Le miente a su novio y se va con su amigo a un motel

The sultry sun beat down on the quiet suburban street as Mi Joon’s eyes drifted from her laptop screen to the window. Her husband, Jae Min, had gone out for the day, leaving Mi Joon to her own devices. A wry smile played at the corners of her cherry-red lips as she spotted her neighbor, Jung Min, mowing his lawn. His shirtless torso glistened with sweat, and Mi Joon couldn’t help but admire his physique. They had always had chemistry, a spark that never quite ignited due to other circumstances. But today, Mi Joon felt particularly daring.

She logged off her computer and sauntered outside, wearing a sinfully short sundress and strappy heels. Jung Min’s gaze immediately fell upon her, and he set down his lawnmower. “Hey there, neighbor,” Mi Joon purred, approaching him.

“Hey yourself,” Jung Min replied, wiping his brow. “I’m surprised to see you out here. Where’s Jae Min?”

“Oh, he’s out for the day,” she said nonchalantly. “I got a bit bored, so I thought I’d come out and say hello.”

Jung Min smiled, eyeing her up and down. “You’re looking mighty fine today, Mi Joon. That dress suits you.”

She blushed, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Why thank you, Jung Min. You’re looking quite handsome yourself.” She sighed wistfully. “If only Jae Min appreciated me like you do…”

Jung Min’s eyes darkened with lust as he moved closer. “I bet he doesn’t understand how to please a woman like you.”

Mi Joon bit her lip, her heart racing. “I hate to admit it, but you’re right. He’s always so distant… so disconnected.” She reached out and ran a finger down Jung Min’s chest. “You, on the other hand…”

He closed the gap between them and pulled her flush against him. “Maybe you’ve been spending too much time pining after your neighbor. Maybe you should let me show you how a real man treats a woman.”

Breathless, Mi Joon’s eyes met his, dark with desire. “I dare you.”

That was all Jung Min needed to hear. In a flash, he scooped her up and carried her into his house, kicking the door shut behind them. They stumbled up the stairs, shedding clothing along the way, leaving a trail of their garments.

In Jung Min’s bedroom, he pushed Mi Joon onto the bed and climbed over her, his muscular frame caging her in. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he growled, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Mi Joon moaned into his mouth, reveling in his dominating presence.

She rolled them over, straddling his hips as she ground herself against him. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this,” she purred, leaning down to capture his earlobe between her teeth. Her long, black hair cascaded over them like a curtain, shielding their activities from prying eyes.

Jung Min thrust up against her, groaning. “Mi Joon… I need you…”

With a coy smile, she sat back and began to grind her hips in a hypnotizing rhythm. “Tell me what you want,” she demanded, her voice a purr.

“God, I want to fuck you,” Jung Min gasped, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “I want to make you scream my name.”

A wicked grin spread across Mi Joon’s face as she reached between her legs, stroking his throbbing member. “Then take me,” she urged, aligning him with her entrance. “Make me yours.”

With a primal growl, Jung Min thrust up, sheathing himself fully inside her. Mi Joon cried out in ecstasy, her nails digging into his chest. They began to move together, their bodies slamming against each other in a frenzied dance.

Jung Min rolled them over, flipping Mi Joon onto her hands and knees. He pulled her hips back against him, pounding into her with renewed vigor. “Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groaned, one hand twisting in her hair.

Mi Joon pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. “Harder,” she demanded, her voice high and breathy. “I want to feel you for days.”

As Jung Min’s hips pistoned in and out of her, Mi Joon dug her nails into the sheets, her knuckles turning white. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by their moans and cries of pleasure.

Jung Min leaned over her, his teeth grazing her shoulder. “I’m getting close,” he warned, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

“Don’t stop,” Mi Joon gasped. “I’m almost… oh god…”

Together, they both reached their peak, their bodies shuddering as waves of ecstasy crashed over them. They collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath, their skin slick with sweat.

In the aftermath, Jung Min pulled Mi Joon into his arms, stroking her hair. “That was amazing,” he murmured.

“You’ve ruined me for all other men,” Mi Joon giggled, snuggling against him. “Just wait until Jae Min gets home…”

Jung Min grinned wickedly. “Then we’ll just have to do this again, won’t we?” He dipped his head, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that promised untold delights.

As they lay there, tangled in each other’s arms, Mi Joon couldn’t help but think that she had made the right choice. Jae Min may be her husband, but it was Jung Min who truly satisfied her, both physically and emotionally. She only hoped he wouldn’t mind her little rendezvous when he got home.