Swapping Fantasy: Youthful Desires

Around the age of twenty, while working part-time, I made an acquaintance—a senior coworker I called 'hyung.'

During frequent breaks, we'd sit in alleys smoking and talking, often about his girlfriend.

One day after work, he invited me for drinks, saying he'd introduce me to his girlfriend. She gave off a mature femininity I didn't see in my own girlfriend.

She wore a neat business suit, long straight hair, and black stockings.

Somehow, she radiated womanliness intensely.

I was drawn to the charm my own girlfriend lacked, and out of shyness,

whenever his girlfriend asked me a question, I'd get flustered and couldn't answer properly.

After that drinking session, the three of us started meeting often. I grew closer to his girlfriend, became comfortable speaking informally with her, and occasionally exchanged texts.

One day during our work break, while smoking together, my hyung told me not to just brag about his girlfriend but to actually invite her out. So I arranged a gathering and invited my own girlfriend.

The senior coworker I worked with arrived first, then my girlfriend came later.

Unlike his girlfriend, mine dressed in cute casuals, exuding youthful charm.

She was playful, cute-faced, and it was clear the older man was now the one interested in my girlfriend.

The drinking session felt lively and cheerful, energized by the presence of a young, bubbly girl—different from our previous trio meetings.

Until recently, we'd only talk about bragging over our own girlfriends,

but now it shifted to envy—each of us expressing how we envied the other's girlfriend.

The older man cautiously asked me various questions about my girlfriend, while I did the same about his.

We even shared stories about sex with our girlfriends.

After spending several days like this, we met again at a street-side food stall after work. When he said, "Man, I envy you. You're so lucky,"

I replied that I envied him too, saying his girlfriend was truly my ideal type.

Hearing that, he seemed to gain confidence and bluntly admitted he was attracted to my girlfriend.

After some back-and-forth, he finally suggested we swap girlfriends for the night.

I thought about it. I expected to dismiss it immediately as impossible.

But the more I thought, the more I realized I was drawn to the mature allure of his older girlfriend.

I reluctantly agreed.

But my agreement wasn't enough. Most importantly, I needed my girlfriend's consent.

Of course, that seemed impossible.

So we decided to cautiously approach our respective girlfriends.

I started spending more time alone with her.

She treated me like a comfortable younger brother, readily meeting me whenever I contacted her, sharing meals and time together.

And occasionally, when I went to the movies with my girlfriend, I noticed she was texting the older man.

Saturday evening.

Around ten o'clock. I had just come home after watching a movie with the older man's girlfriend.

At 10:30, a text came from him.

"Hey, it's me, your hyung. I'm drinking with your girlfriend. Looks like I'm busy tonight. How's it going with you?"

Instantly, I pictured my girlfriend surrounded by him, moaning.

Imagining my girlfriend spreading her legs under his touch, exposing herself, made my penis instantly erect.

Unable to control myself, I called his girlfriend.

"Nuna. What are you doing?"

"Hmm. Just got out of the shower. About to watch TV."

"Aren't you meeting your boyfriend? It's Saturday night."

"Not sure. Haven't heard from him."

"Nuna, if you're free, wanna grab a drink? I'll pay."

She must have felt lonely spending a vibrant Saturday night alone.

Even with a boyfriend, that loneliness made me appear as a man to her.

Even before drinking, I'd already decided we'd go all the way tonight.

We were clearly drunk, but not sleepy—rather, in an excited, charged mood.

After our second round, we went to a karaoke room.

Singing energetically, dancing together, light physical contact became natural.

When we left the karaoke room and I was about to take her home, thinking it wouldn't happen tonight, another text arrived.

"Hey. Your girlfriend's in the shower right now. She undressed in front of me—fucking hot. How about you? Is it going well?"

I got excited again. But I thought—if he can do it, so can I.

I made an excuse that it was too early to go home and suggested a video room.

Of course, she hesitated at first, but eventually agreed, and we went.

I avoided picking anything too explicit, choosing a well-known movie with suggestive content.

At first, we sat close but not touching, at a comfortable distance.

In the dim screen light, looking at her, I saw her breasts beneath her white jacket and tight top. Unconsciously, I swallowed hard and moved my hand toward my chest.

I don't know what state of mind I was in, but it was an impulsive move.

"Are you going to take your hand off or not?"

I had no choice but to lower it.

Then I shifted closer, pressing right up against her, and cautiously placed my hand on her shoulder.

Since we'd already had this level of contact at karaoke, she allowed it, resting her head on my shoulder.

I gently stroked her thigh, quickly pulling my hand away if I sensed resistance.

When a suggestive scene played, I lightly kissed her cheek, then her shoulder.

The kisses moved from her jawline gradually closer to her lips, until I was kissing right beside them.

Then, touching her lips, I kissed her. She turned her head, telling me to stop.

I obediently pulled back, but pulled her shoulder tighter toward me with my hand.

I guess I was trying to show boldness. She looked at me, laughing as if amused.

Seeing her laugh instead of getting angry gave me confidence. Playfully, I said, "Can I touch your breasts?" and naturally moved my hand.

At first, she told me not to, but as I kept touching, she seemed both annoyed and aroused.

"Ah, whatever. Just touch my breasts. But you can't tell anyone, okay? Promise?"

I smiled in reply and started touching her breasts.

Even over clothes, they felt fuller than my girlfriend's.

Wanting more, I slipped my hand under her shirt, then under her bra.

Intense excitement surged. Feeling her nipple harden against my fingers, my penis became extremely erect.

A soft moan escaped her lips, and I gathered courage to kiss her again.

This time, she didn't turn away. She sucked on my lips, her tongue moving with mine as we explored each other's mouths.

My hand on her breast slid down her stomach and started moving into her pants.

I felt the string of her panties, then her pubic hair.

When I touched the mound of her vulva, she twitched and briefly closed her legs. I kept my hand still, and cautiously, she opened them again.

Feeling her legs part, I began stroking her vulva.

Her arms rested on my shoulders as she leaned her body against me like a child.

I pulled my hand out, took off her jacket, then slowly removed her top.

I laid her down, took off her pants, then her last piece—her panties. Naturally, she spread her legs in front of me.

I wanted to see her vulva. Using the dim movie light, I examined it closely.

She looked shy, but seemed pleased by my fascination, slightly lifting her hips to delight me.

I gently touched her vulva, and finally, it was time for my penis to enter.

I carefully pushed in, then fully thrust to the root. She let out a moan as if collapsing.

Looking down at her pleasure, I began thrusting.

I lowered my position, wanting to suck her neck.

She tightly wrapped her arms around my neck. Whether from that fullness, my climax came quickly.

I regretted not thrusting even once more, but my semen erupted.

I pulled out and spilled it over her pubic hair.

Finally, I tightly embraced her, took out a tissue, and carefully wiped my semen from her pubic hair before leaving the video room.

From then on, I frequently met that nuna and had sex with her.

Now, sometimes she even sucks my penis.

After a while, we started showering together.

Of course, the same was probably true for the older man.

Much later, when I met the older man for drinks again, we exchanged stories of our experiences.

We made one rule: even if we did it, we'd still report back to each other.