Chapter 1 — The Pleasure of First Experiences (Threesome Erotica)

I'd known David Kang's older brother and his wife for over six years, and in that time, we'd shared countless drinking sessions.

David Kang and I often went out to bars together, so we didn't stand on ceremony—we'd casually call each other up whenever we felt like drinking, no formalities needed.

I was close with his wife too. Whenever I had a girlfriend, we'd all hang out and drink together.

David Kang and his wife had gotten married at twenty-three after what people usually call "an accident," and now they had two kids.

Anyway, since David Kang and I were so close, when his wife wasn't around, we'd talk about all sorts of things—including sex.

A while ago, I was drinking with David Kang when he told me something.

He said a friend of his had accidentally discovered a cafe on a portal site where people talked openly about all kinds of sexual topics.

At first, he spoke vaguely, but as he went on, I realized he was talking about threesomes, voyeurism, group sex, swinging, and even bringing in outside men.

Being a guy myself, I listened with growing curiosity, and David Kang seemed completely serious. He even said he was thinking of seriously discussing it with his wife.

I'd always assumed they were a normal couple who had sex once a week—so why would they be interested in this? But I brushed it off, figuring maybe they were just drunk and talking nonsense.

But then David Kang called his friend, got the cafe's address, and signed up. Most of the photos and posts were blocked, though.

So David Kang called his friend again, borrowed the login ID and password, and started browsing together.

There were tons of verification photos uploaded—mostly showing two male feet and two female feet below the knees inside motel rooms.

Honestly, seeing those pictures, my first thought was: Wow, people like this actually exist. What a world to live in.

David Kang let out a cheer, then ran home shouting he was going to show his wife.

Exactly two days later, David Kang called me.

As usual, we met at the indoor street-food bar near his house and each drank about a bottle of soju.

That's when David Kang finally spoke.

He told me that until now, he and his wife had sex once a week—mechanical, passionless, always after drinking. No foreplay, just sex and sleep.

Maybe because of that, when he brought up the cafe, she didn't react negatively.

Over the past two days, David Kang had uploaded photos of their own sex life—of course, with their faces hidden—and passed the verification to become full members.

But strangely, David Kang started showing me photos of his wife's naked body and their sex together. Embarrassed, I suggested we look at someone else's pictures instead.

That's when he said it.

"Hey. Wanna fuck my wife?"

Here's how it went. They'd been browsing the site together, talking casually, when his wife said it'd be better with someone they knew rather than a stranger.

David Kang mentioned another couple he knew, but his wife said she couldn't handle watching him with someone else.

So why not start with someone we know? Just a threesome. And somehow, I—living only ten minutes away as the single friend—got picked.

"David. Seriously?"

"Yeah. She's okay with it..."

I'd had fantasies before, sure, but the fact that it was my close senior made me hesitate. Still, I'd had enough soju. Fine. Let's do it.

David Kang immediately summoned his wife. And she looked different—wearing heavy makeup and perfume.

"David, you came?"

"Yes, how have you been?"

David Kang tried to lighten the mood, but it fell flat.

"Let's go to the karaoke room! Karaoke!"

At his suggestion, we moved next door to the karaoke room.

I'll skip the boring details.

David Kang made us dance a slow blues together, even adjusting our hand positions himself.

The atmosphere started to loosen up.

The climax came when David Kang left for the bathroom. Right after he walked out, I got a text.

"Start touching her. Touch her tits, slide your hand into her panties. I'll text her too. I'll be back in about ten minutes. lol"

Oh god. What now? Screw it.

I moved behind her, wrapping my arms around her while she sang. My hands slipped under her dress.

She raised her shoulders and neck slightly, as if to block me—but then opened up.

I reached inside her bra, touching her nipple. I stroked her ass over the dress, then boldly slid my hand under her skirt.

I whispered, "David. Do you really want this—with me?"

She answered with a deep moan, then slowly moved her hand from over mine to the bulge in my pants.

Without hesitation, she reached inside my pants and gripped my hard cock tightly.

I pressed harder on her clit. Just as I turned her around, David Kang walked back in.

I yanked my hand out fast, but his wife didn't pull hers out of my pants.

"Honey, are you really okay? I'm touching another man's cock right now."

"Yeah, I'm getting more turned on. Keep going."

"But you're here... it's awkward. I'm touching him right now, and it feels weird."

"Then should I step out for a bit? Hahaha. How much wilder were you planning to get? Let's just end it here."

David Kang, his wife, and I left the karaoke room and headed to a motel.

David Kang and his wife went in first to book a room. I stopped by the convenience store to buy a few beers, some snacks, and a condom.

Then I checked into my own room.

After showering and drinking one can of beer, David Kang called.

"You coming over, or should we come to you?"

"I'll come."

I hastily dressed and walked to David Kang's room next door.

They were already in robes.

The room had a bed and a small two-person table. I sat on the edge of the bed, and we placed the beers on the table and started talking.

"Man, Jenny Han got so wet she almost passed out.

Anyway, since we all agreed, let's take it slow and enjoy. Jenny Han, you okay?"

"I thought it was because we messed around in the karaoke room... can we drink a little more?"

We mixed soju into the beer and each drank two more cans.

Then David Kang moved beside his wife and slowly slid her robe off.

"By the way, don't call her 'David.' Just say her name. It feels too weird."

"Okay..."

Her breasts were quite small. When David Kang stripped her completely, they were exposed, but she immediately crossed her legs, hiding her crotch.

I wasn't sure if it was the pressure of being with two people, but my cock still wasn't hard.

"Hey! Start with some foreplay. We've done it so much as a couple that now I need a lot of sucking to get turned on. You touch Jenny Han. Let me watch."

I stripped down to my underwear. Boldly, I uncrossed Jenny Han's legs and slipped between them. She lifted her legs onto the table.

I slowly turned my head and began licking her thighs with my tongue.

Her soft moans came quietly, slowly.

Yes—her husband's younger brother was licking her thighs.

David Kang was behind Jenny Han, massaging her breasts with his hands, watching me.

I couldn't bring myself to look at David Kang. Slowly, I brought my tongue toward Jenny Han's pussy.

I gently brushed her hand aside.

Looking up, I saw Jenny Han sitting on the chair with her legs up, kissing David Kang, while his hands still worked her small breasts.

I finally pressed my lips to Jenny Han's pussy. Her hips twitched slightly with my touch. A minute passed like that.

I lifted my head and met her gaze.

David Kang led Jenny Han to the bed. I took off everything except my underwear and walked over.

"Hey. You lie down."

David Kang told me to lie on the bed. Jenny Han straddled my face, and David Kang crouched at the foot of the bed, licking her pussy.

The sight was maddening. I was living out the threesome fantasy I'd only seen in pornos.

In a one-on-one, I'd close my eyes and just feel her mouth on my cock.

But this—this was electrifying.

Then I wanted to change positions. I grabbed Jenny Han's face, pulled her up, and turned her around.

Now her ass faced me, her head toward David Kang's cock. I used my fingers to slowly stimulate her clit.

(To be honest, I didn't want to suck a pussy that still had another man's saliva in it.)

I gently pushed her hips, positioning my cock against her soft, slightly plump breasts. Jenny Han focused on sucking David Kang's cock.

I slowly inserted two fingers, wrapped in a condom, into her pussy.

Her pussy was soaked—my saliva, David Kang's saliva, and her own juices.

I curled my fingers slightly, targeting the area around her clit. (I wanted to mimic the skill of that Japanese porn expert, but well—I was still an amateur.)

We stayed like that for a while, lost in the rhythm. Honestly, I was a blank slate—no other positions even crossed my mind.

I sat up and pulled out, then grabbed a condom from the convenience store bag.

"Hey! Already putting it on? Slow down. You in a hurry? Hahaha, look at this guy—he's desperate!"

I flinched. Jenny Han was still sucking David Kang's cock. I took out the condom and placed it beside the bed.

I moved behind Jenny Han again and spread her ass cheeks wide.

I pressed my condom-covered fingers against her anus and rubbed gently.

Her anus twitched occasionally.

Honestly, I had no idea what I was doing.

Jenny Han kept sucking David Kang's cock. I rubbed her ass with one hand and massaged her breasts with the other.

Then David Kang picked up the condom from beside the bed, rolled it onto his cock, and moved behind Jenny Han.

I returned to her face, pressing my cock against her lips.

Her face was flushed. She grabbed my cock and took it into her mouth.

And then David Kang spoke as he pushed inside.

"I can't hold it anymore. I'm going first!"

"Yes, David."

Jenny Han moaned around my cock, her eyes tightly shut.

A few seconds passed. David Kang gripped her hips and changed position.

He placed Jenny Han's head at the edge of the bed, tilted her neck back, spread her legs into a V, and started thrusting.

I dropped to the floor beneath the bed, took her bent-over head, and began pumping my cock into her mouth.

David Kang showed no sign of giving me a turn.

Still, I felt good.

Jenny Han raised her arms, gripping my ass tightly. Her breasts bounced with our rhythm—beautiful to watch.

David Kang came in that position.

Well, he'd always bragged about his stamina at drinking sessions, but... yeah, just talk.

He pulled off the condom, said he came fast because he was so turned on, and handed me his spot.

I was just about to put on the convenience store condom—

when Jenny Han suddenly sat up and said,

"Hey... can we just stick to blowjobs tonight? With my husband here... it's just awkward."

What the hell? A bolt from the blue!

"Yeah... okay," I mumbled, reaching to put the condom down.

But David Kang spoke up.

"Is it because of me? Then I'll step out. But you've already come this far—wouldn't it feel worse if I leave now?"

David Kang walked into the bathroom.

I glanced at Jenny Han, unsure.

Then she said, "Just finish fast. I'm embarrassed. I'll do it with my mouth, but doing it for real with my husband here... I'm not ready yet. Do it before he comes back."

I picked up the condom again and rolled it on.

I quickly turned Jenny Han over and entered her from behind.

I didn't bother changing positions. I just thrust hard.

And then—David Kang deliberately came out of the bathroom, laughing.

"Hahaha. See? This is how you do it. What's there to be embarrassed about?"

"Go back in! I'm embarrassed!!!"

I kept thrusting.

David Kang's limp cock revived and returned to Jenny Han's mouth. She moaned softly as she slowly took him in again.