Chapter 1 — The Pheromone-Scented Wife's Friend

The first time I saw her, she was a slender, long-haired woman with pale skin and an aura that radiated pheromones. She was my wife’s high school classmate, and from the moment she walked into our lives, she stirred a deep, primal lust within me. We exchanged suggestive banter for weeks, always careful to stay just out of my wife’s sight—until tonight, when everything finally snapped into place. For me, it was nothing short of a euphoric, heart-pounding climax of desire.

She had moved into our neighborhood a month ago, and since then, she and my wife had been inseparable, like sisters. Yet, despite that closeness, the two of us had quietly slipped into the dark, forbidden swamp of infidelity.

She had an outrageously sensual body—slim, delicate, with full red lips and skin like polished ivory.

One night, she came over with her two children. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, stealing glances when my wife wasn’t looking. Her neck… God, how beautiful was her neck? As I stared at the graceful curve of it, I glanced at my wife’s—only to feel an even sharper contrast. The more I compared them, the more my lust pulled me toward her. I imagined running my tongue along that long, pale column. Just the thought made my cock throb beneath my pants.

Then my wife’s loud voice shattered my fantasy.

“Hey, go buy some beer… and get squid and peanuts too.”

“Alright… should I order fried chicken? The kids can eat it.”

“Already did. Just hurry up and get the booze.”

I pouted, pulled on my jacket, and stepped outside. The cold air helped cool the heat in my body. I rushed to the convenience store, grabbed the beer, and hurried back.

“You stay and play with the kids for a bit. We’ve got things to talk about.”

With a bored expression, I went into the room and played with the children. Outside, their laughter never stopped—“Hahaha… hohoho…”—a constant, teasing soundtrack.

Secret intrusion… holding my wife’s friend in my arms…

Eventually, the clock crept toward midnight. The kids, worn out, drifted off to sleep. I lay down beside them and dozed off too. When I opened my eyes, the clock read 2 a.m. My wife was already in bed beside me, snoring loudly, reeking of alcohol.

I quietly slipped out, used the bathroom, then went to the living room for a drink of water. That’s when I saw her—her back as she walked toward the bathroom. Instantly, a dark, twisted urge rose inside me.

I tiptoed toward the bathroom and pressed my ear to the door. The sound of her peeing—shhhhh—sent a jolt through me. Then I slipped into the guest room where she had been sleeping. The kids must have been in their own room. I entered, sat on the edge of the bed, and waited. An intruder. A moment later, she opened the door.

“Aaah! Who’s there?!”

“Shh! It’s me… Daniel Park.”

“What are you doing in here?”

“I came in by mistake. I was just about to leave…”

I turned slowly toward the door, feigning regret. Then, just as I faced her, I lunged forward and pulled her into my arms.

“Oh! What are you doing? What if Michael finds out…?”

In that instant, I realized—her resistance was barely there.

“I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you…”

I didn’t expect her to believe me.

“I want to meet you tomorrow. Call me…”

I whispered my number into her ear, then slipped out like a thief in the night.

Her gaze… silently allowing my lust to roam.

The next day, she called—but to reject me.

Yet after that, something changed. She began to subtly permit my hungry stares. When she leaned over my wife’s shoulder, her lips and neck exposed… when her soft breasts swelled beneath her snug T-shirt… when she sensed my eyes lingering on her lower body—each time, a faint, seductive smile would curl her lips. That smile dragged me deeper into a dizzying abyss.

A week passed. Then half a month. And then—she called again. Her voice was low, melancholy.

“Buy me a drink…”

I went to the meeting spot, my chest swelling with the secret promise of a private party, a forbidden encounter between just the two of us.

We drank. As the alcohol warmed our blood, she suddenly broke down.

“I think my husband has another woman…”

I took her hand, and she followed me without protest—perhaps because of the drink, perhaps because of something deeper.

The moment we entered the motel room, I pounced on her like a starving wolf. Her resistance was feeble, almost nonexistent. I grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her close, and crushed my lips against hers. A brief struggle flickered inside her mouth, but as I forced my tongue past her teeth, she yielded—parting her lips, letting me in. We exchanged saliva for a moment, then I pulled away, gripped by a sudden, sharp unease. The longing was unbearable.

Under the heat of the wolf’s hunger, the fox’s resistance melted.

Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink. She looked unbearably adorable. I leaned in again, my tongue tracing from her neck to her cheek, then to her earlobe. Her hands, which had been resting on my chest, slowly slid up and wrapped around my neck. My hands moved downward, lower and lower—until they slipped beneath her pants. She lifted her hips slightly, matching my rhythm as I pulled her pants down to her thighs.

I pulled back, gazing at her. Her pale thighs, the smooth skin, and the white lace panties barely covering her most intimate place—my mind went blank with desire. And that scent… rising faintly from below, thick with erotic promise.

I pressed my lips and nose against her panties, inhaling deeply. Her hands slid down to mine, still gripping her hips, and tightened—almost encouraging me. I ran my tongue along the damp fabric, then hooked both the panties and the pants still around her knees, pulling them off in one motion.

“Ahh… how can you…!”

She covered herself with her hands, turning to her side in feigned modesty.

“Hah… you really think I’ll stop now?!”

I stood up from the bed, and she watched me with a sly, amused smile.

“If we’re wrestling, I should at least dress for it…”

“Pffft… hoho…”

She stared, wide-eyed, as I stripped. One by one, my clothes fell. When I finally kicked off my pants and underwear, my erect cock sprang up like a released spring—slapping my stomach, bouncing, then pointing straight at the ceiling. Her eyes widened. She couldn’t hide her excitement. Naked now, I felt the softness of my own skin, the heat of my body. I grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, pulled it up over her head, and as I looked down, I couldn’t resist—her delicate armpits, so soft and tender, made me extend my tongue and suck gently.

“Ah! Tickle…”

Strong, tight… different from my wife…!

I reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and slipped it off. Her perky breasts swayed gently in front of my face—perfect, delicate mounds. I took one pink nipple into my mouth, sucking softly, swirling my tongue around it. It hardened instantly, quivering under my touch.

“Aaahh…”

I switched to the other breast, flicking the nipple with the tip of my tongue, teasing it, then slowly moving downward. Finally, I reached her most intimate place. I pressed my tongue against her, coiling it like a snake, writhing against her folds. After a few moments of oral pleasure, soft moans spilled from her lips.

“Ah… yes… more… keep going… I want it… put it in… now… please… now…”

I didn’t hesitate. I thrust my fully erect cock deep inside her.

The tightness—overwhelming. So tight I could barely move. Nothing like my wife. We’d both given birth to two children, yet how could two bodies be so different? Ahhh… I never wanted to leave. I never wanted to return to my wife.

“Harder… harder…”

Only then did I begin to thrust—powerfully, urgently. I remembered: today’s pleasure was just the beginning. For what lay ahead, I had to make this unforgettable. So I pumped into her with all my strength, all my desire. And when her back arched, her body trembling with climax, I pulled out and came across her stomach.

“Was it good? I hope you’re already thinking about next time…”

“Yes… it was good…”

Since that night, I’ve been sneaking away from my wife to indulge in this secret fantasy with her friend. I know it’s only a matter of time before everything collapses. But now that I’ve tasted her—fully, deeply—I can’t stop. Isn’t that the nature of an affair?