I have a friend who is the loud, talkative type — always running her mouth, but not in a rude or insulting way. She’s actually a very kind person who loves going to the temple, doing charity work, and eating vegetarian food. Because she seemed so pure and religious, I never thought about trying to sleep with her. I figured she would be the type who only had dutiful, boring sex with her husband.

She had just left her husband and had two kids. She worked from home selling snacks, specializing in kimchi. The reason she left her husband was because he had a mistress. Even after they tried to reconcile, she refused to let him touch her anymore. Her pussy must have been like a spiderweb — completely neglected.

This past Tet holiday, we had a class reunion with lots of drinking. She usually didn’t drink, but after everything with her husband, she was feeling sad and relieved at the same time, so she drank quite heavily. No one stopped her. After the party, some of us decided to go to karaoke. I offered to drive her there.

On the way, she talked nonstop about her family problems. When we got to the karaoke place, even with the loud music, she kept talking to me. I could barely understand half of what she was saying. She was pretty drunk by then and didn’t seem to care who she was talking to. Every time I tried to get up to sing, she pulled me back down.

At one point, feeling bold from the alcohol, I asked her:

“Do you still like me?”

She turned my face toward her, smiled, and nodded. From that moment, my hands started roaming. I placed one on her thigh, the other around her waist, then squeezed her ass. She leaned her head on my shoulder and kept talking.

Later, the group wanted to go to another place, but I was already too horny. I told them I’d take her home instead. On the ride, I held her hand, occasionally reaching back to touch her thighs. She wrapped her arms around me.

When we got to her house, her parents and kids had gone back to the countryside for Tet, so she was home alone.

I followed her inside. As soon as she went into her bedroom to change, I followed right behind her. I grabbed her ass, spun her around, and kissed her hard. She was shocked, eyes wide open, and tried to push me away weakly.

“Are you crazy…? What are you doing…?”

I kissed her again, pushing her against the wall. One hand held her waist while the other squeezed her breast. I was playing aggressively now — my cock was in full control.

“Don’t… we can’t…”

Her pushing was weak. Her mouth opened, letting my tongue in. I moved my hand from her waist to her ass, then slipped it between her legs, rubbing her pussy from outside her pants. When I touched her sensitive spot, she grabbed my hand, eyes pleading, but her mouth was moaning softly.

“Don’t touch there… ah…”

It was useless. I slipped my hand inside her panties and found her soaking wet. She tried to stop me with her other hand, but it was too late. I fingered her while my other hand went under her shirt to play with her nipples.

Within minutes, her neglected pussy took over. We fell onto the bed — the same bed she shared with her husband. I quickly pulled off her pants and panties. Her pussy was very hairy and dark, but dripping wet. I took off my own pants, rubbed my hard cock along her slit to get it wet, and slowly pushed inside.

Even though she had given birth twice, her pussy still felt incredibly tight. She came very quickly, shaking hard.

After that, she took the lead — pulling off the rest of our clothes. Her breasts were quite large but a bit saggy with dark nipples. Still, they were exciting because they were new.

That night, we didn’t sleep at all. The alcohol made me last longer, and she was incredibly horny after so long without sex. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she moaned loudly without holding back since no one was home.

In the morning, we fucked one more time for about 30 minutes before I left, promising to meet again when the chance came.

She turned out to be the secretly slutty type — just waiting to explode.

— The End —