Keep working me (That's that shit that works for me)
Momo x Jihyo
Word Count: 11 K
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Tags: Smut, cheating, scissoring, oral sex, fingering.
A/N: Look who is back. Finally I was able to finish this story. The final is slightly different from what I originally had planned, but the core is the same.
The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting intricate patterns across the kitchen surfaces; outside, the birds were singing, and it was clear it was going to be a pleasant day. Everything would be perfect if it weren’t for that damn sink, which was still clogged.
Jihyo had been asking her wife for a week to check it out, but nothing had happened; the damn thing was still clogged, and now the water pooled inside was starting to smell bad. At least her wife had called someone to fix the damn sink once and for all. That was something, at least, even though she had gone out and now it was Jihyo who had to let the plumber in.
A steady knock at the front door snapped Jihyo out of her reverie. That must be the plumber who had arrived. She set her coffee cup down on the kitchen’s quartz countertop and smoothed out her hair and clothes a bit before going to answer the door.
Knowing her wife, Jihyo expected to find a chubby man with stained clothes who reeked of sweat. To her pleasant surprise, when she opened the door, she found none of that; in fact, it was the exact opposite of what she’d imagined. Standing in her doorway was a beautiful woman wearing blue overalls tied at the waist. The sleeveless shirt she wore exposed her arms, revealing powerful biceps that gave away the fact that she worked out quite a bit. Or perhaps they were simply that way because of her hard work.
Indeed, the morning heat was taking its toll on her gentle face, producing a thin layer of sweat that glistened on her features. Even so, the stranger still looked beautiful. Her eyes were kind, and her slightly chubby cheeks looked even fuller because of the wide smile she was giving Jihyo.
“Good morning,” the stranger greeted her. “You called me about a problem with… the plumbing?” She ended more as a question than a statement, accompanied by a little chuckle. As if forgetting why she’d been called was something funny.
Jihyo couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, responding with a smile. “It’s the sink, actually.” She rested one arm on the doorframe and leaned her weight against it while bringing her other hand to her waist, as if she were posing for a photo shoot or something similar. Her actions immediately had the desired effect.
The stranger swallowed hard, taking in Jihyo for the first time, and not just her face. The outfit the woman had chosen for that morning was certainly revealing, to say the least. Jihyo knew she had a hot body and loved to show it off; after all, she spent too much time at the gym not to brag about her own physique.
That morning, Jihyo was wearing a sheer dress made of a lace-like fabric with intricate patterns. These patterns revealed her tanned skin and the bra and shorts she wore underneath, which were part of the set. But of all that, what caught the plumber’s attention was the neckline. Jihyo was beautiful, too, but her prominent cleavage was completely distracting the stranger. Jihyo knew it and resisted the urge to lick her lips so as not to give herself away in front of a stranger that she liked the attention from.
Jihyo didn’t want to act like a slut, much less in front of someone she’d just met, but turning heads and drawing attention was her way of getting revenge for the many ways her wife neglected her. If her wife didn’t appreciate her spectacular figure enough, Jihyo was going to show her that others certainly did. Even if her wife wasn’t there to see it.
“Why don’t you go inside and check it out?” She clearly couldn’t because Jihyo was standing there blocking the door. “I don’t want you to get heatstroke because of me.” The stranger ran her hand across her forehead, wiping away the sweat, while nodding in agreement. “This way.” Jihyo finally cleared the way, motioning for the woman to enter the house, and closed the door once she was inside. “The kitchen is this way.”
Jihyo led her, walking a few steps ahead without turning to see if she was following or not. She could hear her work boots echoing against the wooden floor and the metallic clinking of the toolbox behind her. Jihyo was more concerned with swaying her hips as she walked because she was sure the stranger had her eyes glued to her butt, it was impossible for her not to. A little more showing off wouldn’t hurt anyone, and besides, Jihyo was happy to have a beautiful woman and not a chubby, dirty man behind her. At least her wife had gotten that right, for a change.
Of course the woman noticed Jihyo’s hips; it was impossible not to. The dress and the way she moved them as she walked made it almost impossible to look anywhere else, unless you were staring at her butt. Jihyo was proud of what she’d achieved at the gym, of the way her butt looked now. Her wife had once teased her because her butt was small and didn’t stand out, but now everyone drooled over how shapely it was. A great result of Jihyo’s hard work and stubbornness.
But the other thing Momo inevitably noticed as she walked through the house were the framed photos hanging on the walls here and there. In them, a young Jihyo could be seen, always accompanied by another woman. As they made their way through the house, the plumber saw how the photos told the couple’s story up until their wedding day. After that, there weren’t many more photos.
“Here it is.” Jihyo pointed toward the sink once they reached the kitchen. “It’s a complete mess.”
“Let me check it out first. It doesn’t look that complicated.” The plumber approached the sink to inspect it and had to wrinkle her nose when she smelled the foul odor coming from it. Whistling under her breath, she stuck her hand into the stagnant water and fished around as if that would solve the problem. “I think the pipe is clogged. I’m going to have to open it up to clean it out and see what’s going on.” She wiped her hand on her overalls before continuing. “Ma’am, this is going to take a little while, so if…”
“No ‘madam,’ just call me Jihyo.” For some reason she was standing dangerously close to the sink, leaning on the countertop actually, and that startled the plumber when she turned to give her diagnosis. “By the way, you haven’t told me your name.”
“Momo, my name is Momo. Ma’am… Nice to meet you.” The woman gave her a wide smile that made her look a little silly, but Jihyo had to admit that maybe that was part of her charm. Maybe. “As I was saying, I have to open up the pipes to check them. It might get a little smelly in here.”
“Don’t worry, it already stinks enough. I don’t think it’ll get any worse.” Jihyo waved her hand, as if shooing away the bad smell or Momo’s doubts. “It’s been like this for a week, so I’m used to it by now.”
Jihyo walked around the kitchen island, eventually leaning over it with her arms resting on the counter. Making it clear she wasn’t going anywhere, and also exposing more of her cleavage as she leaned forward. Momo had a hard time trying to look away, so she decided it was better to focus on her toolbox; looking for what she needed to unclog the pipes instead of staring at her client’s breasts.
After tying her hair into a bun and rummaging through her toolbox for a while, Momo found what she needed to get to work. Kneeling on the kitchen floor with half her body inside the cabinet housing the sink, she carefully inspected the pipes until she decided which one to remove first so as not to flood the kitchen with stagnant water. As a precaution, she placed a bucket she’d asked Jihyo for and removed the first section of pipe. Instantly, a flood of dirty water poured into the bucket, splashing Momo in the face. She grimaced but kept working under her client’s watchful gaze.
Jihyo didn’t understand a thing Momo was doing; she knew nothing about plumbing or that sort of thing, but she didn’t miss a single detail of her actions. Not because she thought she had to keep an eye on her to make sure she wasn’t slacking off and wasting time, but because she had decided to treat herself to the spectacle of watching Momo work. Every time she strained to loosen a pipe or reached up to grab a tool from her box, her muscles tensed, revealing just how strong her biceps were and how hard her arms were in general.
It didn’t hurt anyone for Jihyo to stand there watching, taking in the show, while listening to the things Momo muttered to herself. The poor thing was so immersed in her work that she probably wasn’t even aware that Jihyo was feasting her eyes on her arms, wondering how Momo’s calloused hands would feel against her skin. She didn’t miss a single detail of her movements or her butt, which, despite being hidden by the overalls, was quite visible. A little fantasy on a random Tuesday morning didn’t hurt anyone. On the contrary, it actually stimulated Jihyo and made her forget the foul smell that filled the kitchen.
“I think it’s done,” Momo announced, emerging from under the sink. Her face, arms, and shirt were splattered with dirty water, causing the fabric to cling to her body in places, making it look tighter than it actually was. The splashes and sweat gave Momo a somewhat disheveled look, perhaps wild or raw, which Jihyo chose to ignore, just as she had ignored how it made her feel. “Now all that’s left is to try it.”
Momo turned on the sink faucet and watched closely as the water pooled for a few seconds before beginning to flow freely down the drain, disappearing through the pipes to some remote place. She had done it; Jihyo’s sink was fixed. Now all that was left was to get rid of the water in the bucket so the kitchen would stop stinking.
“Wow! You really did it.” Once again, Jihyo was dangerously close to Momo, so close that she could smell her perfume. It was much nicer than the smell of the water in the sink. “If you give me your details, I can transfer the payment to you, or would you prefer cash?”
“To be honest, I’d rather freshen up first. But a bank transfer is fine.”
Momo handed her a card with her account number and details before Jihyo showed her where the bathroom was and gave her a clean towel. After a few minutes, which Jihyo used to pay for her services, Momo returned to the kitchen, now free of stains and sweat.
“If you don’t need me for anything, I should go,” Momo said, scratching the back of her neck. The way her arm looked even more massive from that distance distracted Jihyo for a few long seconds.
“If it’s not too much trouble, could you get rid of the bucket? Just throw it on the plants in the backyard, please.”
It was such a small thing that Momo saw no reason to refuse; nothing stopped her from doing a small favor for a customer satisfied with her work. Taking the bucket, she went from the kitchen straight to the backyard and then came back in empty-handed. She had left the bucket outside just in case it stank too.
“I really should go now. I have a few things to check on at my shop.”
“Oh, but I can’t just let you leave like that.” Once again, Jihyo was dangerously close to Momo, as if she’d decided to ignore the boundaries of personal space. “Can I offer you some lemonade or something to drink? I’d feel bad if you left like this after working so hard.”
Momo swallowed hard, making an effort to look anywhere but at Jihyo’s cleavage, which was proving quite difficult given how close she was.
“Lemonade would be fine,” she finally managed to say.
With a smile, Jihyo turned and went to open the fridge, bending down to look for the lemonade pitcher. This time, Momo couldn’t take her eyes off the woman. She’d spent the whole morning trying not to stare at her like a pervert, trying not to look at Jihyo’s cleavage or think about the sway of her hips; but seeing her bent over like that made it impossible for her to keep turning a blind eye.
Jihyo undoubtedly had the best butt Momo had seen in a long time, and from the way she lingered over taking out the pitcher, it was clear she wanted Momo to notice it. The fabric of her dress had clung to her body, clearly revealing the shape of both her buttocks, making it obvious that her shorts weren’t able to fully contain them.
She was really going to need that lemonade because her mouth had gone dry. Momo had to get out of there as soon as possible or she was going to do something crazy that would end with her getting slapped, or maybe something worse. But when Jihyo stood up with the pitcher of lemonade in her hand and kicked the fridge door shut, Momo’s legs wouldn’t respond. Much less was she able to run away when Jihyo set the pitcher down on the island and stood in front of Momo again, invading her personal space once more.
Her heart skipped a beat when Jihyo raised an arm and ran her hand just a few centimeters from Momo’s ear; Momo thought she was going to touch her. But what was actually happening was that Jihyo had opened a cabinet behind Momo, looking for a glass to pour the lemonade into. But soon none of that mattered.
The glass was too far away, the cabinet was too high, or maybe it was simply because Momo was in the way, but when Jihyo stretched too far, she slipped and fell onto Momo. To keep Jihyo from ending up on the floor, Momo grabbed her around the waist with both hands. What she couldn’t prevent was Jihyo’s chest colliding with her own.
For the second time that morning, Momo failed miserably at her self-imposed task of not looking at Jihyo like a pervert. When she looked down to check if the woman was okay, all she saw was her prominent cleavage pressed against her, giving her a perfect view of the valley between Jihyo’s large breasts. Faced with that, Momo couldn’t help but hold Jihyo tighter and press her against herself.
A strange, involuntary sound escaped Jihyo’s lips as she felt her body being handled like that. Momo’s powerful hands held her tightly, preventing her from falling, but at the same time keeping her from pulling away, from going anywhere.
Momo was squeezing harder than she should have, but it wasn’t in Jihyo’s plans to complain about it. Instead of pulling away, she stared intently at Momo, studying her face as she lost herself in the depth of her kind eyes. Eyes that now shone with an intensity different from what they had shown until now. That kindness was still there; her gaze conveyed calm, but it also revealed a desire that had suddenly grown and was spreading like wildfire inside Momo.
Slowly lowering her outstretched arm, Jihyo wrapped it around Momo’s head, playing with the hair behind her ear. “Maybe I have another job for you…” Her voice was almost a purr.
“What would that job be?” Momo was regretting not having gotten to try the lemonade, because her mouth was as dry as if she’d been walking through the desert.
Jihyo leaned close to her ear to whisper, as if trying to hide from the world what she was about to say next. “How about you check my pipes? All of them.”
She let the sentence hang in the air without pulling away from Momo; she didn’t even try. It would probably be useless anyway, because the plumber had a firm grip on her and didn’t seem to have any intention of letting go. Her hands were firmly on Jihyo’s hips, making it look more like she was about to hug her than prevent her from falling. A hug that they were both well aware they shouldn’t share.
“I should start checking right here… If that’s okay with you.”
“You can check here… In the bathroom, in my room. Wherever you want.” Jihyo didn’t dare brush her lips against Momo’s cheek, that would be too much, but that didn’t stop her from breathing right into her ear. As if she were trying to show her without words but actions just how fast her heart was racing right now.
Momo could not only see Jihyo’s closeness, but she could also feel it. In the way her hips responded to her grip, in the way Jihyo breathed against her ear, or in the sweet scent of her perfume; which was a far cry from the smell of sweat and work that Momo carried. The plumber allowed herself to be intoxicated by that mixture of scents and sensations that was Jihyo, trying to control herself so as not to squeeze her hips any tighter for fear of hurting her. She knew this was wrong, that Jihyo was a married woman. But if she wasn’t going to worry about her wife, Momo certainly wasn’t going to either.
Realizing exactly what Jihyo’s proposal was about, that it wasn’t about a plumbing job, Momo leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to make sure to check every single one of your pipes.” That was how they stopped pretending, stopped testing the waters, and simply let themselves be carried away by the circumstances.
Jihyo not only brushed her lips against Momo’s cheek, but quickly found Momo’s lips to lose herself in a shared kiss. Right now, she didn’t want to think about the possibility of her wife coming back and finding her in the arms of the person who was supposed to fix the sink. No, right now it was more important to focus on Momo’s lips, on how her tongue was trying to invade Jihyo’s mouth, or on how her hands had started to move from her hips.
Momo’s tongue finally made its way into Jihyo’s mouth, or perhaps it was Jihyo herself who let it in, to immediately dance together with hers, twisting in a warm, wet whirlwind. Meanwhile, Momo’s hands weren’t staying still either, positioning themselves on Jihyo’s back to hold her in a different way but still preventing her from pulling away.
Their breaths mingled as they melted further and further into that forbidden kiss. Letting themselves be carried away by desire and ignoring the logic that told them this was wrong. But Jihyo needed some adventure in her life, a change for a change’s sake, and Momo wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity if a woman as beautiful and fiery as this threw herself into her arms. Neither of them could let this opportunity pass, even if it meant losing their marriage or their job. Pleasure, lust, sin, that was all that filled their minds, clouding their judgment and pushing them a little further.
Between gasps, Jihyo managed to pull away slightly. “Let me help you find where you need to check.” With those words, she took Momo’s hands in hers, feeling how rough they were from work, and guided them down to her butt in a clear invitation to explore her anatomy more closely. Momo didn’t waste any time and squeezed the buttocks that Jihyo was so kindly offering her.
The married woman let out a sigh that died on Momo’s lips. The plumber was strong enough to lift her just by grabbing her ass, but instead she was too busy kneading Jihyo’s well-toned buttocks. Countless hours at the gym had built up that ass and shaped it into the form it had now. The perfect size to fall into Momo’s hands, to fit between her fingers and spill out from between them when the woman squeezed her ass. Touching Jihyo’s butt was a full-fledged delight, an almost religious experience. But even more so was the way Momo’s caresses stretched Jihyo’s dress, making her cleavage look more prominent.
Between kisses, Momo could appreciate Jihyo’s bust, seeing that her breasts threatened to escape from the bra that held them captive. Nothing would have pleased Momo more than to have one of those breasts in her mouth to play with the nipple, whose edge peeked shyly out from the bra, revealing a light brown color. To suck on it and perhaps bite it, even to venture to leave marks that Jihyo’s wife would find later.
“Did you find the problem yet?” Jihyo’s voice was a whisper between ragged gasps and passionate kisses.
“I have to look deeper.” Momo played along, pulling her dress up so she could finally touch her skin properly.
Indeed, the shorts she was wearing weren’t able to contain her buttocks and left half of them exposed, but the dress did the job of covering what the shorts couldn’t. Now, with the garment out of the way, Momo was free to knead Jihyo’s ass however she wanted, squeezing and spreading those delicious buttocks, molding them with her caresses and earning a moan from Jihyo. But she couldn’t stop there.
Momo growled softly, sliding her hands down, slipping them under Jihyo’s shorts without a shred of hesitation or remorse. She grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing so hard it made Jihyo moan again, feeling how the soft skin yielded under her caresses as if it were wet clay. She spread her buttocks urgently, tracing the thin line of the thong that hid the small, tight anus beneath.
Meanwhile, Jihyo was melting in Momo’s hands, feeling her fingers explore her flesh and take possession of her. Feeling her own heart pounding against her ribs in a way it hadn’t in a long time. The flame of passion was burning fiercely within Jihyo, making her look like a lit torch in the middle of a dark cave. Her ragged breath was dying in Momo’s mouth along with the soft moans caused by Momo’s caresses on her body.
Urgency and greed were taking hold of Momo, making her want more of Jihyo, needing more of her. Without hesitation, she dared to pull down Jihyo’s shorts, sliding them down to mid-thigh with quick movements that at times became clumsy due to urgency and excitement. As expected, Jihyo didn’t protest as Momo undressed her in the middle of her own kitchen. She didn’t seem to mind that someone she’d met less than an hour ago was exploring her body so deeply. But to tell the truth, Jihyo hoped Momo would explore her in more detail and not stop at the surface.
“I need you out of those shorts.” It wasn’t a request; it was an order. One that Jihyo obeyed by pushing the garment down herself so it gathered around her ankles, because Momo’s hands seemed glued to her ass. Then she simply kicked the shorts aside, leaving only her thong on, which covered absolutely nothing of her anatomy.
Jihyo kissed Momo’s neck, clinging to the sides of her shirt so she wouldn’t slip again. Momo growled, unafraid to look vulnerable or to show how much the woman in her arms affected her. She had driven her crazy from the moment she opened the door to welcome her, and now she no longer needed to keep those impure thoughts about a married woman at bay.
Demonstrating the strength in her arms, Momo lifted Jihyo and practically carried her by the hips until her feet barely touched the floor. She carried her over to the island, where she sat her on the quartz countertop with her legs spread and her dress rolled up to her waist.
“I think I’m starting to get a handle on the problem?” Momo’s hands were forced to leave Jihyo’s butt, but that didn’t mean they were moving away from her. There was plenty to touch, plenty to grab, like the married woman’s prominent cleavage.
As Momo trailed a path of kisses down Jihyo’s neck, past her collarbone until she reached her breasts, Jihyo felt things were getting serious. Which was stupid because right now she was wearing only a thong from the waist down, and Momo had already groped her entire butt. But being in a thong wasn’t the same as having her breasts exposed and a practically unknown woman sucking on her nipple.
Jihyo might have worn a similarly skimpy bikini bottom on some beach in a tropical paradise when she was feeling especially daring, or if her wife had asked her to. But that was very different. It was a beach at a tourist destination, a place where people went to have fun and tan their bodies in the sun. That had nothing to do with the kitchen in her own home, let alone having another woman eating her tits.
The moment Momo’s mouth found her nipple, Jihyo surrendered completely. In reality, she had already done so the moment she slid onto Momo, but now she abandoned any pretense of hiding how much she was enjoying this. Momo’s warm tongue worked on her hard nipple, drawing out moans she had no interest in suppressing. There was no point, since the only person who could hear those sounds was Momo, and Jihyo was sure she didn’t want to miss them. After all, she was the one to blame for Jihyo being like this.
The sweet notes of Jihyo’s perfume mingled with the soft scent of her skin, overwhelming Momo’s senses in a blinding way that led her to sink deeper and deeper into the married woman’s cleavage. Her soft breasts welcomed her with enveloping warmth and hard nipples, which Momo was caressing with her tongue and gently biting.
Jihyo pressed Momo’s head against her chest, between her breasts, to which Momo reacted by groping for her thighs. Her hands didn’t take long to find them and move dangerously close to Jihyo’s crotch, protected only by the pitiful excuse for underwear that was her thong. Such a tiny garment wasn’t going to keep Momo at bay, and frankly, at this point the thong was nothing more than a tiny triangle of fabric soaked in Jihyo’s nectar.
Momo confirmed this when she gently pressed against Jihyo’s covered pussy. Instantly, her fingers felt the married woman’s wetness, unmistakable proof of just how much Jihyo was enjoying this illicit encounter.
“There’s a leak here I need to fix.” Two of her fingers pressed against the ruined fabric, but it was when they slid over it that a shiver ran through Jihyo’s body. From her spine to the deepest corners of her being, Jihyo felt her body melt with pleasure.
“Then go down there and check it out.” Just as Momo had done earlier when she demanded that Jihyo take off her shorts, Jihyo now took her hand and ordered her to go down and dive into the wetness of her center. Because no one in the world would have thought that was a request, Jihyo had issued a full-fledged command. An order that showed she wasn’t just going to stay there at Momo’s mercy for her to do whatever she wanted with her, but that she was going to actively participate.
Following the married woman’s orders, Momo reluctantly pulled away from her breasts to kneel down, coming face-to-face with Jihyo’s crotch. Just as she had knelt to fix the sink, she now did so to immerse herself in a different kind of wetness. One that was undeniably a thousand times more pleasurable and delightful.
With her thumb, she pushed aside the ruined fabric, finally revealing before her the work of art that was Jihyo’s cunt. Soaked, throbbing, and burning with the fire that this illicit encounter was igniting within her. Momo could do nothing but lick her lips at such a sight, as if she were a cat eyeing a juicy fish. Or rather, like a wild feline stalking its prey, about to pounce on it and sink its claws into its tender flesh.
The calm before the storm was a few agonizing seconds during which only Momo’s breathing could be heard in the kitchen, before she finally decided to dive between the legs of a woman she hadn’t even known an hour ago. A married woman who was half-naked on the kitchen island of the house she shared with her wife. Something Momo shouldn’t be doing, but to her, it seemed like there was nothing else in the world right now.
Momo’s flat tongue landed on Jihyo’s folds, causing another moan; one more of the many Momo had elicited from her in such a short time. Something else to add to the list of things Momo had done to her that made her melt like a candle under the summer sun.
Jihyo’s nectar flowed copiously from her center, which had become a spring from which Momo quenched her thirst. Jihyo was the forbidden fruit of pleasure and lust. A ripe, juicy fruit that throbbed at Momo’s touch, releasing more and more nectar as she licked.
As if that weren’t enough, the plumber decided to push Jihyo a little further into madness. With the same finger that had earlier pushed aside the thong, Momo now caressed Jihyo’s clitoris. The bundle of nerves gave in to her caresses, sending electric sensations that made Jihyo’s toes curl and a lump form in her throat. A dry moan, almost like a growl, escaped her mouth unexpectedly.
Despite it being her first time with her, Momo quickly found Jihyo’s sweet spots. She quickly grasped where to lick and when to suck, how to move her thumb, and how deep to go with her tongue. Jihyo was an open book to Momo, who had become an avid reader of this forbidden tome. Turning page after page without missing a single detail of the reactions her reading provoked in Jihyo, who shuddered and moaned especially loudly when Momo applied more pressure to her clitoris.
Gushing like a broken pipe, Jihyo braced her hands behind her, leaning her full weight onto them and, consequently, onto the counter of the island. If her wife found her like this, lying on her back with her legs spread so the plumber could eat her pussy, it would definitely be the end of their marriage. Luckily, her wife had decided to go out and leave her home alone; now she had to face the consequences of her actions.
It was almost pathetic that Jihyo was already in heaven with so little. Just a few licks and a few strokes on the bundle of nerves that was her clitoris, and she was already moaning pitifully as her pulse quickened to the rhythm of the woman’s licks between her legs. So little caused so much in her that it was evident how neglected she was, how much her wife had been ignoring the book of Jihyo’s pleasure.
Without thinking, she grabbed Momo by the head. As if her hand were a claw and she were an eagle firmly gripping her prey so it couldn’t escape. But was it really necessary? No, of course not. Momo had knelt down willingly and had plunged into the depths of Jihyo’s crotch, seeking her own pleasure as well. Momo was satisfying her hunger, but holding her like this gave Jihyo a sense of control that she liked. It was like holding the leash of a puppy you knew wasn’t going anywhere.
If it weren’t for the fact that it would make her fall off the island, Jihyo would have been grinding her center against Momo’s face. Just as she was, supporting her weight with one hand and holding Momo with the other, it was the perfect position to do it. To let herself go, once again, and use the plumber’s face to give herself pleasure.
Momo took the hand holding her head as yet another confirmation of how well she was doing. That she was making the right decisions when licking, sucking, or penetrating with her tongue. That her thumb, instead of causing discomfort, was delivering nothing but pleasure. It wasn’t just Jihyo’s hand confirming this, but also the heat of her pussy, the small tremors in her thighs, the way her moans had risen in intensity until reaching a brazen volume. It wasn’t just Jihyo’s sweet moans bouncing off the kitchen walls, but also the way she pressed Momo’s head against her body.
Perhaps Jihyo couldn’t grind against her, but that didn’t stop her from pressing Momo deeper into her crotch. Now Momo ate with greater greed, with more brazenness, and in a more reckless manner. Jihyo’s nectar dripped down her chin, staining her neck just as sweat had done before.
There was no longer room for her hand; there was only room for her face and her hunger for the married woman. Momo pressed her face against her, practically devouring her, making wet noises as she ate her pussy. She took both of Jihyo’s thighs behind the knee and spread them as far as she could without hurting her. Pulling her, she drew her closer until Jihyo’s ass was on the edge of the precipice, practically about to fall off the island. She was only staying on the furniture thanks to Momo’s hands.
Maybe it was that wild hunger with which she was eating her pussy, or the pornographic sounds Momo made while doing it. The way the plumber’s tongue explored her insides without restraint, and her lips kissed her wet folds. It could have been being literally on the verge of falling, held up only by her hand and because her legs were draped over Momo’s shoulders. It may have been each of those things or all of them at once that pushed her over the inescapable precipice of sexual climax.
Pushing Momo’s head against her body, Jihyo came all over her face. Her pussy throbbed against Momo’s face as if trying to communicate with her in Morse code, while her nectar flowed in copious amounts, staining her entire face. Momo didn’t protest or try to pull away; she simply stayed there, drinking as much as she could with the same hunger with which she had been eating. Feeling Jihyo convulse and throb against her face.
The pleasure made her close her eyes and throw her head back like that as the orgasm hit her hard. Countless waves of pleasure coursed through Jihyo’s body, making her shudder and curl her toes. She had to make an effort not to crush Momo’s skull or break her nails against the deck of the island, she was clenching so hard. Her mouth was open as if she were about to moan, but at that very moment, when the pleasure was at its peak, Jihyo didn’t let out a single moan. She froze in silence, trying to withstand the onslaught of the orgasm, while the sun filtering through the sheer curtain created patterns on her face and bare chest.
Those were glorious moments until the pleasure began to subside and Jihyo came down from the clouds to realize she was barely keeping her balance, at this point only aided by Momo. Her legs were still draped over Momo’s shoulders, and if not for that, her ass would have slipped off the island long ago. Using the sink faucet as an anchor point, Jihyo sat back down properly, or as close to it as she could manage. After all, sitting on the kitchen island with her legs spread and her bare chest exposed wasn’t exactly what you’d call normal, especially when there was someone between her legs who wasn’t her wife.
Finally, Momo was free to pull away, to stand up, to breathe normally. Her face was covered in Jihyo’s fluids; it was obvious at a glance how they had dripped down her chin and fallen onto her shirt as well. The fluid stains mingled with the water from the sink, making it clear that Momo needed a change of clothes urgently. But even more urgent was catching her breath, because her chest was rising and falling as if she’d run a marathon, when in reality she’d only been devouring Jihyo. To her, both activities seemed equally physically demanding.
“I think that leak is fixed now.” The mischievous tone of those words didn’t go unnoticed by Jihyo, who was still catching her breath.
With her head still tilted back and her eyes closed, Jihyo gently bit her lower lip, as if trying to stifle a sigh, before saying anything. “There are still places you should check.”
“I don’t know if I should…” Momo was still hungry, but doubt suddenly crept into her mind.
“I insist you should check every corner, every pipe…” Jihyo let the words slip out as she moved her feet, which dangled from the island without quite touching the floor, playing with them with a joy she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Maybe my room is a good place to keep looking.”
“Do you have problems there too?” Momo’s confidence wavered as she played along with Jihyo.
“You have no idea.” Jihyo tugged on Momo’s shirt to pull her closer, making her take up the space between her legs again. With her other hand, she wiped Momo’s face, or at least her mouth, before leaning into her lips and whispering against them. “Are you going to let me show you?”
Momo couldn’t help but kiss Jihyo, sending her doubts about what she was doing back to the depths of her mind. The married woman’s offer was too tempting, too good, to think twice about accepting it. She’d already made her come once, and that “search” in the bedroom promised more orgasms for both of them.
The disparity in their clothing had to be remedied promptly. While Momo was still fully clothed, Jihyo was missing her shorts and had her breasts exposed, plus her dress was hiked up to her waist. So she lifted Momo’s shirt, breaking the kiss just to pull the garment over her head and toss it somewhere she didn’t even bother to look. Her nimble hands then found the clasp of the bra and got rid of that garment as well. The plumber’s breasts now hung freely for Jihyo’s hands to do whatever they wanted with them.
Being naked from the waist up but still wearing the overalls tied at the waist and her work boots gave Momo a peculiar look, something you didn’t see every day. Her bare torso was beautiful. Momo’s arms were defined by her work, but the way her abs were defined was the result of something entirely different. It was clear at a glance that despite her somewhat unkempt appearance, Momo took the time to work on her body. Her powerful yet still feminine appearance combined with her work clothes to give her a somewhat raw aura, a kind of roughness that was driving Jihyo crazy.
Clearly, Momo’s breasts were firmer than Jihyo’s. She confirmed this herself when she squeezed one, feeling the flesh of her breast spill between her fingers yet still retain its shape. Momo moaned into Jihyo’s mouth; she, too, was in need. The poor thing had eaten her cunt with a voracious hunger, receiving nothing in return but Jihyo’s moans and fluids. She had neglected herself in her quest to give the married woman more pleasure; that was something she needed to be rewarded for right now.
Jihyo let herself fall from the counter, pressing her weight against Momo, grinding her wet center against her thigh and adding a new stain to the jumpsuit. This time it was something different from the water from the pipes, but it flowed in a similar way.
“Bedroom… Now.” Amid kisses and sighs, the words managed to leave her mouth, but her lips couldn’t leave Momo’s. Momo held her firmly and pressed her thigh against Jihyo’s soaked center, not caring about the new wet stain forming there.
Finally, Jihyo managed to break free from Momo’s grip, not without a great effort of will on her part, and ran first out of the kitchen, then up the stairs. Momo lagged behind, standing in the same spot before deciding to go after Jihyo.
It was obvious that Momo didn’t know where the master bedroom was, or any other room for that matter, but Jihyo had left a trail of clothes for her to follow. She had gone up the stairs, Momo knew that because she had heard her, and halfway up she found Jihyo’s heels.
With every step she took, the wooden stairs creaked under the weight of her work boots, signaling to Jihyo that Momo was following the clues she had left behind. Just like Hansel and Gretel, Momo found more items of clothing along the way. First the dress, then the discarded bra a little further on showed her which direction to take. At the end of the hallway, she found Jihyo’s panties hanging from the doorknob of a half-open door, like a clear invitation to venture into the deepest recesses of the house. “The X marks the treasure,” Momo whispered to herself as she pushed the door open.
Knowing she was trespassing, the plumber crossed the threshold with a firm, determined stride. This was territory where she shouldn’t be, but she had been invited nonetheless. Momo was like a vampire lurking in the night until the maiden invited her in, except it was mid-morning and Jihyo was by no means an innocent damsel. Perhaps she was the exact opposite.
From all the clothes strewn along the path, Momo knew Jihyo was naked, but she hadn’t expected to find her like this. Jihyo was in her bed, the same one she shared with her wife every night, propped up on a pile of pillows. Her legs were spread wide, brazenly exposing her still-damp pussy, as if it were the final invitation Momo needed to erase all her doubts.
“With all that clothes on, you won’t be able to inspect it properly.” The words floated over to Momo, and then she realized she was still wearing the overalls tied at the waist and her boots. She must have looked comical, admiring Jihyo’s nakedness with her mouth slightly open, when she herself was topless and in her work clothes.
Never in her life had Momo undressed so quickly. The boots flew off her feet, and when she took off the overalls, Jihyo smiled at the sight of a damp spot on the plumber’s panties. She had caused that. Momo’s ruined panties ended up in an unorganised pile with the rest of her clothes.
Now in the same state of nudity as Jihyo, she climbed onto the bed and crawled over to the married woman. Momo moved like a wild animal ready to attack its prey; and in fact, she was. She was ready to pounce on Jihyo and devour her once more, but the woman had other plans for her. She made that clear by grabbing Momo by the face and pulling her toward her to kiss her. Instantly, the two melted into a desperate kiss, letting their tongues battle for a few moments before pulling apart again to catch their breath.
Momo didn’t waste any time and went to kiss Jihyo’s neck, while she played with her hair and held her by the back. Momo’s back was stronger than Jihyo had thought; she could feel her muscles under her palm and trace them easily with her fingertips, drawing lines across Momo’s skin as she focused on kissing Jihyo’s neck.
“Let me return the favor,” the married woman whispered into Momo’s ear, as if speaking those words in a low voice would hide the fact that she was cheating on her wife. “You’re already so wet, and just from eating me.” Jihyo took the opportunity to slide the hand that had been on her back down to Momo’s crotch, where her fingers felt the wetness of her center. The plumber found Jihyo’s lips and moaned right into her mouth as she felt her soaked folds.
“I have a better idea.” Momo’s trembling voice did nothing to hide that she was resisting the urge to let herself go and accept Jihyo’s offer, but at least right now she needed more than just her fingers. She needed a different, more special touch, something gentler.
Gently, Momo pulled away from Jihyo, kneeling in front of her. The mattress sank under her weight as if it knew she didn’t belong there, as if it wasn’t used to supporting her weight. But it could also just be that Momo was putting all her weight on a single point. In any case, ignoring her struggles, Momo took Jihyo by the thighs and pulled her, sliding her so she was lying more flat but with her head still resting on the pillows. Immediately, her fingers wrapped around the married woman’s delicate ankle and lifted it to spread her legs and expose her center.
Jihyo let the other woman do whatever she wanted with her; she had long since surrendered to her in this lustful and illicit adventure. She didn’t protest when Momo dragged her or when she lifted her leg; she just looked at her with that special gleam in her deep brown eyes, one that had recently awakened. Momo had already proven she knew what she was doing when she went down there to devour her with eagerness and skill, so why not continue to trust her abilities?
With her eyes half-closed, Momo admired the chaos that was Jihyo’s crotch, glistening with a mixture of her own wetness and Momo’s saliva. Carefully, the plumber slid a foot over Jihyo’s outstretched leg and straddled her thigh, still keeping her ankle raised. Now it was Momo’s wetness that clung to Jihyo’s skin. Her center seemed to burn against the married woman’s thigh; her firm muscles offered a resistance that Momo appreciated. Finally, some friction where she needed it most.
Meeting Jihyo’s eyes, Momo slid up her thigh, leaving a trail of wetness, until there was no more leg to rub against. Then their centers met, and Momo felt Jihyo’s delicate lips against her own.
There was hunger in Jihyo’s gaze, a hunger that overwhelmed Momo but at the same time drove her forward. Jihyo’s deep brown eyes looked deep into Momo’s, connecting on a level beyond mere gazes. She didn’t blink, but she did narrow her eyes when Momo began to move, rubbing her center against Jihyo’s. They continued to stare intently at each other even when they had to open their mouths to moan. Nothing could break their eye contact.
Their centers rubbed together in a wet kiss, charged with lust and hunger. Momo’s hips moved rhythmically while Jihyo lifted her own to increase the friction. Their moans blended into one, like a symphony musicalising their illicit encounter, interrupted only occasionally by small gasps from the effort of burning their centers together.
Eating Jihyo’s cunt had been a wonderful thing, but it had deprived Momo of seeing her reactions; now that she was naked on top of her, that had changed completely. Now Momo didn’t miss a single detail of the reactions she was causing in the married woman. Every tremor of her lips, the blush on her cheeks, the intensity of her gaze locked on hers. Everything was captured by the plumber’s eager eyes, which suddenly weren’t satisfied with just looking into Jihyo’s eyes, she also wanted to devour her with her gaze, and one could say she was already doing just that.
The plumber had a feast before her eyes, and that only made her even hungrier. Jihyo’s body trembled at the movements of her hips, causing her breasts and abdomen to quiver to the rhythm set by Momo with each rotation of her core. It was clear that the woman exercised a lot, but her body still had that softness just in the right spots.
Jihyo reached out to grab the hand Momo still had free, the one not holding her ankle, to give her more stability and a point of anchor so she could move her hips more frantically. Their fingers intertwined as Momo picked up the pace and Jihyo used her other hand to play with her breasts, putting on a show that made Momo’s heart skip a few beats. How was it possible that this married woman looked so spectacular and immaculate in a situation like this? If it weren’t for the fact that she was already married and cheating on her wife with Momo, she would have thought she’d found the perfect woman.
Jihyo’s hand looked small as it intertwined with Momo’s. The plumber gripped it tightly, making her biceps stand out even more and showcasing the toned muscles of her arms in all their glory. As her calloused hand clung fervently to the married woman’s, her abdomen contracted and stretched with each new rotation of her hips. The mere sight of Momo’s toned abs contorting made Jihyo bite her lower lip.
The support provided by Jihyo allowed Momo to apply a little more force, pressing herself a little closer against her while Jihyo herself pushed her hips upward in search of Momo. The pressure continued to build in their cores, as did the wetness and heat, causing their lips to slide more easily together in that obscene kiss they were sharing. Soon the heat and pressure became too intense to contain. Their cores throbbed with fervor, making their swollen lips burn with the fire of lust. A fire that was consuming them both.
With spectacular synchrony, they both let themselves go at the same time, plunging into the river of lust and letting themselves be swept away by the current of pleasure. As if they were one, the orgasm hit them at the same time, causing their bodies to tremble and their moans to lose any composure that might have remained in them. But despite the waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies, neither stopped pressing against the other, thrusting their hips to soothe the heat of their throbbing centers.
When it became undeniable that they were being dragged into the void of the climax, their gazes met again and remained locked as pleasure took over their bodies without restraint. One’s gaze fixed on the other’s, looking directly into her being, scrutinizing the deepest recesses of her soul. All while wave after wave of pleasure washed over them completely.
Momo released Jihyo’s leg and let herself fall gently onto her, with half her body on top of the married woman’s, though their legs were still intertwined. Her breathing was ragged, not just from the effort of grinding against the other woman, but also from the adrenaline and the excitement of the orgasm. The plumber watched as Jihyo’s chest rose and fell as she tried to fill her lungs with air, and without a second thought, she reached out to capture one of her breasts with her mouth, giving small sucks and nibbles that made Jihyo moan softly.
The married woman interlaced her fingers with Momo’s hair, and after letting her lick a few times, gently pulled her away from her breast. The plumber didn’t have time to protest because Jihyo pulled her in for a passionate kiss. This time it was she who invaded Momo’s mouth with her tongue to explore its depths and make their tongues battle once more. Suddenly, it no longer mattered that they were trying to catch their breath; all that was on their minds was the need to never part from each other’s lips.
Jihyo let go of Momo’s hair, and Momo took the opportunity to straddle the woman’s abdomen, staining it with her fluids. Jihyo didn’t care; she no longer cared if the plumber’s scent lingered on her body, all the better if it did. All she did was run her hands over Momo’s toned back, tracing the defined muscles with her fingers, feeling them tense and flex under her touch. Always moving downward along a path that inevitably led her to grab, with open, greedy hands, a handful of Momo’s ass.
The plumber moaned into the housewife’s mouth, feeling her core grow wet again despite still recovering from her recent orgasm. Her breasts rubbed against the other’s as they moved to adjust their lips to the kiss they were sharing. Only a few moments had passed, and they were already trying to devour each other again.
Then Momo felt trapped in the claws of a predator. She had entered the room willingly to consummate the illicit act to which she had been invited, and it never crossed her mind that she was walking straight into the lair of a beast. She had already seen in the kitchen just how insatiable Jihyo was, the sheer magnitude of the hunger she felt. Even though Momo was the one who had steered the action in a certain way, it had all happened on Jihyo’s turf. Maybe Momo wasn’t the predator she’d thought at first; maybe this married woman hadn’t fallen from the sky as a reward for her, but was instead using her to sate a hunger her wife was no longer able to satisfy. That was most likely the case, and honestly, Momo couldn’t care less. All of that was worth it for the pleasure that was setting her body ablaze. At the end the vampire was just a poor bat blinded by the incandesce of Jihyo's lust.
Momo was in Jihyo's claws and that was how being gently Jihyo moved Momo’s body, and Momo let her do whatever she wanted without protesting; it was already too late to start complaining. Soon the plumber found herself lying on her back with her head resting on the pillows and her thighs spread apart. Jihyo was beside her, but their bodies weren’t at the same level. She had broken the kiss to position herself slightly higher than Momo, and instead of her lips, she offered one of her breasts, which Momo accepted willingly.
Now the tables had completely turned from how things had been in the kitchen. Even though Momo had one of Jihyo’s breasts in her mouth, it was Jihyo who was now in control of the situation. It was her hand that wandered down Momo’s thigh, caressing her skin, sending shivers wherever it went despite the heat radiating from her fingers. That hand felt like a silent promise yet to come; both knew what the final destination was, but neither said a word. Momo simply lay there, sucking on the breast that had been placed in her mouth, while Jihyo traced patterns on the inner side of her thigh.
It was all part of the game, of how Jihyo had let herself fall into the plumber’s arms and was now taking control. Her hand moved slowly but surely toward Momo’s center, feeling the heat radiating from the anticipation of not knowing when the inevitable was finally going to happen. Then Jihyo’s fingers finally reached the woman’s wet folds, sending a small shiver through her body as she closed her eyes to withdraw from this world and surrender herself completely to Jihyo’s hands.
For some reason, Momo thought the woman would be rougher with her, that now that she was completely in control and Momo had surrendered so passively to her caresses, she would show her no mercy. But quite the opposite; her touch was gentle, gentle yet determined. Jihyo didn’t hesitate for a moment as her fingers caressed Momo’s folds, soaking up in her love juices and spreading them across her center. Doing whatever she wanted with the plumber’s vulva.
When it all began, Momo had pounced on the woman like an animal in heat, but now she lay like a kitten in Jihyo’s arms. Her moans were muffled by the breast in her mouth, and her folds were being explored by an expert hand. Her hips moved almost of their own accord, and Jihyo immediately withdrew her hand, making it absolutely clear who was in control, who was setting the pace here. Momo had no choice but to focus on sucking while the hand resumed its mischief on her throbbing center.
Jihyo’s new target was Momo’s swollen lips. She caressed them, drawing out more muffled moans. She traced them with her fingertips and rubbed them, playing with them as she felt her owner melt in her hands. Then she found her clitoris and attacked it too, rolling it gently between her fingers, taking care not to overwhelm Momo with the caresses she was bestowing upon her.
Even though the plumber was soaking wet, Jihyo brought her fingers to her mouth, more to taste Momo’s nectar than to add saliva. She was sure that the Momo’s own wetness would be enough for what she had in mind, so she focused on savoring her nectar and swallowing it all, hungrily cleaning up every last trace of her essence, using her tongue to trace between her fingers and leave nothing behind.
One of Jihyo’s hands caressed Momo’s hair, occasionally brushing across her forehead, while the other, without any shame, returned to rubbing her cunt. This time, just two fingers slid between her folds, drawing circles and applying pressure, masturbating Momo in a delicious way. With expert, precise movements, as if she knew her lover’s anatomy perfectly, she stimulated her until her fingers were once again soaked in her nectar, drenched in her essence. Then, without warning, and while her other hand gently caressed the woman’s forehead, Jihyo pressed those same two fingers into the opening of her center and invaded Momo’s pussy.
The inside of the plumber’s pussy felt velvety, with a warmth that welcomed Jihyo’s intruding fingers, making them feel right at home. Momo clung tighter to the nipple in her mouth because it was the only thing left for her to do. Just as Jihyo had spread her legs in the kitchen so Momo could eat her out, now Momo had to play her part and spread her legs so the married woman could try to even the score of orgasms.
“Try,” as if Momo weren’t already melting from the heat spreading from her core and coursing through her entire body. Jihyo’s fingers spread apart inside her and probed her depths, caressing her walls. Filling her up and then closing in, so her pussy would never get used to the stimulation it was receiving. By the time Jihyo started literally fucking Momo’s cunt with her hand, Momo had already become a whimpering mess. Nothing remained of the resolve and determination she’d shown in the kitchen; now she simply lay in a married couple’s bed, a marriage she wasn’t a part of, while Jihyo cheated on her wife with her. “While she’s using me to be unfaithful,” Momo told herself, but what does it matter if being used feels this good? Maybe Momo wouldn’t mind if Jihyo used her a few more times if she took care of her this well again.
The plumber’s moans were muffled by Jihyo’s breast, but her body was making another sound; or rather, both of them were. The fingers felt so good inside her, giving her so much pleasure, that her center was completely soaked and now squelched with every thrust of Jihyo’s fingers. The woman was truly doing whatever she wanted with her. Giving her relentless pleasure while caressing her forehead with her other hand to calm her down. A duality of sensations that was driving Momo absolutely insane.
As Jihyo spread her fingers while continuing her relentless assault on Momo’s pussy, the pleasure Momo was receiving reached a new peak. Then she had the brilliant idea of using her thumb to caress Momo's clit while her fingers continued going back and forth. With this last action the inevitable didn’t take long to happen, and when Momo could no longer process the sensations invading her body, she exploded. She literally exploded, shooting a stream of fluids from her cunt as her body trembled.
Jihyo held her in place but didn’t stop giving her pleasure. In a way that was now somewhat torturous, she continued fucking Momo, causing her fluids to splash everywhere. She didn’t care that her forearm or the sheets were getting even more stained, that they were becoming more deeply imbued with the plumber’s essence. Faced with that, Momo was unable to keep clinging to the breast she had in her mouth, and now, free of all restraint, her moans echoed unabashedly as she melted in pleasure. Something totally unimaginable when Momo walked through the door of the house to simply repair the sink.
When Jihyo’s fingers slipped out of Momo’s center with a squelching sound, a final shudder ran through her. A moan, almost a cry of protest for the emptiness, escaped her lips. Her body had endured so much in such a short time that she simply collapsed. As Jihyo continued stroking her forehead and whispering something she couldn’t quite make out, Momo fell asleep.
The next time Momo opened her eyes, it took her a moment to remember where she was and what had happened. She almost felt bad for falling asleep like that after staining Jihyo’s bed, but no one could blame her for that after the way Jihyo had made her feel. When she finally came to her full senses, she realized she was still in bed, in the exact same spot where she’d fallen asleep, but Jihyo had slipped a towel under her so her body wouldn’t be in contact with the stained sheets while she slept.
Jihyo was there too, right in front of her. Lying on her side, looking at Momo, with her hair pulled back in a bun and a cigarette between her fingers. The smoke hid her features for a second as it escaped her nose, but then it drifted gently toward the window, which was now open. Momo snatched the cigarette from between her fingers and took a drag before handing it back to her. Instead of taking it, Jihyo leaned in to kiss Momo but stopped when her lips were almost pressed against the other woman’s; then they passed the smoke from one mouth to the other as if Jihyo were sucking Momo’s soul out. Maybe that’s what it really was.
“How long did I sleep?” Momo asked, stretching.
“A little over half an hour.” Jihyo handed the cigarette to Momo, and this time she smoked it properly. “You were sleeping so deeply that you didn’t even wake up when I put the towel on you.”
“Thanks for that. It’s been so long since I came like that.” Momo let the words slip out, a little embarrassed for the way she exploded and drenched Jihyo and her bed. Her cheeks turned red but she ignored it and instead rolled over to lie on her back and stare at the ceiling.
“Hey.” Jihyo took her hand. “It’s the least I can do for you.” Momo’s heart skipped a beat when their fingers intertwined and Jihyo lay down beside her, leaving the cigarette forgotten in the ashtray on the nightstand. “Maybe we should do this more often.”
“Just hope the neighbors don’t see us. I wouldn’t know how to explain to them that I go out with a toolbox only to turn around and knock on the door.” Momo wrinkled her nose in an amused gesture.
“We’ll figure something out if that happens.” Jihyo rested her head on Momo’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around her waist. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“Next time I can be a pizza delivery girl, or, or…” Momo wasn’t able to finish that sentence because Jihyo kissed her gently on the lips.
“Looks like you really enjoyed it.”
“It was a good experience.” Momo let out a sigh before continuing. “I never thought playing like that would be so much fun.”
“We should thank Nayeon for the suggestion.” Momo shuddered slightly when Jihyo said the name of their relationship counselor, but other than that, she didn’t react. “We’re going to get through this,” Jihyo said after a moment of silence. “Therapy is going well. We have a new house in a new neighborhood, and we have each other.”
The truth was, the house wasn’t new at all. It was old and in need of many repairs, just like their marriage. But the foundation was solid, and they both had the will to set aside their differences and work together to fix it; again just like their marriage. As Jihyo said, therapy was improving things between them, and this little role-playing game had helped them forget the constant fights and the cutting remarks they’d gotten used to hurling at each other during the worst part of their relationship. Now, just like the house, their marriage was blossoming again.
“We should take a bath.” Jihyo stood up, pulling Momo with her. “We need it.”
“We should also go out for lunch somewhere nice.” They hugged each other at the foot of their bed. “Maybe you could wear that dress again…”
“Forget it.” Jihyo planted little kisses on her wife’s lips. “It’s too low-cut; I feel like my boobs are going to pop out at any moment.”
Momo laughed at the image that had formed in her mind, but instead of saying something obscene that would surely have earned her a scolding from Jihyo, she simply grabbed her by the butt and lifted her off the floor. Her wife caught on and helped by taking a little hop, ending up wrapping her legs around her wife’s waist and clinging to her neck with her arms.
“We’re going to be okay,” Momo whispered as she walked toward the bathroom carrying her wife in her arms.
