It was not as if MC set out to be a pole dancer. It had never interested her before, nor she thought she had any aptitude to it, it just happened almost naturally, starting out with an aerial yoga class she won at a charity auction she attended one evening and evolving from there. It was just a way to stay fit and busy.
Jumin, in spite of his jealousy and the terrible optics that the sport has, never complains about it. He paid for the classes, even when he learned that the teacher would be a man, and whatever else she would need without so much as a word edgewise, be it positive or negative. He just smiles indulgently whenever she mentions it, and that is that.
He is jealous, of course, it does bother him that other people see his wife in a sports bra and lycra pants, and it absolutely bothers him when he wonders about what must go through men's heads when they see such a beautiful woman in lewd positions. He does not say anything because he also realizes the good that brings his wife, how this is the one thing that she stubbornly and selfishly keeps to herself, and he gets off on supporting that.
The black-haired man listens with rapid attention how she goes on and on about the routines and positions, even if he does not retain any of the information, and he constantly offers to buy her new silks and hardware. He has noticed how she had been a little happier after those first few lessons, with a little bit of a pep in her step around the penthouse. He has also noticed that her flexibility has gotten a lot better. He wants to be involved in this hobby that she so carefully cultivates over the months.
Eventually, he gets his wish. One day, he returns from work to the sound of an electric screwdriver booming through the apartment. He follows the source of the sound to a guest room on the first floor, the smallest one, tucked in a corner of the floorplan.
His wife was sitting on the floor, disassembling the bed and clearing out the room.
"Oh, I thought that I could set up a small studio in here, since we rarely use it. I'm sorry, I should've run it through you first."
Jumin, again, smiled indulgently and said that this was her home just as much as it was his and she could dispose of the rooms as she pleases, which them proceeded to him admonishing the servants for not helping her with the work.
After that, his feelings about pole dancing evolved somewhat. From his seat at the dining table, if he pended his head just right, he could see the inside of the studio on a reflection on the china cabinet. It looms over his mind every time he sits down for a meal and sees it propped against the floor and the ceiling. When he sees her silks out and tossed over the beams, he lingers a little before work to watch her twist her body up and listen to a podcast.
He is still jealous, but while he used to be jealous of other men seeing his wife dance, he is jealous of other men for having the chance of seeing his wife dance live, instead of a squinting reflection. MC is not confident in her skills and it had taken her a year to be comfortable enough to show her husband the basic moves she learned so long ago.
One afternoon, while she has her earbuds in while practicing some of the moves she had been struggling with, Jumin gets to come home just a little early.
MC does not even notice him when he does step through the door. Her body is high on the pole in the Eros pose, not that he would be able to put it in too fine a point. Her eyes are closed and she is just bumping along to the music in her ears.
He watches as her body whips around a few times into a sitting position, with one leg outstretched, and he feels the sight go right to his cock.
The man knocks on the wooden door and watches as her eyes finally meet his, widening in surprise. She squeals, releases herself from the pole almost too quickly and take her earbuds out.
"Jumin, hey!" The woman greets softly as she take in how hard he is in his suit trousers. "I was just practicing…"
"Why don't you show me your routine?" He cuts her off quietly.
MC just nods in response.
"Let me change first?" He says and kisses her on the head before he moves to their bedroom.
He returns five minutes later with a dining room chair in tow. She is connecting her phone to a speaker and selecting a song quietly, humming as he settles himself down and smiles up at her.
"You look beautiful, kitten." He says softly.
MC smiles at him and giggles, hand on the pole as she gives a little walk around it.
As the music soars and she begins to climb the pole, the contrast between her body language is striking. He had never seen her more confident in herself than right now. He watches her body heave itself up onto the axis and twist in ways he has never thought possible or exciting before, and his cock begins to strain the fabric of his sweatpants.
"Kitten." He clears his throat.
Her dismount is one of the most beautiful tricks he has seen her body do so far and he bites on his lip.
"Yes?" She asks, back to a demure position.
"I'm going to need you to stop dancing like that right now or I'm going to cum in my pants." Jumin grumbles, rather ashamed of himself.
MC steps closer to him and smiles. "Well, I could get my silks back out, get you wrapped up in them."
She smirks amusedly as she straddles his lap. His hands are immediately on her hips, admiring those tight-fitting pants and the sports bra she is wearing.
"I could cover your eyes with them, have you grab them and pull yourself up to me." She giggles and leans in to kiss him gently as she rocks her hips down onto him.
"Yeah? Maybe we should." He says softly.
Jumin nudges his wife's hips closer to him. He is not interested in those silks right now. Rather, he is interested in getting those painfully teasing sports clothes pushed to the side and burying his cock deep inside of that wet cunt of hers.
"Get these off of me." He mumbles into her ear and moves her hands to his sweats. "So that I can fuck you the way you deserve."
MC is not one to not listen to the great Mr. Han when given a straight order. She is soon moving off of his lap and pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles, kissing on his thighs with gentleness. He is not wearing underwear and his cock is an angry red as it stands at full attention.
The black-haired man is content in smiling down at her and getting comfortable on the chair. "Sit back on my lap, back to me."
The woman once again listens to him, settling back down on his lap as he jerks her own pants to the side.
"Jumin." She moans.
MC turns her head to look at him and he just gives her a half smile, kissing her shoulder gently. His hands are pushing her thighs apart and one hand is rubbing against her clit over her pretty set of cotton panties. He has never heard a prettier sound than the one that leaves her lips when his cock pushes up against her clothed cunt.
"I want you." The woman demands.
"I want you too, kitten." He whispers against her skin.
He pulls her panties to the side to tease her folds with slow rubs of his cock before he is pressing it inside of her. She closes her eyes when he wraps that strong arm around her waist and pulls her as close as he can get her to his lap. He does not thrust his hips, just lazily dragging them in circles under her. His fingers are teasing her clit just as slowly as his movements are.
Sometimes, Jumin just needs to take his time with his wife, take his time to feel every centimetre of her insides, and he pushes her up just slightly after a few more moments. She is supporting herself with hands on his knees and her knees perched perilously on the edges of the chair, beside his thighs. His hands are on her hips as he gets a good view of the panties that he has been raving about hugging the curves of her ass as he starts to thrust into her slowly.
"You always feel so fucking good." He breathes on the foot of her ear.
He bites down on his lip as he concentrates on the thrusting motion, enjoying the feelings thundering on his body.
MC loses balance and digs her nails into his knees and he is determined to get her to cum without touching that sensitive little nub anymore as punishment. The angle the two of them are in and the position of her bodies makes each thrust her husband gives so deep that she can hardly stand it.
When her breathing becomes heavier heavier, sweat starts to bead on her forehead as she pushes her own hips back into his thrusts, she knows she is feeling her orgasm building. She is so close to tipping over into pleasure and she knows that he is too.
"Jumin, baby… I'm gonna cum." She whispers to him
The man just slides his hand up to the curve of her throat and her shoulder to pull her back against his chest and down to his lap. That is all she needed to push herself over the edge. She holds onto his wrist as she cums and he is jerking himself out of that wet cunt to spurt ropes of white onto the crotch of her panties, completely ruining them.
"Sorry, kitten, I'll buy you more gym clothes." He whispers, not at all regretful of the mess he made at her studio.
He, then, releases her shoulder and breathes out shakily, relaxing in an odd angle into the chair.
From that day on, Jumin insisted that his wife practices her pole dancing exclusively at home, preferably when he gets to watch. MC's skills on the sport ended up slumping as a result, but it is alright. She begins to have another kind of exercise.