Chapter 1 — My Wife's Friend

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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I'd married at twenty-eight and had a beautiful wife and daughter.

My wife was stunning—gorgeous, with a great figure. She'd started running a small convenience store early in life, driven by financial hardship, and handled everything on her own. But there was one flaw: she lacked charm. She had feelings, but never expressed them. In bed, she was passive—never bold or passionate. I was deeply unsatisfied with her sexually.

At the time, I worked as a private taxi driver. After graduating high school with no clear direction, my parents bought me a car. In our town, taxis didn't cruise for passengers. Instead, drivers waited at the garage until someone called. So when there were no calls, I'd just park and idle.

Right in front of the taxi garage was a chicken restaurant run by my wife's friend.

Whenever I had downtime or my shift hadn't started, I'd often wander over, grab a cold drink, and kill time.

Her name was Emma Hwajung. Not particularly beautiful, she had short hair, a tall, slender frame, and a curvy, alluring figure that clearly drew men's attention. She was twenty-eight, married early, with two daughters. Her husband was ten years older than her—and prone to drinking and petty arguments.

That day was a bright, sunny spring afternoon.

A group of my wife's friends had rented a van and invited us to the seaside. They asked me to drive, so I joined them.

I sat in the driver’s seat. All the women piled into the back, and Emma Hwajung, claiming she got carsick, sat beside me.

She wore tight jeans and a clingy top that revealed every curve of her body. Her plump, round ass—so tempting I wanted to mount it right then—made me fantasize about tearing off her pants and groping her freely.

Finally, we set off.

Upbeat music played. In the back, the women cracked open cans of beer, laughing and chattering wildly.

After a while, Emma Hwajung suddenly gasped, "Oh my god, oh my god!"

She pointed out the window. A man by the roadside was deliberately pissing toward us, his black cock dangling and swinging as he peed.

One of my wife's other friends, Claire Mijung, snapped, "Crazy bastard, what's he think he's doing?"

But Emma Hwajung just giggled, brushing it off.

Rumors about her weren't good. Some said her husband couldn't satisfy her in bed, that she'd been seen sneaking into love motels with other men. But no one had ever confirmed anything.

Sometimes, the way she flirted with her eyes made me think she'd already had her share of lovers.

Sitting beside me—her full breasts, her tight jeans straining over her thick ass, the soft mound visible above her waistband—I couldn't help but imagine what lay beneath. A dark, wet pussy?

Just thinking about it made my cock stiffen uncontrollably, tenting the front of my pants.

In the back, the women were busy gossiping about their husbands, laughing loudly. Luckily—or maybe not—Emma Hwajung glanced at my crotch and smirked faintly.

She leaned closer.

"The music's over. Let me switch the tape. Just focus on driving, David."

She changed the cassette but made no move to return to her seat. Instead, she glanced back.

The women in the back were lost in their own world. My wife, already tipsy, was chattering away.

Then, Emma Hwajung's left hand brushed lightly against the bulge in my pants—just a quick, fleeting touch before she pulled away.

My breath caught. My cock throbbed, ready to burst through the fabric. But I couldn't do anything here.

We spent the day at the East Sea, eating fresh sashimi and enjoying the ocean view.

But my mind was fixed on Emma Hwajung.

She gave no sign of noticing.

On the way back…

We stopped at a chicken soup restaurant for dinner, then turned on the karaoke machine and danced wildly.

While dancing, I casually brushed my hand against her ass—once, twice.

She only flicked her eyes at me, not resisting.

When we left the room, my wife and her friends went ahead. Emma Hwajung was last.

I followed right behind her. In that moment, I felt I could do anything.

Seizing the chance, I grabbed her tight ass from behind with one hand.

She flinched slightly but only glanced sideways—no protest.

My wife and her friends, exhausted, unfolded the rear seats and fell asleep.

Emma Hwajung, again using motion sickness as an excuse, sat beside me in the passenger seat.

When oncoming headlights lit up the car, I caught glimpses of her face.

Was she flushed from the alcohol we'd drunk at dinner? Or from what I'd done? Her cheeks were burning.

I decided to take a risk.

With my left hand, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock—already hard and throbbing through the hole in my underwear.

Emma Hwajung's eyes widened.

I was well-endowed—about fifteen centimeters long, thicker than average. My wife had never complained about our sex life, at least in that regard.

Seeing my massive cock twitching in front of her, Emma Hwajung's excitement was obvious.

Knowing my wife and her friends were asleep in the back only made me harder.

I gripped the steering wheel with my right hand, driving, while my left hand slowly stroked my exposed cock back and forth.

My arousal peaked.

Masturbating right in front of my wife's friend was intensely thrilling.

At first, she pretended not to look. But soon, whenever headlights passed, she stared openly.

I gripped the head and slowly shook it.

Then, Emma Hwajung turned slightly, pretending to chat with the women in the back, and moved closer to me.

Her right hand reached behind, brushing against my cock.

Ah!

My heart stopped.

Her delicate fingers gently wrapped around my thick shaft. I nearly moaned aloud.

She kept her face turned away, pretending to talk, while secretly gripping and stroking her friend's husband's cock.

I couldn't hold back. I was at my limit.

I clamped my left hand over the head.

Urk. Urk. Urk.

More cum than I'd ever released gushed out.

It wouldn't stop.

Her hand, still gripping my cock, was soaked with my thick semen.

She straightened up, pulled out a tissue, and pretended to wipe her mouth—quickly cleaning her hand before stuffing the tissue into her pocket.

Her movements were calm, natural.

Then she quietly pulled out a few more tissues and slipped them to me.

My cock still twitched, oozing the last drops.

And just like that, the day ended.

The next day, I went to her chicken shop as usual, acting like nothing had happened.

Emma Hwajung greeted me normally.

"I've been wanting to buy you a drink," she said. "But Claire Mijung's mom can't drink, so I never get the opportunity."

"You buy first. I'll sit with you even if I don't drink. When will you do it? Hmm?"

"Tonight. Right now."

"Got it. I'll call you later."

I waited all evening for her call.

She closed early and phoned.

We went to a karaoke room thirty kilometers from our town, ordered canned beers, and sang.

She wasn't a big drinker, but her face was flushed and glowing.

After a while, I boldly drove us to a motel.

I took her hand and walked in. She followed without resistance.

As soon as we entered the room, I pulled her into my arms from behind.

"Ah!" she gasped.

I pushed her onto the bed, tore off her pants without hesitation.

She wore white panties.

I yanked them off too.

She covered her face with both hands.

I spread her legs wide.

Her dark, glistening pussy was wide open.

To truly enjoy wild sex, shame and inhibition had to go.

So I grabbed her legs, spread them wide, and pushed them back until her ass lifted—her most shameful parts fully exposed.

Emma Hwajung's pussy lay bare.

Beneath it, her dark anus slightly puckered into view.

Juices oozed from her pussy, dripping down and wetting her anus.

Without hesitation, I buried my face between her legs and sucked.

"Oh my god… Ah, I don't know…"

Her pussy wasn't heavily haired, and despite no recent washing, it didn't smell—she must've prepared, anticipating this.

Below her slit, her clit was huge—twice the size of an average woman's. Her swollen, bright-red bud looked like a sparrow's beak, fully exposed.

I flicked my tongue against it, rolling it gently.

"Ah, Mom! Ah, don't!"

Emma Hwajung cried out in ecstasy.

How could she not? Exposed in the most shameful position to her friend's husband, her ass, pussy, and asshole on full display—while I sucked her.

I sucked her swollen clit fiercely, then licked the strip between her pussy and anus with my tongue.

Her anus twitched visibly.

I pressed my tongue against it, licking slowly.

Pdeuk!

She jolted like a fish on a hook.

The pleasure must've been overwhelming. Her friend's husband was licking her most private, shameful spot.

"Ah! Baby, stop! Please, stop!"

She said no, but I had no intention of stopping.

After relentlessly teasing her pussy and anus, my cock was throbbing wildly, desperate for release.

Naturally, I guided her into a 69 position.

As I sucked her pussy, I lay beneath her and guided my fully erect cock toward her mouth.

Swoosh.

Before I knew it, she had taken my thick cock into her mouth and was sucking hard.

The sensation was incredible. My wife wasn't good at blowjobs.

But this—my wife's friend sucking me—was electrifying.

Not to be outdone, I kept sucking her pussy, then looked up.

Her brown asshole twitched above her pussy, pulsing with desire.

With both hands free, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart.

Her anus opened slightly, revealing its red inner flesh.

I pressed my tongue against it and sucked.

"Ahh! Mom, I'm going crazy… Ahhh…"

She screamed in ecstasy.

As if repaying me, she sucked my cock wildly.

Slurp. Slurp. Her mouth made strange, wet sounds as she worked.

She flicked her tongue around the tip, gripped the shaft with her hand, sucked the base, even gently sucked my balls—her skill far beyond amateur.

I nearly came right then.

I flipped back on top, my massive cock now poised at the entrance of her wet, dripping pussy.

"Ah… hurry… please… hurry, baby…"

She was calling me "baby," urging me to thrust.

I finally pushed my cock deep into her soaked, slippery pussy.

"Ahh! Mom, I don't know… I don't know…"

Her pussy was so aroused that my cock slid in without resistance.

"I've always wanted to take you like this. God, you feel amazing, Emma Hwajung."

"You're bad. Is it okay to fuck your wife's friend's pussy like this? You're a bad man. But… since when did you want me?"

"Since the first time I saw you."

"You thief! So every time you saw me, you wanted to fuck me?"

"Yeah. Every time I saw you, I thought about your ass. I wondered what your pussy would taste like. I thought about it all the time. And damn, your pussy tastes incredible."

I deliberately used crude, provocative words, whispering them into her ear.

"Really? You like me more than Sarah?"

Sarah was my wife's name.

"Yeah. Your pussy tastes much better. It's like a virgin's. How can a woman who's given birth still be this tight? You've taken great care of this pussy."

I lied smoothly, feeding her ego.

"I had C-sections, so…"

She said it proudly.

"But… is this okay?"

"We're already here. My cock's buried in your pussy. Doesn't it feel amazing? Ah…"

I thrust deeper, whispering in her ear.

I spread her legs wide, slipped my hands under her ass, and thrust while rubbing her anus gently.

Her ass crack was already slick with her own pussy juice.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

I brushed my ring finger against her anus, and she nearly screamed.

"Ahh! I'm coming… Ah… it's coming… Ah… Mom…"

Her eyes rolled back, her body trembling—clearly overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm.

I couldn't wait either.

With my ring finger, I pushed deep into her asshole.

"Ahh! Baby… Mom… Mom…"

She gasped, shocked by the sudden penetration.

At that moment, my cock erupted.

Jet after jet of thick cum flooded her pussy.

So much came out—more than ever.

She clung to me, arms trembling, gripped by another intense climax.

Later…

"Baby… I thought I was going to die. That was incredible…"

She smiled softly.

After that, things got easier.

Emma Hwajung started contacting me first.

We met at a quiet, cabin-style ribs restaurant in town.

We ate lunch in a private wooden room.

The owner wouldn't come unless called.

We enjoyed beef short ribs and waited for cold noodles.

After finishing the noodles, Emma Hwajung leaned close.

Without warning, she unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard, dark cock, and started sucking.

Ah! So exciting.

My cock throbbed wildly.

Emma Hwajung wore a stylish mini-skirt and a tight top.

My wife's friend sucking my cock in a restaurant—my mind was blank.

Her ass lifted slightly as I knelt.

I reached over and touched it—almost bare.

I turned her slightly—she was wearing a scandalous thong.

Her ass was nearly exposed.

I slipped my hand into her panties—her pussy was soaked.

The front of her panties was drenched, like a wet rag.

I pulled the string aside. Between her ass cheeks, her dark, wrinkled anus peeked out.

So beautiful. My arousal peaked.

I licked it lightly with my tongue.

"Ahh! Mom!" she gasped.

But she was still nervous. We couldn't do this here.

I believed real orgasms only came from relaxed, comfortable sex.

"Let's go. Not here."

I took Emma Hwajung to a quiet motel in the suburbs.

As soon as we entered, we undressed without hesitation.

My cock was already throbbing.

Emma Hwajung gently gripped it with one hand.

The head was already slick with pre-cum, slightly slippery.

"I'll shower first."

She swayed her big ass and walked to the bathroom.

After I finished showering and came out, Emma Hwajung lay on the bed.

I lay beside her, kissed her firm breasts, sucked her nipples with my tongue.

Then I moved down, grabbed her ankles, and flipped her completely—her legs spread wide, knees near her head.

Her pussy, slit vertically, and her dark anus faced the ceiling.

Juices dripped from her pussy, wetting her twitching asshole and the area between.

I buried my mouth in her pussy.

"Hnngh! Mom… I don't know…"

I sucked and licked her trembling pussy and asshole mercilessly.

The tangy scent, the pulsing asshole—I was in heaven.

Soon, I guided her into another 69.

She grabbed my slick, thick, blunt cock and sucked hard.

Having my wife's friend suck me was maddeningly good.

I kept my cock in her mouth and used my free hands to pull her thighs toward my face.

"Mmm!"

Her ass lifted, her pussy and asshole fully exposed to me.

"Ah, don't… it's embarrassing…"

I placed a pillow under her ass. Now her pussy and anus were completely open.

I sucked and licked fiercely.

She sucked my cock hard, bobbing her head.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

I guided my throbbing cock to her wet, glistening pussy.

"Ah, it's too big… your thing is too big. It might tear me. Baby, go slow…" she pleaded.

I thrust my baseball-bat-sized cock deep into her pussy.

"Ah! Baby, slow… Ah… it feels so good…"

"Baby… Ah… Mom… Ah… it feels like you're pounding me with a bat…"

I pumped mercilessly.

"Ah… Ah… Baby, slow… Ah…"

After thrusting hard for a while, I flipped her over.

Quick to understand, she immediately got on all fours, raised her big ass high, pressed her head to the floor, and swayed her hips.

I admired her big ass from behind, then grabbed her cheeks and pulled them wide apart.

There—her pussy hole, red and swollen from my cock, pulsed, begging for more.

Above it, her pretty, shy asshole twitched.

I pressed my tongue to her anus and licked slowly.

"Ah… Baby, don't… just hurry… please… hurry…"

I thrust my cock deep into her pussy.

"Ah… Mom… Mom… I don't know…"

Emma Hwajung moaned, shaking her plump ass.

With my cock, I pounded her long, split pussy.

With my middle finger, I coated it in her slippery juices and gently pressed it against her tightly closed asshole.

"Ah! Ah… don't… Baby, that's too much… I don't want… How can you do both? Don't… Hmm?"

I thrust my bat-like cock into her pussy while pushing my finger deep into her anus.

Her pussy gushed fluid, clenching around my cock.

Her asshole twitched in unison.

"Ah… Baby, it feels so good…"

"But have you ever done it here?"

"Where? My ass? Ah… don't… If you shove that thing in, I'll tear and die."

"It won't. Can't I just try once, slowly?"

"No… I've never done it… Don't… Your cock is too big. My anus will tear…"

"What about just fingers? Or when I lick it?"

"No… fingers are okay. When you licked it, it felt amazing… But the thought of you putting that in… I'm scared… Will it be okay?"

I didn't miss this chance. Emma Hwajung was scared—but deep down, curious about anal sex.

"It's okay. I'll go very slow. If it hurts too much, just say so. I won't force it. Okay?"

"I don't know… I'm scared… But… go slow. Really slow. Promise?"

The moment she said that, my cock swelled even larger.

Throbbing. Pulsing. Out of control.

I spread her ass cheeks and gently sucked her tightly closed anus with my tongue.

I coated her anus with spit, then inserted my finger, slowly twisting to stretch the hole.

When her anus began to adjust, I brought my cock to her mouth.

She opened wide and sucked my dark, thick cock fiercely.

Slurp. Slurp. Strange sounds came from her mouth. My cock was soaked in her saliva, drool dripping from the tip.

I grabbed my dripping cock and pressed it gently against her anus.

Flinch.

Her asshole sensed it, reacting sensitively.

I gripped her ass cheeks harder, pulling them wide.

Her anus opened, revealing a pink hole.

I pushed forward—firmly, but not too roughly.

Lubricated by saliva, the tip slipped in easily.

"Ah! Ah… it hurts! Ah… Ah…"

Emma Hwajung arched forward, trying to pull away.

I grabbed her waist and pushed deeper.

"Does it hurt a lot? It'll be okay… Ah… it feels so good… Baby, should we stop?" I asked.

"No… stay like this… Ah… I like it… but it feels strange…"

I spat more saliva to lubricate, then pushed deeper.

"Ah… it hurts… Ah… too much… Don't… please…"

But if I stopped now, I might never do this again.

I gripped her waist and thrust fully.

"Ah! Mom, it's tearing… Baby… Ah… my asshole feels like it's ripping… Please… stop… please…"

I froze, unable to move.

But through my cock buried in her ass, I felt her tremors.

Twitch. Clench. Twitch.

It was more intense than I'd imagined.

I couldn't hold back. Emma Hwajung's almost crying moans.

The pressure of her clenching ass—against my will, I came.

Jet after jet of thick cum flooded her tight, gripping asshole.

"I don't know… Oh my god, this can't be real…"

Feeling my cum in her ass, Emma Hwajung seemed to experience a powerful climax.

Her asshole clenched mercilessly.

More cum poured out. Endless.

I emptied every drop into her ass.

Finally, spent, I collapsed forward, my cock still buried in her anus.

Emma Hwajung's eyes were glazed. She lay still, not bothering to wipe the cum dripping down.

The more I looked, the more beautiful she seemed.

After the storm passed, she smiled faintly.

"If Sarah finds out, we're dead."

I gently covered her lips with my finger.

"But I think I'd die if I couldn't see you."

"Same for me. I've never felt this way before."

Maybe she was just saying it to please me. But it didn't matter.

Since then, we've kept our secret—a bond only we know—and still live, calm and unchanged, as if nothing ever happened.