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There's nothing like the sweet smell of home, Seokjin thinks.
As soon as he closes the door to his house, he breaks out into a tiny puffy-cheeked smile and breathes in the scent of his clean, cozy home.
"Areum-ah," and there was his beautiful little girl skipping on her feet to meet her daddy after his trip to the grocery store.
Today was a very peculiar exception. Seokjin, being the incredibly responsible parent he is, would never, ever leave his 8-year-old daughter at home for even five minutes. But today, Namjoon was up to his neck with his office work, and Seokjin had no fresh ingredients to cook with.
Oh, well, no matter. His own mother had always nagged him about how he should let Areum learn how to be a big girl now. So he did.
"Papa!" Areum jumps into her father's arms with a little excited voice.
"How did my sweetie do alone at home? Were you good?" Seokjin raised an eyebrow and pouted his lips at her, starting to swing his head left and right to check that the house wasn't in shambles.
"Yes, papa! I'm a good girl," Areum frowned with her little brows, stomping a little to prove that she's a big girl who can be trusted now.
"That's my sweetie," Seokjin started taking off his thick jacket and hanging it on the coat rack, the topmost button almost popping because of his chest in the process. "Let me go check on the baby."
Being a housewife was very peaceful for the most part, and Seokjin had naturally fallen into the role when he stayed home for a year to take care of Areum when she was born. Namjoon jokes, and of course, compliments, that it was like Seokjin was always meant to be one, what with his caring nature, motherly affection, and his natural flair for homemaking.
Namjoon had always wanted someone beautiful and meek, a godfearing, pure person that could cook him a meal when he came back from a hard day at work. And although Seokjin started out as a valedictorian in mass communications, that is was what Seokjin ended up being. Thank goodness.
All-in-all, they were happy. Seokjin was the perfectly obedient, drop-dead gorgeous housewife, with a hot body to pair. Namjoon was a good husband, handsome and well-earning. They were happy, really happy.
The door creaked when Seokjin opened the door to his six-month-old baby's room. As if on cue, the baby started crying on the loud sound, non-stop, perplexing Seokjin who was generally a little airheaded.
Seokjin only got a clue when the baby started grappling at his fairly large chest, the tiny little fingers of the baby grappling at the soft breasts, until it opened its mouth and tried to lap at his mother's breast through the tight shirt Seokjin wore. And that's when Seokjin remembered that he had forgotten to feed the baby.
He quickly pulled his own shirt up, a tight, form-fitting hot pink blouse. His soft, heavy breasts jiggled from the impact, nipples a little sore from already having fed the baby that morning.
And just like that, just like nature follows course, the baby's mouth latches onto Seokjin's soft red nipple, sucking on the nutritious milk as Seokjin sighed. He sat down in front of a mirror in the dark room, starting to notice that his once-taught body had become a little chubbier. Not to brag, but Seokjin knew he had one of the hottest bodies his husband could really wish for. With a small waist and flared out hips, big breasts and a cute curvy butt to pair with, what more could a man wish for?
When the baby was full, his little mouth let go of the swollen tender nipple, groping and cuddling into Seokjin's breast for comfort.
The force of the baby's sucking made Seokjin continue to leak milk for a minute. A milk droplet or two fell from the tip of his pink areola onto his baby's cute, chubby cheek.
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Seokjin hummed while he chopped carrots in the kitchen. Today's dinner was supposed to be Namjoon's favorite: Japchae. Areum was in the living room, on the low coffee table, drawing butterflies with crayons for her art homework. And Seokjin could hear the soft breathing noises of his baby from the baby monitor next to him.
There was a soft noise coming from the TV. It was generally peaceful. Overall, really nice, cozy and peaceful.
It was too peaceful.
Seokjin rested a hand on his waist, turning around to look at his surroundings. His eyes looked dull, a little lifeless, and a lot bored. He looks around and ponders. It was a really big house, with quite nice furniture.
Namjoon has done well for them, he supposes.
He goes back to chopping the carrots on the cutting board with a huff. He's chopping a lot of carrots today, maybe he's feeling hungrier today than usual. Are those carrots for himself? He doesn't exactly know if he's chopping more for himself, or if he's going to make a more flavorful version of the Japchae. He stops chopping the carrots for a moment. He needs to double check that he brought garlic paste, he needs garlic paste, and sesame oil, and soy sauce, but what about oyster sauce? He forgot to bring the sesame seeds, and cumin-
Seokjin slams the knife down on the counter.
What does it mean, 'Namjoon has done well for them'?
Everything Namjoon has done so far has really been for himself, hasn't it?
Namjoon doesn't just have a job. He has a career that he really, really loves. He's got lots of friends, lots of beer buddies, annoying bosses, secretaries that hit on him. Namjoon has his own money, a shit ton of money. Hell, Seokjin doesn't even know exactly how much. He's never seen a salary certificate, he just takes Namjoon's word for it and kisses him on the lips when he buys him new clothes. Namjoon even drives. He gets to see the hustle and bustle of the city, probably ogles at beautiful ladies in tight dresses walking down in their heels and gets to see the strange, smelly, homeless people on the other side of the city.
Seokjin huffs, feeling himself get more and more agitated with his thoughts.
Well, what does he have for himself?
Seokjin looks at his diamond ring. It's a big, huge, ginormous sparkly rock. Seokjin bites it for good measure, some kind of reassurance to shut his rebellion up. Yep, it's a real diamond alright.
He looks down at his dainty, pretty wrists, decked with pretty gold bracelets and bangles, his husband buys him nothing less than 18 karat gold to put on his body. And he decorates him alright. He's wearing two beautiful white gold rings on each hand, and he looks down at his ankles, pretty and dainty gold anklets glimmering in the light.
He looks down at the 24-karat necklace nestled in the crevices of his soft bossom, pulls it up to see the sign of the cross right atop his tempting breasts. Namjoon often jokes and tells him even God will never be able to stop him from motorboating Seokjin's breasts.
He should be really grateful. Really. They're an average middle-class family, and Namjoon is not but a 9-5 office worker at a conglomerate. Here he was, doubting if his life was really good enough, or fun enough, while his husband squandered every penny from his salary to treat Seokjin like the queen of queens.
Seokjin really does love being a housewife after all. What's not to love about lazing around at home all day, in pretty satin nighties and decked up in the latest gold jewellery designs? What's not to love about a smart, handsome man that also knows how to fuck the daylights out of him when he wants him to?
Namjoon does so much for him. He really does.
Seokjin goes back to chopping vegetables.
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He's been standing in the kitchen for an hour, apron tight on his sore chest but perfect for the curve of his petite waist. This specific pink apron was Namjoon's favorite on him.
The food is already done, but he's making sure to twist and turn the noodles into a beautiful shape that will increase his hardworking husband's appetite. He wants to keep the food hot, too, so he keeps the food simmering, but stands there, barefoot, to keep stirring.
Namjoon is running late.
Seokjin looks at the clock. He usually doesn't get so late.
The phone rings and Seokjin washes his hands to answer it.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. But I'm going to be really late tonight," Namjoon's voice is tired, and he sounds somewhat guilty. He tells Seokjin that he won't be making it back for dinner at all. He does hear a colleague's giggle in the background, and Namjoon tells him he needs to have a company dinner.
Fair enough. Seokjin hangs the phone with a sigh, and scoops two servings of the dinner he lovingly made for himself and Areum. They sit down together at the small coffee table, watching TV with a blank stare.
He does a lot for Namjoon too. He's been fucking burning his thighs on the elliptical machine in the garage so that he could lose the pregnancy weight he gained after Namjoon knocked him up again. He wears makeup every fucking day he wakes up so he can look pretty for his husband when he comes back. He abandoned his career for him and for taking care of the family. He lost his friends because he couldn't relate to their work struggles and promotion woes. He waxes his pussy fucking raw so Namjoon can flip him over and have his way with him whenever *he* feels like it, asking Seokjin only as an afterthought.
He really did love being a housewife at first. It was so carefree, and he considered himself freed from the rat race of capitalism. But he's bored. He's just bored.
That's it. He's just bored. He's a bored, stupid housewife.
Seokjin's eyes sparkle brighter when his favorite soap opera starts, and Areum is groaning for the hundredth time when Seokjin tells her to shut up and he increases the volume. In today's episode, the hero is completely shirtless, six pack, grizzly beard and a gruff voice. Though he would never tell a living soul, he felt himself get a little wet with Areum at arms distance.
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It's already 8 PM, and Seokjin is in a short, emerald silk nightie, but the doorbell rings.
Why does the doorbell ring?
The kids are already asleep, Namjoon isn't at home. Why did the doorbell ring?
Seokjin walks over to the door and stands on his tippy toes to look through the peephole. He sees a tall man in a blue uniform, cap on his face, all oily arms with a slightly protruding belly.
"Who are you?" Seokjin asks through the door, hoping he was loud enough.
"Plumber, sir."
And Seokjin suddenly remembers. The pipe under the sink was leaking, and Seokjin had to put at least six buckets under the sink cupboard to catch the water. He had remembered telling Namjoon about it, and Namjoon, being the hunky handy-man he is, said he would fix it for him. Seokjin's brows furrowed in confusion. "One second, please."
Seokjin dialed his husband on the phone only to get a drunken giggle.
"Baby, did you order for a plumber to come?"
"Nooo, can't play truth or -hic- dare, man. Sh-shut up. It's my wife," Seokjin heard his work friends make hooting sounds at his mere mention, telling Namjoon he was 'one lucky dog' for having such a hot housewife.
"Namjoon! I'm talking to you! Why did you ask for a plumber so late at night?"
Namjoon, after a last giggle, finally came to his senses, "Y-yea, baby. I couldn't really fix the leak so I asked for a plumbing service. Just let him in, I already paid."
Seokjin huffs in annoyance, "But it's late.. The kids are asleep."
"Honey, it's okay. I already paid on their -hic- website and I don't wanna -hic- refund, it's a headache. Stop whining. Mwah."
Namjoon hung up like that with a condescending tone, and it was something Namjoon always told him he does. That Seokjin is always 'whining'. How is he whining when he's angry about a strange man at his doorstep at night?
Seokjin wrapped a long-sleeved robe around himself and peeked from around the door, "Come in, please."
The plumber didn't bother shaking a hand with Seokjin, his oily rough hands were too dirty for a dignified housewife like Seokjin.
But my god, did the plumber notice he was pretty.
"Uh, my husband probably already told the service, but we have a leak under the sink. I've also been noticing the sink-"
Although the plumber seemed like a nice middle-aged man, he was tall, a little good-looking, a little pudgy but also pretty buff, he couldn't help but compare him to the hero he watches on the daily soap drama. It was a generous comparison, by all means, but there was a slight resemblance, what with the nice, grizzly beard and kind smile. "Yes?"
Seokjin hiccuped, "Ah- Yes, I've been noticing the sink clogging the last couple of days.. When I wash the dishes, I mean."
The plumber nodded, "Yes, that's the phone call with Mr. Namjoon. He explained all of this. Where's the kitchen?"
Seokjin beckoned him and turned around to lead him through the long hallway to the kitchen area. All while the plumber strutted with a slight bounce to his steps, watching Seokjin's ass sway under the satin robe.
Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, jiggling a little, up, down. Today's wives are something out of a fucking porno, he thinks to himself.
"It's right here, mister. Under the sink," Seokjin pointed with the hand that had his big diamond ring on it. The plumber took a good look at Seokjin again. Big dollop eyes, full cheeks and cherry-red lips. When Seokjin turned his neck to say something else about the water spritzing, the plumber fixated his stare on Seokjin's slightly peaking cleavage, and gosh, did those breasts look juicy, even bouncing a little when Seokjin walked backward to return to his spot near the plumber. Whoever Mr. Namjoon was, he wanted to be him just for one fucking night.
"So how long will it take you?"
The plumber grinned, "Probably about an hour. I can do it faster if lady luck goes my way," and his grin grew wider, from ear to ear.
Seokjin smiled along with him, telling him he'll be on the other end of the huge kitchen making fresh juice for the both of them, as a kind of hospitality, of course.
Mr. Plumber crouched down and opened up his toolbox, sighing to himself when he noticed the slight tent in his overalls. One more day of this torture with foxy fucking wives and he thinks he'll fucking burst into a jizz fest. He curses his luck for never having been married, and sets to work.
But work never comes to him the way Seokjin's breasts do. Ten minutes into the job and the jiggly pornstar housewife is bending down in his direction, full cleavage on show. He notices a golden cross pendant dangling on a chain, the very end of it disappearing into the valley between the wife's breasts.
"Have some fresh orange juice, mister," and Seokjin smiles a pearly, precious smile. And Mr. Plumber thinks he's never seen anything more gorgeous in his entire lifetime. He doesn't believe in God, but he hails fucking Mary for the busty porn-show that is this Mr. Namjoon's wife. He can feel the tent in his trousers instantly get tighter, and he hopes the toolbox in front of his crotch is completely hiding his dick because he wants to do nothing more than pull down Seokjin's robe and suck at his jiggly titties right now. Maybe he'd even convert to being a Godly man, just for those fucking tits.
"Thanks, sir. So kind of you," the plumber downs the cold orange juice in an attempt to calm himself and maybe rid himself of them horny thoughts. He recomposes himself, turns around to focus on his work, while Seokjin stays in the kitchen, watching him from afar and chatting to him.
Seokjin initiates some small talk, to make the air feel less awkward. He asks Mr. Plumber his name, and Seokjin tells him his. He gets to know that Mr. Plumber comes from a nearby town, has never been married, and he tells him he's almost 42 years old. When Seokjin exclaims with surprise that the plumber looks younger than his age and is quite handsome, the plumber curses God himself for his horny thoughts returning back gradually.
Suddenly, he hears a shout from Seokjin after he opens the big fridge, and an opened bottle of milk douses Seokjin in all his curvy glory. And in the flash of an eye, Seokjin has removed his long-sleeved robe, without a second thought from his airy head, to reveal his modesty in the silky emerald nightie, just barely covering his ass.
"Oh, no! I just dropped all the breast milk I saved- Shit!"
And Seokjin sounds sad. He truly, truly does. But for the plumber, it takes all the energy in his body to fight back a groan when he hears Seokjin talking about his breast milk.
He closes his eyes, really starting to wonder if this porn-face housewife was trying to seduce him all along.
But then he looks up, and Seokjin is bending over to reach for a towel from the drawers next to him. There are milk droplets all over his smooth, buttery legs. And he can see. He can see that beautiful, wide, silky ass. Those heavy, tight asscheeks are completely bent over and presented to him like a meal for a starving man-
And when Seokjin huffs for the last time, and bends over even further down, Mr. Plumber catches a glimpse of the foxy housewife's fat cunt lips squished out obscenely between the linings of his lace thong.
And Mr. Plumber just short-circuits.
His hand acts faster than he can think, and he thinks his dick is going to fucking burst.
The plumber's arms are suddenly encircling Seokjin's petite waist, and Seokjin screams bloody murder when a big dirty hand gropes both of his breasts roughly.
"Seducing the plumber, huh? Watching too many pornos, you little slut?"
Seokjin is panicking, body frozen and arms locked between the plumber's strong arms, "A-ah, stop it!"
And the plumber squeezes his breasts harder, "What are you d-doing, mister?! Let go!"
Seokjin tries to escape by pushing his elbows against the sturdy chest when suddenly his satin nightgown is pulled down from the straps, and his lacy bra is forced roughly to the side to let one tit pop out.
The plumber is sucking on his tit over his shoulder like there's no fucking tomorrow, harshly squeezing the other one.
"You have the sluttiest tits I've ever seen. Fuck, I can taste milk," he full-on starts snickering as Seokjin tries to wriggle away.
"N-no! L-let me go! My husband will k-kill you!"
Seokjin's frantic and panicked wriggling lands them both on the floor with a hard thud. He quickly tries to gain a step by crawling on the floor, but when he's pulled back by strong arms on his waist he shrieks and starts sobbing.
"You're acting like you don't want it now? Even though you were stripping for me with those jiggly tits and fat pussy?" Mr. Plumber rips down Seokjin's pretty lacy thong so he can take a very nice look at the wet, sopping cunt in front of him.
"See? You're so fucking wet, baby."
Seokjin's eyes widen and a deep blush creeps high on his cheeks. He didn't realize how wet he had gotten just from having his breasts sucked and groped roughly like that.
"A-ah, no, let me go! You dirty pervert!" The pretty little housewife tries to push the plumber away when he realizes his cunt became completely exposed.
The plumber had his heavy body over Seokjin's lithe, fragile one. He was squished flat on the ground, with his huge breasts making an obscene image squashed flat on the kitchen tiles, droplets of milk leaking out from them from the pressure. He was forced into such a paralyzed position with both his wrists held down by strong arms, and he felt closed up and flattened.
The only place that was open was his throbbing, wet cunt. And it was on full display for the middle-aged man.
Mr. Plumber spat at his ass crack, just for good measure, and with a slap on his thigh, which pinkened and reddened with such a simple action, pushed in the sexy little housewife's tight channel in one go.
Seokjin's mouth opened in a silent scream, "Ah, not there! P-please, mister!"
Mr. Plumber couldn't believe the fucking porno jackpot he landed.
He wasn't the type to do this, but the way Seokjin's pornographic antics were seducing him was too much for any sane man to handle. Hell, just looking at this beautiful man was too much to handle when he was clad in nothing but silk robes that left nothing to the imagination.
The housewife kept trying to crawl away to save his dignity, save his family's reputation. God only knows what Namjoon would think of him if he was with him, watching his oversexual body get assaulted by a strange man. Seokjin's tits were dragging on the tiles as he tried to escape, but the plumber started his assault on his cunt and Seokjin dropped his arms to the ground, defeated.
The plumber's cock was girthy and long, and he wasn't too rough. But frantic enough that Seokjin was getting the air knocked out of him at every thrust.
"M-mister, my kids are a-asleep! P-please let me go. Hnghhh-!"
The housewife's beautiful whines and begs for mercy were interrupted when the plumber found his G-spot, and Seokjin forgot how to breathe, forgot how it felt like to have a man touch him in the place that pleasures him the most.
Namjoon had never bothered to find it, never bothered to explore.
"That your spot, gorgeous? That feel good, little mama?"
Seokjin keened at the combination of the nickname and the upward thrust straight into his G-spot, voice betraying him with the high whines and gasps coming out of his mouth.
"M-mister, please! P-please!"
Seokjin wasn't sure what he was begging for anymore with his high keens. He couldn't trust his body to feel or sound right anymore, and he was sounding outright lewd at this moment.
The plumber slowed his frantic pace down to deep, hard thrusts that burned Seokjin with shame at the sound. "Hear that, little mama? That's the sound of your wet, sopping, mommy pussy slurping my cock."
A moan ripped out of his throat when the plumber's oiled hand rubbed his clit from underneath his thighs, his legs starting to shake and wriggle from the sudden stimulation.
He was momentarily let go to be flipped on his back, and he pushed his body up in an attempt to wriggle away from the plumber despite his wet cunt lips making the cock's re-entry too slippery.
But when Mr. Plumber ripped his bra completely open to suck on his jiggly, huge tits, and started fucking the bitch's sopping wet cunt like his life depended on it, Seokjin felt his brain turn into goo.
"Oh, mister! Oh-h!"
"Call me Woonshik, angel," the plumber grinned as he drove his cock home, beating Seokjin's tight cervix and thanking the heavens for his luck. The beauty's cross necklace jumped and jiggled with the force of his thrusts, and Seokjin spread his smooth, milky thighs as he tried to push back to the cock.
Woonshik bit his swollen nipples and rubbed his clit, fucking the pretty housewife hard against the kitchen tiles. Only the sounds of the squishy pussy being hammered almost violently.
"Tell me you love my cock, slut. Tell me you love this plumber's cock," Woonshik furiously rubbed his palm at Seokjin's engorged clit and watched the wife's erotic face slip into bliss. His doe eyes were teary, focused on Woonshik, tongue lolling out of his mouth with those cock-sucking lips.
"I l-love your cock, Woonshik! I l-love a plumber's c-co- Hngghh!!!" Seokjin moaned like a two-dollar whore when his orgasm began washing over him, and he found himself convulsing in a full-body spasm as he started fucking squirting all over the kitchen. The force of his orgasm wet the plumber right on his face and chest, and sprayed to the kitchen tiles and the closed oven next to them, destroying everything in its path.
And the plumber pushed himself as far as he could go, breaching Seokjin's precious cervix and entering his fertile womb. Like a depraved dog, he came a bucketload into the pretty little housewife's womb as the latter convulsed again at the feeling of being filled, panting with his tongue hanging out.
Seokjin truly looked like a poster from a cheesy porn video. Huge, mommy milker tits spread apart in a sweaty sheen, cross necklace nestled between the valley of his bosom, pink, wet pussy spread around a big hairy cock with cum leaking out between the delicate folds. When Woonshik gave a finishing thrust just for the fun of it, Seokjin moaned loudly in response, like nothing more than a prostitute.
Holy shit. This housewife was just waiting for someone to fuck him in his tight pussy.
Woonshik grins, staying locked put in Seokjin's wet heat, and spends the next couple of minutes licking and sucking at Seokjin's bosom as he waits for him to calm down.
He moves to his neck, and watches Seokjin's beautiful kohl-rimmed eyes, looking back at him all dazed and fucked out like a sex doll, and plants a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his cherry lips.
And the housewife blushes, deep, and pink. Right there on his cock.
It's all so ironic, too, what with the angel's fat lips spread around his cock and the religious cross necklace nestled in the hot cleavage, almost mocking him. Woonshik couldn't believe it. It was like the personification of temptation itself. Not even God could stop him from the delicious sin of devouring this slutty wife!
"You're a bored little housewife, aren't you?" He smiles against the cherry red lips, and Seokjin kisses him back, pushing his hips against the plumber with a keen.
Seokjin looks at him with teary eyes and wet lashes, thighs slipping wider for his delicate folds to come into full show.
"F-fuck me.. Please... Mr. Plumber."
For the next two hours that night, Mr. Plumber fucked the bored little housewife in all kinds of positions around the house. He dug his monster cock into the gorgeous mommy on his bed, on the kitchen sink he was supposed to fix, on the washing machine in the laundry room. In his sex frenzy, he asks the little mommy if he can put a cucumber inside him, and Seokjin lets him, watching with teary eyes as it squelches the dirty cum out of him. It's all so hot, what with Seokjin's jiggling ass and tits and the big diamond ring telling him that this was someone's dirty, cheating wife.
Of course, Woonshik, the plumber, leaves long before Namjoon comes home, but not without first exchanging numbers with the hot, slutty wife. And not without a last adrenaline-filled fingering session right out in the dimly lit backyard.
The next day, Seokjin cooks up another warm, fresh dinner for his hardworking husband with a precious, pearly smile on his face.
"Honey, I made your favorite...
Japchae."