The very next morning, Tae showed up at the upscale gym Koo frequented like clockwork. He’d timed it perfectly. He stripped off his tank top the second he walked in, letting his tall, muscled body glisten under the lights—broad shoulders, ripped abs, sweat already beading on his tan skin from a quick warm-up. His gym shorts hung low on his hips, the outline of his thick cock already half-hard just thinking about her.

Koo was in the free-weights section, bent over in her tiniest gym set yet: a neon pink sports bra that barely contained her massive tits, nipples already poking like little diamonds, and matching micro-shorts that rode up her fat ass cheeks, the fabric wedged between her thick thighs and outlining that pretty pink pussy perfectly.

Tae “accidentally” walked right up behind her while she was reaching for a dumbbell. “Whoa, let me help you with that, Koo,” he said smoothly, voice low and husky. His sweaty, shirtless chest pressed flush against her back as he reached over her, his rock-hard cock—now fully stiff and throbbing—grinding right between her juicy ass cheeks through their thin clothes.

Koo gasped sharply, freezing in place. “T-Tae?! Oh my god… what are you—”

“Shh, just helping,” he murmured right against her ear, hot breath tickling her neck. He rolled his hips once, slow and filthy, letting his fat cock drag up and down the cleft of her ass. “Fuck, your ass is so big and soft… feels like it was made to take a real dick. Don’t move, baby. Let me get this weight for you.”

He ground harder, two, three deliberate thrusts, the head of his cock nudging right against her pussy from behind through the shorts. Koo’s thighs trembled, a wet spot already forming on her crotch. “This is… this is wrong,” she whispered, cheeks burning pink, but she didn’t pull away. Her nipples were aching, pussy clenching emptily.

Tae chuckled darkly, voice dripping lust. “Wrong? Feels pretty fucking right to me. God, you’re soaked already, aren’t you? I can feel how hot your fat little cunt is through these slutty shorts. Yoongi never fucks you like this, does he? Never grinds his cock on this perfect ass till you’re dripping?”

Koo whimpered, biting her pink lip hard. He gave one last long, slow grind—his shaft rubbing her clit perfectly—before stepping back with the dumbbell like nothing happened. “There you go, gorgeous. Anytime you need a spot… I’m right here.”

She was flushed crimson, legs shaky, pussy throbbing as he walked away with a smirk.

The very next day, it happened again—this time at the quiet library Koo loved. She was dressed like pure temptation: a tiny white crop top that stopped just below her heavy tits, no bra, her pink nipples clearly visible, and skin-tight black leggings that hugged every curve. The seam dug right into her puffy pink pussy lips, the outline so obscene you could see the shape of her fat cunt and even the little clit hood.

Tae “bumped” into her in the romance section, arms full of books. She jumped, laughing softly. “Tae? Again? Are you stalking me or something?” Her tone was playful, but her eyes flicked down to the massive bulge in his pants.

He played it cool, flashing that charming smile. “Stalking? Nah, I just love reading. Escapes the office bullshit, you know?” He leaned against the shelf, eyes raking over her body shamelessly. “What about you? Married life treating you good?”

Koo blushed, shifting her weight. The movement made her leggings pull tighter across her pussy. “Um… yeah. But… are you married? Or have a girlfriend?”

Tae lied without missing a beat, voice smooth. “Me? Single. Completely. No one waiting at home to warm my bed.” His eyes dropped to the book in her hands—an erotic novel with a half-naked couple on the cover. He smirked, plucking an identical copy from the shelf. “Oh? Reading something dirty, Mrs. Yoongi?”

He flipped it open right there, stepping closer until his body heat enveloped her. His voice turned low, filthy, and dripping with sex as he started reading the dirtiest lines slowly, like he was whispering them just for her cunt.

“‘He pinned her against the wall, cock throbbing as he ground his thick shaft against her soaked pussy through her panties. “Feel how hard you make me, you little slut? I’m gonna fuck this married cunt till you scream my name instead of your husband’s.”’”

Koo’s breath hitched, face flaming. Her pussy clenched hard, soaking the crotch of her leggings. “T-Tae… stop… someone might hear…”

But he didn’t stop. He moved even closer, backing her up until her back hit the tall book rack. His front pressed to hers, bodies almost fused. The hard, heavy outline of his cock nestled right against her pussy mound through their clothes. He kept reading, voice sexier, darker:

“‘She moaned like a whore as he dry-humped her harder, his fat cockhead rubbing her swollen clit. “Your husband’s tiny dick could never stretch you like this. Beg for it, baby. Beg me to ruin your pretty pink pussy.”’”

Tae rolled his hips forward, grinding his rock-hard cock right along her slit. The friction was filthy—his shaft dragging up and down her legging-covered cunt, nudging her clit with every thrust. “Mmm, just like the book, huh? Feel that, Koo? That’s what a real man’s cock feels like. So much bigger than whatever Yoongi’s packing. Your pussy’s creaming for me already—I can feel it soaking through.”

Koo’s head fell back against the books, a soft moan escaping her pink lips. “Ahh… Tae, this is wrong… I’m married… we can’t—”

“Shh,” he whispered hotly, grinding harder now, hips circling so his cock rubbed her clit in tight, dirty circles. “He doesn’t deserve you. Leaving a goddess like you with this needy, dripping cunt untouched? Look at you—big tits bouncing, fat ass begging to be spanked, pink pussy lips outlined like a cheap whore. I bet he hasn’t made you cum in months. Let me fix that right here, baby.”

He thrust faster, the wet spot on her leggings growing as her juices leaked through. His cock was leaking pre-cum, staining his pants, but he didn’t care. “Fuck, your pussy feels so hot and soft… I’m gonna hump this married cunt till you cream all over my dick through our clothes. Say it—say you want my cock more than his.”

Koo was panting, hips starting to move with him, grinding back desperately. “I… I want it… oh god, it feels so good… don’t stop…”

Tae groaned, reading more filth between thrusts: “‘He fucked her through her panties until she shattered, screaming as her cunt gushed all over his throbbing shaft.’” He slammed his hips forward hard, grinding deep and dirty. “Cum for me, you slutty little wife. Soak these leggings while I hump your married pussy like the desperate whore you are.”

Koo broke first—her whole body tensed, thighs shaking as she came hard. “Tae—ahhh! I’m cumming… oh fuck, I’m cumming on your cock!” Her pussy spasmed, flooding her leggings with fresh cream, the wet patch obvious and glistening.

Tae followed right after, burying his face in her neck as he rutted like an animal. “Fuck yes—take it, Koo. Feel me cum for this cheating cunt.” His cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum shooting into his pants, soaking through as he ground out every drop against her throbbing pussy.

They stayed locked like that, panting, bodies trembling. Koo’s face was flushed deep red, eyes glassy with guilt and lust. “That… that was so wrong,” she whispered, but her hips gave one last little twitch against him.

Tae smirked, leaning in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her cheek—dangerously close to her pink lips. “See you later, Mrs. Yoongi,” he breathed, voice thick with promise. “And next time? I won’t stop at just grinding.”

Over the next few days, the “accidental” meetings piled up—each one filthier. A coffee shop where he “helped” her reach a high shelf and palmed her ass shamelessly. A park bench where he sat too close and whispered exactly how he’d eat her pink fat pussy until she squirted on his tongue. Every time she left flushed, guilty, and dripping, her neglected cunt aching worse because Yoongi was always “too busy” or “too tired” to fuck her properly.

Tae knew it was time to step up his game.

One stormy evening, with Yoongi overseas on a business trip, Tae grabbed a folder of fake “urgent company papers” and drove straight to the sprawling Jeon mansion. Rain hammered down in sheets as he pulled up to the massive gate. He killed the engine and stepped out, getting drenched instantly while trying to buzz the intercom.

Then he saw her.

Koo was hurrying up the long driveway from the direction of the convenience store down the road, a plastic bag of snacks in her hands. She was soaked to the bone in a thin white sundress that clung to every curve like it had been painted on. No bra. No panties. The fabric had turned completely transparent—her massive tits bounced heavily with every step, dark pink nipples hard and poking obscenely against the wet material. The dress molded to her tiny waist and fat ass, and between her thick thighs, the outline of her pretty pink fat pussy was crystal clear, puffy lips and clit visible like she was naked.

Tae stopped breathing. His cock surged to full hardness in seconds. “Holy fuck…” he muttered, eyes devouring her.

Koo looked up and froze, stunned. “T-Tae?! What are you doing here?”

He held up the folder, acting professional even as rain poured down his muscled body. “Urgent papers from the office. Need the boss’s signature tonight. Sorry to show up like this—”

“He’s not home,” she said quickly, cheeks already flushing as she realized how exposed she was. “Overseas until next week. But… come inside before you drown.” She fumbled with the gate remote, letting him in. They both sprinted through the rain to the grand front door, laughing breathlessly as water streamed off them.

Inside the luxurious foyer, they stood dripping on the marble floor. Koo’s white dress was see-through perfection—every inch of her slutty body on display, heavy tits heaving, pink nipples begging to be sucked, that fat pink pussy glistening with rain and maybe something more. She crossed her arms shyly over her chest, but it only pushed her boobs up higher.

“You’re soaked,” she said softly, voice a little shaky. “I… I can get you a towel. Or… since it’s pouring so hard outside, you can stay the night if you want. There are plenty of guest rooms.”

Tae’s smirk was pure devil as he stepped closer, eyes locked on her transparent body. Rainwater still trickled down her cleavage, down her stomach, straight to that visible cunt. “Stay the night, huh? With you looking like this? Fuck, Koo… you’re not wearing anything under that dress, are you? I can see your hard nipples… and that pretty pink pussy lips all puffy and wet. You sure you want me sleeping under the same roof as a married woman who’s dripping for her husband’s employee?”

Koo bit her lip, flushed from head to toe, but she didn’t move away. “Tae… we shouldn’t… but it’s really bad outside…”

He leaned in, voice low and filthy. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be a perfect gentleman… unless you beg me not to be. Your move, Mrs. Yoongi.”