Chapter 1 — The Hot Night That Bloomed on the Balcony

David stepped out of the bathroom slowly, having taken his time washing his body, and quietly approached Sarah, who stood gazing at Seoul’s night skyline from the balcony.

His broad, warm arms gently wrapped around her from behind. A soft, early-summer breeze slipped between them, brushing past like a whisper.

Sarah closed her eyes, silently accepting the tender kisses he pressed against the nape of her neck. His hand slipped quietly beneath her bathrobe, beginning to caress her full breasts, but she made no move to stop her.

Her breasts, perfectly fitting in his palms, softened and reshaped under his gentle touch. As they alternately tensed and relaxed, the sensation made Sarah’s breath grow increasingly shallow.

The two of them wore nothing but the hotel-provided bathrobes. Sarah’s robe silently slid down her body, revealing her clean, smooth skin and perfectly curved form with shy grace. The sweeter her scent grew in David’s nostrils, the firmer his hands became.

Even as he gripped and kneaded her breasts until they lost their roundness and seemed to cry out in silent protest, not a single sound escaped Sarah’s lips—not because she felt nothing, but because she feared that if she opened her mouth, this moment would vanish like all the others, ending as just another dream.

In her dreams, she always woke up right at this point—just before making love with an unknown man whose face she could never see.

Even those dreams had been enough to leave her body burning, forcing her to get up and change into fresh underwear. To actually be touched by a real man like this—after so long—felt almost unreal.

And worse, they weren’t strangers. They knew each other well. Not in a way that justified staying together in a hotel suite, certainly. But one was undeniably a man, the other a woman. Her marriage had been dead for over three and a half years—long before the legal separation from her husband. There had been no intimacy since.

Now, Sarah felt every proof of her womanhood awakening across her body. When David’s hand slid past her smooth lower abdomen and gently stroked the soft mound of her pubic hair, a moan slipped out, breaking the long silence between them. But disappointingly, his fingers only brushed through the curls, never going deeper.

Gathering courage, Sarah reached one hand behind her, searching for the hard object pressing insistently against her lower back.

She slipped her hand beneath the hem of his robe and grasped his erect cock. Her ex-husband would have fainted if he saw her now. She had never been this kind of woman—never one to initiate. In their marriage, she had always approached sex dutifully, silently staring at the ceiling, disappearing quietly from the bed once it was over.

But just holding it awkwardly felt wrong. She began timidly stroking his rigid shaft, attempting something like affection.

The more she touched it, the more afraid she became. It was nothing like her husband’s small, limp thing. This was strong, thick, alive—writhing in her hand like a living creature.

The mere thought of David’s cock splitting her core made hot liquid begin to seep between her thighs. This was the same heat that, when she was alone, always stayed trapped inside—never spilling over.

Sarah was 31, technically still a married woman. She had fought, struggled, screamed inside about what her parents’ and in-laws’ social standing meant to her—but in the end, after hearing the firm declaration, “Divorce is out of the question,” she had given up halfway through life.

And David was the husband of Julia, a junior whom Sarah treated like a younger sister. Julia was three years younger than Sarah, and David was two years younger than Julia—just 26 years old.

Unlike Sarah, their marriage had no problems at all. Even accounting for their newlywed status, they were an exceptionally happy couple. The fact that she was here with David now gnawed at Sarah’s conscience—perhaps out of jealousy. Sometimes, their most intimate bedroom lives had come up in conversation.

“Sarah, I can’t even walk today. I’m not going to work—I’m just lying in bed. Can you believe David didn’t let me rest a single moment last night?”

Back then, Sarah couldn’t even imagine such a thing. But now, she understood. The powerful, writhing cock in her slender fingers seemed utterly tireless.

David thought her back was just as beautiful as her front. Her body was like a masterpiece sculpted by a master’s hand.

True, his wife Julia was ten times sexier, but the way Sarah trembled all over, shyly stroking his cock with delicate hands, and the smooth, ivory-like skin—it reminded him of a virgin.

He had already noticed that even her nipples, at the center of her firm breasts, were a soft pink. Holding her like this from behind, seeing her come out of the shower and step onto the balcony, made him feel something indescribable. The scent of her damp hair tempted him, gathering strength rapidly in one part of his body.

She, too, was now wetting the inside of her thighs, clear arousal seeping out. David sensed she could no longer hold back. She lifted her heels as his fingers finally touched the soft petals of her flower.

“Sarah, you really have a beautiful body. And this place… it feels incredible. Let me put just a little in, okay? Ohh, it’s tight. Open your legs a bit more. If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you this cock soon. We’ll both enjoy ourselves, Sarah.”

Sarah obeyed the words whispered into her ear. Tonight, she wanted to be a perfectly obedient, good girl.

His index finger slipped in carefully, already driving her wild. With difficulty, she parted her lips, wanting to confirm once more that his praise wasn’t empty.

“Do you really think I’m beautiful? Even though I’m much older than you? Hah… stop. Don’t do that. I don’t like it. Please, no.”

When David’s other hand slipped between her buttocks and lightly brushed her anus, Sarah froze, flustered and embarrassed.

Leaning on the balcony railing, her heels lifted high, David’s relentless teasing continued. Calmly switching hands, he touched both of her nearby holes, making her lower body twist uncontrollably. Yet she made no move to escape his touch.

Soon, his thumb clearly pushed into her anus, circling as it went deeper.

“Ah… there… not there like that… I’ve never done this before. Stop, please. It hurts.”

Blushing deeply, Sarah turned to look behind her—and seeing David smirking, quickly turned away. It was as if she had glimpsed a completely different world.

David, so skillful and clearly enjoying her body, was nothing like her ex-husband. This wasn’t done to hurt her. Her body was so heated now that maintaining her usual elegance was impossible.

She lowered her heels slightly and leaned her upper body forward. Gripping the balcony railing tightly with both hands, she began urging him on.

“I can’t hold it anymore. Just put it in here, now. Please. Hah… I feel strange. I keep wanting more. Not your fingers—your thing. Put it inside me now.”

The way she whispered her pleas was pitiful.

David removed his hands from both holes and took one step back. Her lower body, perfectly shaped, waited for him in a provocatively inviting pose. It was worth savoring slowly. Especially the astonishing sculptural beauty of her hips—neither sagging nor spread—was truly art.

Between her legs, slightly parted—just narrower than his shoulders—a glistening slit was visible. The pretty, soft-haired pussy looked like it hadn’t been touched by many men. Even for David, a man recognized by everyone as a playboy, a woman like this was rare.

Since meeting his beloved wife Julia, he had somewhat restrained himself—so his cock was always full of pent-up energy. Now, he gripped it with one hand and guided it toward Sarah’s slit.

From the very entrance, her pussy clamped down on his glans with fierce intensity. The tighter he went, the stronger the grip. Her swollen, engorged outer lips trembled as if crying.

David used his other hand to rub the triangle between her legs. Her erect, excited clit welcomed his touch eagerly.

Sarah had to grip the balcony railing harder. She closed her eyes, trying to feel more clearly the heavy, deep thrust of his cock. She had now completely given her body to a man who wasn’t her husband—and in such a shameful position, on the balcony of a top-floor hotel room with an open view.

She realized her insides were clenching him so tightly it pulled at her lower abdomen, and a faint sense of shame crept in. She had never known she was capable of this.

Sex had always seemed like a tedious duty between married couples—nothing enjoyable, nothing memorable. No child had ever come from her and her ex-husband. And since their separation, she saw his face only two or three times a year at family events—so pregnancy was out of the question.

But there was more she hadn’t known—like how she suddenly wanted to talk, to speak out loud, and how her body moved instinctively, trying to please him and make herself feel good.

With her legs spread, she slowly rotated her hips to welcome him from behind. Making small circles, lowering her waist, pushing her hips further back.

“Oh, you’re amazing, Sarah. Rotate your hips more beautifully. I’ll put it all in. I’m amazed—such a wonderful talent, hidden all this time. Incredible. Yes, do you know? Your movements are so beautiful right now.”

“It’s embarrassing… saying things like that… Hmm, like this? It’s too much… you feel so big… it almost hurts… Ah… Does Julia do this with you every day? She’s smaller than me, more delicate… Ah… Ugh, it hurts… Don’t move so suddenly… Yes, yes… I love how you’re thrusting into me… I love it…”

David began with a few steady back-and-forth motions to ease the way. But the tight, gripping force was still so strong it almost worried him—like his cock might snap. It reminded him of the night he had taken his virgin wife Julia.

Now that he thought about it, the two women were quite similar. Outwardly calm and composed, but once you peeled away one layer, they both burned with such hot passion. Smiling inwardly, he gradually increased his thrusting speed.

He grabbed both of her buttocks, one in each hand, and pushed hard. There would definitely be handprints left by morning.

The sound of his lower abdomen and testicles slapping against her ass grew louder. The noise of flesh meeting flesh sharpened their awareness. Yes, what they were doing was undeniably adultery. But now, burning with desire, neither had any intention of stopping. Instead, they threw themselves deeper into the act.

“Ah… it’s so good… I’m going crazy, it feels so tight… This feeling… my pussy is moving on its own… David’s cock is making me happy. Keep fucking me… harder… I love David’s cock so much…”

The raw, explicit words poured endlessly from her mouth.

Yet inside, she felt an immense sense of liberation. The more she said words like “cock” and “pussy” without shame, the better she felt.

As the night of illicit passion on the balcony stretched on, sweat began to bead on their foreheads and roll down their bodies.

David, holding Sarah from behind as he thrust into her, savored the triumph of a man. Her body was flawless from any angle, but this position—her plump buttocks parted, his cock sliding in and out—was his absolute favorite.

Even as climax approached, he didn’t slow his pace. Even if he came, he wanted to keep attacking her. Even though an untouched bed waited for them, this sex, exposed to the open air, was more thrilling.

Someone across the way, in the symmetrical hotel building, might be watching. Several rooms across had their lights on—so the chance was high. But Sarah and David didn’t care. Even if someone was watching, it wasn’t a hindrance. If anything, it excited them more.

The thought that someone might be secretly watching their affair made Sarah’s words and David’s movements grow even more intense.

“I’m… I’m going to come. You come with me. You can cum inside me… Haa…”

“Yes… I’m coming… Ugh…”

David’s explosion left Sarah’s mind blank, like a clean slate.

Just a moment earlier, her ex-husband’s face had flashed in her mind—and she had laughed bitterly. David had given her a satisfaction her husband could never have provided in a hundred years. And in such a shameful position, in such an exposed place.

Carried by David into the lavishly decorated bathroom, Sarah accepted his suggestion to wash together.

As they gently cleansed each other’s bodies like newborns, their arousal surged again—leading to a second round of passionate sex in the bathroom.

Leaning against the bathroom wall, Sarah lifted one leg and wrapped it around David’s waist. David grabbed her delicate foot and placed it fully on his shoulder.

Her body was incredibly flexible. Even with her leg raised nearly straight up, Sarah didn’t seem to struggle at all. Their wet, naked bodies collided, creating strange, sensual sounds as they shared deep, lingering kisses.

“Kiss me, David… Ah… I didn’t even know this position existed…”

“Not just any woman can do this. Only someone as flexible as you, Sarah.”

Later, Sarah wrapped both legs around him like a cicada and let him carry her from the bathroom to the bed.

Laid on the oversized bed, she hooked both feet over his shoulders and welcomed him in. Already one with him, she still strained to take him deeper.

Her hips never touched the bed—too busy being lifted and writhing. On her side, her long left leg stretched gracefully into the air as she gasped and panted.

As the final climax approached, Sarah grabbed both of her feet and lifted them high. Her toes curved behind her head, touching the sheets.

“Now, now, fill me up… spill yourself inside me… You’ll cum all inside my pussy, won’t you?”

Shameless, she opened her lower body as wide as possible to receive his release.

The volume and intensity rivaled the first time, and she felt deeply satisfied. Receiving a warm, heartfelt kiss, she drifted into sleep.

It had been so long since she’d fallen asleep so sweetly. Even if her life wouldn’t suddenly bloom from here on, she could now hold onto more hope than before. Tonight it was David—but who knew what tomorrow or the day after might bring? And now, even the clumsy lovemaking from her dreams would finally become real.