in Seoul, had the curse of the countryside fallen on me? Every man I dated was just another bumpkin.

The dating scene was terrible. I was only introduced to short village men under 170 cm. I never got to taste a real Seoul man before marrying my current husband—my pregnancy ended my dreams.

I pulled down the big man's underwear.

"Oh my!!"

How could it be this big? I was scared. It was too big.

I touched it—it was soft.

"What do I do?"

This man, sensitive enough to wake from my gaze alone, strangely didn't open his eyes.

Even as I fondled his cock, he didn't wake.

My playful side kicked in—I started massaging it.

The corn hardened, the shaft swelling to full size.

I decided to suck it.

I lowered my large ass onto his face and took his cock into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it.

His hot breath tickled my pussy, and just from that, I got wet.

For several minutes, I soothed his cock with my tongue, breathing heavily into my mouth.

Then I felt his tongue on my pussy.

"You should've done this earlier. Why pretend to sleep?"

I parted my labia with my tongue—pussy juice dripped down, covering his nose.

His tongue began licking my clit, now the size of a marble, making my labia flutter wildly.

I moaned. To silence myself, I swallowed his cock deep—shoving it into my throat, I caressed his large, hairy balls. Then his tongue plunged into my pussy, cutting through the wetness.

His nose, soaked in my juices, tickled my asshole.

"Huuuuuuuuu~~~ Huhuhu~~~"

My moans echoed through the living room.

I quickly stuffed his cock back into my mouth and sucked hard.

I couldn't let the family wake up.

Holding that massive cock in my mouth, suppressing my moans—it sent chills through me.

He was trembling too—his face buried deep between my spread ass cheeks, he let out a muffled scream and began shooting his full load into my mouth.

His cock thrashed wildly, spraying cum like a reckless cannon.

I stroked the shaft with my hand, milking every drop into my mouth.

Only when his urethra stopped pulsing did his cock finally calm.

Two people, mouths filled with each other's essence, muffling each other's climaxes—after that, we didn't need words.

He stared at my spread ass, my glistening pussy shining in the moonlight.

Then, as if making a decision, he pulled me up and whispered,

"Let's go to his car."

Then a deep kiss. Our cum and pussy juice finally mixed in our mouths.

Driven by the heat of what was to come, we walked to his car parked in front of my house and filled it with raw, animal heat.

But the car was too cramped to contain the fire burning between us.

At dawn,

on Saturday morning, I served breakfast to my husband, who couldn't fuck to save his life, then left early under the excuse of yesterday's errands—and went straight to the hotel where the big man was staying.

We were fierce, hot, and only returned home late that evening.

The next day, Sunday, I left the house early, pretending to go to church, and spent the day with the big man, fucking everywhere, regardless of place.

Only after the big man left for Seoul could I return home—my pussy still full of his seed.

That entire weekend, my pelvis felt permanently stretched from the massive, scorching sex—and it didn't stop haunting us.

Two people who had synced, become partners.

Affairs are hard to stop.

Anyone who's ever cheated would find it hard to deny.

The first time is the hardest—but once the floodgates open, there's no stopping it.

That Sunday evening, the big man, Daniel Yoon, left for Seoul—and left behind a grotesque object as a "gift."

After our mutual exploration of each other's genitals under moonlit living room, and our opening game in Daniel Yoon's car,

this was, in Daniel Yoon's words, a "cock adaptation training" device.

Just looking at it, the size was clearly not average.

Average cock? Since I'm not a urologist, defining "average" is hard.

But.

I'm a sexy woman to any man. Not tall, but with a small face and great proportions. Even after childbirth, my hips are still wider than my waist. A track athlete in high school, my ass still points skyward—making my thighs thick, though my calves remain slim and long like a teenage girl's.

That's why Daniel Yoon didn't think I was a mother when he first saw me.

Because I'm a bit cute.

Even as I am, I turn men on.

I haven't slept with ten men, but I've seen a few cocks.

Anyway, Daniel Yoon said he was turned on the moment he saw me—my body matched his ideal type perfectly. And since I was another man's wife, he was even more aroused. From listening to married friends gossip, I've learned many men are drawn to taken women. If she has a child, it's the cherry on top. A friend who studied anthropology said men are instinctively attracted to women who've proven their fertility through childbirth—it's natural to want to plant seed in fertile soil.

But parenting is stressful for men, so they don't actually want pregnancy.

How ironic the world is.

Turned on by me because I'm likely to get pregnant—yet doesn't want me to get pregnant? That's men for you.

Anyway, Daniel Yoon's cock is huge—so much so I wonder if he's even Korean. His cock looks different too. He's tall, with a small face, dark skin, and long legs. His back looks almost Black. His hair is tightly curled—clearly, he has African ancestry. Daniel Yoon himself was certain of it. His grandmother was a single mother; his father was Black. His parents live in the U.S., and Daniel Yoon is an American citizen—a high-ranking U.S. military officer stationed in Korea.

Yes, Daniel Yoon wasn't a Seoul man—he was an American man.

Daniel Yoon said he'd suffered greatly in Korea because of his big cock.

After turning 20, he'd only seen American women who turned into hippos—then he saw slim Korean women like me and loved it at first. But the problem was compatibility. Finding a pussy that fit his cock was nearly impossible.

He couldn't even dream of virgins. He'd had a few chances with adventurous girls, but they all found it too painful. The ones who could handle it were too loose, which annoyed him.

Well, humans can't live on food alone—how painful must that have been?

At first, I was offended when he brought that grotesque toy to my pussy. It felt like being a lab experiment. Music played in the car, but the motor's sound annoyed me. Daniel Yoon lavished attention on every part of my body, waiting for the fake cock to settle inside me. I gripped his angry cock, wondering what it would taste like, and began tasting it.

When the fake cock started pushing in and out of my pussy, I bit my lip. My labia stretched, my lips folding inward with the toy—then, when they reappeared, the fake cock began vibrating violently inside me.

The rising motor sound excited me. My pussy, which had hesitated before, now gripped the toy tightly. When I no longer needed to hold it, Daniel Yoon was thrilled. He'd finally found a pussy that fit his cock.

My pussy convulsed, gushing juice. The slippery vibrations grew faster. The fake cock, caught in a whirlpool of my juices, started slipping out—instinctively, I grabbed it. I began pumping it myself, not stopping, nearly losing consciousness.

Later, when I saw a video Daniel Yoon had secretly recorded on his phone, I was shocked.

In the video, I looked like a madwoman to anyone watching—but I felt it. The real me. My moans blending with the music and motor. My face, on the verge of climax.

Me, pumping the fake cock with my own hands while sucking Daniel Yoon's real cock—looking utterly happy.

Seeing my ecstatic expression, Daniel Yoon's cock rose powerfully, jealous, swelling with force.

He snatched the fake cock from me and shoved his living, organic cock deep into my pussy.

"Huuuuuuu~~~ Ahhhh~~~"

The goal was clear.

Daniel Yoon was ecstatic—I could feel it in his powerful thrusts. Pussy juice gushed nonstop, drenching his cock shaft and even his balls.

When his entire shaft disappeared inside me, his hairy balls began slapping my asshole.

Our pubic bones clashing, we raced toward climax.

No—I'd already reached it. Still riding the peak, my breath grew ragged, but his thrusts didn't stop.

The car shook violently, like an earthquake, and Daniel Yoon started saying strange things.

"I'm cumming."

"You on the pill?"

"Huh? Why English? Fuck, I don't understand a word."

Remembering something I'd seen, I responded in fake English:

"Oya! Oye!~~ Fuck me, fuck me please!"

Later, I learned

Daniel Yoon had asked if I was on birth control—and I'd said yes.

"Good."

He gave me a thumbs-up and shot his load deep inside me.

Ecstatic, Daniel Yoon laughed. I just grimaced and shouted,"Oh no!"

"That was great."

Daniel Yoon was truly happy. But then he saw my face and realized something was wrong.

Only then did he understand.

"What's done is done. When can we fuck again?"

Though fluent, Daniel Yoon was American.

I reassured him it was fine—no need to worry about pregnancy, I just wanted to be careful.

When can we fuck again?

"Any call."

If Daniel Yoon wanted me, I was always ready. Aye!

I gave him my old phone number in broken English.

Even with the Konglish, he understood perfectly.

"Call anytime."

He grinned, showing white teeth—cute.

"I'm gonna fuck it whenever I want."

Sniffing my pussy's scent, Daniel Yoon murmured softly.

"Whenever I want, I'll shove my cock into this pussy."

Daniel Yoon stayed at a hotel near the metropolitan city, and all weekend, I came and went.

No condoms, no birth control—we indulged in each other's bodies, and I still don't regret it.

When he left for Seoul, Daniel Yoon gave me the fake cock and politely asked me to train with it every day.

Even now, I train my pussy daily, hoping to see Daniel Yoon again.

Or perhaps, I'm waiting for even bigger men from a wider world—and with that, my life has taken one more dynamic step forward.