(True Story) The Affair of a 27-Year-Old Married Man

Hello.

I'll share one of the things I've experienced.

It happened during my third year of marriage, when I was working as an electrician at a building in Seomyeon, Busan.

You could call it a kind of affair.

There was a design academy in the building where I worked, and they were holding an event that day.

It was a graduate exhibition and sponsorship event, and the girl I met that day was a hostess in hanbok, welcoming guests.

I got to know her while helping out with the event and exchanging a few words.

As we talked, I learned she was 19 years old, had just graduated from high school, and had joined the academy because she wanted to study design.

As I spoke with her—well, since she was 19, maybe I should refer to her as 'that girl' instead of 'her'.

Anyway, as she chatted about this and that, I couldn't stop staring at her lips—painted red with lipstick, full and thick. I wasn't thinking of anything else; all I could think was that I absolutely wanted to suck on those lips.

Her figure also caught my eye. Though she was wearing hanbok, so her curves, breasts, and hips weren't clearly visible, she seemed tall, and her face was cute—she really appealed to me.

The next day, while I was working at the office, the security guard at the front desk said someone was calling on the intercom.

I picked up the phone, and someone at the gate wanted to see me, so I went out—and there she was, waiting for me after finishing her class.

'Hyung, if you're free, can you buy me a cup of coffee?' she said.

I was so thrilled in that moment.

So I told my supervisor I had to leave early for a family matter, and told my wife I'd be late because of a company dinner. I went out with her, and we drank coffee and alcohol nearby in Seomyeon, staying out late together.

As it neared midnight, I suggested we head home, but she said her head hurt from drinking and asked if we could rest a while at a video rental room before leaving.

I'd never been to a video rental room before, so I was curious, and since I was also drunk, I readily agreed, thinking we'd just rest a bit, sober up, and go.

From the outside it looked narrow, like a matchbox, but once we entered the room, it was surprisingly spacious.

Anyway, we lay side by side on a sofa-like bed, half-watching a video. I glanced over and saw she had her eyes closed, breathing softly and irregularly.

Her face was flushed in the dim light, her full lips slightly parted. In that moment, I couldn't hold back.

We'd only known each other two days, but bracing myself for a slap, I gently pressed my lips to hers.

But she accepted my kiss as if she'd been waiting for it.

Actually, I should say she sucked on my lips.

As we sucked each other's lips and tongues, I touched her breasts, lifted her top, and started sucking her pink nipples.

As I sucked her breasts, my hand moved down toward her lower body.

But though I was eager, her jeans were so tight that pulling them off was no easy task.

I kept sucking her lips, one hand on her breast, the other unfastening her belt—completely busy.

Thankfully, as if understanding my struggle, when I tried to undo her belt and pull down her jeans, she slightly lifted her hips. I was so grateful.

But the jeans were so tight that I could only pull them down to her ankles—they wouldn't come off any further.

Then she said, 'Hyung... just a second...' and motioned for me to move aside.

With her jeans still hooked around both ankles, she spread her legs into a wide O shape and gestured for me to come between them.

Strangely, this way her legs could open wide enough, and I had no trouble moving my hips at all.

So I slid my body between her spread legs, sucked her lips and nipples again, and with one hand, inserted my fingers into her pussy.

Her slippery pussy juice dripped down past her anus, soaking the sofa.

I took my hard cock and gently pressed the tip against her pussy, rubbing it—without inserting it yet.

Maybe this is where the difference between a virgin and a married man shows.

A married man never rushes a meal that's already been served.

She, growing impatient, grabbed my waist and kept pulling me toward her.

Unable to resist her flushed face and heavy breathing, I pretended to give in and thrust my hard cock into her pussy.

She was so wet that as soon as I pressed against her, my cock slid in with a whoosh.

How many years had it been since I'd done this with a woman other than my wife?

So I gave it my all.

Clearly, since she was giving herself to me after only two days, she wasn't a beginner.

If I wanted to keep seeing her often, I had to make her completely dizzy with pleasure—so I thrust with all my strength, as hard as I could.

After such a long time, I finally came powerfully. My drunkenness had completely worn off, and I lay there smoking, catching my breath.

About thirty minutes later... I started wanting to go again.

So I kissed the girl lying beside me, fully dressed with her arm as a pillow, signaling my intention.

(Let's do it one more time.)

But... maybe I'd pushed too hard—she said her lower body hurt and she couldn't do it again.

Still, since I kept insisting, she paused, then began unbuttoning my pants.

Then she started sucking my cock without hesitation.

It had been so long since I'd felt this—it felt incredibly good.

She was probably still half-drunk at the time.

But I didn't realize it then—only after I came into her mouth a few minutes later did I feel sudden shame, wondering if I'd really needed to make her do this.

Seeing her cough and spit out my semen into the ashtray beside the TV, I felt both guilty and grateful.

After that, for six months, I continued this affair behind my wife's back.

On the building's rooftop, in elevators, machine rooms, underground duty rooms, in the car, and more.