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Sana goes home early.
Nayeon had texted her. A picture of herself in the mirror next to their bed. In the photo she had been lying on her side, dressed in the pink lingerie they bought a few weeks ago, high heels, and a fuzzy pink robe. Her hair had been disheveled, her blonde locks messier than she usually had them.
For the casual lookers, it could be considered just a normal raunchy picture. Maybe a bit risky to text your S.O. while they worked, but that’s about it.
But Sana wasn’t a casual looker.
Sana knew her wife; knew Nayeon’s body, her face. Zooming in she could see all the telltale signs of what she had been up to. The hair, the obvious signs that someone had been gripping it. Her lips were redder than usual, puffy. The blush on her visible skin.
She was usually the one who left her in that state.
“What did you do?” she texted Nayeon. Looking around the office to make sure no one was paying her any mind.
“Filmed you something.”
She knew exactly what that meant, her mouth went dry. She scooted forward on her desk, making sure her growing boner was hidden.
“Who? Momo?”
“The new neighbor.”
The new neighbor was short and seemed to be very shy, always greeting them with a blush. She was cute; with dark hair, and pale skin; Sana thought she might work from home since she didn’t seem to go out often and there were noises from her apartment at random times during the day, and in tech, as far as she could tell. Since she had moved in Sana had only noticed her getting visitors a feel times.
She was a mystery. The image of her running Sana’s wife alone is enough to make her hot under her clothes.
So Sana goes home early.
She arrives to find Nayeon, still dressed in the same way she had texted her in. This time sitting on the living room couch.
“That has got to be a record.” she grins at the sight of her wife. Sana looks red, wide-eyed. She throws her briefcase somewhere and bolts to the couch. Pushing Nayeon down, a demanding hand grips her chin hurtfully while her tongue darts inside her mouth. She takes it, letting Sana taste the remains of the other woman on her lips. She pushes her back when her hands wander too much. “Not yet.” she tugs her lips between her teeth painfully. “Sit down.”
Sana stares at her for a second, tongue running over the bruised lip, but obeys.
Slowly, too slowly, Nayeon gets up and walks towards their bookshelf, Sana quickly spots their camera; the dark plastic easily hidden between two books. Nayeon takes it between her hands and pops the tape out.
They had agreed to keep it all on tape. There were fewer chances of it leaking somehow like that, but it also gave it an analogical aspect to it; to have something physical, holding the events of their escapades. It felt good to see them on their shelves and know they were the only ones—along with some friends who had gladly been willing participants—who knew what footage it held.
Nayeon approaches her with the tape between her fingers. A diabolical smile on her face.
“I haven’t named this one yet.” She tilts it so Sana can see the blank tag. They named it with a seemingly random series of numbers and letters; two letters for each person on the video. Then the number of orgasms each had had. “Thought I’d let it surprise you.”
“Play it.” Sana says, already gripping her hardening cock over her slacks.
The room was empty. The windows closed. Daylight coming in through the curtains. There was an open laptop on their coffee table, but that was all the signs of life in the room.
Then Nayeon walked in. Her pink robe closed; looking almost chaste. Her blonde hair was pulled into a bun. She was talking with her hands, as she often did.
“I didn’t even click anything,” she explained. “It just died; I’m not sure if it’s fixable, but you mentioned you worked with computers so…”
“I can try.” walking behind her was Kim Dahyun. The shorter girl was dressed in a white hoodie and red checkered pants, she had the polite smile of someone who had been dragged into helping a neighbor they didn’t know very well.
“Sana always tells me I'm like an old lady with a computer.” Nayeon joked, pointing at her laptop. “I just click on whatever looks the shiniest.”
Dahyun chuckled, excusing herself as she sat on the couch, pulling the machine on her lap. “Well, if it’s a virus or something it's easily solved.” She was already focused on it. “If it's a hardware issue, I can probably tell you what is it, but won’t be able to fix it myself.”
“I suppose that’ll have to do.”
There was silence for a few minutes as the girl tried to make the laptop come to life, unaware of the tension growing in the room. After a few more tries, she sighed, obviously disappointed at her own failure.
"I'm sorry, do you mind getting me its charger?" she requested it in a soft voice, obviously doing her best to make it sound like she didn't think Nayeon was stupid.
"Oh, of course." Nayeon got up from her spot on the couch where she had been watching the younger girl with hungry eyes. "It's in our room, I'll go get it."
"You should have had her fuck you in our bed." Sana says, eyes not leaving the screen, hand already inside her pants, slowly working herself up.
"I couldn't think of an excuse to get her there." Nayeon whispers back. She isn't watching, she knows what happens. Instead, she observes the reaction on her wife's face to the footage playing, and sees the slight hint of annoyance appearing.
“You and your games.” Sana shakes her head lightly, disapprovingly, but still, her eyes are glued to the TV.
Giggling she cups her face, scooching closer to press a kiss to her cheek. “It makes for better scenes.”
Nayeon returned curtly, black cable in her hands. Giving it to her neighbor with a smile.
"Thank you." The girl got up, looking for a power outlet. "I just want to test if it's actually drawing power or if–"
She didn't get to finish, a few seconds after the cable had been plugged in the computer came to life. It wasn’t the screen lighting up that made her stop talking, however. What froze the shorter girl in her place were the noises that left the cheap built-in speakers; obscene, loud, wet sounds, moans, and dirty words.
“You used to be more subtle,” Sana said, turning to her wife with a teasing smile.
“I’ve been trying to get her to fuck me for months now.” Nayeon pouted. “Subtlety doesn’t work with her.”
Dahyun moved fast; hitting the spacebar to pause the video while her gaze avoided the screen. Her pale face was as bright red as her checkered pants.
“The battery was dead.” She said, voice strained, looking at Nayeon.
“Oh, that makes sense.” she nodded, a smile on her face. “I was distracted; it didn’t even occur to me what happened. For some reason, all I could think of was calling you for help.”
There was silence again as the two of them just looked at each other. The look on Nayeon’s face couldn't be mistaken for anything other than lust, her pupils were dark, her gaze unfiltered on her neighbor's face, hand playing with the collar of her robe, fingers pushing it down slightly with every movement.
“I should go.” Dahyun said, clearing her throat.
She took one step forward, intending on walking herself out the door, But Nayeon took the same step perpendicular to her, blocking her path.
“Stay?” It was a request, made with a small pout, her hand slid down from the collar to the loose string tying her robe together. “I might need your help with something else.” she pulled on the cord, her robe falling open.
There was a beat before the younger woman spoke again, eyes clearly stuck to the form in front of her. Nayeon’s exposed skin, covered only by the small tight pink fabric, hugging her tits, wrapped around her legs.
She was a sinful sight.
“You’re married.” Dahyun said, and yet her eyes wouldn't leave the woman’s body; she felt herself growing hard. The way her tits were barely covered by the lace, the outline of her hard nipples visible; the supple flesh of her thighs, even the look on her face, practically devouring Dahyun where she stood, all contributing to making her lose her mind. “Your wife--” She was nice to her, always greeted her at the elevator with a sweet smile, made conversation with her in the hallways, and didn’t seem to mind Dahyun’s awkwardness.
“Won’t be home for at least two hours.” Nayeon said instead, taking a step forward. Dahyun’s eyes finally snapped up to her face. “And even when she gets here, she’s always so tired .” She whined, taking another step forward, now standing so close Dahyun could smell her perfume. “I get so lonely here.” She punctuated her words by running her hand from her neck to the valley between her chest, delighting in the way the young woman’s eyes followed it.
“But--” Dahyun stuttered, eyes struggling to focus on a single spot. “Your wife--” whatever argument she was trying to know was lost to even herself, brain short-circuiting as Nayeon took another step forward, this time draping her arms around her shoulders.
“Doesn’t have to know.” She nuzzled the girl's cheek, fingers softly grazing the back of her neck. “I promise it will be our little secret.”
She knew she had won when she felt the girl's shoulders relax under her arms; a small shy hand coming to rest on her hip, running up and down her soft skin slowly. She took the hint to press their bodies together.
Dahyun sped at the feeling of her breasts pushing against her; she was already embarrassedly hard. She knew she shouldn't be, knew she should try to resist it. But how could she with the woman almost throwing herself at her, especially since she had gotten no action in months?
She gave up on resisting when a pair of wet lips pressed a kiss against the side of her head, the hand on her neck tangling itself in her hair. Instead, she let her hand wander from the soft spot on the married woman's hip to her back, and then to her ass, grabbing a handful, cock pulsing as she moaned against her neck. So sensitive to her touch…
Nayeon was done waiting. She tilted the girl's head, finally kissing her.
The kiss only stayed innocent for a second, the press of lips changing as soon as Nayeon opened her mouth, the younger girl’s tongue eagerly entering her mouth.It was heated, and sloppy, hands getting stronger with each brush of their tongues.
Nayeon moaned, feeling the girl's cock pressing against her.It didn’t seem to be that impressive; he had deftly felt bigger ones pressing at her, but it didn't matter. Her hand slid between them, cupping it over the pants, grinning when the girl jolted, grinding herself against her palm.
“You want it?” Dahyun asked, pulling away from her mouth to kiss her neck, being careful not to mark the skin.
“So bad,” Nayeon whined,
“Beg for it.” Her hand was heavy on Nayeon’s ass. “ Go on . Beg for my cock.”
Nayeon felt breathless. She hadn’t expected the quiet young woman to be like that. So intense, and demanding. She felt herself flood her underwear.
“Please.” she gasped, pressing their bodies flush. “Please, fuck me. I’m so wet already, I promise my pussy will feel so good around your cock. I promise I’ll make you come so fucking hard. Please--”
“You fucking better.” Dahyun said, rough hands turning Nayeon around, pressing against her ass now. “Bend over.”
“She’s angry.” Sana says in wonder, biting her lip at the image of her wife getting manhandled.
“Yes.” Nayeon kisses her neck, hand moving to remove Sana’s own from her cock, taking its place, slowly pumping it, thumb grazing against the glistening head. “Don't worry I talked to her after, turns out she has a crush on you.”
She grinned, all teeth “Cute.”
Nayeon obeyed, bending over the arm of the couch, enticing wiggling her ass in the air, eyes momentarily stuck to the camera held on the shelf. She could imagine what she must look like; so easily bending over for someone who was essentially a stranger, begging to be fucked.
To Dahyun, she looked like a cheap whore.
The younger girl took the new position as a chance to push the robe away, balling it up, exposing her ass; her lingerie barely covered anything, ridiculously small. She ran a curious hand over the skin, before gripping one cheek roughly.
She could see the dark, damp spot on the fabric; Nayeon was wet; had probably been since she walked in here. She couldn’t believe this was what the woman had gone to interrupt her workflow for.
But she couldn't deny how hard she was. How Much her body wanted this. She shoved her pants down just enough while a steady hand on Nayeon’s back kept her from squirming as she sort herself out. Then that same hand moved southward, two fingers pulling her panties to the side just for access.
Nayeon’s hand grasped the couch in expectation at the first touch of the cock head against her hole, biting down on her lip.
Dahyun pushed it all in. Groaning at how easily she slid in. Cock being sheathed in the wet, warm embrace. She heard the woman beneath her gasp, felt her squirm, obviously wanting her to move. Fuck her.
And fuck her she did.
Dahyun hips moved with reckless abandon, desperate, Nayeon was wet enough for it to be easy, her cock rubbing against her walls with every thrust. Her hips hit her ass with loud slaps every time. The room filled with nothing but Nayeon’s sinful moans, and Dahyun’s gasps. And the filth noises of her cock sinking into the wet hole.
“So good.” Dahyun threw her head back. She was sweating, she could feel her balls tensing, despite that, she didn't slow down. She was conflicted between wanting to last, and wanting to just let go. Put her load deep into the older woman. “So fucking good…”
Nayeon wasn’t fairing much better. Her brain mush at the strength and speed of the cock pushing inside her. She had her eyes closed, mouth opened, slack, moaning with every touch of the hard cock against the soft spots inside her, without caring for who could hear her.
But it was still missing something. Her shy, cute neighbor seemed too busy focused on getting off, focusing on fucking into her pussy, that she had no attention to spare for Nayeon, who liked to be touched and worshiped. So she had to do it herself.
Letting her torso hold her up against the couch she instead moved her hands, one to fondle her own chest, squeezing the mounds under her bra, while the other quickly found her clit, hastily rubbing circles on it with two fingers.
“She’s not a very generous lover.” Sana says under her breath, eyes trained on the way the young girl keeps her eyes closed, her thrown back as her rhythm falters, undoubtedly feeling Nayeon’s cunt clench around her. She couldn’t blame her for coming right then; she knew very well how good it felt to bottom out like that; empty her balls on Nayeon. Knew full well how tight she could get when she came. “Lack of experience, maybe?”
her eyes leave the screen to look down to where Nayeon is currently kneeling, between her legs, hand still jerking her—slowly, first tight just enough—while occasionally sucking and licking at the head.
“I think so.” she gives it a kiss, lips sticky with pre-cum, tongue peeking out to tease the small leaking hole. “I wanna have her again. Teach her some things.”
The thought makes Sana hum. Looking back at the Tv where the positions seem to have changed slightly. Nayeon is now sitting on the couch’s arm, holding Dahyun in place, a gentle hand on her face forcing to look at Nayeon in the face. They’re both whispering, the mic, most likely clogged by a book, doesn't seem to pick it up. Then Nayeon points to the camera, Dahyun’s gaze quickly following it.
“What are you saying?”
Once again Nayeon pulled away to speak, a bit annoyed this time, she was trying to get Sana’s cock in her throat, almost managed to do it. “She panicked a bit. About finishing inside and about you.” In the film Dahyun seems to relax a bit, looking at the camera in surprise. Then she nods, and Nayeon’s getting on her knees.
“Sh-She’ll watch this?” Dahyun’s voice trembled, feeling As Nayeon, now kneeling on the ground gripped her cock over her pants. She had panicky pulled them up, still hard, when post-nut clarity hit.
“As soon as she gets home, probably.” Nayeon answers absentmindedly. More worried about the cock now in her hands. She pumped it once, experimentally, seeing it pulse as her fist touched its tip. She was obviously still sensitive, and probably wouldn’t last long.
“And she’ll like it?” She felt almost stupid for asking; having clearly misread the situation from the beginning. For some reason, the camera lens pointed at her made her blush more than the woman currently between her legs.
“Of course. Sana likes anything that has me in it.” She grinned. Kissing the underside of the cock. Dahyun wasn't particularly big, she could probably take her whole with no problem. “And I know for a fact she thinks you’re pretty cute too.”
“Thinking I'm cute doesn’t mean she’ll enjoy seeing her wife suck my cock.” She argued, but her hand was running through Nayeon’s hair. She hissed as Nayeon took her tip into her mouth, suckling lightly.
“That’s actually exactly what it means; Sana has her inclinations, and seeing me getting fucked in our house is one of them.” Nayeon explained, pulling back. “How about we stop talking and you show her how well you fuck her girl’s throat?”
Dahyun looked down, locking eyes with the woman as her head bobbed slowly, she had her eye strained on her, a mischievous glint in it.
She took her cue.
The previously free hand joined its pair on the blonde locks, tilting it back and keeping it in place. Her cock slid off Nayeon’s lips with the movement. Dahyun positioned her head and hesitated for just a second. Then the woman opened her mouth, tongue flat down, an obvious invitation.
Pushing in slowly was a decision made by Dahyun for her own benefit. The angry-red head of her cock felt sensitive, even more so once it was enveloped in the wet heat of Nayeon’s mouth. She knew she wouldn’t last, the only reason she was even still hard was how long she had been pent up, she was heavy and full, and dying to spill what was left down her willing throat.
She fed more of her cock into Nayeon’s mouth, testing how much she could take. When she felt the touch of the back of her throat, with no reaction, only an eyebrow raise, she finally understood.
Nayeon had meant, actually fuck her throat . She pushed what little of her length was left. Nayeon’s eyes finally fluttered close, nose touching the soft trail of hair on Dahyun’s crotch, diligently swallowing around her.
She held her head in place for a few seconds, before allowing her to come up for air, her gasps were loud, obscene. There was no way Dahyun could last much longer with all of that.
She looked back at the camera, almost embarrassed she couldn't give Sana a better show.
An idea made itself present in her brain.
Dahyun's grip on Nayeon’s hair tightened, making the woman whimper and press her legs together. She pushed her cock in hard this time, biting her lip at how easily she made it look. Taking it with just a few tears, no gagging sounds.
“You’re really good at that.” she said suddenly, loud enough to be sure the camera picked it up. She humped her face, not too roughly, enough to make Nayeon moan, the vibrations around her cock making her tremble. “I doubt your wife taught you that if she’s so busy.” She felt a tongue dragging itself on her underside, almost urging her to go one. Keep talking. “Don’t worry I’ll keep you well-trained enough.”
Nayeon tried to pull away and Dahyun allowed it, hand easing the grip, softly running through her hair almost apologetically.
Her face was a mess, tears running down her cheeks, lips stick, angry red. “Please,” her fist pumped the length. Dahyun wasn’t sure if she was just a great actress, but she looked desperate.
She pressed her cock against her lips again, smearing more pre-cum on her face. “Don’t worry darling, I’ll stop by every once in a while, yeah? Make sure you’re always full.” She wasn't sure what came over her, but with the sight of the woman greedily sucking her off, it wasn’t hard to get lost in this character, as long as she didn’t think too hard about it. Actually, as she thought about it, the thought of Sana, cute Sana who always waved at her in the elevator, coming home and enjoying a video of Dahyun fucking her wife, was what made her finally fall apart. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” She threw her head back, hands holding strongly to Nayeon’s hair, keeping her in place as she buried herself in completely.
Nayeon stayed as still as she could; just running her tongue under the cock in her mouth, feeling it throb with each spur of thick cum. She swallowed it all, feeling it stick to her throat, it was an overwhelming amount, making it even clearer how long it had been since the girl had gotten any release. She continued to mouth at her, feeling it grow soft, just as the hand holding her had become loose.
Nayeon rests her head against Sana’s shoulders, feeling her wife pant, eyes still on the screen, her hands rough on her ass, occasionally reaching around to rub her clit, cock up fucking into her.
“You’re so pretty my love.” Sana whispers, the video is pretty much over, it seems they're talking again, then Nayeon walks toward the camera, turning it off. She groans. Now focusing solely on finishing. “Taking it all so well.”
The image is seared into her brain, the woman who’s now splayed on her lap getting pounded from behind, then getting her throat fucked.
“Did her cock feel good?”
Nayeon nods, practically drooling. “‘Want it again.” She mumbles.
Sana kisses her shoulder, it’s sloppy, pathetically desperate for a taste of her wife’s skin. “You’ll get it, baby. For now, have me?” She punctuates her sentence with a hard thrust, feeling Nayeon’s walls tighten.
Nayeon turns her head, hot breath against her wife’s neck. “I love you.” She whispers, between moans, cunt sensitive as Sana's fingers become more insistent, a telltale sign she wants Nayeon to come with her.
“I love you too.” Sana is breathless, face red she feels a tug on her balls, cock pulsing. “Fuck I’m gonna come.”
“Do it.” Nayeon says, kissing her jaw. “Put that hot load deep inside me. Just like she did.” It's all it takes, her wife's body becomes putty under her, a high moan echoing through the living room, hips bucking as she empties herself deep inside her tight walls.
The feeling of it, the heavy load painting her walls, is enough to make Nayeon come, wells rhythmically pulsing around the softening cock inside her, milking it for every drop.
They’re both panning afterward, slumped against each other, bones feeling like jelly.
Sana lets her head fall back, resting against the couch, one hand still softly running over her wife's scalp. The movie is over; she sees Nayeon walk towards the camera, shooting a wink before turning it off.
“Did you guys talk after?” she whispers, not feeling strong enough to move.
Nayeon hums, eyes closed, almost falling asleep. “We did. It’s all good, I think.” She shifts a bit, cheek resting against Sana’s shoulder, “Wanna take a nap?”
Sana nods a tired sigh. “Let's go lay down a bit.”
Afterwards, they could talk about inviting their neighbor to dinner.