Chapter 1 — The Secret That Soaked the Housewife's Panties

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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It was a Saturday morning at the autumn festival held in the daycare playground. Laughter from children mixed with the chatter of parents as I walked slowly, holding Daniel Jun's hand. I wore a sky-blue dress that hugged my bust just a little too tightly, making my D-cup breasts sway softly with each step. Even after childbirth, I'd kept up my routine—my waist remained slim, my hips and thighs still full and lush.

That was when I first saw him. David Tae. I'd later learn he was the father of a child in another class. Tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a casual shirt that subtly revealed the muscular lines of his chest. He spoke in a low voice to his son, and when he smiled, something about it—his neck tendons, the slight dimple in his cheek, the way his eyes held warmth—snagged my attention. My heart dropped with a sudden thud.

What… was that?

I quickly looked away. But it was strange. His image kept flashing in front of my eyes. Throughout the event, while pretending to follow Daniel Jun around and take photos, my gaze kept drifting back to him.

My legs trembled slightly. Especially when he bent over—his lower back, the faint curve of his ass peeking above his pants—it made something stir deep inside. My panties began to feel damp. Just a little. Barely noticeable, but there.

Could it be… am I actually…?

I stood with my thighs slightly pressed together. The entrance to my pussy pulsed faintly, the soft flesh swelling gently. The fabric of my underwear clung slightly to my labia, an uncomfortable stickiness.

I hadn't yet thought of the word desire. All I felt was a strange tightness in my chest, and the slow hardening of my nipples beneath my bra.

On the drive home, his face kept reappearing in my mind. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. My husband, Michael Min, asked, "How was today?" but I brushed him off with a vague answer.

Back home, I sat on the couch, blankly staring at the TV. A dull throb pulsed between my thighs. My pussy twitched faintly, like a quiet pulse. Unconsciously, I pressed my thighs together hard.

Why am I like this?

That night, as I lay in bed, his low voice echoed in my ears. I tossed and turned, eyes closed. I tried to pretend I didn't know what was happening—but my body already craved something.

The next afternoon, while Daniel Jun napped, the house was quiet. I sat on the couch, staring blankly out the window. David Tae's face kept surfacing in my mind. His broad shoulders. That deep voice. The way his lips curled slightly when he smiled.

Why do I keep thinking about him?

Just the thought made my chest tighten.

My nipples, trapped beneath my bra, slowly hardened, brushing against the fabric with tiny, insistent taps. Without thinking, I lifted a hand and gently pressed my breast. The soft, heavy D-cup flesh yielded under my palm, and the pressure sent a ripple downward. My thighs grew warm.

I spread my legs slightly and leaned back into the couch. The hem of my dress rode up, revealing the smooth flesh of my thighs. My hand drifted down, cupping my pussy over my panties. The fabric was already damp. When I rubbed lightly, my swollen labia responded with sharp sensitivity.

"Haa…"

A small sigh slipped out.

I wasn't even thinking of masturbation yet. It was more like scratching an itch—my fingers moved over my panties in slow circles. My clitoris swelled gradually, pulsing beneath the fabric.

I pulled my panties to the side and touched myself directly. Clear arousal had already seeped out, glistening on my labia. As I rubbed up and down, my pussy twitched and clenched. I pressed my middle finger against my clit, circling it fast. Pleasure climbed up my spine.

With my other hand, I began kneading my breast. When I pinched my nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted, a jolt shot straight to my core, making me wetter.

Ah… why does it feel like this?

I closed my eyes and thought of David Tae.

The image of his large hands on my body. His fingers slipping inside me. I pressed one finger against my entrance and slowly pushed in. The hot, slick walls of my pussy wrapped around it. I curled my finger, searching for my G-spot, and rubbed hard. My thighs trembled.

"Uhn… haa!"

I added a second finger and started a rapid piston motion. A soft, wet slap echoed in the quiet room. I rubbed my clit hard with my thumb, stimulating both inside and out. Pleasure surged. My uterus clenched, my hips bucked involuntarily. I was close.

"A… aaa!"

My whole body shuddered. My pussy clamped down hard on my fingers. Hot arousal spilled down to my wrist. My mind went blank—David Tae's face flashed vividly in my thoughts. The aftershocks of climax rolled through me for long moments. I gasped, opened my eyes, and reality crashed back.

What did I just do?

My fingers were still inside. Glistening arousal had spread down my thighs. Shame rose—but so did another hunger. I pulled my hand out slowly, then gently stroked my pussy, unwilling to let go of the sensation.

David…

I whispered his name in my mind, and my pussy throbbed again. I startled myself. After seven years of marriage, a mother—how could I be this aroused by another man? But my body was honest. My hand still ached to return.

Days passed. Since that day, David Tae's face hadn't left my mind. Every night, his voice appeared in my dreams. Every morning, I woke to find my pussy soaked.

Today, on the way to drop Daniel Jun off at daycare, I dressed with extra care. A tight-fitting blouse, a skirt that ended just above the knee, a neckline that subtly revealed my cleavage.

I saw him at the daycare entrance. David Tae was dropping off his son, turning around as I approached. Our eyes met, and my heart pounded hard.

"Hello. Daniel Jun's mom."

His low, soft voice made my thighs tremble. I forced a smile and answered. But unlike me, the words came easily.

"Yes. David, right? I saw you at the event last time."

We started talking.

About our kids. About daycare news. But I could barely focus. His broad chest. The tendons in his forearms as he rolled up his sleeves. The way he looked down at me. My legs shook. When he leaned in slightly, his scent faintly reaching me, my body reacted instantly.

My pussy burned, my labia swelling. My panties were already damp, clinging to my clit. With every step, the inside of my thighs slipped against the wet fabric.

My clitoris pulsed with sensitivity—every time I slightly closed my legs under the skirt, a tiny electric jolt shot through me. My nipples stood hard beneath my bra, tapping against the blouse.

I'm insane. Why am I like this here?

I scolded myself, but instinct moved first. As we neared the end of our conversation, I found the courage to speak.

"If you're free sometime… would you like to grab coffee? I'd like to talk more about the kids."

David Tae looked surprised for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

We moved to a nearby café. As we sat and talked, my body burned. Under the table, I pressed my thighs together, but my pussy kept leaking, soaking through. I couldn't stop imagining his fingers inside me.

We exchanged numbers over coffee. When I saved his contact, my fingers trembled slightly.

When he lightly touched my shoulder as we parted, saying, "See you next time," I nearly moaned. Electricity shot down my spine, and my pussy entrance twitched tightly.

In the car on the way home, I gripped the steering wheel hard. My panties were completely soaked. I lifted my skirt slightly and slipped a hand in—my fingers slid in the slick arousal that had pooled there.

What have I done? I'm a married woman.

Guilt surged, but so did a pounding heartbeat and a throbbing ache below. Just a brief meeting had me this aroused. At a red light, I crossed my legs, pressing my pussy slightly. A stronger craving flared. That night, I knew—I wouldn't be able to sleep without thinking of him.

That night, I went into the bathroom to shower. Michael Min was watching TV in the living room. Daniel Jun was already asleep. I turned on the warm water, letting the stream wash over my tired body. But as the water hit my chest, David Tae's face flashed vividly in my mind. His broad chest. The tendons in his arms. The way he looked down at me.

I closed my eyes and gripped the showerhead with one hand. The other naturally went to my breast. My nipples were already hard. As the water hit them, I pinched one tightly between thumb and forefinger. A sharp pleasure shot straight down.

"Haa… David…"

Whispering his name, my pussy responded instantly.

I stood with my legs slightly apart, one hand spreading my labia. Already, arousal mixed with water, glistening. I pressed two fingers against my entrance and slowly pushed in. The hot inner walls clamped around them.

I aimed the showerhead directly at my clit. The strong stream hit my clitoris, and my hips bucked involuntarily.

I moved the stream slightly, stimulating my clit while rapidly pistoning my fingers inside. Wet slap sounds mixed with the water. When I rubbed my G-spot hard, my pussy swelled and clenched tighter. My thighs trembled, my knees felt weak. I braced one hand against the wall.

My fantasy grew sharper. David Tae from behind, holding me roughly, his hard cock piercing my pussy. His large hands kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples hard. I added a third finger. Three fingers filled me, sliding in with a slick sound.

"Ah… David… put it in. Deep…"

I blasted my clit with the water and frantically rubbed inside. Pleasure exploded. My uterus clenched sharply, goosebumps covered my body. My inner thighs spasmed, my pussy clamped down hard on my fingers.

Orgasm crashed over me. My legs nearly gave out. Hot arousal gushed like a fountain, soaking my fingers. It ran down my thighs, mixing with the water. The aftershocks trembled through me for long moments. I gasped, leaning against the wall. The water still poured over me.

Do I really want to be with another man?

The thought crossed my mind, and shame and guilt rushed in. A married woman. A mother. Craving another man this desperately. Tears welled up—but at the same time, my pussy throbbed, craving more.

My hand went down again. This time, I slowly stroked my clit, savoring the lingering pleasure.

David… it's because of you that I'm like this.

I was confused. Yet my fingers didn't stop. In the bathroom mirror, my face was flushed, my eyes already gleaming with desire.

The next night, after putting Daniel Jun to bed, Michael Min came into the bedroom. He approached me with his usual tired expression and gave me a light kiss.

"You worked hard today."

That was all. I swallowed a sigh. Once, that warmth would've been enough. Not anymore.

Michael Min climbed on top of me. The familiar routine. He lifted my dress, groped my breasts without even unhooking my bra. His touch wasn't rough, but not careful either. Just… habitual. I closed my eyes, pretending to feel his hands. But in my mind, it was David Tae.

David… how would you touch me?

When Michael Min pulled down my panties, my pussy was already soaked. He looked slightly surprised, but said nothing, just pulled down his pants. His cock touched my entrance. The usual slippery penetration.

"Umm…"

I let out a small moan and spread my legs. But in that moment, I imagined David Tae's thick, hard cock piercing me. Michael Min started moving slowly, but my body craved a rougher, deeper rhythm. I pulled him closer, eyes tightly shut.

David. Harder. Deeper. Fuck me.

With every thrust, I replaced Michael Min with David Tae. His broad chest. His strong arms. His face, panting as he looked down at me. Instead of Michael Min's cock moving inside me, I imagined David Tae's thick shaft grinding against my inner walls.

My pussy burned hotter. My labia swelled, my clit pulsed. I lifted my hips to meet Michael Min's rhythm, but in my mind, I was calling for David Tae.

"Haa… ah…"

As my moans grew louder, Michael Min sped up slightly. But he was still distant. He sucked on one breast briefly, then focused only on his own pleasure. His indifference somehow turned me on more.

David would devour my whole body.

I brought one hand down and started rubbing my clitoris. As Michael Min thrust, I rubbed hard. Pleasure surged. My pussy clamped tightly around his cock, arousal spilling over. My thighs trembled, my uterus clenched sharply.

David… I'm this wet because of you.

Orgasm neared. I gripped Michael Min's shoulders tightly, silently screaming David Tae's name in my mind.

A powerful orgasm crashed over me. My pussy convulsed, gripping Michael Min's cock hard. My whole body trembled, hot arousal overflowing. Michael Min came soon after, collapsing on top of me. He panted, satisfied. But I still felt thirsty.

After Michael Min went to shower, I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Why do I only think of David Tae when I'm with my husband?

Guilt crushed my chest. At the same time, a stronger desire flared. Michael Min's cock hadn't satisfied me. What I truly wanted was David Tae's rough, hot sex. My hand drifted down, gently stroking my still-sensitive pussy. My clitoris swelled again, throbbing. I clenched my teeth.

The morning after being with my husband, I made a decision. My hands trembled as I sent David Tae a message.

[Hi, David. Yesterday's coffee was delicious. If you're free this week, would you like to meet again for a drink?]

I put the phone down immediately, trying to calm my heartbeat.

Ten minutes later, his reply came. Simple, but warm. We made plans for Friday evening.

On Friday afternoon, I left Daniel Jun with my mother.

"I have dinner with old friends tonight."

She took him without suspicion. When I returned home, I told Michael Min the same.

"There's a college reunion tonight. I might be late."

Michael Min, lying on the couch watching TV, replied half-heartedly.

"Alright. Be careful."

His indifference dulled my guilt. At the same time, as I lied, my pussy tingled and grew wet again. My panties dampened, my labia swelling.

I'm lying to my husband… to meet another man.

Desire surged stronger.

I stood in front of my closet and picked my underwear first. Instead of my usual plain cotton panties, I chose black sheer lace ones, matching bra. When I put on the bra, my D-cup breasts lifted and pressed together, forming a deep cleavage. As I pulled up the panties, my already slightly wet pussy brushed against the lace, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My post-pregnancy body—still firm breasts, a narrow waist, soft, full hips and thighs. I cupped my breasts, pinching a nipple lightly. Instantly, my pussy twitched and clenched.

"David. Today, I'm going to meet you with this body."

My hand drifted down, stroking my pussy. My clitoris was already hard, and when I rubbed it lightly, clear arousal seeped out. I clenched my teeth and pulled my hand away. If I came now, the meeting would lose its edge. Instead, I decided to carry this hunger with me.

I put on a black dress that ended just above the knee, hugging my curves. My cleavage stood out, and every time my thighs showed, it felt provocative. I put on bold makeup, sprayed subtle perfume. In the mirror, I wasn't a wife anymore—I was a woman going to seduce a man.

As I stepped out the door, the inside of my thighs felt slick. With every step, my panties clung to my pussy, stimulating my clitoris. Even as I started the car, my pussy throbbed, leaking more arousal.

David… what will happen when I see you?

My hands, gripping the steering wheel, were sweaty. Guilt and excitement mixed, making my whole body tremble. But I had no intention of stopping. I was already falling for him.

At 7 p.m., we met at a quiet riverside restaurant. David Tae arrived in a white shirt and jacket, and the moment I saw him, my legs nearly gave out. He smiled and lightly took my hand—warmth and electricity shot up my arm.

The conversation flowed naturally, but my mind was elsewhere. With each sip of wine, each time I met his eyes, my pussy burned. My panties were completely soaked, the lace clinging to my labia. My clitoris pulsed with every heartbeat, stimulated just by sitting.

"Sarah, you look truly beautiful tonight."

His low voice made me press my thighs together hard. My nipples stood rigid, threatening to pierce through my bra.

After dinner, we naturally headed toward his car.

"Want to talk more somewhere quiet?"

I nodded.

In the car heading to a hotel, his hand landed on my thigh. The warmth of his palm pressing through the fabric made me swallow a small moan.

As soon as we entered the hotel room, David Tae pushed me against the wall. A rough yet tender kiss. When his tongue entered my mouth, my pussy instantly clenched, arousal spilling down. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him wildly.

"Sarah. I've been thinking about you too."

His hands unzipped my dress, pulled off my blouse. When my full D-cup breasts spilled out of my bra, he groaned, grabbing them with both hands. He rubbed my nipples with his thumbs, then sucked one into my mouth.

Intense pleasure made my hips buck. He unhooked my bra, sucked one nipple hard, and with the other hand, lifted my skirt. My lace panties were already transparent with wetness. His fingers rubbed over my pussy, and I spread my legs, surrendering to his touch.

"So wet?"

He pulled down my panties and slid a finger into my entrance. My slick arousal swallowed it easily. He curled his finger, rubbing my G-spot, and I gripped his shoulder, moaning. My thighs trembled. When he rubbed my clitoris with his thumb at the same time, pleasure exploded.

He laid me on the bed and stripped. His cock stood thick and hard. I spread my legs wide, welcoming him. David Tae pushed in slowly. His thick shaft filled me, stretching my inner walls.

"Too big!"

He started moving—slow at first, then harder. The slap of skin, the overflow of arousal. I scratched his back, lifting my hips. Every time he plunged deep, my uterus tingled.

He changed position, putting me on top. Riding him, my breasts swayed. Every thrust of his cock brought me closer to climax. I rubbed my clitoris against his pelvis, rotating my hips fast.

He thrust up hard from below. My pussy clenched around his cock, spasming. Heat surged up my spine.

A powerful orgasm engulfed me. My pussy sucked his cock, contracting violently. Hot arousal gushed like a fountain, soaking us both. My thighs shook violently, my vision whited out. David Tae soon thrust deep and came. The warmth of his cum filling me sent another wave of aftershocks.

We lay tangled, drenched in sweat. Gasping, I buried my face in his chest.

This… was what I wanted.

Guilt crept up slowly. But so did satisfaction—and a deeper hunger. As David Tae's hand continued to stroke my ass, I thought:

I can't go back now.