Chapter 1 — The Story of My Wife and My Friend's Wife's Pussy

We were all drunk—men and women alike—giddy from the rare getaway. Thomas Park and I had come with our wives to a small seaside cottage, spreading out the snacks we'd brought as soon as we arrived. His wife worked at an insurance company, just like mine. Both were seasoned veterans now.

Soft music played in the background as we began to dance. My wife reeked of liquor, her scent sharp and intoxicating.

She wasn't used to drinking, so she swayed unsteadily. Grace Kang had flushed cheeks too. We were all intoxicated. I pulled my wife close, spinning her around the living room. Thomas Park did the same with his.

"Jenny Jisook…"

I whispered her name against her ear—a name I rarely used.

"Oh… why are you being so weird all of a sudden? 'Jenny Jisook'? Since when?"

Still, she didn't resist. She looked up at me with feigned annoyance, eyes glinting.

"Heh… you just look especially beautiful tonight."

"Pfft… liar."

"No, really…"

I pressed her tighter against me. Through the fabric, I could feel the thick mound between her thighs pressing into my right thigh. Heat surged through me.

My hand slid down, gently stroking the soft bulge of her pussy mound. The slight swell beneath her clothes burned against my chest.

"Let's do it here."

"What? Are you crazy?"

Startled, she pinched my side in response to my whisper.

But Thomas Park wasn't any better. He was already aroused, hands roaming over his wife's body. Moans slipped from her lips—heated, unrestrained. His hands gripped her ass hard, grinding her pussy against his cock as they danced.

I began openly caressing my wife. At first, she hesitated, glancing toward Thomas Park, but slowly her resistance melted. Her eyes fluttered shut.

Carefully, I unzipped her pants. A deep moan escaped her.

"Ahh… mm…"

She buried her face in my chest.

My hand traced over her panties. Even through the thin fabric, I could feel the coarse curls of her pubic hair. Coarse, dense—so damn good.

She had thick bushy hair down there. And the shape of her pussy—perfect, something I still marveled at after all these years.

I stroked her through the fabric before slipping my hand beneath her panties. She twisted her hips, halting her dance movements, pressing herself fully against me.

"Ahh… honey, this is embarrassing… mmm… what if your friend sees… ah… your fingers, honey…"

When she felt my finger slide deep into her slit, her whole body shuddered.

She was already breaking. Or rather—I wanted her to break.

Thomas Park and his wife weren't far behind. They'd stopped dancing entirely, leaning against the wall while he groped her. His hand had already disappeared into her pants.

A jolt shot through my groin. I knew exactly what his fingers were doing—probing deep inside a woman's pussy, somewhere I'd never touched.

Her juices must be flowing… her pussy like a deep, swollen river…

I sank deeper into pleasure, growing rougher with my wife.

Might as well go all the way now.

She seemed turned on too—especially by the idea of being touched like this in front of our friends.

I tilted her sideways and laid her gently on the living room floor.

"Ahh… honey, can we really do this here? Your friend's watching… ah, I don't care anymore…"

I stopped thinking about Thomas Park. One by one, I started undressing her.

As I removed her white blouse, her full breasts came into view, confined by black lace lingerie. She was definitely wearing matching black mesh panties—I knew that much.

The room filled with heavy breathing and moans. Thomas Park was already panting over his wife's body.

Her pants were half-lowered, and his crotch pressed against hers. Her tiny panties had slipped down slightly, clinging to her hips.

My cock was rock-hard, painfully erect.

I tore off my shirt, then my pants. Standing in only my underwear, I resumed undressing my wife.

When I pulled down her pants, there it was—the black mesh panties, darkened by the shadow of her thick pubic hair.

I hadn't looked directly yet, but I felt Thomas Park's gaze land on us. His bloodshot eyes were locked onto my wife's pussy, hidden beneath those damp panties. The thought sent wild excitement coursing through me.

Thomas Park was staring at my wife's pussy—his hand still buried in his own wife's cunt, but his eyes devouring mine.

I glanced at him. Our eyes met head-on.

I smirked. He grinned back.

We moved closer—drawn together by raw, unspoken hunger. The space between us burned.

I unhooked my wife's bra and tugged her panties down. Thomas Park, as if showing off, yanked his wife's panties off completely.

We both gasped.

There we were—staring at each other's wives' bare pussies. I was losing my mind.

Deliberately, I shifted my wife slightly toward Thomas Park. As our couples drew nearer, I caught the musky scent of his wife's arousal.

I reached out, sliding my hand between her legs. She was still moaning under Thomas Park's touch, eyes closed.

With one hand, I teased my wife's pussy. With the other, I explored his wife's.

Softness. Then the coarse texture of her pubic hair. Then the warm, plump folds of her labia.

Soon, I pushed a finger deep inside her.

"Hah… hah… ahh! Honey… ah…!"

Suddenly, Thomas Park's hand slipped between my wife's thighs.

He was trembling—but he didn't stop. His fingers began exploring her pussy, sliding upward, then plunging deep inside.

"Ahh… honey… I don't know… ah… yes…!"

She clung to my neck, panting wildly.

I whispered into her ear.

"Jenny Jisook… that's Thomas Park's hand. Right now, Thomas Park is touching your pussy…"

"Ahh… what should I do… I don't know… ah… honey…"

Her body convulsed.

I grabbed Thomas Park and pulled him closer. Without a word, we switched places—me over his wife, him over mine.

The women didn't resist. They accepted it.

I buried my face in his wife's full breasts. My fingers plunged into her soaked pussy.

"Ahh… huu… I don't know…"

"Heh… Jenny Jisook's sister-in-law… you're stunning…"

Her pussy was wide open, glistening pink and wet. I leaned in and started sucking.

Thomas Park spread my wife's pussy wide and began licking fiercely. I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust my thick cock deep into his wife's pussy.

"Aaagh! I'm dying… I don't know… my pussy… it's too good… ah… honey, what do I do… hah… hah…"

She screamed like a madwoman the moment my cock entered her.

"Damn… your pussy tastes incredible… how the hell is it this good? Lucky bastard, Thomas Park…"

I nearly came right then. At that exact moment, Thomas Park's thick cock was just beginning to enter my wife's pussy. Slowly, it disappeared inside her—then erupted into violent, pounding thrusts.

"Uuuh… ah… Jenny Jisook…"

At the climax, I slapped Thomas Park's shoulder. No words needed. We understood each other perfectly.

I wanted to come inside my wife. I climbed back on top of her.

I drove my cock into her drenched pussy, whispering into her ear.

"Jenny Jisook… was Thomas Park's cock good? He sucked your pussy so well… what if he asks for it again? What'll you do?"

"Ahh… you're cruel… I don't know… hurry, honey… please… I can't take it anymore…"

I slammed into her savagely.

She shrieked, her body shaking violently. She was tasting heaven.

I looked over—Thomas Park's wife, legs wide open, impaled on her husband's cock. That pussy… absolutely delicious…

On the drive home, Thomas Park leaned close and whispered in my ear.

"Your wife's pussy… tasted amazing. Never had one that good before."