The days following Tae’s cookie delivery turned into a torturous game of cat and mouse, with Tae as the eager, dripping-wet prey and Kook as the predator lurking just beyond the fence. Her sexual frustration had hit a boiling point—every waking moment filled with throbbing need, her fat pink pussy constantly slick and aching for something, anything, to fill it. Junho tried his best; he’d pull her into bed during his lunch breaks, his hands groping her big tits clumsily, but his cock would twitch half-heartedly before going limp. “I’m sorry, baby,” he’d murmur, kissing her pink lips softly. “You know I adore you. You’re the sexiest woman alive.” And she did know—he worshipped her, his eyes still lighting up at her curves—but it wasn’t enough. Tae craved rough, animalistic fucking, the kind that left bruises and made her scream. Instead, she was left humping her pillow at night, whispering filthy fantasies about the muscled hunk next door.

To cope—or maybe to tease herself further—Tae amped up her slutty displays. She’d prance around the backyard in outfits that screamed “fuck me.” One afternoon, she “gardened” in a tiny bikini top that barely contained her heavy boobs, the strings digging into her white skin, nipples hard and poking through the thin fabric like cherries on a sundae. Her bottoms? A thong so skimpy it vanished between her fat ass cheeks, leaving her juicy globes fully exposed as she bent over to pull weeds, ass jiggling invitingly. She knew Kook was watching from his window—he always was, that cocky smirk visible even from afar. She’d glance over, biting her lip, and wave innocently, her tits bouncing with the motion. “Look at you, you dirty girl,” she’d mutter to herself, feeling her pussy clench. “Parading like a whore for the neighbor while your husband’s inside working.”

Junho noticed the new neighbor eventually. Over dinner one night—him propped up at the table, her in a sheer tank top with no bra, boobs spilling out—he asked casually, “So, what’s the deal with the guy next door? Saw the moving truck.” Tae’s cheeks flushed, but she played it cool. “Oh, Kook? He’s nice. Brought him cookies to welcome him.” Junho nodded, but his eyes narrowed at her outfit. “You look… good tonight, baby. But maybe tone it down around strangers?” He adored her, sure, but there was a hint of possessiveness in his voice.

That possessiveness came out full force a few evenings later when Kook showed up at their door unannounced, a borrowed tool in hand as an excuse. “Hey, Tae,” he drawled, eyes immediately dropping to her outfit—a cropped hoodie unzipped just enough to show deep cleavage, paired with booty shorts that rode up her ass crack. “Thought I’d return this wrench. Borrowed it from the previous owners, I guess.” His voice was flirty as ever, muscles bulging under his tight shirt, that bulge in his jeans hinting at what he was packing.

Tae invited him in, her pussy tingling at his proximity. “Come meet my husband,” she said sweetly, leading him to the living room where Junho sat on the couch, laptop balanced on his lap. Kook’s eyes widened in surprise—he hadn’t pegged her for married, not with the way she’d flaunted her ass at him. “Junho, this is Jeon Jungkook, our new neighbor. Kook, my hubby Junho.” The introduction was polite, but the air crackled. Kook shook Junho’s hand firmly, his smirk fading into something more respectful, though his eyes kept flicking to Tae’s tits.

As they chatted—small talk about the neighborhood—Junho’s gaze hardened on Tae’s outfit. “Tae, honey, maybe put on a robe or something? You’re practically falling out in front of our guest.” His tone was scolding, but there was love there, mixed with frustration at his own limitations.

Tae just laughed, teasing him right back, leaning over to kiss his cheek, her boobs brushing his arm. “Oh, come on, baby. It’s fine! Kook doesn’t mind, do you?” She winked at Kook, who chuckled lowly, his cock stirring at her boldness. “Not at all. Your wife’s… stunning.” Junho grumbled but let it go, engrossed back in his work email. Kook left soon after, but not before eye-fucking Tae one last time, whispering under his breath as he walked out, “Married, huh? Doesn’t stop you from being a little slut, does it?”

Over the next few days, the tension between Tae and Kook built like a storm ready to break. She’d act like a total whore around the house—lounging by the pool in a string bikini, oiling up her curves slowly, making sure to arch her back so her ass pointed right at his fence. One time, she “accidentally” dropped her sunscreen, bending over with legs spread, thong pulled aside just enough to flash her pink pussy lips. Kook would watch from his yard, pretending to mow the lawn shirtless, his muscled body glistening with sweat, cock hard in his shorts. They’d lock eyes across the fence, smirking, the unspoken promise hanging heavy: I want to fuck you senseless.

But Tae escalated things. Frustrated beyond belief—her fingers and toys no longer cutting it—she started leaving the curtains open. Wide open. First, it was “changing clothes” in the bedroom, stripping slowly in front of the window that faced his house. She’d peel off her top, big tits bouncing free, pinching her nipples while staring right at his dark window, imagining him there. “Look at these fat tits, Kook,” she’d whisper to herself, horny as hell. “Bet you’d suck them until I cum.” Then she’d shimmy out of her skirt, turning to show her ass, spanking it lightly so it jiggled. Naked parades became routine—walking around the guest room nude, touching herself casually, legs parted on the bed as she rubbed her clit, moaning softly.

One evening, it all exploded. Kook had just stepped out of the shower, towel slung low around his hips, water dripping down his chiseled abs. He peeked through his window— the one with a direct view into her guest room, curtains conveniently forgotten again. And there she was: Tae, completely naked on the bed, her porcelain skin flushed pink, legs wide open like a filthy invitation. Her big boobs heaved with each breath, nipples rock-hard peaks. Her hand was buried between her thighs, two fingers plunging into her fat pink pussy, slick sounds audible even in his imagination. She was fingering herself furiously, head thrown back, pink lips parted in ecstasy.

Kook stiffened instantly, his cock tenting the towel, thickening to its full, veiny length. “Fuck,” he growled, dropping the towel without a second thought. His thick cock sprang free—long, girthy, with a bulbous head already leaking pre-cum. He wrapped a hand around it, stroking slowly as he watched her. “You dirty little married slut,” he muttered, voice low and filthy, though she couldn’t hear. “Spreading that fat pussy for me? Bet your husband’s cock can’t even get hard anymore. Look at you, fingering yourself like a desperate whore. I bet you’d beg for my dick, huh? Beg me to stretch that tight hole.”

Tae’s eyes fluttered open, and she saw him—silhouetted in his window, naked and jerking off. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, gushing wetter. She didn’t stop; if anything, she went harder, adding a third finger, stretching herself wide. “Oh god, Kook,” she moaned to herself, voice breathy and slutty. “Look at that thick cock… fuck, it’s so big. Jerk it for me, baby. Imagine it’s my mouth wrapped around it, sucking you deep. My hubby’s right downstairs, working, and here I am, being a nasty slut for you. You like my big tits? Watch me play with them.” She grabbed one heavy boob with her free hand, kneading it roughly, pinching the nipple until it hurt so good, her ass lifting off the bed as she fucked her fingers deeper.

Kook pumped faster, his hand slick with pre-cum, veins bulging on his shaft. “Yeah, play with those fat tits, Tae. Pinch those pink nipples like the whore you are. Your pussy’s so pink and juicy—bet it tastes like heaven. I’d eat you out until you squirt all over my face, then flip you over and pound that jiggling ass. Fuck your husband; he can’t give you what you need. Look at me stroking this cock for you. It’s all yours, slut. Cum for me—show me how wet you get thinking about me breeding that married cunt.”

Tae’s fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars, her thumb rubbing her swollen clit in circles. “Yes, Kook, breed me,” she whimpered filthily, though silent to him. “Fill my pussy with your cum while Junho sleeps. I’m such a bad wife, aren’t I? Parading naked for you, fingering my hole like this. Watch me cum on my fingers—wish it was your thick dick splitting me open. Jerk harder, baby. Shoot that load for my tits. God, I want to swallow it all.” Her boobs bounced as she thrust her hips up, fingers slamming in and out, pussy lips puffed and glistening.

They locked eyes through the windows, mouthing silent dirty words, bodies moving in sync. Kook’s abs tensed, balls tightening as he jerked his cock furiously, the head purple and throbbing. “Take it, you cock-hungry bitch,” he groaned to himself. “I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face in my mind. Fuck, Tae, you’re mine now.”

Tae arched her back, legs shaking, tits jiggling wildly as she pinched her nipple hard. “Cum with me, Kook! Fill me up, you stud. My pussy’s clenching so tight—oh fuck, yes!” Her orgasm hit like a wave, pussy squirting juices over her hand, soaking the sheets. She kept fingering through it, drawing it out, eyes never leaving his.

Kook exploded seconds later, ropes of thick cum shooting from his cock, splattering his window as he milked every drop. “Fuck yes, slut—take my load!” he snarled, stroking until he was spent, cock twitching in his hand.

They both slumped, breathing hard, smirking at each other through the glass—wicked, satisfied grins that promised more. Tae blew him a kiss, licking her fingers clean slowly, while Kook wiped his cum off with his towel, nodding like this isn’t over.