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Momo wouldn't say she's unsatisfied with her life. She has a sweet and loving husband and two perfect angels. Its just not what she expected her life to be. She studied hard to be a doctor and a stupid mistake in university completely derailed her career. Of course her little mistake is still the best thing that's ever happened to her and not at all her fault. She still loves her daughter very much but sometimes deep down she's resentful, now she's home all day living the same routine. She wakes up at five thirty. Rolling off her bed quietly to not wake her husband. She gets ready for the day and gets downstairs by six thirty. She prepares her daughter’s lunch and toasts bread for breakfast. She brews a pot of coffee for her husband and boils some eggs.
She wakes up daughter with a kiss on her forehead and heads to her baby’s nursery. She picks him up and bottle feeds him some milk. By the time she's done her husband is out of the shower, pouring himself a cup of coffee. She tussles his hair and gives him a kiss while her daughter gags at their affection. Once they're done eating she places the dishes in the sink and off she goes, sending her daughter to elementary school.
When she's back her husband is at work and it's just Momo and her son. She cleans the house, doing the dishes, vacuum, do the laundry, and taking short breaks in between to eat and spend time with her baby. Then before she knows it she has to pick her daughter from school.
Momo is well aware she chose this life. Kenji did say she could continue her dream of being a doctor and he would support her through it. Her parents on the other hand had no faith that they both could be working while taking care of a child so now here they are. Momo’s stuck in a loveless marriage, unable to escape.
It wasn't always like this, Kenji used to shower her with affection and love during their university years. She needed that love, love she never received growing up. After they had Aki he just kind of stopped. Insecurities filled her mind, was her body too disgusting for him now?
Momo never really liked Kenji. She loves him of course, the father of her children and provider of the house. But she's never felt the same feeling they’ve described in movies. She doesn't get all tingly and warm inside, she's never been nervous around him. He's also never satisfied her in bed. She understands though, most women don't get to feel pleasure during intimacy. She just takes care of the issue herself later on. The only person shes ever felt tingly to be around was Nayeon. A Korean transfer student during high school. They would sneak out of class to be with each other and talk. Everytime Nayeon’s hand grazed against hers, Momo's heart would go haywire. She was sullen when Nayeon went back to Korea. She's never felt the same way to anyone again.
She hopes every time for something different. Maybe he’ll surprise her. He finishes every time, and Momo does everything for him. So she doesn't understand what made him cheat. She hasn't confronted him about it, why would she? It'll likely end in divorce and she'll be back at her parents house, enduring them calling her a failure. Shell have no jobs and won't be able to see her children.
She could smell the other woman’s perfume on him when he came home late and drunk. The same rosy smell every friday. ‘A business dinner’ he'd say. Lies.
She thought she was being too self conscious, and gave him the benefit of the doubt. Then while doing the laundry she finds lipstick on his collar. Later that week she could hear him muttering another woman’s name as he came. “Ahh S-Sana,” her blood ran cold.
The moment repeats in her head like a loop. Whoever this Sana is must be younger and prettier than her too. She probably doesn't spend her better part of a day covered in spit up, she probably doesn't have eye bags from sleepless nights wondering what went wrong in her marriage or attending to her crying baby.
“Please sweetheart?” He begs for the hundredth time. “Everyone else’s wife is going,”
“What about our kids?”
“Dahyun can look after them,” Dahyun is their neighbor. She's five years younger than Momo, despite the age difference she sees Dahyun as a good friend. She confided her problems to her and appreciates her friendship. “Dahyun might be busy-“ maybe whoever this Sana is works with Kenji. She's curious to see this woman.
“I'll call her,” she sighed. Kenji cheered and gave Momo a big sloppy kiss on her cheek. “Get dressed, were leaving in an hour,”
She could tell Kenji was disappointed with the dress she chose but Momo didn't want to wear something tight and uncomfortable all night. She just put on a dark red floral dress. It had long see through sleeves and reached her calf. Her makeup was also subtle, and since she cut her hair, it was easier to maintain, so it was unstyled. Kenji was annoyed for a week after Momo chopped off her hair into a bob. It grew out and she's been keeping it at shoulder length for a year now. She hates how controlling he could be. Even if he doesn't vocally express it.
After an hour or so of mingling with his loud ignorant coworkers Momo had enough. The gathering was held at his boss’s penthouse and everything in there looked so expensive. Momo was so scared of breaking something.
“Ahh Niki, have you met my wife?” He yelled across the room. Kenji was a loud drunk, it was charming at first but after years of experiencing it she's just fed up at this point.
“Where have you been hiding this beauty?” Niki teased, they shook hands and talked for a few minutes. “There she is! Ms Minatozaki,” she could feel her husband tense up next to her. Niki excused himself, Momo’s eyes followed him and landed on what might be an angel. Her blonde hair in loose curls, her petite frame so delicate and pale. When Momo saw her smile she swore a halo formed on top of her.
“Wow,” she whispered out of breath, “who's that,” Kenji cleared his throat. “Newbie in the company, let's go talk to Kazuha and her fiance over there?” Before she could say anything Kenni had dragged her over to two girls.
“Hello my favorite intern,” he gave her a side hug, “this is my wife, Momo,”
“Hi nice to meet you,” Momo tried her best to give them her full attention but all she could think about was the Minatozaki girl. Could that perhaps be Sana? Is that why Kenji was so quick to get Momo away from his lover?
Kazuha just stood there stunned, “how did you get her boss?” A silver haired woman elbowed her in the stomach. Kenji laughed, “a miracle right?”
“Well this is Sakura, my soon to be wife,” they talk for a few more minutes before Kenji and ‘the guys’ went out to the patio to smoke and discuss business things. His boss's penthouse was so big that it had its own bar; he must've hired a whole bartender for tonight as well. “Martini please,” she ordered and took a seat . Kenji said after this they could head home. So Momo was just hoping the alcohol would help time pass by.
“Hi cutie,” Momo could faintly hear a woman's voice near her. She internally groaned if she had to hear two people flirting while she's trying to unwind and she'll go crazy. Someone sat down on the stool next to her. “Long island ice tea Minho,” the bartender nodded. She could feel the person’s eyes on her and Momo decided to take a look. She choked on her vodka. It was her, Minatozaki. “M-me?” She pointed to herself and looked around, if she was wrong then this’ll be incredibly embarrassing. She giggled, a seductive tune to Momo’s ears. “Yeah you, what brings you here?” She starts panicking, she decides to just be honest. “My husband works at the company,”
“Aww, you're married? Such a shame,” the bartender, Minho, handed the drink and she took a long sip. “Though you were a friend of someone,” she further explained. “I thought I met all the wives, who's your husband?” Momo cleared her throat, if this really is Sana then Momo wouldn't blame Kenji. They've been talking for two minutes and Momo could barely find words to speak.
“Kenji,” it was now her time to choke up. “Seriously?” Now Momo was certain this was Sana. “Yep, six years,” she showed her ring. A small diamond one he quickly purchased days after finding out she was pregnant. She hoped she'd feel remorse for what she did. But instead she just looked disgusted.
Was she so disgusted to see the wife of the man she was hooking up with? More insecurities spread out in her mind. “Happily married?” She asked, a small smirk at the tug of her lips.
“I-“ she sighed, “i guess,”
“You don't sound so sure gorgeous,” she chuckled. Momo thought it was some sick comment about how she's banging her husband and Momo has no idea.
“Every marriage has its issues,” hers is that she doesnt love him and he’s a cheating bastard. “Oh he’s not satisfying you, is he honey?” She giggled when Momo’s face immediately turned red. She probably knew that because she’s slept with him right?
“He has no idea what he’s losing,” she ran her eyes up and down Momo while biting her lip. “Let me buy you another drink,” after about a million more nicknames from her Momo cracked. She was having fun with her, she made Momo laugh and feel pretty again with the constant compliments.
“What’s your name?” She just had to make sure.
“Call me Sana,” She definitely understands Kenji now, Sana is so charming, she makes Momo feel something she hasn’t felt since her high school days. Specifically with Nayeon. After a few more drinks Momo felt light on her feet. Every time she giggles her hand finds its way on Sana’s bare thigh. Lightly gripping it. She looks so scrumptious in her tight black dress, she wanted to ravage her, or better yet let Sana ruin her.
“You want to get out of here baby?” She whispered in her ear. Momo didn’t have to think twice before nodding. “Please,” she whined. With her hand in Sana’s the two girls headed out of the penthouse giggling. They didn’t go far to Momo’s surprise, just an apartment below. “You live here?”
“I own a room down here, I think it’ll be too public for me to do the things to you in my room upstairs,” she flicked her hair, sticking her key inside of the keyhole, while Momo daydreams about the hot scenarios running through her mind, she squeezes her legs to alleviate any discomfort, “You have a room upstairs?” Sana giggled.
“Did your husband say nothing about me?”
“He said you’re a newbie at work,” once the door opened, Sana slammed Momo onto the wall. “That’s a way to put it, my dads his boss,” she kissed Momo’s neck. Slowly unzipping her dress at the same time.
“O-oh,”
“Mhm oh,” she teased, Sana sucked the sweet spot on her neck, making Momo moan, “god you’re so cute, he doesn’t deserve you,” Momo let out a small hum in response. “I can’t wait to see you fall apart all for me,” they stumbled their way to the bedroom.
“You’re so perfect,” she scrunched up her dress and mumbled as kissed her thighs. Momo hated the stretch marks she gained after pregnancy, but Sana made her feel confident about them, tracing them with her tongue and kissing them.
“You’re one to say,” she placed her hand on Sana’s cheek, her thumb caressing her soft pink lips.
“Yeah? Thank you,” Sana got up and turned Momo around. She pushed Momo’s face into her pillow. Her knees propping her on the bed. Sana pulled up her dress, letting it rest on her hips. Revealing a pair of red lacey underwear. She licked her lips, helping the dress come off, throwing it somewhere in the room. She positioned Momo’s ass up in the air, giving it a small squeeze. She slowly dragged the fabric down, seeing the stickiness of her wetness clinging onto them.
She got them down to her knees before flipping her over again, dragging a finger down the valley of her breasts, goosebumps rising from her touch. The blonde presses her lips to the small freckle on top of her left breast. Sucking it at first then nibbling on it, a gasp escaping her lips. Momo grips onto her blonde locks, pushing her closer to her chest. She obliged, pulling down her bralette and paying attention to her two perky nipples. Running her tongue over them, feeling them harden in her mouth.
“Can you take off yours?” She begged, Sana smirked upon hearing the request. She got up and made a little show of unzipping and pulling her dress down. When Sana was close to her earlier Momo could smell a familiar scent. The same rosey smell on Kenji’s clothes. Her senses kick in and now she's aware that she's about to have sex with her husband's mistress.
All of her senses went out the window and her mouth went dry seeing Sana’s half naked body. Sana walked over to her slowly coming to kiss Momo’s lips. She pressed a finger to Momo’s drenched folds. “It's been a while since another person made you feel good huh?” Momo desperately nodded, “so so long,” chills ran down her spine. She sucked her finger, staring into Momo’s eyes. “Get back on all fours,” she commanded, like a dog Momo followed. She's never felt so exposed, the only sex position she’s experienced with was missionary.
Not once did Kenji try to change it up, it was the only position he did with her. Did he do other positions with Sana? What if the reason she's never felt satisfied was because she had no experience. Maybe it was her fault.
“Don't look so glum, I wont do anything you don't want Momo-chan,” the term of familiarity rolls off her tongue. Making Momo submit her whole body to her, “I want you to do it,” she pleaded. Her knuckles turned white as she clutched onto the comforter. “Do what?” The bed dipped as Sana got on. She could feel her cold hands running up and down her inner thigh.
Momo whined, she closed her eyes shut, “i want you to fuck me,” the loud laugh she let out embarrassed Momo for what she just said. She's not one to say vulgar things in bed. “Trust me, i'll treat you so good tonight,” two hands palmed her behind, making Momo let out a loud yelp.
Momo’s never been eaten out before, unless you count that one time her husband tried for a minute before Momo couldn't take it anymore and pretended to come. She wasn't sure what he was doing, she assumed that maybe she was someone who doesn’t like being eaten out.
Now she wonders if he was engaging in weaponized incompetence so that he won't have to do this again. Or maybe he's just really bad because Momos starting to see white in her vision as Sana’s tongue is deep in her. Apart from the lewd noises coming out of her mouth, she got even more turned on hearing the squelching sounds of her wet pussy.
A cold sensation spreads throughout her body, she could feel her thighs shuddering more and more each time her tongue brushes over her clit. Sana ran her tongue up and down her slit one more time before stopping, without letting Momo come.
Unintentionally Momo squeezes her legs together trying to gain any source of friction. “Patience cutie,” she separated them using her knee. “I just had to get a taste of you, i knew you'd be sweet,”
“Really?” She muttered, still trying to catch her breath from her fleeting orgasm. “Want a taste?” Before she could process the question she felt two digits sliding into her. Momo edged her hips backwards, wanting to feel more of her, but Sana just wanted to relish in the feeling of her warmth. She could feel Momo’s walls clenching and closing on her fingers. She slowly moved them in a slow pace, drawing out breathy moans from the mother.
“A-ah Sana,” Momo intrigued Sana so much. The curve of her arched back seemed so articulate due to her wider hips. Her face scrunched up in pleasure and her loud loud moans, despite barely doing anything. “Let me hear that again,” she maneuvered her fingers upwards, finding her fleshy spot. “Sana, Sana, Sana,” she chanted.
Momo’s vision blurred for a slight moment when she felt Sana’s warm tongue back on her clit. “Fuck,” she whimpered, when Sana continued milking her g spot. Repeatedly slamming into it. Momo’s moans were music to her ears. Sana’s tongue moved urgently, eagerly lapping up all of her sweet juices. Momo’s legs had her pinned deep inside of her, it wasn’t like she’d rather be anywhere else right now.
Momo swallowed thickly preparing for stupendous train to hit her. One last push of Sana’s fingers and one last flick on her clit, Momo came undone with a loud groan. Her wet walls gripped her fingers tight, during her orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in bliss and her knees gave out, releasing Sana’s head. She clawed at the sheets, her vision clouded in a flash of white. It was as if years of sexual frustration were just released. Sana gave her a few seconds, feeling her still pulsating around her fingers before slowly taking them out. Momo whined at the sudden emptiness she felt. Sana pulled her head up by her hair. “Suck,” she traced her wet fingers around Momo’s lips, before plunging them inside.
Her fingertips pushed and slid up and down her tongue, while Momo’s cheeks hollowed out. Now that Momos got a taste of herself she desperately wanted to know how Sana would taste too. She released her fingers with a loud pop, then Sana turned her on her back, admiring the purple marks already forming on her chest.
Her hand still lingers around her thighs, grazing them up and down. Reality was piecing itself back bit by bit, the woman that just gave her the best orgasm of her life, is the woman she’s supposed to despise for ruining her marriage. “Y-you’re good at that,” she broke the silence. Sana snickered, she leaned down to Momo kissing Momo’s forehead. She knew she was, she’s been told that countless of times but either way seeing the fucked out expression on her face while her soft voice mutters that stirred something inside of Sana.
Even though Momo was clearly the more inexperienced one, Sana still had fun. Her sloppy kisses left her wanting more, and the housewife had quite a strong hold onto Sana. She pinned her down against the bed, worshipping her body. Leaving red kiss marks everywhere, while calling her perfect or gorgeous every chance she got.
Sweat beaded off both of their bodies, with Sana’s fingers digging into Momo’s scalp. Her legs are pushed back by Momo’s hands, giving her easier access to shove her tongue in and out of her needy cunt.
Sana continued to chase her orgasm, panting and moaning Momo’s name. Right as she’s about to reach her peak a loud ringing noise stopped Momo. She had a customized ringtone for each person in her contact list. She was just reminded that her husband was quite literally a floor above her and she’s currently fulfilling her lifelong dream of eating a woman out. Momo sighed and picked up her phone off the floor. Sana whined and wrapped her legs around the married woman’s waist. “Don’t stop,” she groaned.
“One minute,” she held up a finger and took in a deep breath before answering the phone. “Hello,”
“Hello? Where the fuck are you?” He yelled, he’s drunk. She could hear his coworkers on the other line calming him down.
“I left, Kenji,” she looked at the ring on her finger then sighed. “Get home safely,” she was about to hang up but her husband started letting out rapid curses. Her mood was clearly down and unknown to Momo but Sana was getting sick of a man getting in between her and her much needed release. “I didn’t want to wait an hour for you to finish-“ Sana got up and straddled Momo’s thigh. She wrapped her arms around her neck and planted her face deep in her shoulder.
Sana could faintly hear her husband on the line, bitching about how the ‘guys’ other wives were still there. “Look, I gotta go, let's talk about this tomorrow when you’re sober and not yelling at me,” Momo rushed out, but Kenji wasn’t having it. He kept going on and on about needing to suck up to his boss for the new promotion. Momo couldn’t care any less, especially when Sana’s hips slowly started grinding on her thigh.
She could feel her thigh getting wetter as her hips moved more frantically. “Where are you right now? Come back and make a good impression on my boss,” Momo let out a struggled sigh. Sana looked so good with her back arched
“Just so you know, I don’t think he’s going to be getting that promotion,” Sana whispered in her ear in small grunts.
“Are you with someone?” He questioned, Sana made a shocked face and slightly covered her mouth with her hand. “Oops,”
“T-that’s-,” Momo’s head started spinning. “Irrelevant,” Her hand reaches over to Sana’s hips, helping her. He starts yelling, slurring his words this time. Momo was fed up at this point. Her guilt fades away the moment Kenji calls her a useless wife.
“Mhm, you remember that pretty newbie I asked about?” Sana scrunched her eyebrows in both pleasure and confusion.
“What?”
“Sana,”
“O-oh, yeah why?” His voice lowered and Momo could feel his awkwardness through the screen.
“Was she a good fuck?” Her hips stuttered and slowed down but Momo encouraged her to continue, tensing up her thigh for her. “W-what, I’m not sure what you’re implying,” Sana’s lips contorted to an amused smile, she leaned over kissing Momo. “I can’t hold it anymore Momo-chan,” she mumbled against her lips.
Kenji continued stuttering on his words, with one more sloppy hump Sana let out a gratified groan. She spat out Momo’s name several times, riding out her orgasm.
“Well, I think she is,” Momo hung up her phone, threw it somewhere then focused on the heaving girl on her leg. She brushed Sana's blonde hair away from her face, taking in the details of her face.
It was completely silent, just the sound of Sana heavily breathing fills the room. “You knew?” She chuckled. “Kind of,”
“You’re not mad? Usually people don’t willingly sleep with their partner’s side piece,” the blonde carefully prepped herself up on her knee. Momo’s not sure how she feels right now. She’s finally relaxed after years, a darkness still eats her up inside. She’s trying to dispel it by repeating the fact that he did this first.
“I understand why,” she looked up at Sana, who tilted her head in confusion. “You’re young, pretty, you care about your appearance, and overall better than me,” Her smile stiffened into a rictus. Without warning Sana slapped her.
“What!?” She grabbed her cheek in pain. “If anything, shouldn't I be doing that to you?”
“Don’t say that,”
“What?”
“You’re a good wife, he’s the bad one. No matter what he thinks about you or what you did it doesn’t justify him cheating,” if Momo were to agree with this she’d feel like a big hypocrite since she technically definitely just cheated on him.
“He didn’t tell me he was married,” Sana sighed, “my dad wanted me to get him off his back and we had one too many drinks and did some things in a cab,” although she knew he cheated it still stung knowing Kenji gave in so easily. “I stopped when I found out he was married,” Momo nodded, she believed her. It’s not like Sana had a reason to lie anyways. “I’m sorry,”
“It’s fine, I’ve had suspicions long before you came along,”
“If it makes you feel any better we only technically hooked up once, the rest were just drunken makeouts,” it didn’t make her feel better but Momo just smiled through the pain.
“What are you going to do now?”
“Can I- maybe stay over?” Sana smirked, “you still wanna be around me knowing I wrecked your marriage?”
“It’s been ruined for years,”