Chapter 2 — The Pleasure of Three Island - Part 1 (2)

After the junior colleague left, I cracked the door open slightly and began to watch.

My wife was lying on the sofa, her eyes closed.

Perhaps she felt a little shy—or maybe she was already trembling with pleasure, imagining what was about to happen.

Michael Yoon approached, his erect cock pointing straight ahead, and brought it close to my wife’s face.

As he gently touched the tip to her lips, she opened her mouth without opening her eyes and took the shaft inside.

Then, just as she had done for me countless times before, she began sucking skillfully, rhythmically.

Her eyes remained shut. Probably out of shyness, or perhaps to focus entirely on sensation.

I felt like my own cock might explode at any second.

Michael Yoon seemed slightly uncomfortable with the position, so he gently pulled her up. She obeyed silently, sitting on the sofa while still keeping his cock deep in her mouth, gazing up at him with sultry, half-lidded eyes.

She looked exactly like the porn actresses we’d watched together just moments earlier—every expression, every movement mirrored perfectly.

His head tilted back in ecstasy, completely overwhelmed.

And why wouldn’t he be? My wife’s blowjob technique was simply unmatched.

Ever since our honeymoon, we’d made a habit of watching porn together, and she had absorbed every move, every nuance—she wasn’t just good, she was masterful.

When she took him all the way to the root, deep-throating him until his cock hit the back of her throat, he could no longer hold back.

“Jenny… ah… no… baby… ah… baby… no… Jenny… you’re incredible… ah…”

She kept sucking, her eyes locked on his, wearing an expression so seductive it made my breath catch. Her hand slid up to caress his ass, fingers pressing into the flesh.

A moment later, unable to endure it any longer, he pulled out of her mouth and gently laid her back onto the sofa.

Then he went down on her pussy.

It was like watching a starving male lion devour its prey—nothing else existed, only the feast before him.

My wife’s clitoris was quite developed.

The moment his tongue touched it, she began moaning uncontrollably.

“Aaaaaaah! Baby… ah… mmm… ahhn~~~ I… I feel too good… what should I do… ah…”

Fueled by her cries, he intensified his licking, going harder, deeper.

She responded by pressing his head down with both hands, crying out louder, frantically rubbing her own breasts, kneading them, twisting her nipples—transforming into pure, unrestrained lust.

Soon, she reached her first orgasm.

Her hands clamped down fiercely on the back of his head.

“Ahh… ah… ah… ahh… ahhhh… ahhhhhhhhhhhhh AAAAAAAAH~~~~~ AAAAAAH~~~~~~~!!!”

I don’t think I’d ever seen her climax so intensely, so prolonged.

And seeing her like this—so lost in pleasure—made her look more beautiful, more lovable than ever.

Once she’d tasted that peak, she was no longer herself.

She pulled his face up and kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue into his mouth without mercy. Then she spread her legs wide, silently begging for his cock.

He teased her gently with his fingers around her wet slit, then finally pushed inside.

There was so much lubrication that penetration was effortless. Her hips dropped instantly toward the edge of the sofa as she wrapped her arms around him.

Her hands slid down, gripping his ass, pulling him deeper into her.

“Haaah~~ haaah~~ Ah~~~ Michael~~ no~ Michael-ah~~ I love you~~ I love you~~~!!!~~ Aaaah~~~ Aaaah~~ Ah~~~~”

Hearing her moan like that drove me into a state of dizzy euphoria.

I wanted nothing more than to burst out and shove my cock into her mouth right then—but I held back.

After all, there would be plenty of chances from now on. No need to rush. For today, I decided, I’d be satisfied just watching her make love.

She licked his lips, neck, chest—her tongue never stopping—and he returned the passion equally.

Then, after a while, he changed positions.

She immediately responded, turning over and positioning herself for doggy style.

Head turned backward, back arched, hips thrust high and forward.

Even by porn standards, it was the perfect rear-entry pose—utterly, breathtakingly sensual.

He spread her ass cheeks and plunged his thick cock deep into her pussy.

Her eyes rolled back, whites showing, lids fluttering shut.

She began swaying her hips in time with his piston-like thrusts.

Like a mare in heat.

Moments later, she rubbed her own clit and came again—her second orgasm—just as he reached his peak and erupted inside her.

They collapsed onto the sofa, one on top of the other.

Gasping heavily, they began kissing—deep, long, desperate kisses.

It was an endless kiss.

Judging by how tenderly she kissed him, she must have truly enjoyed it.

And so did I.

At that moment, I didn’t feel a trace of resentment or anger. Only love.

I was happy—truly happy—to have a wife who could open herself like this, not in secrecy behind my back, but right before my eyes.

A wife who would let me watch, who would share this with me.

Soon, I stepped quietly into the living room.

For our threesome.
For my wife.
To give her even greater pleasure—and to show her just how deeply I loved her.