Ghosts

Your life changed when you held her for the first time. In that moment you knew you’d never love anyone more.

Even now, eight months later, that hadn’t changed. It never would.

“She’s been asleep for an hour or two,” Seulgi says, softly, leaning on the doorframe next to you. “She’s pretty tired out after our little trip to the park.”

You close the door to your daughter’s bedroom as softly as you could, twisting the knob and letting it go only once the door was shut to ensure you made as little noise as possible. Only when you finally let go of the doorknob did you realize a soft smile was on your lips the whole while.

“Thanks, Seulgi,” you say, voice barely above a whisper as you both step into the hallway. “Seungyeon and I appreciate you stepping in to watch her last minute. We had to both be at a meeting across town that we couldn’t miss.”

“Oh, no worries,” Seulgi replies. “You know I’d never turn down an opportunity to spend time with my niece.”

Seulgi and Seungyeon weren’t sisters by blood and so your daughter wasn’t technically her niece, but given how close their friendship was they may as well have been related. It was a relationship you’d benefitted from directly - it was Seulgi who introduced you to Seungyeon, after all. If it weren’t for her, you likely wouldn’t have a wife and daughter today.

It was crazy to think that a chance meeting at your local gym could alter your life so drastically. It was even crazier to think that it was your former fuck buddy that would introduce you to your future wife.

“I’ll be sure to transfer you your babysitting fee,” you say as you both continue down the hallway and towards the stairs that led to the main floor of your home. “What was it, seven bucks an hour?”

Seulgi sucks her breath through her teeth in a show of faux disbelief. “Damn, this is awkward. Did Seungyeon not tell you how much my rate was? It’ll be fourty-five bucks an hour, plus gratuities. I’m a certified, professional babysitter, I’ll have you know. I even fed her a restaurant-quality, nutritious, balanced meal to support her growth during this crucial time in her development.”

“Mmmhmmm,” you say, returning her smile with one of your own. “I bet it took some real professional training and certification to unscrew that jar of baby food and spoon feed it to a toddler.”

Seulgi laughs - a laugh that you were once intimately familiar with, one that had meant so much more to you at one part in your life.

Another time. Another life.

You both linger for a split second at the stairs. It is a second that felt a little longer than it should have.

To say your relationship with Seulgi was a complicated one was an understatement. The fuck buddy relationship that you’d established following that fateful poker game had lasted a little over a year or so - a year filled with late night hookups and entire weekends filled with nothing but sex so intense that you’d both woken up on Monday mornings sore, bruised, and utterly drained in more ways than one. You’d both made it clear to each other that it was purely a physical relationship, and that feelings wouldn’t be involved… but you’d always felt, in the deepest recesses of your heart and mind, that Seulgi wasn’t quite satisfied with the platonic nature of your agreement.

And so in an attempt to remind her that you weren’t looking for a relationship, you’d declared, casually, that you were looking to meet someone - hoping that she would catch the implication of such a declaration. She must have, because she soon introduced you to her friend Seungyeon at a party you both attended. Seungyeon introduced you to her sister, who, coincidentally, was looking for an agent to promote her budding art career; and the rest, of course, was history.

And so Seulgi went from being someone who indulged your deepest, most carnal physical fantasies to your wife’s best friend. Her closeness with Seungyeon meant you saw her often. On the surface you were both mature adults, and so you both left the entire fuck buddy era of your friendship a secret between yourselves, pretending it never happened, leaving it in the past where it belonged so as to not complicate the present.

But you couldn’t deny that there was still some lingering awkwardness there, an unspoken, unfinished something that lingered in the air whenever you two were together - and especially when you two were alone.

You knew what it was. She knew what it was. But you were almost afraid to confront it, both of you afraid to disrupt the pleasant little status quo that you’d built for yourselves.

You look up at her, almost afraid at what you’d find there.

She was beautiful, of course, as she always was. She was gorgeous on the day you met her, when she approached you for a spot at the gym - and she was even more gorgeous now, many years later, if such a thing were possible. She is wearing an unbuttoned white shirt over a short blue crop top and loose jeans - an outfit that left those perfect, sculpted abs of hers bare. She knew what she was doing when she picked out that outfit. She knew what it would do to you.

For a split second, the sight of her perfect, toned midsection causes your mind to call up an image of her naked, legs spread as she rode you fiercely, those abs flexing and working as they throw her body over and over against you, taking you in and out of her again and again and again as she cried and moaned and sighed her pleasure. You recall the way her abs looked when they were glazed with your warm, thick cum, the way it dripped down her sides and-

You force those images out of your mind. Those days were long over. You were married now, with a child, and having those thoughts now, as pleasant as they were, just didn’t feel right.

But whatever self-pity you had begun to brew inside yourself disappears when your eyes meet hers. You take in that soft, wide smile she always seemed to have on those soft, round features of hers - a smile that was always so warm and inviting, as though it belonged to a woman who could harbor no ill will towards anyone or anything.

And in her eyes - those round, caring eyes, so often bent pleasantly into inverted half moon shapes with every smile - is a softness, a tenderness that disarms you.

You both linger there for a second, you with one step on the stairs, her with one hand on the railing, eyes looking for something in each other, something that you’d both danced around and avoided for years, but was now there, out in the open, finally waiting to be confronted and addressed.

Her hand slowly inches towards yours on the railing. Your eyes don’t leave her face. You watch as her lower lip slowly curls under her teeth until she is biting it, a sliver of ivory over a soft pink.

Her fingers reach yours. Her touch feels like electricity, a spark of something that you’d long forgotten the existence of. She’s the first to speak.

“I think you know how you can pay me.”

There was a time when hearing such provocative words come out of those lips was commonplace. You’d heard her hiss and scream and moan far dirtier, filthier things into your ears, truth be told. But to hear her say them now, to hear her imply what she was implying, given the new lives that fate had deemed you live  - it was somehow one of the most intensely arousing things you’d ever heard her say.

“Seulgi… I-”

“She won’t be home for a few more hours,” she answers, quickly, the tone beneath her words betraying an underlying desperation. A need. A want long kept buried.

“But she… Seulgi, I’m married-”

“Shhhh,” she replies, and for the first time there is a hushed desperation in her face, evident in the slight upward twisting of her eyebrows and the slightest of quivers in her upper lip. “She won’t know. No one will.”

“But I will, Seulgi,” you answer. “We shouldn’t.”

Almost immediately after you said that last word you knew it was the wrong word to say. Shouldn’t was quite different from can’t. It implied the existence, however slim, of possibility. It gave her hope. It gave her a chance.

“We shouldn’t,” she repeats, taking a step closer to you on the stairs, her palm slowly covering more and more of yours on the railing until she is grasping the back of your hand. “But we can. Please. It’ll be just like old times.”

“Seulgi-”

“Just once. Fuck me like you used to. Just once. I need it - I need you. Just once. Please.”

“We shouldn’t. Seulgi…”

She steps closer to you on the stairs, her hand on yours tracing a path up your arm until it is curled around your neck. She’s close enough now that her scent - one you were once so familiar with - fills your nostrils with each breath. She smells of strawberries and lust and…

She smells like sin.

Her hands play with the hair at the back of your scalp. You shiver at her touch, though whether from anticipation or guilt, you couldn’t be sure.

“Don’t tell me you don’t think about it. About those days when you fucked my brains out until I had trouble walking. About those nights when I went to sleep dripping your cum out of every hole.”

You sigh, a heavy breath through your nose. You loved your wife to death, but how could you ever forget those days? How could anyone?

“Tell me you don’t think about it,” she continues, incessant now, pressing her svelte, tight body against you. Her cheek presses against yours so she can hiss into your ear - you’d never touched her this way, never made any sort of skin contact beyond the odd high five or friendly hug in the last few years.

Her every movement made your nerves dance. Her every touch made your heart leap.

“Tell me you don’t think about my pussy,” she says, voice sharp, low, like the hissing of a snake, every syllable dripping with the venom of ill intent. “Tell me you don’t think about my hot, tight little pussy and how it felt wrapped around your cock. Tell me you don’t think about the way you fucked it again and again and again, the way you used it like it was nothing more than a sleeve for your cock, a place to dump load after load of your cum.”

“Fuck, Seulgi-” you snap, unable to say anything more.

“Come on,” she says, before she says your name into your ear, the syllables of it half breath, half moan. “Don’t you think about that first night we had together? That night after you won that poker game? You fucked me five times. Five loads - one in my mouth, one on my stomach… and three in my pussy. I was sloppy and wet and leaking the whole night. How many times do you think you can fuck me before she gets home? How many loads do you think you can give me?”

“Seulgi,” you say, your resistance withered down now to just her name, as if merely saying it would somehow stop her, stop the both of you from taking one more step down this damned path that she’d chosen for the two of you.

“I want it,” she pleads, a hiss in your ear.

Her free hand makes its way towards your crotch, her long, dainty fingers quickly cupping the growing bulge she finds there. She presses her lips against your ear.

“Fuck me.”

Your fists clench at your side, as though your body had begun to involuntarily fight her advances. It wasn’t right. It was wrong. You shouldn’t. You couldn’t-

Her hand works at the belt and button of your pants. Experienced, deft, she has them undone quickly. When she slips her hand into the waistband of your boxers, the feel of her warm palm and fingers around your near fully stiffened cock causes the air to rush out of your lungs.

“You know what I’ve been dreaming about lately? That you’d do to me what you did to her,” she hisses into your ear. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop wanting it. And I’m ready for it. I’m… I’m off the pill. No protection. No pulling out. I want it raw.”

Her hand begins to pump up and down on your cock, fingers tight around the shaft, thumb playing merry havoc with your sensitive head the way she had so often so many years ago.

“I want you… to put a baby in me. I want you to spill your seed inside my womb. I want you to fill me with so much cum there’s no way I don’t get pregnant. I want… you to put a baby in my belly.”

You tense, breathless, as she continues to pump your cock. But the feel of her hand on your shaft pales in comparison to the next words she whispers into your ear.

“Breed me.”

Her cheek leaves yours to face you. Her eyes - her perfect brown eyes, so filled with lust and the need for your seed inside her young, fertile womb - they’re what break you.

Your lips crush together, a rough, frenzied kiss borne of need and lust and sin that felt so sweet, so delicious, precisely because it was wrong, it was wicked, it was sinful.

Her arms wrap around yours, fingers tight in your hair, nails digging into your scalp. Your hands slip inside her shirt, caressing the firm, tight skin of her lower back, delighting in the feel of her tight little body close to yours for the first time in years. The feel of her so close to you, so needy for something that you’d both long considered unthinkable - it drove you insane. It made you… animalistic.

Perhaps it was the biological urges, the thousands of years of evolution that made you want nothing more than to breed the young woman in your arms and have her carry your child. Perhaps it was the danger. Perhaps it was the violation of the sanctity of your marriage. Whatever it was, it threw all inhibition and morality out the window. There was only sex, and the need to spill your seed inside Kang Seulgi’s fertile pussy.

You break your torrid kiss by squirming a hand into her hair and pulling her face away from yours. On her features is a look so primal, so unapologetically lustful. Mouth ajar, eyes pleading, wanton need laid openly bare.

You drag her by her hair to your bedroom. The master bedroom, the one you shared with your wife.

You throw her onto the foot of the bed with a forcefulness that surprises you.

“Strip,” you hiss. “Strip naked and suck my cock. Get me nice and wet so I can fuck your needly little pussy.”

Seulgi does as she’s told - the way she did all those years ago when she submitted herself to you. It brought back so many memories. It reignited that same lustful need in your loins, the same way it did so long ago, a hunger unfulfilled - no, if anything the time away from her had only heightened it, amplified your need to satiate it.

She wastes no time, practically ripping off her button-up shirt and the short blue top beneath, before bending quickly to peel off her jeans, leaving her naked in a matter of seconds.

Tight, lean body. Long, perfect legs. A midriff and abs to die for. Small, perfect, round breasts with taut caramel nipples. She hadn’t changed much since those days. She was just as fit, just as tight and toned - but the young woman she was had been tempered by the years; she was beautiful now, in addition to the youthful charms she possessed when she was younger. She was more than what she was. Now is a goddess.

She falls to her knees - eyes locked on yours the whole time. Even as she pulls your pants down, even as she wraps those long, dainty fingers of hers around your painfully stiff cock, even as she opens her mouth and licks your shaft from base to tip, leaving your cock head on the pad of her tongue whilst she swirls it around the head and beneath its sensitive ridge - she never breaks eye contact.

Your right hand reaches for the back of her scalp. She knows what it means.

She takes you into her mouth. You sigh. Around a mouthful of hard cock, she does the same.

Seulgi immediately launches into a quick, steady rhythm - wasting no time, partially because neither of you knew how much time you’d have, partially because she was so needy, so impatient, so ready to indulge herself in your cock that she had no need or want for slow, considerate foreplay. No, this was all about indulging need. All about sex for its primary function.

To feel her mouth and tongue on your cock again made you feel like you’d found something you’d lost and thought would never find again. She sucks with hollowed cheeks and teases with a skillful tongue - remembering what you liked as though it were only yesterday when you two had spent days at home fucking like animals.

Her left hand reaches between your legs. Her fingers find your sensitive, dangling balls. She plays with them, remembering the weight and feel of them in her hands, squeezing and fondling the sacks of flesh the way she knew you loved.

You couldn’t help but sigh, couldn’t help but cast your head back and let a soft moan escape your lips. You stare at the ceiling for awhile, hoping to find something to distract yourself from the ridiculously pleasurable sight in front of you. But it doesn’t last long. Your resolve breaks quickly.

You look down and watch her for a minute or two, taking your cock in and out, in and out, in and out between tightly pursed lips, those full, round cheeks hollow with delicious suction.

Eyes still locked on yours.

She lets go of your balls and brings both hands to your ass. You knew what it meant. You knew what she wanted.

You reach down, grasping her skull in your hands. You return your gaze to the ceiling, afraid that watching what you were about to do would be too much to handle.

Eyes finally locked on the ceiling once more, you begin to fuck Seulgi’s mouth.

You moan. You sigh. You grunt as you take your pleasure from the mouth of the naked, nubile young woman on her knees before you. She lets grunts and moans of her own escape her mouth between a mouthful of hard cock. You knew her enough to know this was getting her off just as much as you.

From that first night, that first night when she threw that poker game knowing doing so would reduce her to a fucktoy for the rest of the night - Kang Seulgi loved to be used by you. Some things hadn’t changed. It felt just as good. The taboos and sinfulness only heightened the pleasure, made it easier to indulge in.

You use her for a few more minutes, doing your best to stave off any build up of pleasure that might threaten an early end to the festivities. You look down, hesitantly, and watch as Seulgi’s face twists and contorts, struggles to hold on amidst the fierce thrusts of your cock between her lips. She grunts and sighs and moans and they leave her throat in wet gurgles that oddly spur you, make you want to fuck her wet little mouth until you cum down her throat.

But that wasn’t where you wanted to cum. And it wasn’t where she needed it, where she wanted it.

You pull your cock from her lips, wet and glistening. Seulgi looks up at you with a face of disappointment, as though she’d temporarily forgotten what she needed, as though she were fully ready and willing to swallow a load of hot, fresh cum.

Your hands in her scalp pull her up. When she is standing, you turn her towards the bed, a hand on her back bending her over it until she braces herself against it with her hands.

“I’m going to fuck you on our bed,” you hiss. “I’m going to breed your tight little pussy on it.”

Seulgi lets out a sound that is somewhere between a sigh and a moan, a wordless expression of her need.

“Is… is this where you bred her? Where you filled her with cum and put a baby in her belly?”

You smile slyly to yourself as you watch her, naked and bent over the foot of your bed. Your hands roam her svelte form, along the curve of her spine, around her tiny little waist, around her full hips and tight ass. Your cock, glistening with her spit and your pre-cum, nestles between her ass cheeks - twitching, needy, ready to do its duty. Seulgi arches her back, gyrating her hips against you, capturing your cock between her ass cheeks and rubbing it up and down with her crack. You feel her wetness on the underside of her cock. She is dripping, hot and ready.

Truth be told, this wasn’t where you bred Seungyeon. You didn’t quite feel like telling Seulgi that your daughter was conceived during a one-night stand at her apartment after your first confession of your feelings for one another.

“It doesn’t fucking matter, Seulgi,” you state. “This is where I’m going to breed you.”

Seulgi sighs, a breathy, airy sigh. She straightens her back until she is upright, her back against your chest. Your cock presses against her lower back. You snake your arms around her slim torso to squeeze her breasts, cupping the soft, round mounds, pinching her taut, tight nipples. A droplet of sweat drips from the back of her head, down the nape of her neck. You dart out your tongue to slick it off her flushed skin, and she lets a mewling sound leave her lips.

“Do it, please, do it,” she says in a soft whisper that turns into a pleading hiss, “Do it, please. Fuck me. Cum inside me. Fill my pussy with your hot seed. Put a baby inside my belly.”

You’d thought there was nothing else that Kang Seulgi could do or say that would break you even more than you already were, but there it was - words that somehow manage to shatter what was left of you, render you nothing more than a thrall to your biological and natural urges to procreate. Nothing else mattered. Only Seulgi’s body, and the need to impregnate her.

You bend her over once more with a hand on her back. She spreads her legs apart as best she can, feet tiptoed on the floor to bring her body to the right height for penetration. You bring the head of your cock to her dripping, slick lips. You thrust forward, and you enter her.

Seulgi screams - a sound so raw and natural, so unfiltered by human decorum or propriety. It is a sound so primal, so basic, that it ignites every hardwired biological switch in both of your bodies. It was a signal, a tacit permission to carry out the act that every human being was born to do.

You fuck her. Not soft, not gentle, not even consistent. It is rough. It is hard. It is animalistic.

You waste no time ramping up into a rough, if unsteady rhythm. From your very first strokes you are thrusting your achingly hard cock in and out of her wet, slick, tight little pussy with a speed that might have hurt her had she not been so wet and ready for it. She squeezes and tightens and pulsates around you, every inch of her body bent towards taking you, letting you have your way with her, urging you towards that goal of planting your seed inside her.

It doesn’t take her long before she is ramming her ass and hips back at you. She wants it too. Perhaps more than you do.

“Fuck!” she hisses, throwing her head back and sending sweat-matted auburn hair flying, the word filled with pleasure and relief, the sound of a woman who’d finally received something she’d gone for so long without, a relapsed addict after a new hit. The curse word quickly turns into a long, wordless drawl, punctuated by high pitched crescendos timed to each thrust of your cock into her body.

Your hands clutch at her wide hips, her tiny waist, her full ass cheeks. Her toes curl. Her hands clutch handfuls of the pristine white sheets of your bed, the sheets Seungyeon obsessed over making each day after you both woke. There is something sinful in that act. Something that only highlights how utterly lost down your chosen path you were. You were a cheater, now. A vile, sinful cheater.

You pound away at her, the wet slap of skin on skin and her deep, primal moans filling the room. Every thrust inside her body is a sin, a violation of the marriage you’d built upon that bed, an offense against the woman you shared it with, the one that bore your daughter. But you didn’t matter. Not when Seulgi’s pussy was so tight and wet, her body so hot and ready to receive your cum. You lose control. You lose yourself.

“Fuck me, oh god, fuck me!” she hisses, her every word fixating you upon her, making sure you had no room left in your brain for second-guessing or regret. “Fuck me, fuck me, use me!”

They were words you’d heard her moan on more than one occasion. But to hear them again drives you almost insane.

You reach forward, grasping a handful of hair once more. You pull her almost upright until she is standing. Her hands grasp back at you, fingers clawing at your skin, eager to ground herself, find some sort of anchor against the pleasure crashing in waves against her body. Not once do you slow your rhythm, continuing to fuck the mewling, moaning woman without pause.

“This… this is what you want, isn’t it, Seulgi? You want me to breed you? You want me to fuck this tight little pussy of yours until I fill it with cum? Until I put a baby in you?”

“MMfffmghfuckyes!” she manages to spit, her moan only barely managing to form into words. “Please. Please. Please!”

Her words spur you. You push her onto the bed onto her hands and knees, roughly, callously - slipping your cock from her as you do so, eliciting a moan of displeasure from the squirming, quivering young thing that is Kang Seulgi. But she doesn’t go without your cock for long. Taking up position behind her once more, you reach forward, grasping her hands to pull them behind her lower back, holding them there with a hand around her wrists, leaving her upper body and face helplessly pressed against the bed. With your free hand, you line yourself up once more with her pussy.

Then you fuck her again.

Seulgi sighs and cries into the bedsheets - animalistic grunts and rough, wet sounding moans. You’d had plenty of rough sex with her before, but nothing like this, nothing so primal and natural. This was instinctual. This was raw.

You fuck her into the bed - face down and ass up, hands bound behind her back, there is little she can do but take you as you drill her tight little hole over and over again. It is rough, almost callous - but she loves it, loves every second. It was what she wanted. It was what she needed, all these years.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” formerly pristine white sheets, now wrinkled and stained with sweat and the plentiful juices dripping from Seulgi’s juicy pussy. “Fuck, you’re gonna… gonna make me cum!”

You don’t respond - not verbally, at least. You only increase the tempo with which you are fucking her.

“Cum for me, Seulgi,” you hiss through your teeth. “Cum on my cock like a good little girl. Like a good little girl that wants to be bred.”

She does so, as if on command. She tightens in a way that rips a pleasurable groan from your mouth. She pulsates. She squeezes. She floods your cock and your crotches with a wave of slick, hot juices - but it doesn’t end. You feel the hot rushes of warm liquid on your legs and thighs and know that she has squirted all over the bed you shared with your wife.

That was one of the things you loved about Seulgi - she squirted, but most often when she was especially turned on. And what could have turned her on more than the sheer sinfulness of what you were doing?

You slow your strokes into her pussy until you stop, burying yourself inside her. She gasps as you fill her with cock.

“Good girl,” you say, finally releasing her hands from her back, caressing a still-quivering ass cheek as the final waves of her orgasm course through her body. “Good girl, Seulgi.”

“Mmmm,” she moans into the bed, where a pool of her saliva and spit has begun to stain the sheets. “You fuck me so good. I had to… I had to squirt all over your cock.”

“Such a needy little slut,” you reply. “So needy for my cock. Is it time for you to take my cum, too, Seulgi?”

“Yes,” she sighs. “Yes please. Please… cum inside me. Don’t pull out. Spill your seed inside my needy little pussy. Coat my womb with your cum. Give me a baby.”

You let a devilish smile appear on your lips as you slip yourself from her, eliciting another sigh of disappointment at her sudden emptiness.

If she wanted to be bred, there was only one position you wanted to do it in.

Grabbing her by the hips, you turn her over onto her back. Slipping your hands behind her knees, you lean over her - placing her legs on your shoulders and leaning forward until her knees are almost touching her elbows and she is folded in half atop the bed.

“Put my cock in you, Seulgi,” you hiss, your faces mere inches apart as you loom over her helpless body. “Put my cock inside your pussy so I can fill it with cum.”

Without a moment’s delay Seulgi reaches between your sweat-slick bodies, bringing your wet, dripping cock to her drenched folds. You nudge the tip of your cock inside her warm flesh, relishing the feel of her lips wrapping themselves around your cockhead.

You watch as Seulgi’s face contorts and twists with the promise of impending pleasure - but she keeps her eyes open, keeps them locked on yours. In them is a plea, a desire, an ask - a need to be filled with cum. A raw, animalistic need…

“Fuck me,” she spits. “I’m your fucktoy. Fuck me, use me… breed me.”

You thrust yourself inside her. She moans. She sighs. She cries rough, wordless sounds of raw, unfiltered pleasure. You grunt. You drill into her body, fucking her roughly, callously, animalistically.

Her dangling feet bounce helplessly above her head. The rest of her body, with her lower half folded in half atop her, is unable to do much more than simply take you as you drill her, almost vertically, into the bed. In and out, in and out, in and out. There is no time for technique or consideration for comfort. Only raw, primal, animalistic rutting, like uncultured savages wanting nothing more than to propagate the human species.

Her moans, already wordless, turn into an unintelligible drawl as they leave a mouth permanently ajar. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she is taken again and again. Nothing else exists aside from the hard cock pounding away at her helpless body. It is overwhelming. It is almost too much - but at the same time, until she feels those hot, warm jets of virile semen filling her needy, fertile womb - it is not enough.

Every muscle in your arms and legs burns with the effort. But your brain ignores the signals of exhaustion being sent by every nerve in your body - because in their face is a growing pleasure so all-consuming that it lends you strength, lends you the energy you need to continue the torrid pace you have set for yourself as you pound another woman’s body into the bed you shared with your wife. Your teeth grit. Sweat flies from your forehead to land onto the bed, another bodily fluid, another drop of evidence to stain your marriage bed with evidence of your infidelity.

Another drop of sin to add to the ocean you had fallen into with Seulgi.

You watch Seulgi’s face as you fuck her - mouth ajar, saliva dripping from her lips, eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her brow is furrowed, almost as if she is in deep concentration - but you know it is only because her body is struggling to contain the pleasure coursing through every fibre of her being. She gasps - a breathless, airy gasp that reminds you of someone that is suddenly fighting for each breath - and then she orgasms.

Her pussy tightens exponentially around your cock, even as you continue to fuck in and out of her. The breath rushes from her lungs as she urges you, pleads with you to give her what she wants.

Your orgasm beckons. Your cock swells with semen, ready to spill into her wanton, fertile womb, ready to coat her walls with your cum, the seed of life. Your body urges you, spurs you towards fulfilling the most basic, animalistic, primal need of humanity. So does the filthy, raw slurry of words tumbling from Kang Seulgi’s mouth.

“Please cum in me please oh god, please cum inside me put a baby in my tummy please cum in me!”

You find the wherewithal, amidst the relentless, rough fucking, to smile devilishly. You bury yourself to the hilt inside her, earning a sharp yelp of surprise from the still mid-orgasm woman as she is filled to the brim with cock. You bend to hiss into Seulgi’s ear.

“I don’t cum in fucktoys. I only cum in my wife.”

When you pull your face from her cheek, you have only a moment to relish the look of shock upon her face before you let her tired legs slip from your shoulders. Slipping your cock from her body, you reach down to stroke your slick shaft with your right hand.

Your orgasm hits you with the force of a thunderbolt, but you find the inner strength to force your eyes open and watch as your cock spurts rope after rope of thick, hot cum onto Seulgi’s body. The thick, creamy semen lands in long strands upon her flushed skin - first on her upper chest and neck, and then on her small, heaving breasts, and finally on her tight, breathless stomach.

You leave her a cum-stained, dirty, sweaty mess atop the bed. On her face, amidst the last vestiges of her orgasm, is a look of shock mingled with unmistakable disappointment.

You leave the bed. She mewls at your parting from her, but it doesn’t stop you. You step towards the closet that fills one of the walls of your bedroom before pulling one of the sliding doors aside.

In the closet is Seungyeon - frazzled, messy - one hand busy in her drenched panties, the other inside her white tanktop, hand clutched around a soft, full breast. The slatted sliding door clearly gave her a perfect view of everything that had just occurred between you and Seulgi.

“Did you like the show, baby?”

Seungyeon rushes from the closet, wrapping her arms around your neck and giving you a rough, frenzied kiss. Her tongue presses into your mouth. You wrap your arms around her as she breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes, a devilish smile on her perfect red lips. She turns to your bed, where Seulgi is still struggling to recover from being fucked into oblivion.

“I loved the show, baby,” she finally replies. “I hope you liked getting reacquainted with your old fucktoy?”

“I did,” you smile. Even as Seungyeon watches Seulgi’s cumstained body squirm on the bed, your eyes have never left your wife’s face. You knew where your heart’s desires truly laid.

“Good,” Seungyeon says, turning to you once more. “Because we have her for the whole weekend.”

Seungyeon slips from your arms, her hand falling to your wrist and pulling you once more towards the bed. She takes a moment to divest herself of her tank top and slip out of her panties, leaving her as naked as her best friend atop the bed.

She’d worked hard to get her figure back after bearing your daughter, and your eyes are glued to her tight, perfect form as she crawls onto the bed, ass up, leaning down to give Seulgi a soft, tender kiss - she’d not only regained her previous figure but kept the curves pregnancy and early motherhood had blessed her with, most evident in the roundness of her breasts and the fullness of her hips and thighs. She cradles the younger woman’s face in her hand for a moment before licking her lips and kissing her once more - this time more passionately. Seulgi reciprocates, and wraps her own arms around her best friend as they continue to make out atop the bed.

You watch as Seungyeon breaks the kiss, bending her head to lick a glistening, creamy rope of your cum from Seulgi’s breast, eliciting a soft moan from the younger woman as she her tongue curls lavisciously around a glistening, cum-slick nipple.

Your wife looks back at you.

“Don’t just stand there, baby,” she says, slyly, a smile on her lips even as they are pressed against the creamy skin of Seulgi’s soft, quivering breast. “Don’t you want to play with me and our new toy?”

You smile before joining your wife atop your bed.

—

“I actually am on the pill, by the way,” Seulgi says as you give her her cup of coffee. “That whole breeding thing… it was just part of the show. Seungyeon thought it would be hot as fuck, and she was right.”

“I know,” you reply as you take a seat at the kitchen table next to her, cradling your own cup. “I kind of lost control there for a second. I’m sorry if I was a little rough with you.”

Seulgi shakes her head, soft smile on her lips. She was radiant in the early morning light, the sun coming in through the window to clothe her in warm yellow rays, as if mirroring the brightness of her smile.

“I loved it,” she says, taking a sip of her coffee. “Reminded me of the good old days. You know I like it when you lose control. And now I see why Seungyeon loves you - she’s finally found someone that can keep up with her appetite.”

You smile as you take a sip of your own. You’d had some time, after the two women had finally tired themselves out and just before going to sleep with them on either side of you, to think about the newfound situation you’d found yourself in.

“Seulgi, I just want to make sure… that you’re comfortable with all this. I know this was you and Seungyeon’s idea, but if you’re not okay with it, we can stop-”

“Mmm-mmm,” Seulgi replies with a shake of her head. “Don’t worry about it. This is just for fun, I know that. We’re all adults here. If I weren’t comfortable with it, I’d tell you.”

“Okay. And if you ever want to stop, you’ll tell us?”

“If I ever want to stop having mind blowing sex all day and night with my two best friends? Fat chance.”

You share a smile - as carnally satisfying as the previous night and following morning were, you were thankful to have cleared the air between you.

“Good. I just wanted to make sure. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to get back to bed - I didn’t get much sleep last night. I kept being woken up,” you say with a wink.

She smiles as you leave - warm, soft, as bright as all her smiles were - and it lingers on her lips even after you have climbed the stairs back to the bedroom to sleep away the previous night’s exhaustion.

You leave Seulgi alone with nothing but her thoughts. Her eyes wander, at the empty seats around the table, at the kitchen, and outside the window into the small backyard.

In her mind’s eye she sees images - dreamlike ghosts. Ghosts of a past that felt so far away, of a present that still felt so raw and painful, and of a future not yet realized.

She sees the past first - images of Seungyeon and her husband in the kitchen, preparing dinner, cutting vegetables and seasoning a simmering pot of something that smelled like home. Moving boxes, not yet unpacked, litter the kitchen - perhaps it was their first night in the new home they’d chosen to build their lives around.

She watches Seungyeon dip a spoon into the pot and present it to her husband to taste, and she watches a warm, loving smile appear on his lips - a smile that once meant so much to her and still did. She knew it always would. And there it was, given freely, lovingly - not to her, but to someone she loved like a sister.

It hurt her heart to see it.

The two look at each other with eyes full of nothing but the purest, most sincere love as they return to preparing dinner - just another normal night amongst the many thousands they would share together. But each night was important, each one a firm brick in the house they would build together throughout the course of their lives.

She sees glimpses of the future, too. She watches their daughter walk into the room, a little girl now, dressed in a cute pink dress with a backpack slung over her small shoulders. It must be her first day of school, judging by the way her parents crouch to adjust her clothes and snap pictures of her by the door - pictures that would be stuck to the refrigerator door, and then framed and put on the wall, and then placed in well-worn albums to be perused by loving, wistful hands for decades to come.

Their daughter grows - into a pretty girl, a sweet teenager, and then finally into a beautiful woman. The first day of school becomes the first day at college, and then the day of her marriage.

Seungyeon and her husband age as well, and in her imaginary ghostworld Seulgi sees them sitting next to her, hair grey but the love within them undimmed by time, the look in their eyes just as soft and loving as it was many decades earlier, when they were newlyweds making their first pot of soup in their new home. The bright morning light bathes them in gold and yellow just as it had for the many years of their loving marriage.

She watches as he reaches a hand over to hers, wedding bands glistening in the morning light, their fingers intertwining as they both sip their tea, content to just sit there in each others’ company, long since past the need to speak or converse; their eyes tell each other all they want to hear, saying and listening and hearing everything, all in a simple glance of loving eyes.

For a moment, Seulgi wonders if this life could have been hers.

A drop of something wet lands on her forearm, and she glances up at the ceiling, wondering if perhaps there was a leak in the plumbing from the floor above. But there is nothing there.

She reaches a hand to her cheek, and realizes that she has been crying.

The sound of someone descending the stairs shakes her from her reverie, and she hurriedly wipes the tears from her eyes and cheeks before slipping her phone out from the pocket of the pair of pajamas she’d borrowed from Seungyeon, unlocking it and idly scrolling through it, doing her best to hide the lump of emotion building in her chest.

“There’s Auntie Seulgi!” Seungyeon says with all the joy and warmth that can only be found in a mother speaking to her child. In her arms is a bundle of pure joy wrapped in soft cotton. Her daughter, possessing both her mother’s beauty and her father’s mischievousness, smiles brightly at the sight of her auntie. It giggles, and for a moment the air is filled with the most wondrous music known to humanity.

“Do you wanna sit with Auntie Seulgi while Mommy makes breakfast? Yes? Yes you do!”  Seungyeon coos, wiggling her face towards her daughter’s until their noses touch. Her daughter giggles and laughs in the way babies do, hands flailing about in a wordless expression of joy.

Seulgi watches it - watches the sheer joy in Seungyeon’s face, the unbridled happiness in her best friend’s spirit - and her lip quivers with emotion.

Was it envy? Jealousy? The thought that, were it not for a twist of fate or a quirk of destiny, she would be the one handing her baby daughter to Seungyeon, and not the other way around?

But those thoughts - ugly, dark thoughts - didn’t last long. They disappear the moment she carries the baby in her arms.

Seungyeon gives her best friend a soft smile before turning to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, but Seulgi barely notices. The only thing that matters - the only thing that exists - in the entire world is the small bundle of soft cotton and the perfect life it held swaddled within.

The baby smiles and coos at her, fingers and toes wriggling. Seulgi reaches up with a hand, and the baby grasps her index finger tightly, laughing at her, as if to say the finger now belonged to her and her only.

The tears start again, but this time Seulgi knows exactly where they came from. Not from envy or jealousy at a life that might have been hers…

No, these were tears of love.

All the what-ifs and should haves flee her mind, their swift exit extinguishing the last embers of envy and jealousy that remained inside her. Her ghostworld fades into the mists from whence it came, never to be conjured up again, not even in her darkest moments.

The thought that her life could have somehow been different becomes irrelevant, inconsequential. In that moment only one thought, one sole goal, existed within her.

She was going to be the best goddamn auntie the child in her arms could possibly have.