Chapter 107: Caught Red-handed

Chapter 107: 107: Caught Red-handed

"You never did this for your husband either, did you?"

"You don’t need to know that."

That was a very long way of saying no.

"Managing Director Choi is a simple man. He has a wife with tits this incredible and never once got a titjob? What a boring sex life he lived. If I had you as my wife I would have get a titjob from you every morning."

"Don’t make judgments about other people’s sex lives."

She flared up immediately. So she couldn’t tolerate me insulting her husband.

Every time I saw it, I became more convinced she truly loved him. That kind of reaction didn’t come from anything less.

All the better.

Now I could see how far this cock could break through true love.

"Why not? Your husband’s not in here."

"He’s in the bedroom."

"But right now it’s just us. Tell me honestly, where he can’t hear. What do you think of my cock?"

"It’s disgustingly big. And filthy."

She spat the words as if refusing to acknowledge it at any cost, even while diligently soaping every inch of it with her breasts.

"You never did this for him because his cock was too small compared to your tits, right?"

"That isn’t why."

She stopped moving altogether to protest.

That reaction made it sound exactly right.

"So it was the size."

"I said it wasn’t."

As if to punish me, she moved her breasts much faster around my cock to get over it faster.

"Fuck, that feels amazing. Faster, Mrs. Choi. Your husband really missed a lot of good things in his life."

"Are you insane?"

She said that, but her chest showed no sign of stopping.

Was she planning to get me off like this? I had no complaints.

I started thrusting between her breasts. She recoiled in alarm.

Squelch Schlop Schlop.

"Ah! Hold still. Stop moving."

"How am I supposed to when your tits feel this good?"

"We agreed I would only soap you. That’s enough. Stop now."

"I don’t think I can stop before I come."

"Come? What did you just say?"

I said I wasn’t stopping until I came.

I drove my cock wildly between her breasts.

They were so fucking soft—different even from Manager Selena’s.

Once I started moving, Rosa had little choice but to keep her breasts pressed together for me.

"Don’t. Please don’t do this."

"You’re still holding your tits around me while you say that."

I’d expected her to pull away once I began thrusting. Instead, she stayed there and kept them in place.

Then I noticed where her eyes had gone.

Until now she’d turned away every time my cock moved in front of her. Now she was staring at it as it slid up and down between her breasts.

I thrust harder.

Schlop Schlop Squelch.

Water and foam slapped against her chest with obscene, wet smacks.

She remained still, offering me her breasts as she watched my hips and cock move against them with vigorous thrusts.

"Fuck... These rich-wife tits are incredible."

"You really are a pervert."

Rosa bit down on her lip, enduring it.

But she wasn’t avoiding my cock anymore. Her eyes stayed fixed on it despite the resentment in them. It was obvious she was becoming conscious of it.

"Keep those tits together, Mrs. Choi."

She grimaced but held them firm.

I used her chest like a sleeve, driving between the soft flesh while she remained in place.

"...Hurry and finish."

"Sorry. I take a while."

"How long?"

"Twenty minutes, maybe."

"Twenty...?"

She gave me a look of disbelief.

Then, almost unconsciously, she repeated it under her breath.

"...Twenty minutes."

Interesting.

I kept pounding between her breasts until the pressure finally built.

"I’m coming."

Splurt!

Rosa silently accepted it.

Splurt Splurt Splurrrttttttt!!!

My cum shot up between her breasts like a fountain while she looked down without a word.

When I finished, she slowly rose and studied the mess coating her chest before stepping beneath the shower.

The stream washed all that cum from between her breasts. What a waste.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I thought you might swallow it."

"Who would do something so filthy like that? I already used my breasts for you once. That’s more than enough."

Apparently swallowing would have to wait. But I can definitely see it being possible in near future.

After rinsing her chest, Rosa whirled toward me.

"And before you misunderstand again, I didn’t do that because I wanted to. I only got you off once so it might be easier when we... do it later. Understood?"

"Let’s say that’s true."

It sounded more like she’d wanted to feel my cock against her, then panicked and made up an excuse afterward.

But she was mistaken about one thing.

I wasn’t the sort of man who went limp after one load.

I walked over to her beneath the shower.

"What now? I already let you finish once."

"I need to rinse off too. I’m covered in soap."

"Oh."

She glanced at my foamy body.

"Right."

"And naturally, you’ll wash me thoroughly with the shower."

She gritted her teeth but did it, using her hands to rinse every part of my body with surprising care.

Her hands may have lingered a little too long on my chest and back, but I decided not to mention it.

"My cock too."

She stared at it. Her eyes still said she hated the idea. Earlier she’d insisted she didn’t even want to touch it.

Even so, one slightly trembling hand closed around me and carefully washed away the foam.

Her hand remained on my cock longer than anywhere else.

Once the shower was over, we left the bathroom. I deliberately kept a hand on her shoulder as we stepped out.

The woman who’d complained whenever I touched her no longer said a thing.

The moment the door opened, Rosa froze.

"...Honey?"

Managing Director Choi Doha stood before us, holding his wife’s purple panties in one hand.