Chapter 2 — The Junior's Wife Who Holds My Face - Part 1 (2)

She had a body no virgin could envy, despite being in her early thirties—and as a single mother with a daughter in kindergarten, she carried herself with the confident grace of a woman who'd built a life on her own terms, working as a marketing manager at a tech company downtown.

I gently cupped her face, eyes still closed, and lightly kissed her lips before moving straight to her left breast.

"Hah!"

She jerked with a gasp. From her left breast to the right, then down along her navel—I slowly traced her body with my mouth and tongue.

She began writhing slightly, letting out frequent, breathy moans:"Hah… hah!" As I moved lower, she suddenly realized what I was doing and quickly covered her pussy with both hands.

I moved her hands aside and pressed my mouth against her slit.

"Hah…"

A long, shuddering sigh burst from her lips. Over the dryness that had chilled her, hot wetness now flowed again.

She gripped my head, twisting her body as I sucked. Rising up, I positioned the tip of my cock at the entrance of her pussy.

I didn’t push hard—but my cock slid in easily.

The warmth of her pussy enveloped the head of my cock; the slick, clinging flesh wrapped around its shaft. This was my favorite moment—the one I always craved most, the one that made me throb with excitement.

I savored the sensation for a moment, then pulled out and slammed it back in all the way to the root.

Thud!

I pulled out completely, then thrust in again—repeating the motion several times. Each time, a sharp, helpless cry—"Huh—uh!"—spilled from her lips.

Then I began thrusting harder. With every passing moment, the squelching sound of her pussy grew louder: squelch, squelch.

She gasped with her mouth wide open. When I leaned in to kiss her, she wrapped both arms around my neck and shoved her tongue into my mouth, opening wide.

We sucked each other’s tongues wildly, lost in a frenzy of kissing and licking.

Soon, her breathing grew ragged. Her arms tightened around my neck, and her head arched back in visible strain.

Deep inside her pussy, my cock began to swell with warmth.

I stopped moving, holding still for a moment—then clenched my ass muscles, making my cock twitch once inside her.

Her closed eyelids fluttered.

"Was it good?" (Why the hell do we men always have to ask that?)

She opened her eyes, smiled faintly, nodded, then closed them again.

"Is this the first time since we broke up?" (What an idiot—I'm talking like we were ever together!)

She nodded again. The thought of my junior’s wife—her being the one my junior had fucked—only made me harder, and I started thrusting again.

I lifted her legs onto my thighs and began pounding into her rapidly.

Beep! Beep! Her phone rang.

Her eyes snapped open, and she tried to get up. I got up first and pulled her phone from her handbag, handing it to her.

She turned to her side and answered.

While she was on the phone, I lay down behind her, curling her body forward so her ass stuck out. I pushed my cock back into her pussy and began moving slowly.

Each time I thrust, her voice trembled unsteadily.

"Yeah! Mom, it's me… Yeah! I've got some work at the office. I'm outside now—I'll be home soon."

As she spoke, I kept thrusting from behind.

"Yeah! OO? Hah… hah! Mom, I'll be home soon. Tell Grandma… to listen well… hah!"

She struggled to speak. I kept fucking her from behind the entire time.

She hurriedly ended the call and lay on her side, panting as my cock kept moving inside her.

Still buried in her, I grabbed her waist and rolled her over—flipping her onto her stomach.

She pressed her face into the mattress, her ass raised high in the air.

I gripped her hips with both hands and began slamming into her from behind.

The loud slap of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the room.

Each time I slammed into her with a crack!, her ass quivered.

I kept pounding her like this for a while—until I felt my climax approaching. I pulled out and shot my load between her ass cheeks.

Later, we lay tangled together under the sheets, arms wrapped around each other.

She rested her head on my chest, fingers tracing my nipples. I used one arm as her pillow, the other hand roaming over her plump, soft ass.

"Did you ever think I'd do this to you, Miss Shin?"

She shook her head.

"Then you never saw me as a man at all?"

She stayed silent. I kept whispering dirty things into her ear, trying to break her quiet.

But she only kept touching my nipple—saying nothing.

Before long, my cock was hard again. I looked at her face—she seemed to have fallen asleep.

We lay like that for a while when—beep! beep!—her phone rang once more.

She jolted awake, startled, and almost answered—then stopped.

"Section Chief," she said, sitting up."I should go."

Thinking she really had to leave, I got up and handed her bra and clothes.

But I couldn't find her panties. She put on her blouse and skirt without them.

Dressed, she searched for her panties for a moment, gave up, then walked to the mirror to comb her hair and reapply lipstick.

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her—then lifted the sheet. There, hidden beneath, was her silver silk panties.

"Miss Shin!"

I held them up, calling her name. She glanced at me in the mirror, smiled, put her makeup into her bag, and walked over.

Feeling playful, I moved the panties behind my back.

She stood in front of me, reaching behind to grab them. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her toward me.

Then I slipped my hand under her skirt and lifted it.

Between her pale thighs, her dark pussy came into view.

I lifted each of her feet, placing them on either side of the bed, letting her straddle me.

My cock brushed against the soft hair of her pussy. I guided it down, pressing the tip against her slit, searching for her entrance.

"Section Chief, I really need to go."

"I know. Just a second."

Her pussy was still sticky from earlier, and I hadn't cleaned it. I pressed my cock against her wet slit, found the opening, and pushed in.

It was slippery but resistant—my cock didn't slide in smoothly. After a few thrusts forward and back, it finally sank fully inside.

Still in that position, I wrapped both arms around her waist and stood up from the bed.

(Do not attempt this if you have a weak back. It could lead to serious sexual dysfunction. Especially dangerous if the woman is large or heavy—attempting this could result in physical injury and extreme embarrassment.)

Then, step by step, I walked slowly across the room.

"Aaah!"

Her arms clamped tightly around my neck. With each step, she shrieked in pain or pleasure.

(Note: Some women may genuinely scream from pain—be cautious.)

I stopped, lifted her up and down a few times, then took a few more steps. Again and again, we moved around the room like this—fucking as I walked.

She writhed, moaning as if she were dying.

Then—her phone rang again. But she didn't seem to hear it.

As time passed, her strength waned. I guided her to the edge of the bed, held her in place, and finished with a final, deep thrust from behind.

Afterward, she leaned in and gave me a deep, willing kiss.

All the while, her phone kept ringing nonstop.

She quickly fixed her makeup once more, rolled her panties into her handbag, and slipped out of the room.

I couldn't stop thinking—on her way home, my cum would be oozing from her pussy down her thighs, sticky and warm.