Chapter 1 — Tell Me. How You Were Taken.

"I want to see you with another man. I want to see some other guy's cock buried inside you, and you—feeling it, moaning wildly, collapsing in a grotesque, obscene mess… I want to see it all."

Four years of marriage. Daniel Kim had been the perfect husband, and Sarah Lee prided herself on being the most flawless wife possible. That was what a woman's life meant—she believed it without question.

But this? This thunderbolt from the blue—what was it? She had been taught to follow her husband, to obey, to serve. Yet now he was demanding she become something vulgar, indecent.

Was he testing her? Or had he simply grown tired of their life? Her mind spun. But she had to act. She sat now in the sky lounge on the 47th floor of a waterfront hotel. Mini-skirt, high heels, crimson lips, a deep V-neck shirt gaping open. This was her.

A waiter approached, placing before her a pink cocktail.

"It's from the gentleman over there."

She turned. A tall, well-built man raised his glass with a smile. Minutes later, she was walking into the hotel with him.

Now, she straddled him naked, his cock fully buried inside her pussy.

"It's what my husband wanted."

Her breasts swayed violently with each movement of her hips.

Yes, yes! This is the sound my husband wanted to hear.

Then, lifting her hips, she took his cock deep into her mouth. The tangy scent of her own arousal filled her nostrils.

This is the filthy sight he longed to see.

"Fuuuuck, you're incredible," the man groaned.

He sat up suddenly, gripping her waist, then sucked one of her nipples hard into his mouth. His strength overwhelmed her. Still holding her, he stood, lifted her onto a table, and spread her legs wide. With her seated, he pressed his cock against her wet slit, then thrust forward with full force. A strange, sharp twist sent an unfamiliar surge of sensation rippling through her core.

Overwhelmed by this entirely new kind of stimulation, she surrendered completely. She screamed. She thrashed her hips wildly. She reveled in every pulse of pleasure he drove into her body.

It's what my husband wanted. This is what he wanted!

Her husband was a lawyer. One evening, exhausted, he'd come home, taken a bath, and fallen asleep instantly. When he opened his eyes, she wasn't beside him. Probably in the bathroom—he thought nothing of it, deciding to get a drink. As he stepped into the dim living room, a faint light spilled from the bathroom door.

Until now, her husband had always lived up to his social standing, a pillar of integrity, never once failing to meet her expectations. Only that sex was always routine, and his stamina unremarkable—but even thinking such things felt like a sin, he was such a good man.

"Uuuhhh…"

What's that sound? Is she sick? Hiding pain?

Worried, she peeked into the bathroom—and for a moment, couldn't believe her eyes. Her husband was masturbating.

Her heart dropped.

What did I do wrong? Why, when I'm right here?

Her chest pounded. She realized—seeing him with another woman might have hurt less. At least then, rage would have a target. But this? This was emptier, more betraying—a silent erasure of her existence.

She had never doubted his love. And yet, all this time, while she slept, he had come here alone, pleasuring himself in secret.

"What did I do wrong?"

She couldn't bear it anymore. She confronted him as he stepped out.

“I didn’t want to burden you when you were tired…”

His voice broke the heavy silence.

“Who asked you to go that far? I know when you're exhausted. I'm not so selfish or desperate for sex that I'd force myself on you! If you're tired, I can finish orally. I can take care of myself!”

“But I feel awful letting you do it alone…”

Suddenly, she pitied him.

“If you want, I'll do anything. I'd rather be your whore than let you jerk off alone. Being your slave is better! I can do anything—anything at all. Just tell me. What do you want?”

His reply, after a long pause, struck her like lightning.

"I want to see you with another man. I want to see some other guy's cock inside you, and you—feeling it, moaning wildly, collapsing in a grotesque, obscene mess… So?"

The moment she returned home, he stared at her, eyes bloodshot, demanding answers.

"As soon as we entered the hotel room, he grabbed my breasts, hard."

"He touched your breasts? That bastard?"

"Yes. First over my clothes… then he shoved his hand into my bra and squeezed my nipples."

"Like this?"

His trembling, aroused hands plunged under her shirt.

"And then?"

"He slid his hand under my skirt…"

"Under?"

"He tore my stockings. Then…"

Frantically, her husband yanked up her skirt and reached beneath, fingers pressing against her bare pussy through the torn fabric.

"Did he touch you like this?"

"Yes. Then he unzipped his pants and told me to suck him."

"So what did you do? Show me. Do it now!"

She unzipped his fly, pulled out his rigid cock.

"Damn it. So you sucked that bastard's cock?"

"Yes. He grabbed my head and shoved it into my mouth!"

"This mouth? He put his cock in this mouth?"

"Yes. And he came twice!"

"Where did he come?"

"The first time—in my mouth."

"In your mouth? So he made you suck him and just shot straight into your mouth? What did you do then?"

"I swallowed it."

"You took another man's cum into your mouth and swallowed it all?"

"Yes. There was so much—it spilled out the corners of my mouth."

"And then?"

"I licked his cock clean with my tongue."

"Cock? What cock? Say it properly!"

"H-his…"

"Say it by name! Say it!"

"M-my… p-penis…"

"No! His cock! What happened to his cock?"

"That man put his cock back in my mouth and came again!"

"Goddamn it! Then what?"

"He had great stamina. After coming in my mouth, he grabbed my head and shoved his cock back in, making me lick every drop clean."

"Lick?"

"His c-cock! I used my tongue—every corner, from the tip to the shaft, down to his balls… And then he got hard again, fast."

"And then?"

"Then he bent me over the table…"

"Bent you over and fucked you?"

"Yes…"

"Where?"

"In my pussy…"

"Goddamn it! That son of a bitch shoved his cock into your pussy?"

"Yes… H-how? Like this?"

Consumed by jealousy and madness, her husband roughly flipped her onto the table and, pulling out his fully erect cock, slammed it deep inside her in one brutal thrust. She had never seen his cock so hard, so alive.

"Yes! Just like that!"

"And then?"

"He started pounding my pussy! Three quick thrusts, then three hard ones… Yes, like that!"

"Like this? This?"

"Yes! And he slapped my ass with his hands!"

"Like this? This?"

He slapped her buttocks hard with his palm.

"Harder—make it slap, loud!"

"Goddamn it. Like this? This?"

"Yes! And he groped my breasts the whole time!"

"Goddamn it! He touched your breasts too?"

Without stopping, he roughly squeezed her breasts. It was an indescribable thrill. His movements, fueled by fiery jealousy, delivered a kind of intense pleasure she had never known. They say sexual tastes are as unique as fingerprints—now, she finally understood. Who knew he could be like this?

But what shocked her more was herself. His violent passion, the act of returning from another man and recounting every detail to her husband, the way she now shouted aloud words she once couldn't even whisper—her own voice thrilled her, electrified her. She felt so aroused she might as well be gushing piss, drenching everything.

"So what else? What else did that bastard do to you?"

"After pounding me from behind, he sat me on the table and fucked me again, still sitting! He grabbed his cock and rubbed it hard against my clit—then shoved it inside!"

"And you liked it? How was it?"

"I loved it! It was electric! When his cock plunged into my pussy, I felt incredible!"

"So you spread your legs wide for him? Let him feast on you?"

"Yes! I opened wide—for him to eat me up! And he did—he devoured me, panting, groaning, saying my pussy was the best!"

"So you moaned back? Clung to him?"

"Yes! I screamed every time he thrust! I wrapped my arms around his neck. He sucked and licked my breasts while slamming into me!"

Then what? What happened next?

"He asked if he could come inside!"

"And what did you say?"

"I said yes!"

"Where?"

"Inside me! In my pussy! I told him to fill me up, shoot deep into my womb!"

"Goddamn it, that bastard! Did he come? Inside you?"

"Yes! The moment I finished speaking, he roared and came inside me! He spread my legs wide, gripped my waist tight so I couldn't move, buried his cock deep—and blasted hot cum again and again into my pussy!"

"That bastard came inside you?"

"Yes! He came!!"

"And then?!"

"He pulled out, placed a chair in front of me, and sat down. Then he said—show me."

"Show him what?"

"My pussy—watching his cum drip out of me."

"So you spread your legs for him? Right in front of his face?"

"Yes! White cum poured out, sliding down my thighs…"

"That bastard's cum—flowing out of your pussy, dripping down your legs?"

"Yes! Now you come too! Come inside me! I want to see your cum mixing with his, dripping out of me—just like that!"

With a guttural cry, her husband thrust deep, still inside her, bucking wildly as he came.

At that moment, she fell off the cliff. For the first time—they came together.

Later, her husband collapsed onto the sofa, spent. She rose from the table, walked to him, and knelt before him. Then she took his softening cock into her mouth.

Post-coital oral is like sorbet after a rich meal—refreshing, sharp. Only those who've tasted it truly understand.

"After he came inside me… I didn't do this for him. I'll only do this for you… Is that okay?"

He looked down at her, face utterly softened, and gently stroked her hair as she worked her tongue diligently around his cock.

"I love you…"