Chapter 1 — My Wife and 3S

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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Daniel Lee had been working in marketing for a decade, and his wife Emma had her own career in graphic design—they'd built a comfortable life together in their Seoul apartment. It was during this phase of their marriage that they decided to explore something new together.

He received an email from someone living in the city who wanted to get in touch with them.

They exchanged messages for several days, gradually becoming closer, until finally they decided to meet.

Thomas Kim was a sharp type—very different from the last man. From the start, he was aggressively forward.

They began with drinks, and as they sat together, he sat beside Emma. At first, he glanced at Daniel cautiously while lightly touching her breasts, then moved his hand down to her thighs.

Daniel pretended not to notice, drinking from across the table. After about two hours, she started to get slightly drunk.

Thomas, too, seemed more emboldened by the alcohol, and grew even more aggressive with Emma.

Wanting to grow even closer, they moved to a karaoke room. They'd had their fill of drinking, and singing together made the mood electric. When it was Daniel's turn, he deliberately chose a blues song.

Just as he expected, Thomas pulled Emma into his arms and began dancing the blues, slowly lifting her skirt up to her waist.

Her white panties and bare buttocks were exposed. She tried to pull her skirt back down, but he swiftly yanked her panties off completely.

She looked flustered, as if trying to sit down on the couch—but instead, he held her from behind.

She awkwardly thrust her hips back toward him. Daniel was stunned. Thomas was so aggressive, he began to feel uneasy.

But Thomas didn't care. He kept caressing her ass, holding her tight from behind as they danced the blues again.

This time, Emma seemed to regain her composure and danced along. But then he suddenly pulled her skirt completely off.

Now she stood there—blouse still on, but completely naked beneath.

Yet this time, she didn't seem to mind at all. Suddenly, she dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock.

He just stood there, waiting. His cock was bigger than Daniel had expected.

Without hesitation—unlike last time—she took it into her mouth and began sucking, kneeling before him.

Daniel stopped singing and just watched. Then Thomas said, "Brother, why don't you go first?"

Emma stood up and turned, presenting her ass to Daniel. He guided her to the back of the karaoke room, to a shadowed corner, and entered her from behind.

Her pussy was already soaked. But no matter how many times he's had it, Emma's pussy always feels warm, delicious—this time was no exception.

Thomas closed his eyes tightly, clearly enjoying himself. Then suddenly, his phone rang. It was his wife.

He told her he was out with a friend. Meanwhile, Emma was sucking his cock. ^^

After about ten minutes of mutual touching and pleasure in the karaoke room, Thomas suggested they move to a love motel.

They relocated, and the real sex party began.

When he stripped completely, his cock looked even larger. Emma gave a satisfied smile and lay down on the bed.

Thomas gestured for Daniel to go first. He told him he'd rather watch—so Thomas should go ahead.

He hesitated, asking if it was really okay, then approached Emma. He began touching her pussy with his hand, slowly caressing her body all over.

Daniel felt a pang of jealousy. But Emma couldn't wait any longer—she stood up, pushed him onto the bed, and straddled his stomach. She placed his cock at her entrance and began grinding slowly, dancing on top of him.

She wasn't what you'd call a stunning beauty, but in that moment, she looked incredibly alluring.

After a brief pause, she sank down completely onto his cock. His thick shaft vanished inside her in an instant.

She moaned loudly, rocking her hips. From behind, the sight was obscene—arousing beyond words.

I'll skip ahead a bit—too intense to recount every moment.

They took turns coming—inside her pussy, in her mouth, on her chest—flooding her with cum.

Then they fell asleep. Daniel doesn't know how long it was, but it must have been hours.

He woke up to a slight movement of the bed—and found Emma and Thomas fucking right beside her.

She was trying not to make noise, quietly taking his cock, as if afraid he'd catch her. But when Thomas said something, she sat up.

Then the two of them quietly slipped into the bathroom. Daniel was angry—but even more aroused. Such a confusing mix of emotions.

From inside the bathroom came loud, rhythmic thumping. Clearly, they were going at it hard.

A moment later, he heard a sound—was it a moan? A scream? He couldn't tell.

This was nothing like their usual sex. Curious, he peeked slightly through the door—and couldn't believe his eyes.

Thomas had seated Emma on the toilet and was shoving the beer bottle they'd drunk from deep into her pussy.

Daniel grew even angrier—until he saw Emma's face. In that instant, his anger vanished, replaced by overwhelming arousal.

He'd never seen her like this before.

He ruthlessly rammed the bottle into her pussy. She writhed, howling like a wild animal, gushing an incredible amount of fluid from her soaked pussy.

At first, he thought she was peeing—but looking closer, he realized it was pussy juice.

She screamed without shame, lost in ecstasy. Then Thomas called out to him, "Come in."

He must have known Daniel was watching.

When he entered, Emma looked startled. "Honey, I'm sorry," she said.

He told her it was okay—and asked, "Doesn't your pussy hurt?"

She smiled and said, "I've never felt anything this good before."

They'd never done anything like this. She laughed brightly, saying, "Now I finally feel like I'm really having sex."

Thomas was a true pro. He learned a lot that night.^^

He filled the bathtub with warm water and told Emma to get in. As she stepped in, he gently massaged her pussy with his hand.

She smiled blissfully, then turned to him and whispered, "Thank you."

When she stepped out, he had her grip the bathroom sink. Then he filled the beer bottle with water and shoved it deep into her pussy.

Then, holding her to his side, he told Daniel to pour water from the bottle into her pussy. Then he instructed her to clench tightly so none would leak out.

It was a twisted, perverted act—but she did it, even as she blushed with embarrassment.

When he pulled the bottle out, water slowly trickled from her pussy. He made her spread wide, then thrust his thick cock deep inside.

Instantly, she convulsed—and gushed a stream of water from her pussy.

It was an astonishing sight.

She kept coming, drenched in water, moaning how good it felt as she took his cock.

Even now, just remembering it gets him hard. Since then, Emma often talks about that man. He feels a bit jealous—but Thomas really was something special.

She even said she'd like to do it one more time.

But they never met him again—just as they'd agreed at the beginning.

To Thomas, thank you for giving us such a remarkable experience.

I hope you live a happy life.