Chapter 1 — Talking About My Wife and My Friend's Wife's Pussies

We were all drunk—men and women alike—giddy from the rare outing, drinking until our senses blurred.

Michael Park and I had come with our wives to a small seaside villa, and we immediately laid out the snacks we'd brought. His wife worked at an insurance company, just like mine. Both were seasoned veterans now.

Soft music played in the background as we began to dance.

My wife reeked of alcohol, her breath warm and musky against my neck. She rarely drank, and tonight she swayed unsteadily in my arms.

Grace Park had flushed cheeks too. We were all intoxicated.

I pulled my wife close, spinning her around the living room as we danced. Michael Park did the same with his.

"Sarah Kim..."

I whispered her name into her ear—something I almost never did.

"Oh... ew, why are you acting so creepy all of a sudden? Since when do you call me 'Sarah Kim'?"

Still, she looked up at me with dilated eyes, not resisting at all.

"Heh... you just look especially beautiful tonight."

"Pfft... liar."

"No, really..."

I pressed her body even tighter against mine. The thick mound between her thighs pressed against my right thigh, sending a jolt of lust through me.

I slid my hand down and gently stroked the soft bulge of her pussy over her pants. The slight swell against my palm made my chest burn.

"Ah... honey... Michael Park's watching..."

"So what if he is?" I chuckled. "If he gets annoyed, he'll just start touching his own wife's pussy too."

I moved my fingers lower, tracing the deep cleft of her slit through the fabric. Even through her pants, I could feel the fullness of her thirty-two-year-old body—her warmth, her softness, filling my palm.

"Wanna do it here?"

"What?! Are you crazy?"

She pinched my side sharply, startled by my whisper.

But Michael Park wasn't any better. He was already aroused, his hands roaming all over his wife's body. Soft moans slipped from her lips—both of them burning up.

Michael Park pressed his wife's hips hard against his groin, grinding his cock into her pussy as they danced.

I began openly caressing my wife. At first, she hesitated, glancing toward Michael Park, but soon she closed her eyes and gave in to my touch.

Carefully, I unzipped her pants.

She let out a deep moan.

"Ah... mm..."

She buried her face in my chest.

My hand slid over her panties. Through the thin fabric, I could feel the soft curls of her pubic hair—thick and coarse. I loved it.

She had a lot of hair. And her pussy—shaped so perfectly it made me catch my breath.

I slipped my hand under her panties.

She twisted her body, stopping her dance, pressing herself tightly against me.

"Ah... honey, it's embarrassing... mm... what if your friend sees me... ah, honey, your fingers..."

When one of my fingers slid deep into her pussy, her whole body shuddered.

She was already falling apart. And I wanted her to.

Michael Park and his wife weren't far behind.

They'd stopped dancing entirely, now leaning against the wall, his hands all over her. His fingers were already inside her pants.

A sharp thrill shot through my groin.

Michael Park's fingers were deep inside a woman's pussy—somewhere I'd never touched.
There would be wetness.
A river flowing.
Her pussy, a deep, warm current.

I was sinking into a swamp of pleasure.

I began groping my wife more roughly.
Might as well go all the way now.

She seemed excited too—especially by the fact that she was being touched in front of her husband's friend. The taboo was turning her on.

I tilted her sideways and gently laid her on the living room floor.

"Ah... honey... are we really doing this here?... Your friend's right there... ah, I don't care anymore... huuung..."

I stopped thinking about Michael Park.

I started peeling off her clothes, one piece at a time.

When I removed her white blouse, her full breasts spilled out from under a black lace bra.

She was definitely wearing black lace panties—I was sure of it.

The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and moans.

Michael Park was already hovering over his wife, panting roughly.
Her pants were halfway down, and her tiny panties had slipped slightly to the side, clinging to her hips.

When I saw Michael Park's hand rubbing over her panties, I nearly groaned out loud.

My cock was rock hard—so stiff it hurt.

I tore off my shirt.
Then my pants.
Now only in my briefs, I returned to undressing my wife.

I pulled down her pants—just as I expected, black lace panties, dark with the shadow of her thick pubic hair.

I hadn't looked directly yet, but I felt Michael Park's gaze land on us.

His eyes—bloodshot and wild—were fixed on my wife's pussy, hidden beneath the black lace.

The thought sent me spiraling into unbearable excitement.

Michael Park was staring at my wife's pussy.
His hand was on his own wife, but his mind was on mine.

I glanced at him.

Our eyes met.

I smirked. He did too.

We exchanged a silent message.

"Your wife's amazing..."

We inched closer, our movements breaking the original boundaries of space.

In that small room, we radiated heat.

I unhooked my wife's bra and pulled down her panties.

"Ah... haa... honey, I'm so embarrassed... ah... haa..."

Michael Park, as if showing off, pulled his wife's panties down too.

We both gasped.

There it was—my friend's wife's pussy, exposed before my eyes.

I was seeing my friend's wife's pussy.

We were showing off our wives' pussies to each other.

I was losing my mind.

Both women, naked in front of their husbands' friends, screamed louder—not from shame, but from excitement, from pleasure.

Grace Park had shyly kept her thighs closed at first, but as arousal took over, her legs naturally parted.

I spread my wife's pussy wide and sucked it roughly.

The distinct scent of her pussy hit my nose.

I stuck out my tongue and licked her slit from bottom to top.

She screamed, almost shrieking.

"Ah... ahh!... huuu... honey... it's melting..."

Deliberately, I slowly shifted her body closer to Michael Park.

Now we were within arm's reach.

The smell of Michael Park's wife—warm, musky—filled the air.

I looked into Michael Park's eyes.

His gaze said it all.

"Touch my wife's pussy... it's okay... go ahead..."

I reached out with my left hand and slid it between his wife's thighs.

She was still moaning, eyes closed, gasping under Michael Park's touch.

I was about to cum.

My excitement peaked.

With my right hand, I rubbed my wife's pussy.
With my left, I explored Michael Park's wife's.

Ah...

Softness.
First, the touch of her pubic hair. Then, the smooth, plump lips of her pussy.

I shoved my finger deep inside without hesitation.

"Haa... haa... ah, honey... huuung..."

She cried out.

In that instant, Michael Park's hand shot out like a thirsty beast and grabbed my wife's lower body.

I moved my hand aside.

His hand covered her pussy completely.

He was trembling.

His fingers were exploring her.
His long middle finger slid down, then swept upward, plunging deep into her slit.

"Ah... honey... I... I don't know... ah... huuung..."

She thought it was me.

She grabbed my neck tightly, pulling me close, and whispered into my ear, panting.

"Ah... honey... my pussy... my pussy... it feels so good... so good..."

I whispered back into her ear.

"That's not me, Sarah Kim... that's Michael Park... Michael Park's touching your pussy... just stay still..."

Her body shuddered violently.

"Ah... how... ah... huuung... I don't know... ah... honey... why..."

But she didn't close her legs. She stayed spread open, accepting Michael Park's touch.

She was already deep in the swamp of pleasure.

Her pussy was being touched by her husband's friend—while her husband watched.

And that knowledge drove her wild.

I pulled away from her and yanked Michael Park toward me.

He looked at me with animal eyes, as if we'd planned it.

I climbed on top of my wife.

They both knew. They had accepted it.

I buried my face in Michael Park's wife's full breasts and shoved my hand into her pussy.

"Ah... huu... I don't know..."

"Heh... Michael Park, your body is incredible..."

I started sucking her pussy.

It was already soaked, wide open, the deep pink flesh glistening with arousal.
Her pubic hair was wet with Michael Park's saliva.

"Ah... honey... ah... haa..."

That was my wife's moan.

Michael Park had spread her wide and was sucking her pussy like a man dying of thirst.

I couldn't hold back anymore.

I thrust my thick cock deep into Michael Park's wife's pussy.

"Ahh!... I'm dying... I don't know... ahh, my pussy... it feels so good... honey, how... huuung..."

She screamed like a madwoman the moment my cock entered her.

I slowly began grinding my cock into her soaked pussy.

Her cunt was just tight enough—the sensation was incredible.

"Your pussy is amazing... how do you have such a perfect hole?... Michael Park, you bastard, you're so lucky..."

I looked at Michael Park.

Ah...

I nearly came right then.

Michael Park's thick cock was just now disappearing into my wife's pussy—the pussy only I had known.

His cock slowly vanished inside her, then began a violent piston motion.

"Ah... ah... honey... Michael Park... my pussy... my pussy... it feels so good... honey... huuung..."

Liquid streamed from my wife's gaping pussy.

Michael Park's voice rang out.

"Uuuhhh...
Your wife's pussy is incredible.
It's fucking amazing...
So delicious...
I've never had a pussy like this...
Ah...
Sarah Kim... I love your pussy..."

I slapped Michael Park's shoulder at the crucial moment.

We didn't need words.
We both knew.

I wanted to cum inside my wife.

I climbed back on top of her.

I shoved my cock into her soaked, dripping pussy and whispered into her ear.

"Heh...
Sarah Kim... was Michael Park's cock good?
He sucked your pussy like a pro...
And how was his cock?
Looks like he's fallen for your pussy...
What if he asks for it every day?"

"Ah...
You're so bad...
I don't know...
I'll punish you later...
Ah...
Honey, do it now...
I can't take it...
My pussy...
I can't stand it..."

I slammed my cock into her pussy violently.

She screamed, her body convulsing.

She was tasting heaven.

I looked down—my wife's legs wide open, Michael Park's cock buried inside her.

In my mind, I roared in triumph.

"That bitch...
She's such a slut...
The way she sucks my cock with her cunt... damn...
Her pussy tastes so fucking good..."

On the way home, Michael Park whispered in my ear.

"Your wife's pussy was delicious. I've never had one that good."