Jihyun was sweating inside the stuffy wardrobe of his, with only a small crate for light and air. It had been a hot day and their little flat never did have very good ventilation, thanks to his photography lab down the hall, so the heat of the sun seemed to cling to everything like the greasy film of a half-washed plate.
Well, that was part of the reason why. The other part was the reason why he was stuck inside his stuffy wardrobe tonight, why he could feel the sweat trickle down his chest, being absorbed by the elastic and cotton of his pants, the only clothing he was wearing.
The reason for that stood brightly next to the mustard-yellow striped duvet less than five steps away away, so close that he could practically reach out and touch her.
MC.
They had been married only a few months, a few blissful months, and his guts still twisted with desire every time he looked at her. Even when, or perhaps especially when, she was looking at someone else.
Jumin sat down stiffly on the bed while the woman rummaged on her dresser, after something or another. He was drinking a can of cheap lager that she, in her "peasant" sensibilities favoured, and flushing ever deeper by the minute. He wore a three-piece suit which, in spite of a summer day's worth of office work, seemed as clean and pristine as it did fresh out of the cleaner's, which made him feel awfully out of place in the relaxed and private environment of a couple's bedroom.
In spite of his awkwardness, Jihyun felt a familiar throb in his groin as his friend spoke.
"Are you sure that V is not coming back tonight, then?" Jumin spoke on a clipped tone, as if he was deathly afraid of the answer.
She nodded sweetly and stepped closer to the man. "I don't expect to see him for hours."
MC ran her fingers through her loose and voluminous hair, freshly blown out for this exact occasion. She shakes it out as she leans on the bed, and then lets one arm fall casually around her lean waist, while the other served to propel her upper body. She, then, lifts her top leg off the floor, her calf and ankle brushing the black-haired man's leg.
If Jihyun took a step sideways, he would be able to see down her low-necked blouse, but there was no crate on that door, so, filled with regret, he held still for the moment.
"I see." Jumin tilted his head. "Is that why you asked me over? To keep you company while he is gone?"
The woman smiled and shifted herself a little closer to him. "You could say that. You know I like company. Your company in particular, if I can't have Jihyun's."
"Well, then…" He croaked. "Just how close of company did you wish to keep?"
"About this close." She said.
MC turned on her hip and crawled on top of him. Jihyun watched as his wife deliberately ran a finger over the lips of his best friend, her own lips parting as Jumin opened his mouth to suck on her finger.
"That is, ahem, quite close." Agreed Jumin hesitantly when he paused. "But I am not sure it is close enough to satisfy me."
The air around Jihyun seemed to rise another few degrees as Jumin put his arms around MC's waist and pulled her to him, sucking at the skin of her neck. Jihyun knew just how that must feel for her, as he had desired deeply to be on the receiving end of those harsh kisses more than once, and he had to hide his desire in sinful ways. Alas, now his path to damnation is already paved and he does not care about such things anymore.
His cock hardened, watching. He ignored it.
MC's head was flung back, exposing her neck to Jumin's hungry mouth and Jihyun's lascivious eyes. When Jumin paused, her fingers went to her blouse, undoing the little pearl buttons that held the thin white fabric together. Her brassiere was white too, a lacy confection that the man's assistant herself had given her as a shower gift. Jaehee could not predict her boss' preferences better even if she tried.
MC twisted her arms up behind herself to undo the hooks. That was something that had always baffled Jihyun. He could not understand why lingerie manufacturers felt it necessary to make a woman's tits as inaccessible as possible. A conspiracy, that is what it was.
Carefully, mindful of the creaky door, he opened the wardrobe ever so slightly and edged closer to see as Jumin took one rosy nipple into his mouth. His wife gasped, and he saw her other nipple start to harden untouched.
Fuck. He thought he had never seen anything so sexy in his life. He gripped the fabric of his pants with both hands to stop himself grabbing his prick, as he had to keep quiet and, if he masturbates, he is quite sure there would be no way to stop the moans.
"Jumin..." MC moaned out the final consonant.
Her hands were lodged on her paramour's head, tugging at his wavy locks, evidently urging him to suck at her other breast too. Service-minded as he is, Jumin promptly moved, leaving the first visibly wet, a tight pink rosebud after the rain.
Jumin reached around to MC's bum, kneading it through the crinkled green gauze of her skirt. His hands stilled for a moment, then he lifted the fabric, feeling underneath.
"You naughty kitten, you are not wearing any underwear." Jihyun heard him say.
The woman chuckled, in a louder tone.
"Why should I? They'd only get in the way." She said, while fumbling at the buttons of his fly.
The man gripped her wrists. "Let me."
MC sat back to let Jumin unbutton, tugging the expensive trousers down. Jumin's dick sprang free, firm and ready. A hint of moisture at its head gleamed. Jihyun licked his lips.
"You've no right to talk when you weren't wearing anything underneath your fancy suit, either." The woman said, running her fingertips delicately along the length of the shaft.
Jumin caught hold of her wrists again.
"You know what I like." He murmured, demanding.
Nodding, and holding a small smirk on her face, MC lifted her fingers to Jumin's mouth, her eyes fluttering closed as he sucked at the first two.
Jihyun knew what Jumin liked, too. He knows that his friend liked it when he is taken from behind, rough and fast. The usually composed man would grunt and groan the way he was doing now as his wife's fingers entered him.
"Oh, gods yeah, you're the best..." Jumin moaned, his voice fragmenting in erotic pants. "I'd bet V... Loves it when you do... This to him, too."
"He does, indeed." She laughed.
Jihyun nodded his head in agreement from inside the wardrobe. He has always liked it. It was different from when his former partners finger-fucked him, with her it was always more intense and he could never take it for long before bursting, but he loved it. Watching his friend have it too was so powerful that he could almost feel MC inside himself, too.
"Touch me." MC demanded, pulling Jumin's hand to her.
The black-haired man pushed her skirt up, Jihyun could catch a quick glimpse of curls from his angle, and then his hand was between her legs, his thumb moving in circles. She gave a small cry
"That's good, isn't it? You're so wet for me, kitten. I want to fuck you until you can't come any more." Jumin's voice rasped. "Come on, no more teasing."
Pulling her fingers away from his backside, MC moved forward, grasping his prick and lowering herself onto it.
"Ah!" She sighed.
The woman rocks the member a little in her mouth, as if to make sure she could feel every inch. Then she started to move, her breasts swaying, their nipples stiff and ruddy. Jihyun licked his lips again, wanting to taste them. His prick was hard and he ached to be part of their fucking.
The wet sounds of Jumin's cock in MC's cunt were familiar, yet slightly different from when he and MC had sex. The rhythm was not the same, nor was it ever alike when either of them ever fucked another.
Jumin was touching her again. His thumb rubbed across her clit while his fingers splayed out over her stomach, holding her skirt away. With his other hand he was caressing her breasts, squeezing the creamy flesh. She slowed her movements, distracted by the sensations rocking her body.
"Oh, oh, oh!" She shook, grasping down at the messy mattress.
Jihyun knew how it must feel to Jumin just then, and he is thirsty for feeling it once again later tonight. The way her juicy cunt was contracting around his prick, as if urging him to join her. His own balls tightened almost painfully at the memory.
"Yeah, that's it, come for me again, kitten." Jumin flashed a pleased grin at her, of the nature that rarely graces his dark expression.
He lets go of her breasts for a moment to push back sweaty dark hair from his face. His fingers on MC's clit never stopped moving, though.
"Oh fuck, that's… Yes, right there!" MC gasped, her hips jerking spasmodically up and down the axis. "Oh fuck, enough now, just..."
Jumin moved both of his hands to hold on to the woman's arse as she moved, leaning forward to meet his lips once more.
Jihyun knew that Jumin was close to coming. He knew it from the way that his fingers dug into MC's hips, slamming her down on him. He knew it from the way that not only Jumin' face but his neck and chest were flushed red and damp with perspiration.
He is so aware of his friend's feelings, in fact, that, when Jumin arched and shook and came, Jihyun did too, spurting into his pants without ever having touched himself. Thankfully, he had just enough control not to cry out.
MC rubbed herself against Jumin for a moment more, her eyes squeezing shut as she reached a third orgasm, then collapsed forward onto him. Jumin put an arm around her and stroked back tangled hair.
"So, my love, have I kept you sufficient company this evening?" He quips, his mood lighter than it has been for the entire week.
"For the moment, I suppose." MC laughed softly and snuggled into Jumin' embrace. "We'll see how we feel later. You're staying, right?"
He chuckled and kissed her neck. "Of course. I would not dream of leaving you right now."
The woman beamed at him and jumped to her feet. "Then come on! You haven't eaten yet, and the dinner I made you must be getting cold by now."
MC pulled Jumin by the hand and led him to the kitchen, not before discreetly winking on the direction of the wardrobe.
Cautiously, Jihyun stepped out, grabbing fresh clothes and a towel on his way, and slipped through the doorway down the hall to their bedroom, which led to their bathroom. He removed his stifling pyjama bottoms and soiled underwear with relief, letting the air cool the sweat from his body, always being very careful to remain quiet.
With the towel, he wiped himself of semen and sweat. It was not very hygienic, but it had to do for then. After that, he dressed himself in the casual set of clothes he fetched on his way.
Then, he waits.
The clicking of metal against ceramic along with animated conversation can be heard coming from the kitchen, but it is far enough that he could not make out any specific words. After a while, it dies down, and steps approach, towards the bedroom door.
As the wood clicks against the lock, Jihyun leaves the bathroom and ducks out through the back door. Once in the street, he thinks where to go. Perhaps he should drop by at a bar for a couple of hours. A couple of their friends would, no doubt, be there, and they could talk or play darts or who knew what, until he could go home and pretend not to know yet what had happened.
He was glad that MC had agreed to his plan. Now that his friend had fucked her as a married woman, perhaps Jihyun would be able to talk him into a threesome. MC had already said that she would be keen on the notion.
