Chapter 1 — Office Wife

In the same workplace, when a man and a woman are as close as a married couple—yet not married—people often describe it like this.

There’s a sense of something brewing, a push-and-pull like a romantic chase. They fight, they reconcile, dancing in that ambiguous space between friendship and something far more intimate.

Some say this kind of relationship can deliver a sensation rivaling orgasm.

That’s exactly what I had with Sarah Lee—our desks side by side, our bond like that of an office wife.

We shared drinks after work, talking about things we could never say at home—our worries, our dark jokes—exchanging secret, sticky glances that simmered beneath the surface.

Then came one bold word, one reckless moment of courage, and we found ourselves stepping into a motel room.

I was a section chief, two years into my marriage, and lately, my husband and I had been clashing constantly—especially with his family. Women like me, worn thin by marital strain, often become vulnerable to temptation. And today… today was that day.

Without a shred of guilt, we stripped off our clothes.

Seeing her in just a white bra and pantyhose, the white panties beneath glowing faintly against her skin, I couldn’t resist. I had to touch.

“Come here.”

I buried my face between her pantyhose-covered thighs, rubbing my cheek against the smooth, silken fabric. The sensation was indescribable—soft, warm, melting through my entire body.

“Ah~~~”

I remembered her saying how infrequent sex had become with her husband, how her most sensitive spot was her ass. My hands slid over her buttocks, drawing slow circles. Heat pulsed through the fabric, radiating from between her legs.

I glanced down—her pantyhose was damp. The subtle teasing at the bar must’ve turned her on.

“You’ve been wet since earlier? Good… I didn’t know Sarah Lee was this juicy.”

“Where do you think I— Ah…”

“You’re emotional. Tender-hearted. People like that tend to be wetter.”

“Pfft… lying… Ah…”

I slid my hand forward, fingers pressing against the front of her panties. The swollen lips of her pussy throbbed beneath the fabric, pulsing against my fingertips.

I pressed firmly. She groaned low and thick, her hips jerking back, grinding her ass into my face.

Sitting on the bed, she stood in front of me, letting me worship her with my mouth. She tossed her long hair over her shoulder with one arm, swaying her hips lewdly—like she hadn’t been touched in ages.

I ran my hands up her pantyhose-clad thighs, then hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties. Slowly, I began rolling them down, inch by inch, exposing her flesh.

There’s something deeply arousing for a woman when the last barrier—the final piece of cloth—is peeled away by another man’s hands.

No, this can’t happen… I shouldn’t…
Yet the thrill of secret sex makes the heart race, the excitement doubling.

When the pantyhose clung just above her hips, I deliberately slowed. I dragged my fingertips along the rolled fabric, letting her feel the cool air on her heated skin, the inner lining brushing down as it peeled away.

The relief of release after a day of suffocating pressure—like finally breathing free—made her buttocks tremble, her breath heaving. She inhaled sharply through her ass, sucking the air in as if drawing pleasure straight from her anus.

The tighter the grip, the stronger the suction. The wetness on her panties darkened, spreading.

Once the pantyhose reached her ankles, she carefully stepped out, tossing them aside. My hands slid up her sides, between bra and panties, stroking her waist, then gripping hard. I yanked her panties down, pressing my face between her ass cheeks, grinding my nose and chin into the soaked fabric at the base of her pussy.

“Ahht~~~”

The realization hit her—she was being taken by a coworker. The thought of just this once must’ve been spinning wildly in her head.

I tugged her white panties aside to check how wet she was. She twisted her hips, trying to escape—but it only made her look cuter.

“Zzaak!”

I slapped her ass once, sharply, then yanked the panties down completely. I pulled her onto my lap, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I tugged the soaked panties off her feet with force, flinging them aside with a thwack. Then I grabbed her bare breasts through her bra, pulling her close. I pressed my face into her chest, groaning low as she writhed on my thighs, her bare ass grinding against me.

The more she squirmed, the more I slowed down.

I kissed her back with wet, smacking sounds, gripping her shoulders and pulling them down. Naturally, her face tilted toward my lips.

As our mouths met, my hands reached behind her back, unhooking her bra. Tak—it sprang loose. She lifted her ripe breasts with both hands, letting the bra slide down her arms. Then she grabbed my hand and pressed it onto her warm, heavy tits.

We tumbled onto the bed, rolling, our hot bodies pressing together. Her hand reached behind me, pulling my underwear down from the back.

I lifted my hips, using my feet to kick off the last barrier. Naked now, my hard cock sprang out, thrust into her hand.

She looked at it, then back at me.

“You’re wet too.”

I smeared pre-cum across my palm, rubbing it over my shaft, testing its hardness.

She liked what she felt. Wrapping her legs around my torso, she squeezed her thighs together, grinding against me.

Thwack, thwack.

I slapped her ass hard between her spread legs. “More,” she gasped. “Harder!”

My own ass was sensitive, so I placed her hands on my buttocks. She gripped them like she’d been waiting for this moment, digging her fingers in, scratching with her nails.

I wouldn’t lose. I grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly in my large hands, pounding them hard. Both holes—hers and mine—seemed to breathe, pulsing with life, gasping for air.

Slap! Zzaak! Slap! Slap!!

For a while, the room echoed with the sound of us slapping each other’s asses. But neither of us was satisfied.

“Weak,” she said, looking up at me with disappointment.

“Want something more exciting?”

I turned her over, making her kneel on all fours, lifting her ass high behind her.

I rolled her plump, well-trained ass in my hands, teasing. I spat, letting the saliva trail down.

“Too lukewarm,” she said, shaking her hips.

I smeared the spit across her entire ass with my palm, soaking it thoroughly. Then, with all my strength, I swung my arm and slapped.

Thud.

Her flesh jiggled in waves, damp and responsive. The sound was thick, meaty—the perfect feedback of well-hit skin.

“Ahheuk~~ Yes… more!”

At her urging, I swung again and again. Red handprints bloomed across her pale skin, deep and vivid.

White and red swirled together, stinging, vibrating. Her pussy hole gasped, opening and closing as if suffocating, gushing more wetness.

“Sarah Lee! Are you cumming?”

I slapped both cheeks hard at once. She braced herself, face buried in the pillow, pushing her ass higher toward the ceiling.

I bit one cheek with my teeth while slapping the other, vibrating it like a buzzing vibrator. My face trembled with hers, the bitten cheek slipping from my mouth.

How many times had I hit? Her ass was a deep, swollen red—but showed no sign of bruising.

“The harder you hit, the firmer it gets,” she moaned. “It doesn’t hurt… I feel everything. Don’t stop.”

She said a cane would be nice. She looked around, but saw nothing.

Then I spotted a wire hanger from the laundry. I unwound the metal and swung it.

The whoosh of it cutting through the air didn’t sound ordinary.

Her eyes widened—fearful, yet curious about the sensation about to strike her. “Hurry… hurry…”

Swish~ Zzaak!

“Aaak!!!”

Her body lurched upward, toes stretching, ass quivering.

I struck her several more times, fiercely. She gasped, “Stop… please…”

“This one you can’t take, right? Too sharp.”

“It hurts~~ but I love it… I’m gonna piss…”

She panted, hands sliding between her thighs, clenching.

“I want to see you piss. Do it here.”

“How can I— Ahh… let’s go to the bathroom together.”

Crouched in the bathroom, the sound of her pissing was so refreshing, it made me piss too.

“Now it’s my turn.”

This time, I knelt like a dog, enduring the hanger strikes wielded by Sarah Lee.

Hah! The pain was bearable—but so intense, my whole body shook. Heat surged from my gut upward.

“More… more… Sarah Lee, harder!!!”

“Like this? Like this!!!”

She swung wildly, like she’d lost her mind, striking until blood welled on my ass.

The mix of pleasure and pain was so intense, pre-cum leaked from my cock.

I collapsed, unable to endure any longer. Only then did the beating stop.

She leaned over, pressing her face into my bloody ass, licking it like applying ointment.

The sensation was so good, my ass twitched. She pressed her own breasts together, rubbing them up and down my back, then pulled me into a tight embrace.

“Good? Good?”

I flipped her over, sat her on top of me, and grabbed her ass like I was going to tear it apart—revenge, perhaps. She trembled, shaking her body harder.

“See… when you hit me, my cum leaked out.”

“You too… when you pull my cock now, you know how much I’m trembling inside?”

She exposed her upper pussy, showing how it quivered like trembling leaves. She smiled shyly.

Then she straddled me, sliding my cock into her pussy, grinding in circles like turning a windmill.

Her large, round ass cheeks captivated me. I slapped them hard, making her cry out. The sensation of her twisting cock against my insides made my body feel like it would burst.

After three full rotations, she began slamming her hips down, grinding her clit against my pubic bone, making loud, squishy sounds.

“Ah, fuck… mine’s about to come. Hold still.”

“Aaaang~~~”

She held my cock deep inside, swaying side to side, squeezing the base with her pussy muscles, then freezing completely.

“Ah… don’t move… just like this… stay… just a little longer…”

Amused by my desperation, she lazily brushed her hair back, then began touching herself, teasing her breasts as if bored by my longing.

I shot up, grabbed her waist, seized her hair, and yanked her head back, exposing her pale neck. She gasped, thrusting her breasts toward my face. I drenched them in spit and sucked greedily.

Then I flipped her over again, pulling her legs around me. We twisted into a scissor position—facing opposite directions, our crotches pressed together.

Our pubic bones locked perfectly. The plump flesh of her pussy base and perineum rose snugly—no pain, only pleasure.

She felt my thick patch of pubic hair against her ass. “Ah…” she moaned, pressing the base of her ass harder against my balls.

I kept the rhythm steady, ensuring our connection never broke. I rolled her onto her stomach, mounted her, and thrust. Her pussy flesh stretched in various shapes, clearly visible as her ass swayed uncontrollably.

With her on her knees, I rose behind her. Her ass lifted with mine. She buried her face in the pillow.

Again, the slap of my palm on her ass echoed. Her pussy gushed thick, milky fluid like lather. I passed one climax, and my cock, still hard, showed no sign of leaking cum.

She said she felt dizzy from being tossed around—but amazed my cock hadn’t slipped out.

With her husband, it slipped out after just a little movement, which annoyed her. But with me, even in these wild positions, it stayed deep—driving her crazy.

I pulled back hard, pounding her fiercely. My body lifted off the bed, arms dangling to the floor.

“Ah… falling… stop, stop!!!”

Harder!! Harder!!! Ddeok ddeok ddeok!!!!

“Hnngh! Haaah… I’m coming again… stop, stop….”

She trembled violently, as if pissing, her whole body shuddering. A faint, musky scent began to rise.

I pulled her back onto the bed. Her breasts flattened against the mattress, squeaking against the fabric, a loud hik escaping her lips.

I grabbed her beautiful hair in one hand, pulled one arm behind her back, and pounded her hard—kkeulkeulkeul—like a stallion devouring a mare in heat.

Whoosh, whoosh. The sound of my cock sliding through her wet slit. Jjeoyeok jjeoyeok. The slick slap of flesh and juice—crisp, loud. I could feel my cum rising, creeping up my shaft.

I released her hair and arm, then slammed both hands onto her ass cheeks, striking hard.

Through the vibrations, I felt her pussy gripping my cock. The slippery, slick sensation of my cock sliding in and out—she must’ve felt it too.

“Uuuuuk!!!!!”

Like a dam bursting, cum gushed from my cock.

“Haaaah!!! Hot…!”

She loved the feel of cum soaking into her skin. Her hand slid between her legs, feeling my cock pumping seed inside her, then rubbed her clit hard, grinding it between her fingers.

After the storm passed, we collapsed, breathing heavily, pretending we didn’t know each other.

Her ass still trembled, savoring the last waves of pleasure. Her toes clenched tight, her thighs twisted. From the folds of my pussy, my cum trickled down slowly—like a single waterfall cascading into a valley.

I pulled her tired body close, wrapping my arms around her. She slid my cock between her ass cheeks, rubbing it gently, slowly, with lingering warmth.