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cheating, exhibitionism, vibrator-use, daddy kink
Bœmgyu, a successful model, becomes a trophy husband of a business tycoon who gets left alone most of the time at their villa.
Tæhyun is the head of the household staff and security tasked to manage the place.
cheating, exhibitionism, vibrator-use, daddy kinkBœmgyu, a successful model, becomes a trophy husband of a business tycoon who gets left alone most of the time at their villa.
Tæhyun is the head of the household staff and security tasked to manage the place.
It's not a secret that they fuck; at least to the rest of the staff. Bœmgyu isn't exactly quiet, nor do they do it in somewhere private most of the time.
At first they did it in the master bedroom, after weeks and weeks of teasing from the model.
At first they did it in the master bedroom, after weeks and weeks of teasing from the model.
Bœmgyu was very insistent—from fluttering touches to whispers, invitations Tæhyun politely declined out of principle.
To answering him in only lingerie, and the last time, not answering him at all and letting him watch as he rides his dildo, moaning Taehyun's name.
To answering him in only lingerie, and the last time, not answering him at all and letting him watch as he rides his dildo, moaning Taehyun's name.
Soon, they have sex on the regular. The moment Bœmgyu's husband leaves for a trip, the model is on his knees with Tæhyun's cock inside his mouth.
They migrated into the study, the veranda, the living area. And Bœmgyu definitely doesn't care who gets to hear.
They migrated into the study, the veranda, the living area. And Bœmgyu definitely doesn't care who gets to hear.
The garden labrynth is Tæhyun's favorite place, secluded and empty. He can fuck Bœmgyu without worrying about who gets to hear them.
Bœmgyu's favorite place is the pool area. He loves the feeling of the sun on his skin while his legs hang on either of Tæhyun's shoulders—
Bœmgyu's favorite place is the pool area. He loves the feeling of the sun on his skin while his legs hang on either of Tæhyun's shoulders—
—as he gets pounded into. Plus there's an audience.
But what gets them going is fucking when Bœmgyu's husband IS there.
Whenever he is, there's always company. Business partners, relatives, politicians, high-profile acquaintances.
But what gets them going is fucking when Bœmgyu's husband IS there.
Whenever he is, there's always company. Business partners, relatives, politicians, high-profile acquaintances.
That's where he brings Bœmgyu out, all pretty and dressed like a doll. He has the sweetest smile and most endearing laugh that makes their guest feel at home.
Both the men and their wives eye him down, whisper how they are so grateful to meet him.
Both the men and their wives eye him down, whisper how they are so grateful to meet him.
And he has no problem keeping pretenses up. He cuddles his husband, kisses him, a blush on his cheeks when he tells him sweet words to make the guests coo at them.
What they don't know, underneath the fitted slacks and lace panties, is a vibrating toy on medium speed controlled—
What they don't know, underneath the fitted slacks and lace panties, is a vibrating toy on medium speed controlled—
—by none other than the staff head, who comes in regularly to their lunch and tea to update Bœmgyu and his husband about various of things, such as golf.
Once the husband announces golf, Bœmgyu claps excitedly and excuses himself so he can change his outfit.
Once the husband announces golf, Bœmgyu claps excitedly and excuses himself so he can change his outfit.
But the moment he enters the huge walk-in wardrobe, he is pushed against the door, kissed by Tæhyun who switches the vibrator on its highest setting.
Bœmgyu moans, head thrown back as his hips twitch forward. An electric wave of pleasure coursing up his body.
Bœmgyu moans, head thrown back as his hips twitch forward. An electric wave of pleasure coursing up his body.
"Fuck, daddy." He rasps as he wraps his arms around Tæhyun's neck and the other wraps his around his waist, bodies pressed together.
His lips tremble as they kiss sloppily, the toy stimulating his prostate more until he cusses, body going rigid and arching, "G-gonna cum..."
His lips tremble as they kiss sloppily, the toy stimulating his prostate more until he cusses, body going rigid and arching, "G-gonna cum..."
"No." Tæhyun growls, biting down on his shoulder and then the vibrations turn off.
Bœmgyu doesn't even have time to whimper because the other sinks his teeth into the skin of his collar, then licks up his neck, "Dirty little slut enjoyed playing tea with everyone?"
Bœmgyu doesn't even have time to whimper because the other sinks his teeth into the skin of his collar, then licks up his neck, "Dirty little slut enjoyed playing tea with everyone?"
Fuck. Bœmgyu whines, grinding his hips forward, "Daddy liked seeing me squirm beside my husband?" He retorts, giggling, "I have to get dressed, by the way."
"Let me help you, then."
They moan through the kisses as Tæhyun makes quick work of the tied laces of his shirt.
"Let me help you, then."
They moan through the kisses as Tæhyun makes quick work of the tied laces of his shirt.
Bœmgyu's skin is smooth, the kind of creamy tan Tæhyun could lick forever. So he does, tongue leaving a wet trail from his belly up to his chest before he catches one of his nipples between his teeth.
He sucks on the buds, revelling at how Bœmgyu twitches.
He sucks on the buds, revelling at how Bœmgyu twitches.
"Y-you won't let me cum but keep doing this."
"Then cum, baby."
His pants are eventually opened and discarded, Tæhyun's knee in between his legs, pressing up against his lace-covered cock.
"Thank you, daddy." Bœmgyu breathes and starts rutting against his thigh.
"Then cum, baby."
His pants are eventually opened and discarded, Tæhyun's knee in between his legs, pressing up against his lace-covered cock.
"Thank you, daddy." Bœmgyu breathes and starts rutting against his thigh.
Tæhyun busies himself with marking his chest as he does until Bœmgyu cums and he swallows his moan with his mouth, kissing him until he's out of breath.
"Tch, you soiled your panties, baby." Tæhyun helps it off of him, and proceeds to remove the vibrator.
"Tch, you soiled your panties, baby." Tæhyun helps it off of him, and proceeds to remove the vibrator.
A wince, and Bœmgyu relaxes a little more, "Got more of 'em, don't worry. I'll pretty myself up just for you next time."
It's the model's turn to drive the other mad, kissing and biting him, hands sneaking up under his shirt and feeling his muscle-toned body.
It's the model's turn to drive the other mad, kissing and biting him, hands sneaking up under his shirt and feeling his muscle-toned body.
They kiss each other more until their lips are so plump from use. Their bodies gaining another round of heat and soon Bœmgyu is hard again, moving his hips against the fingers opening him up.
"Won't your husband be suspicious?"
"Please," Bœmgyu sighs, head against the door.
"Won't your husband be suspicious?"
"Please," Bœmgyu sighs, head against the door.
"He's probably inside Mr. Kim's wife right now. They've been eye-fucking all lunch."
Tæhyun chuckles, sharp canines in Bœmgyu's lovely view, "She slept with Mr. Lee as well."
"What a whore."
"Like you."
"But I'm your whore, there's a difference."
Tæhyun chuckles, sharp canines in Bœmgyu's lovely view, "She slept with Mr. Lee as well."
"What a whore."
"Like you."
"But I'm your whore, there's a difference."
Tæhyun finally pulls off his pants and underwear, grabbing the back of Bœmgyu's thighs and wrapping his legs around his waist.
They kiss, and Tæhyun finally aligns himself and enters him slowly. Once he's fully inside, he presses him against the door, their foreheads together.
They kiss, and Tæhyun finally aligns himself and enters him slowly. Once he's fully inside, he presses him against the door, their foreheads together.
Fuck. Fuck, Bœmgyu feels so good around his cock. Always been. They haven't had sex for weeks since the couple had to fly for some events.
He moves before the other can demand, slow and heavy, like he's still getting used to the heat.
He moves before the other can demand, slow and heavy, like he's still getting used to the heat.
There is a rhythm eventually. Bœmgyu wraps one of his arms around Tæhyun's chest, the other buried in his hair. His body archs, toes curl, mouth moans.
"Oh daddy, you fuck me so good. Better than anyone."
They kiss open-mouthed as desperation rises and the speed increases.
"Oh daddy, you fuck me so good. Better than anyone."
They kiss open-mouthed as desperation rises and the speed increases.
Tæhyun's shirt feels restricting despite being loosened a bit, but he can't bring himself to care right now to take it off.
Not when the mental image of him being the only one with clothes between the two of them gets him hotter.
Not when the mental image of him being the only one with clothes between the two of them gets him hotter.
He adjusts his hold on Bœmgyu so that both of his legs are hooked over Tæhyun's arms, his hands pressed unto the door and, fuck, does the model like this.
To be held in place like a good little boy.
And Tæhyun proceeds to go fuck him again, harder and faster.
To be held in place like a good little boy.
And Tæhyun proceeds to go fuck him again, harder and faster.
Bœmgyu starts bouncing against the door with the force of Tæhyun's thrust; the slapping of their skin, their moans and groans echoing inside the spacious wardrobe.
"Fuck, baby..." Tæhyun growls as he nips his ear, "Nobody fucks you better, huh?"
"Fuck, baby..." Tæhyun growls as he nips his ear, "Nobody fucks you better, huh?"
Bœmgyu doesn't answer, only whimpers at the rough scratch of his voice in his ears, making Tæhyun fuck him even harder.
Then he hears a click from outside, and stops.
Bœmgyu whines, and Tæhyun shuts him up with a kiss, "Don't make a sound."
Then he hears a click from outside, and stops.
Bœmgyu whines, and Tæhyun shuts him up with a kiss, "Don't make a sound."
"Bœmgyu?" The actual husband calls out from inside the bedroom, "Have you dressed?"
No, he has not. In fact, Bœmgyu is way out of his head right now to even answer.
They don't make a sound, their hearts racing as they hear footsteps towards the dressing room.
No, he has not. In fact, Bœmgyu is way out of his head right now to even answer.
They don't make a sound, their hearts racing as they hear footsteps towards the dressing room.
"Are you in here?"
The knob suddenly moves, and Taehyung moves one of his arms so he can cover Bœmgyu's mouth with his hand.
He starts moving again, cock sliding back inside the other.
Then there's a ringtone from the other side of the door, and the husband answers it.
The knob suddenly moves, and Taehyung moves one of his arms so he can cover Bœmgyu's mouth with his hand.
He starts moving again, cock sliding back inside the other.
Then there's a ringtone from the other side of the door, and the husband answers it.
His voice grows further and further, until the door of the bedroom clicks again.
Tæhyun shakes in anticipation throughout the moment, then starts pounding into Bœmgyu again.
The model cries out, tears building up in his eyes as he grips unto Tæhyun like a lifeline.
Tæhyun shakes in anticipation throughout the moment, then starts pounding into Bœmgyu again.
The model cries out, tears building up in his eyes as he grips unto Tæhyun like a lifeline.
The air grows hotter around them. Too hot and unbearable. Like the wardrobe is just a small closet instead of an actual room.
Tæhyun presses him even more to the door, thrusts faster and erratic as he watches Bœmgyu's dick continuously leak precum.
"Touch yourself for me."
Tæhyun presses him even more to the door, thrusts faster and erratic as he watches Bœmgyu's dick continuously leak precum.
"Touch yourself for me."
Bœmgyu moves his hand slowly, shakily as he gets pounded, body rubbing up and down against the door. He finally gets a hold of his own useless cock and pumps it messily and out of sync from the other's thrusts.
But it's enough to drive him further, faster, and he comes again with a sob as tears stream down his face.
Tæhyun kisses him through it chasing his own orgasm. He holds him down unto his dick by the waist as he spends his last hard thrusts until he finally spills himself in him.
Tæhyun kisses him through it chasing his own orgasm. He holds him down unto his dick by the waist as he spends his last hard thrusts until he finally spills himself in him.
It takes a while for them to recover, and they keep kissing and kissing until the high settles down and Tæhyun lets him back down on his legs.
They end up on the floor tho, Bœmgyu resting on top of him, playing with the buttons of his shirt.
They end up on the floor tho, Bœmgyu resting on top of him, playing with the buttons of his shirt.
"Next month," he breathes, "we'll be getting a divorce."
Tæhyun doesn't speak. He already heard the plans from his husband.
"I get to keep one of the apartments near here."
Now that he has not heard, "Oh? The one-"
"On your way home, yeah."
Tæhyun doesn't speak. He already heard the plans from his husband.
"I get to keep one of the apartments near here."
Now that he has not heard, "Oh? The one-"
"On your way home, yeah."
They look at each other, and Bœmgyu smiles, "Would you like to have a house wife?"
"You can't cook nor clean for shit."
They kiss again, laughing.
"Yeah, but you can fuck me all day without hesitation because of your job."
"If I don't get fired from here first."
"You can't cook nor clean for shit."
They kiss again, laughing.
"Yeah, but you can fuck me all day without hesitation because of your job."
"If I don't get fired from here first."
"Oh please," Bœmgyu rolls his eyes, "he already knows we're fucking. He fucked one of the pool boys first before I even made a move on you."
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