Chapter 1 — The Unforgettable Day (A True Story)

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 my day off. My wife had gone to work, and I woke up late, sending a text to Emma.

"Emma. Busy?"

"Nah, free. Just wrapping up in Bupyeong. Thinking about heading home."

"Really? Then...wanna come over to my place?"

We'd been lovers in our late twenties to early thirties. After both of us married and lost touch for years, we'd reconnected in our mid-thirties—just occasionally, for sex. Once a month, usually. We'd meet in DVD rooms, sucking, biting, fucking, lost in each other. Late at night, hiding from our spouses, we'd even have phone sex.

"Should I?"

"Yeah. However you come, I'll be waiting at the door."

"Okay. See you soon."

A little later, Emma texted back. I went out to pick her up. This was the first time she'd ever come to my house.

I brought her a drink while she glanced around, nervous. We chatted idly, then decided to play a game.

I left the living room window open. My apartment was on the fifth floor of an apartment building. From a distance, someone on the street could see right in.

Soon we began the game. With each round, our clothes came off piece by piece.

Me, down to just my underwear. Emma, still wearing her bra, stockings, and panties.

Under my briefs, my cock was already rock hard. Emma's panties were damp, soaked through.

Our eyes burned with desire—this was the moment we'd both been waiting for.

Back into the game. I focused intensely, determined to strip Emma bare. Then her phone rang. Her husband, probably.

She stepped aside, arguing loudly into the phone.

Bra, panties, stockings—still on.

I crept up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and squeezed her breasts through the lace of her bra.

She flinched, covering the phone's mic. "Don't. Not now."

But I slid the bra up, cupping her heavy, full breasts in my hands, rolling her large nipples between my fingers.

She was still on the call.

Their voices grew sharp, angry.

Her husband shouted, demanding to know where she was. She shouted back—she was working.

I licked the back of her neck, my hand sliding down slowly.

My fingers slipped under her panties, gliding over the soft mound between her legs. Her pussy was already slick, warm, welcoming.

Suddenly, Emma moaned into the phone.

"A... uh..."

Her husband snapped. "What? What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

I gently pushed one finger inside her pussy. Emma moaned again.

"Ahh..."

Her husband's voice came through loud. "Where the hell are you? What are you doing? Are you with that guy?"

"What are you talking about? I told you—nothing. I'm working!"

"Then why are you moaning? You're with him right now, aren't you?"

Emma, furious at his accusations, screamed into the phone.

"Yeah. I'm with him right now. Happy?"

"What are you two doing?"

"What? My husband is sucking my pussy right now. Why?"

"What the hell? Daniel. Are you crazy?"

"Yeah. I'm crazy. Crazy for sex. Right now, he's touching my pussy. I've got one leg up, and he's fingering me. How about that? Turned on? You're hard, aren't you? Fuck. Just beat your meat."

"Hey. Daniel. What the hell are you saying? Stop it."

"Ahh... it feels so damn good. He's so good with his mouth."

I leaned in, licking her clit with my tongue.

"Hah..."

She gasped, breathless, moaning into the phone.

"He's licking my pussy. It's so good... I'm dripping... this is insane... I've never leaked this much before... his tongue is amazing... my pussy feels so alive..."

"Hey. Daniel. Stop it. Stop!"

"You're kidding, right? You're out there with your dick in your hand jerking off. Admit it. You're turned on, aren't you? Huh?"

Her husband said nothing.

"Say it. You're turned on because I'm having sex with another man, aren't you? Huh?"

Through the phone, I heard her husband's moan.

"Yeah... I'm so turned on. I can't believe how hot it is—Emma fucking another man. What's he doing? Huh?"

"Crazy bastard. He's fingering my pussy."

"How many fingers?"

"Hah, you're insane. Three."

"Tell him to add one more."

"Hahahaha. My husband says add one more finger."

"Oh? Okay. Then here comes number four. Your pussy's so tight and juicy..."

Click. Squish. Squish. Through the phone, we could hear the wet sound of my four fingers thrusting into Emma's pussy. And through the same receiver, the sound of her husband jerking off. The whole scene was electrifying.

I unhooked her bra, peeled off her panties and stockings, then led her to the living room window. I placed her hands on the glass, then stood behind her, looking over her shoulder at the street below. People passed by, walking, talking.

Emma grew even more aroused. I dropped to my knees and started sucking her pussy again. She moaned into the phone.

"He took all my clothes off and brought me to the window. I can see everyone outside. It's so exciting. They can probably see me naked. See him sucking my pussy. Fuck, I'm so turned on. My juices are dripping down."

Her husband's voice came through.

"Ah, fuck. Emma, you're such a filthy, slutty whore. I love you like this. I love you. Emma! Scream louder. Let everyone outside see you. Let them all know what a dirty, depraved slut you are."

Emma moaned even louder.

"Ahh, it's so good. Fuck, it feels so damn good. Suck my pussy harder. Ah, look at me. Look at this depraved Emma. Look right here. See me naked, out of control, getting my pussy sucked."

I was so turned on. I sat her down, pulled out my hard cock, and shoved it into her face—fully visible from outside. Emma stuck out her tongue, licking my shaft, then opening wide and taking it deep, sucking hard.

"Hey. Daniel. What are you doing now?"

"Uh... I'm... sucking his cock..."

She was sucking my cock, telling her husband exactly what she was doing.

"Emma. How's his cock taste?"

"So good. Sweet. I want to drink his cum."

"Suck harder. Get it all wet. Make loud, sloppy sounds."

"Yeah. Okay. Ah, his cock feels so good."

Suck it loud enough for your husband to hear.

"Yeah. Suck, suck..."

Her husband only moaned in response.

"How's it feel, Emma? Your husband's cock or mine—which do you like more?"

"Obviously mine. Even after marriage, I can't forget his cock. I'm sucking it while my husband listens. His cock is the best."

"Really? Then suck it better. Dirtier. Make it obscene."

"Yeah. I will."

I turned my head and looked outside. On the rooftop of the hospital building next door, a male patient was staring right at us. What should I do? Close the window? Or keep going?

"Emma. There's a guy watching us from the building next door. What should we do?"

"Really? Let him watch. Fuck. If he's turned on, he can jerk off too. Isn't this what hospitality's about? Hahaha."

"Fuck. You're such a dirty slut. I'm even more turned on. Do this—put your hands on the window. Yeah, make sure your face is visible. Can he see you?"

"Yeah... ah, I'm so turned on..."

"Fuck. Should I fuck you now?"

"Yeah. Fuck me. Pound me. Cum inside my pussy."

"You dirty whore."

"Ahh... I love it. Say more."

"You fucking slut. You're so depraved, cheating on your husband with another man."

"Ahh, so good... ah, I think that man's jerking off... ah, I love that he's watching me, jerking off while looking at me."

"That's right. Just fuck her pussy and anyone will love it..."

"Yeah... I know. Come here."

I fucked Emma and walked toward the front door, still inside her. I opened it and started slamming into her right in the entryway.

Anyone passing by could see us clearly. The danger made it even hotter.

Emma had completely lost her mind, screaming in ecstasy.

"Ahh, fuck, I'm so turned on—ah, what if someone sees me—fucking in public like this—ah, who cares who sees."

"Ahh, but I'm so damn turned on—ahhh, fuck me harder—ah, I want someone to see. I want anyone to come and fuck me right here."

I kept thrusting into her, stepping completely outside. I gripped the elevator railing, fucking her from behind as she screamed in pleasure.

I turned her head back and kissed her lips. She opened her mouth, full of saliva, and sucked my tongue. I spat into her mouth. She spat back. We kissed, tongues tangled, drenched in spit, grinding our hips as I fucked her.

Orgasm was coming.

"Emma, I'm gonna cum. Today, take it all in your mouth. Swallow every drop."

"Yeah. I'll take your cum in my mouth. I'll drink it all. Cum now."

She dropped to her knees, opened wide, and started licking my cock. I jerked myself off and shot thick streams of cum straight into her mouth.

Her mouth stretched, cum oozing in. She took it all, gulping it down, swallow after swallow.

Ahh... this pleasure...

My cock still oozed cum. Emma kept her mouth open, ready to catch more—when suddenly, the elevator door opened.

And there stood my wife, staring at us in utter shock.