Chapter 1 — The Widow's Lust

I attended the second anniversary memorial of our late executive as the company’s representative.

Unlike ordinary employees whose passing marks the end of their connection with the firm, this man had been a major shareholder—someone who once held real influence over company operations. And now, all that power had passed to his widow.

Of course, only after his death. Stepping into the spacious two-story Western-style house with its wide garden, I saw several women dressed in fine clothes—elegant housewives who clearly belonged to the upper class.

I bowed respectfully after receiving a greeting from the grieving widow in mourning attire. Then I sat at the prepared table and downed a few cups of liquor. Her bare face, untouched by makeup, revealed a radiant beauty—truly stunning.

I couldn’t understand how, during his lifetime, the executive had wandered from hostess bar to hostess bar when he had such a beautiful woman at home.

I saw her again a few days later, by chance, at a department store. I was leaving after purchasing gift vouchers when I nearly collided with a tall, slender woman approaching from the opposite direction.

“Oh! Vice Manager Jeong!”

She greeted me lightly, removing her sunglasses with a small nod. Dressed in a bright gray business suit, a silk blouse, and black stockings, she looked nothing like a widow—more like a young professional woman full of vitality.

She was completely different from the woman in mourning clothes I’d seen at the funeral.

“Who…? Oh—Madam!”

We exchanged polite, perfunctory greetings and parted ways. But as I drove out of the parking lot, I saw her again—waiting for a taxi.

“Madam!”

“Oh! Vice Manager Jeong!”

“Let me give you a ride. I’ll take you home.”

I opened the door and she stepped in. As I drove along the riverbank, I began stealing glances at her in the rearview mirror. She sat in the backseat, and I took the chance to study her closely.

Her cool double eyelids, thick eyeliner, sharp nose, long straight hair, full lips—she was breathtaking. The sleek black stockings hugging her long legs, the red heels… My cock stirred instantly. Pretending to shift gears, I reached down and stroked the bulge in my pants, indulging in a private thrill.

When we arrived at her house, I reluctantly carried her shopping bags inside and followed her into the living room.

“Thank you so much. Please, have a drink before you go.”

As I sipped my beverage, she excused herself to change clothes. I took a small sip, my eyes following her retreating figure. The moment she entered her room and closed the door, it creaked open again—whether she’d left it ajar or the latch hadn’t caught, I couldn’t tell.

Then, from the dining table diagonally across the room, I caught sight of her in the full-length mirror inside her bedroom. She was taking off her blouse.

“Ugh!”

I nearly choked on my drink. In her tiny slip, the sheer lace at her chest revealed her full, round breasts pushing outward. Below, the deep back cut exposed the pale skin of her lower back, and the edge of her stockings revealed a glimpse of her white thighs.

“Uhh…!”

Hold it, damn it! But my cock throbbed insistently. She stood before the mirror in her bra and skirt, then slowly peeled them off, now in nothing but a sheer negligee. Seeing her smooth, flawless skin made my heart race. My pulse pounded, and my cock twitched, straining against my pants.

She turned slowly in front of the mirror, inspecting her body. Through the translucent fabric, I saw the curve of her ass, the half-exposed swell of her breasts. The hem of her slip fluttered up, revealing a flash of pink panties.

Then she lifted one leg onto the dressing table to remove her stockings—and I saw it: dark, coarse pubic hair peeking from beneath her panties.

“Uhh… I’m losing it…”

Was it sheer? I could see the shadow of her pussy through the fabric. When she bent forward, her bare, pale breasts swung down, swaying softly, perfectly formed. My cock strained violently against the front of my pants, desperate to be freed.

She hung the stockings on the dressing table and slowly pulled the slip up and over her head. For a moment, I saw the delicate patch of hair at her side—then her entire naked body came into view.

Her round, lifted ass, her firm, perky breasts, her slender waist—she didn’t look like a 38-year-old woman.

She removed her panties, then used her toes to hook them up and held them in her hand. She stared into them for a moment before placing them on the dressing table.

In the mirror, I saw her neatly trimmed mound—just a small, soft tuft of hair.

My cock was fully erect now, throbbing so hard that the slightest touch would set it off. She pressed her breasts together, then spread her legs and bent forward, peering between them. She parted her pussy with her fingers, inserted one slowly, then pulled it out and examined it.

She turned, checking her ass in the mirror—each movement making the soft hair sway.

“Haa… I’m going insane.”

The naked body of a woman who radiated grace and refinement—my mind went blank.

She pulled a long nightgown over her naked form, and with a pang of regret, I watched her beauty disappear beneath the fabric.

When she walked back into the room, I quickly lowered my head and pretended to read a magazine. A moment later, she went to the kitchen sink and began peeling fruit.

Thinking of what lay beneath that nightgown, my cock refused to calm down, twitching violently under my pants.

If only I could lift her skirt and see that ass bare… Ugh.

The curve of her ass, clearly outlined under the nightgown, was irresistibly firm.

I imagined walking up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. All I wanted was to pull out my cock and press it against her ass. The kitchen light seemed to outline her silhouette perfectly.

When she bent slightly to bring fruit on a tray, her breasts came fully into view—two full, white mounds exposed right before my eyes.

“Ah… haa…”

I gasped, and the drink in my hand spilled onto my lap.

“Oh my!”

She rushed over with a dish towel and began wiping my pants. As her hand brushed over the bulge in the front, she froze.

“Vice Manager Jeong…!”

I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her waist and pulled her close. Her soft breasts pressed against my face. I lost all control, clutching her tightly and pressing my lips to hers.

“Mmmph—!”

She turned her head, but I caught her face with both hands and found her lips. My tongue forced its way between her teeth, pushing past her resistance.

When she finally opened her mouth, I plunged my tongue deep inside. I tasted her, licked every corner of her mouth, sucked up her saliva, and swallowed it greedily.

I breathed in her panting breaths, my hands reaching for her skirt.

But she fought back fiercely, pushing me away. With surprising strength, she broke free, opened the fridge, and gulped down cold water. Water dripped from her lips, trickling between her breasts.

In front of me, my cock strained against my pants, forming a massive tent, ready to burst through.

I wanted to pull it out and march straight to her. But she looked at me, paused, then slowly closed her eyes.

“Vice Manager Jeong… do you really want me?”

I couldn’t speak.

“Then… just this once.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. I stepped toward her, standing in the middle of the living room.

Before I could think, she pulled her nightgown up and over her head. Smooth legs, her pubic hair, her pale stomach, her full breasts—revealed one by one.

When she stood naked before me, I quickly stripped off my pants and underwear.

My cock sprang out from between the buttons of my shirt like a cannon, proud and massive.

She stared, her eyes wide with shock.

I nodded toward it, took her hand, and guided it to my shaft. Then I shrugged off my shirt.

As her soft hand gently grasped me, I leaned in and kissed her lips. I sucked on her upper and lower lips, then moved my hand down to her pussy.

I pressed my palm against her—warm, soft mound, the soft hair.

“Ah~~~~~”

She moaned and gripped my cock tighter. I raised one finger and slowly pushed it inside her.

“Gently…!”

Her wet walls clung to my finger, slick and warm. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. Her sweet breath filled my nose.

One hand caressed her ass while the other traced her back and waist.

I pushed my finger deeper, then curled it inside her. She groaned.

“Ah~~~~ there~~~~ it hurts~”

I moved my finger back and forth, hooking it, feeling her inner flesh catch.

“Ah~~~ yes~~~”

Hearing her, I briefly felt guilt toward the late executive—but it vanished instantly. Her neck and breasts were already marked with my saliva and kisses.

“Do you want me to suck it?”

I pulled her head down. She lowered herself, presenting her face before my cock in a posture like someone about to pee.

Before her beautiful, delicate face, my cock stood proudly, fearlessly displaying its might.

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked the base.

“Uhh~~~”

My cock tensed, veins thickening, throbbing violently.

She licked up the shaft, then fondled my balls with her fingers. The shaft glistened with her saliva—then plunged into her mouth.

Her lips stretched wide, her cheeks bulging. She sucked tightly, moving her head slowly back and forth.

“Uhh~~~ Madam~~~”

I pushed my fingers into her hair. She pulled my cock out of her mouth for a moment, breathing heavily.

“Call me Emma. ‘Madam’ is an old title from a forgotten past.”

She slowly stood, then leaned in and bit my nipple, licked it with her tongue, then sucked.

“Uhh~~~”

When she was fully upright, I bent her over the dining table.

Her breasts flattened against the surface as she leaned forward. I pressed my cock against her crotch, and she slightly spread her legs.

“Emma… put it in me~~”

She reached down, grabbed my cock, and guided it to her entrance. Between her manicured fingers, painted a deep red, I saw the thick veins of my shaft.

I gripped her hips, ready to push in, waiting for the moment.

“Ah~~~~ too big~”

“Do you… not like it?”

“No… my husband was small… and he had erectile dysfunction.”

Ah. So that’s why the executive went out so much.

Strangely, her words filled me with confidence and pride.

As she rubbed my cock against her entrance, I couldn’t hold back—I thrust my hips forward.

“Ah~~~~ tight!”

She screamed.

“Gently… it hurts~~~ ahh~”

My cock plunged deep, filling her narrow tunnel completely. I slowly pulled back, the head of my cock dragging against her slick walls.

“Ah~~~~ it’s good…”

She reached one hand behind her and grabbed my outer thigh, pulling me in deeper. I began thrusting—forward and back—raking my cock against her inner flesh.

“Ah~~~~ ah~~”

“Uhh… haa!”

She gasped and moaned, her hips jerking.

“Ah~ honey~ more~~~”

She sobbed, her thighs glistening with wetness as she begged.

I pounded harder, faster. Her pussy, slick with her fluids, became even smoother. My shaft glistened, coated in her juices.

“Uhh~~ haa!”

I could feel it—the hot lava of cum boiling at the base of my cock, surging upward through the shaft.

“Uhh~~~ Emma… I’m… gonna come~~~”

“Ah~~~~ more~~~ more!”

She shook her ass from side to side, grinding her inner walls against the head of my cock. Wetness streamed down her thighs.

“Ah!!!! I’m coming~~ ah~~~~”

Her body trembled, convulsing.

“Ah~ I don’t know~~~ how~~”

She wailed, sobbing. I kept grinding, rubbing her raw, bruising her insides.

“Uhh~~ I~~~~ am~~~~ cumming!!!!!!”

I pulled her hips toward me and emptied my load deep inside her.

“Uhh~~~~~~ ugh”

It felt like a massive boulder being expelled—my cum surged with incredible force into her depths.

I rubbed my pubic bone against her ass, squeezing out every last drop.

She collapsed onto the table, arms outstretched like someone praising the sky. I turned her over, held her close, and carried her to the living room sofa.

Her thighs glistened with her fluids. Cum dripped from her entrance, leaving a long trail on the floor.

She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, then straddled my lap, holding me close.

“That was… too good…”

“Thank you… I haven’t been with a man in so long…”

She opened her eyes and looked at me. I laid her on the sofa, gently spreading her legs over my thighs.

Her entrance was smeared with cum and her own wetness. I wiped it with a tissue, then pulled her close again.

When I stuck my tongue into her open mouth, she sucked it greedily. As my saliva passed to her, she swallowed it with pleasure, her throat moving.

I kissed her breasts, then cradled them in my hands.

Her hand slipped down, then paused at my groin. She felt my cock—already hardening again.

She gently stroked the shaft. At the tip, a drop of pre-cum oozed out.

“Ah… I can… again? This is… incredible!”

I licked her body as I held her.

“I’ve only heard about this… never thought it could be real…”

She gazed at me with awe and admiration, pressing her body even closer.

“Can I… stay here tonight?”

She nodded. That “just once” promise was broken the moment that night began.

I ravaged her pussy until dawn. Then, while she prepared breakfast at the sink, I sat her on the counter, sucked her pussy again, and fucked her once more.

And now, the phone ringing is none other than her—Emma.

“David-ssi~ it’s Emma… we had such a delicious time today… come over, don’t be late~~~~”

In sex, knowledge and refinement come second. And right now, she’s completely obsessed with me. Tonight, I’ll smear cake on her breasts—maybe eat some pork cutlet too?