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 Dylan sat in the witness chair inside the hot Korean courtroom, under the
glare of television lights.  Bowing to intense international pressure, the
judge had allowed media into the courtroom, ensuring that every uttered
word was transmitted worldwide in minutes.  No one wanted to miss a beat.

   His was a matter for Korean courts, but, Dylan's being an American
citizen, there was considerable interest -- to say the least -- across the
Pacific Ocean, too.  Cases involving large-scale adulterous sex get that
way.

   The prosecutor cleared his throat, readying himself to question his star
witness.

   "Mr.  Jones," the translator said, repeating the prosecutor's question
in English.  "Please describe to the court how you, a man from America's
Middle West, became a sex slave in Korea."

   The entire courtroom seemed to lean forward.  Dylan looked over at the
defense table and saw his wife sitting there, cameras constantly pointed at
her.  She was beautiful, as always, in fact, incredibly hot.  Her slim legs
were folded beneath the table, clad by only a short skirt, revealing a
pleasant track of hamstring.  He felt his penis twinge, and he was amazed
how it could do that even at a time like this.  She read it in his eyes and
the corner of her mouth curled up.

   "Well," Dylan said, "where do you want me to start?"

   "Why don't you just start at the beginning," the prosecutor said.

   'Well," he said, after a long pause, "I suppose it started when my
father's genes united with my mother's in the womb, and I was endowed with
an incredible penis.  After that, well, things just developed from there."

   Uproar in the courtroom.  The judge gaveled the desk.  Calm eventually
restored itself.

   "Why don't you start from the not-so-distant past," the prosecutor said,
with a small smile.  "About the time you met your wife."

   Dylan nodded and began to talk.  The truth was he wasn't so sure anymore
he wanted to go ahead with it.  He had agreed to testify against his wife
in return for the charges being dropped against him.  But, oh baby, why did
she have to wear that skirt today?  He began to tell his story.

   ***

   Dylan had met his wife at the age of 26, when they were both in graduate
school at the same university.  He looked like a normal guy -- medium
build, fit, sandy brown hair, blue eyes -- but under his pants lurked an
incredible penis.  Fully erect, it could extend a full 8 inches, but its
forte was its wide girth.  When a woman got fucked by Dylan she was fucked
long and wide, which usually translated into a flurry of orgasms.  His real
gift, however, was being able to roll over and do it again within minutes,
sometimes four times in a row.  One happy woman called him an evolutionary
fluke.

   The cherry on top of it all, as far as a good number of women were
concerned, was his passive personality.  He was willing to let his
girlfriends call the shots and order him around as long as he got his penis
wet on a regular basis.  Women loved both aspects.

   The woman who finally nabbed him for good was a perceptive native Korean
hottie named Hee-Young, who spotted him at the university pool one day. 
She had noticed his firm body as soon as he came in, but she noticed from
the way he moved that he seemed to be compensating for some bulk between
his legs.  When he jumped into the water she made sure she was watching
with her goggles, and sure enough, when the cloth of his swimsuit pressed
against his front, she could tell he was very well-equipped.

   She made sure she left the pool at the same time as he did, let him get
a look at her taut, lithe body, and told him that he swam very well.  As
luck would have it he had a serious attraction to Asians, Koreans in
particular.  A couple weeks later, after a couple of dates, Hee-Young found
out firsthand that her surreptitious observation in the pool was was not
mistaken.

   That first night he pulled down his boxers and his cock uncoiled, and
she gasped.  It took three minutes to finally work his cock into her pussy,
but it was worth it.  He fucked her for 25 minutes straight before his cock
went off like a jackhammer in her pussy, bringing her to a screaming orgasm
that had no equal.  That just led to another fuck, and another, and
another. Hee-Young had a prolific libido and she fucked him religiously
over the next year until he finally proposed marriage.  She, of course,
said yes.

   For the first year of marriage things went as usual, with him fucking
her an average of 10 times a week.  But something had changed.  Hee-Young
was doing it out of more than just passion.  She was in school for library
science or some nonsense like that, but at heart she was a cunning
businesswoman who could spot opportunity before her conscious mind even
pieced together how to take advantage of it.  And in Dylan she sensed
something big.

   She thought and pondered, trying to finally grasp what her subconscious
was hinting at.  Finally one night as Dylan unloaded yet another masive
load of cum into her vagina it came to her what she had to do.  She was so
excited that she rolled him over, mounted him and moaned in ecstasy as he
thrust his cock again into her snatch.  They hadn't done a double dip for
months.  In the aftermath she asked him if they could move to Korea, so she
could be closer to family.  With no job prospects, and without even any
proficiency in the Korean language, Dylan passively agreed.  The first step
of Hee-Young's plan was complete.

   In a couple months they made the trip to Korea.  As soon as they landed
she found a job, so as to pay the bills until her plan started working, and
the real money started flowing.  She started introducing herself into
various social circles of young housewives.  As much as she could she
talked to them about their husbands, and Dylan.

   It was easier to get the young housewives to talk about their sex lives
than Hee-Young expected, and she grew so excited about her plan that she
could hardly sleep.  The women she met were generally frustrated about sex.
They had unresponsive husbands, cheating husbands, etc., and, hence, deep
regrets about the marriage with no way out.  That's the way Korea worked.
And a little known fact about Korean housewives was that they could never
get enough sex.  Neither, Hee-Young knew, could Dylan.

   Hee-Young took a liking to one woman she met, named Eun-Sun, who had
been keeping count how long it had been since her husband touched her. 
When Hee-Young met her it was 43 days.  Eun-Sun was a passionate and very
attractive, a little shorter than Hee-Young, but with a sexy figure and big
breasts for a Korean.  Eun-Sun was afraid her husband was cheating, but
Hee-Young suspected the lack of sex was bothering Eun-Sun more than the
affair.  They met alone one day over lunch.

   "So," Hee-Young said after the chit chat ended.  "How are things with
your husband?"

   Eun-Sun rolled her eyes.  "The same," she said.  "It was our anniversary
last week.  I got new lingerie and everything, but when I came to bed that
night he said he had to get up early the next day.  Rolled over and went to
sleep.  Fifty-five days now."

   Eun-Sun wiped away a tear.  Hee-Young smiled empathetically and put a
hand on her shoulder.  "You're so attractive, Eun-Sun-ah," she said.  "I
think he must be cheating.  How else could a man resist you?"

   "You're just saying that to be nice," Eun-Sun said.

   "No, I'm not," Hee-Young said.  "I see how men look at you.  Take that
fine-looking waiter here.  I'll bet if you slipped him your number he'd
call you tonight."

   "Hee-Young-ee!" Eun-Sun said, with a playful smile.  "Stop."

   Hee-Young arched her eyebrow.  "You've got a universal look on top of
it," she said.  "Lucky girl.  You're attractive to all men.  Yellow, black,
white.  Dylan notices you.  I've seen him look at you."

   "Oh," Eun-Sun said, her hand going to her mouth.  "Hee-Young-ee, I never
meant to..."

   "Oh, shush," Hee-Young said.  "I know you didn't.  But you know how men
are.  They look.  They fantasize."

   "You're making me embarrassed!"

   "Why?" Hee-Young said.  "I'm just pointing out that men find you
extremely attractive.  You need to hear that."

   Eun-Sun looked down, pleased.  In a moment Eun-Sun turned the
conversation back to the topic of Dylan, as Hee-Young suspected she would.
She hadn't missed it when Eun-Sun caste a few glances at Dylan, either,
when they met, although she didn't mention it.

   Hee-Young also wasn't blind to the hushed exchanges among housewives
going on behind her back.  The big question they had, of course, was what
it was like to be married to a westerner, and, more specifically, how big
Dylan's cock was.  No one had the courage to come out and ask her.

   "You must be very happy with that," Eun-Sun said.  "The sex life, I
mean. I've heard that westerners are very interested in it."

   "That?  Oh, of course," Hee-Young said.  "He's more than I can handle
alone." She held her index fingers apart to indicate how long his dick was.
Eun-Sun's eyes went wide.

   "You're serious?" She said.  Hee-Young nodded.  Her disclosure of
Dylan's cock size was no whim.  On the contrary, it was a calculation she
had made.  She waited as the seed took root.  Eun-Sun leaned forward a
little bit, interested in hearing more, signaling that the seed indeed had
taken root.  It was time for Hee-Young to play her card.

   "I wish I had a little bit of your problem," Hee-Young said.  "Just a
little.  Dylan wears me out.  We have sex constantly but still he wants
more.  I'm at my limit.  I worry that he gets frustrated.  He's more than I
can handle alone."

   'Alone?" Eun-Sun said, laughing.  "What, are you thinking about bringing
in extra help?"

   Hee-Young made eye contact with her.  "Perhaps," Hee-Young said, "YOU
would like to be my extra help."

   Eun-Sun laughed but Hee-Young held a straight face.  She stared at
Eun-Sun and raised an eyebrow.  Eun-Sun's hand went up to her mouth.

   "Hee-Young-ee," she whispered.  "You can't be serious."

   Hee-Young set down her teacup.  She heard surprise in Eun-Sun's voice,
but not outrage.  In fact she thought she sensed a little excitement.

   "I'm serious," Hee-Young said.  "You wonder about western men, don't
you? Don't you wonder what Dylan would be like?  In bed?"

   "Oh!" Eun-Sun said, her eyes wide.  Then she snorted.  "Oh, you're
kidding.  You have such a wicked sense of humor!  If Dylan-ee could hear
you now.  I'm so gullible sometimes."

   "I mean it," Hee-Young said.  "We have two frustrated people.  You and
my husband.  If you could serve as each other's...  outlet...  I think it
would be beneficial for you, him and me."

   Eun-Sun's laugh left her face.  "My goodness," she said.  "You ARE
serious."

   "Think about it," Hee-Young said.  "Your situation is not going to get
any better.  You're not getting any younger.  Your body can give you such
pleasure right now.  And yet it's slowly going to waste."

   Eun-Sun shifted awkwardly in her seat.  She glanced around to be sure
she didn't know anyone.  "I don't know what to say..."

   "Say what you feel, Eun-Sun-ee," Hee-Young said.  "This would be like,
well, those little dildos you buy that no one finds out about.  Only much,
much better."

   "It's different," Eun-Sun said.  "I don't worry about ruining my
marriage.  It already is.  But yours--"

   "Nonsense," Hee-Young said.  "You'll be saving it.  I'll look the other
way so Dylan thinks he's getting away with it.  It'll thrill him.  And
he'll feel guilty and treat me like royalty.  I know him.  He will.  And I
won't have to worry about him going out and bringing home some STD from an
alley hooker somewhere."

   Hee-Young sipped her tea and looked at Eun-Sun.  "And you, meanwhile,
well, let's just say that Dylan will ring your bell like it hasn't been
rung.  I guarantee it," she said with a slow wink.

   Eun-Sun looked out the window quickly, calculating the risks and
benefits.  Hee-Young pressed on.

   "It'll be discreet," Hee-Young said.  "I of course won't say anything,
and neither will he.  Even if he wanted to he knows no Korean." The women
laughed.  Eun-Sun seemed in a good mood.

   "So..." Hee-Young said.  "What do you think?"

   Eun-Sun looked at her.  "This is all very unexpected."

   "The good things are, honey."

   Eun-Sun smiled slightly.  "I'll think about it."

   "Of course," Hee-Young said, "I don't expect you to say yes right away.
Here's what I'll do.  I'll let you think about it for couple of weeks. 
Then one day I'll call, chat, and then say, 'I have to go.  My water is
boiling,' and all you have to do is come over.  If you don't want to, or
you can't -- and don't you dare come over when you might get pregnant --
just say, 'I'm not in the mood for tea today.' Okay?"

   Eun-Sun nodded.

   "Good," Hee-Young said.  "When you come over you'll find him alone, and
you'll have to initiate things, which I'm sure you'll do quite adequately.
I assume you have a clear schedule on most days?"

   Eun-Sun shrugged.  "He's at work all the time.  Most evenings are free
too."

   "Very well.  I'll call soon," Hee-Young said.  "I do hope you'll think
about it."

   Eun-Sun looked at her and smiled.  Of course she will, Hee-Young
thought. Like any decent Korean woman, she can't just say yes to something
like this.  That's why Hee-Young was making it easy for her.

   Two weeks later, before she went to work, Hee-Young called Eun-Sun. 
They talked about a few things, then Hee-Young said, "I have to go.  My
water is boiling."

   There was a pause on the other end.  "Mine is boiling too," Eun-Sun
said.

   ***

   Dylan watched Hee-Young hang up the phone and gulp down the last of her
tea.

   "Well," she said, "I'm off to work.  Try to do that laundry if you get a
chance."

   "Oh, I'll get a chance," he said, staring at the television.  "I haven't
got anything else going on today."

   "Good.  Oh, and by the way," Hee-Young said, "Do you remember Eun-Sun?"

   Of course he did.  She was the hot number he met at a dinner party a
couple months before.  But he made a big show out of trying to recall her
face.

   "I think so..." he said.

   "She's coming by today to pick up a book.  Try not to drool over her too
much," Hee-Young said.  "Wives complain to her all the time that their
husbands are thinking about her too much."

   "Well, I'll try not to drool," he said.  They laughed, and she left.

   An hour later the doorbell rang.  Dylan went to the door and looked out
the peephole.  He saw Eun-Sun standing there in a whispy summer dress, her
hair back.  Her face was cute; her body was dynamite.  Yes, he thought,
wives have every reason to complain about her.  Dylan let her in.

   "Ahn-yo-ha-say-yoh," he said, greeting her in Korean.  She smiled and
bowed to him, returning the greeting.  Dylan stammered.  He was nearing
limits of his Korean.

   'Come in," he said, waving her inside.  She came in and flipped off her
sandals.  She stood there inside the entryway and looked at him primly.

   "You're here for the book?" He said, using his hands to draw the outline
of a book.  "Check?" He said, using the Korean word.

   "Ah, yes, check," she said.

   "Which one?"

   She looked at him blankly.  Dylan sighed.  Hee-Young hadn't told him
which book she had come for.  He held up a finger and went for the phone.
He called Hee-Young.  She didn't pick up.  He tried again, and she still
didn't pick up.

   "Alright, maybe she has it on the dresser or something," Dylan said, as
if Eun-Sun could understand.  "I'll go look.  Do you want some tea?"

   He pointed at the teapot.  She smiled and nodded.  He pulled out her
chair for her at the kitchen table and she sat down, folding her legs under
her yellow dress.  He caught a whiff of her perfume and a little flutter
went through his belly.  His wife wasn't due home for another 8 hours. 
Conceivably...  He pushed the thought aside as he poured her tea and gave
it to her.  Hee-Young had cut back on sex the past couple of weeks and
strange thoughts were entering his head.

   Eun-Sun drank from her cup and made eye contact with him over the lip as
she sipped.

   "Um..." she said, "You...  too?" She pointed at the teapot.

   "Oh, sure," he said, and went to the teapot and poured himself a cup. 
He sat across the little table from her, unsure of what they'd talk about.

   "It's good to see you again," he said.  She smiled uncertainly.

   "Nice...  to see...  you," he said.  Her eyes lit up and she blushed. 
Jeez, Dylan thought, what did she think he said?  He hoped she had't
misinterpreted.  That was how rumors started.  Though he wouldn't find much
shame being known as the guy who screwed Eun-Sun.  Her skin was beautiful.
Her eyes lively.

   "You...  very...  nice," Eun-Sun said.  Dylan presumed she meant it
innocently, but her eyes twinkled just a bit when she said it.  He smiled
and said thank you.  It was then that her bare foot swung up and rested on
chair, pressing against the inside of his bare thigh.

   Dylan didn't move.  He waited for her to realize her mistake but she
didn't seem to think it was a mistake.  They sat there stealing glances and
little grins at each other until he finished his tea, then reached down and
grabbed her calf.  Her eyes widened just a bit.  He felt her smooth flesh
under his hand.  She smiled at his touch.  Then he set her foot on the
floor.

   "I have to get the book," he said.  "I think it's in the bedroom."

   He walked to the bedroom, eyeing the bookshelf.  He wondered what was
going on.  What was next?

   He jumped as her hand fell on his shoulder.  He turned and she was there
in the bedroom, smiling slightly.  He stood.  She reached a hand
tentatively and put it on his chest.

   "I...  no...  want...  book," she said.  "I want you."

   The frustration bubbled over for Dylan.  He could hardly believe the
morning's turn of events, from sexual desolation to having one of the
hottest women he'd met in Korea in his bedroom, throwing herself at him. 
He took her in his arms and they kissed deeply, both of them eager and
lonely.  She virtually sprung out of her dress, and he out of his clothes,
except for his boxers.  Her body was incredible and firm.  She let him feel
her nice-sized breasts before she took his hand and led him to the bed,
where she reclined, naked.  She eyed his boxers.

   "Off," she said, with a giggle.  It was a moment Dylan weighed.  He was
afraid he would scare her off with his cock.  He was unusually well-hung.
She might think he was too big to fit in her pussy comfortably.  Well, he
thought, if he kept them on he definitely wasn't going to get anywhere.  So
he pulled down his boxers, and her mouth dropped.

   Eun-Sun showed no sign of running, however.  In fact one of her hands
dropped to her pussy and kneaded it unconsciously as she watched his penis
twitch to life.  Dylan slowly climbed onto his marital bed, this new woman
supine beneath him.  She reached a hand and touched his cock tentatively,
as if confirming that his penis was real.  As she stroked him her eyes fell
shut, and she smiled.

   She stroked him until his breaths came in ragged wheezes, and then, as
he came, she cupped her palm over the head of his cock to see how
powerfully he orgasmed.  Hot semen spurted into her hand, burst after
burst, filling her palm and falling on the sheets.

   He knelt down, kissing along her thigh until he reached her vagina, and
then he kissed her there.  She gasped at the raw nakedness of it, the
absolute surrender of her pussy to him.  His tongue danced over her clit.
After she orgasmed, squeezing his head between her thighs, she looked down
and saw that he was long and hard again.

   "I want you fuck me," she whispered.

   Dylan leaned over her and kissed her belly, breasts, her neck, her
mouth, her ears.  Eun-Sun spread her legs wide, hardly able to believe he
was ready to fuck.  Her husband would be done for a month by now.  She
guided Dylan's cock to her crotch.

   He began to churn his hips into hers.  At first they were kept at bay by
her tight vagina's inadmission of his penis, but they kept working at it
and gradually, centimeter by centimeter, his rod worked itself between her
hips.  After a good five minutes his penis was fully embedded in her pussy.
He began to rock his hips, grinding them into hers.  She moaned fiercely as
his shaft surged inside her.

   "Dylan-ee," she moaned.  "You so good, baby, you soooo good."

   "You're so tight," he murmured, feeling his penis squeezed by her hot
snatch.  Her eager pussy was gushing lubricant, however, and he slid easily
after the first minute, his penis extending long along the full length of
her vagina.  Her breasts bobbed up and down with the effort and she clung
to his shoulders.  The bed squeaked and knocked the wall in time with their
groans.

   Midday fucks were sweet visually because of the natural light, and he
watched her tremendous body squirm and arch under him as he fucked her.  By
the time 10 minutes had passed she had come three times, as he could tell
by her quaking pussy and impassioned cries, and by the 15-minute mark she
came twice more.  He rose to his knees, grabbed her hips in his hands,
lifted them, and pulled her to him, probing new depths of her vagina with
his swollen cock.  She cried out in ecstasy.

   She commanded him to do something in Korean.  He couldn't tell what, but
from the urgent tone he figured she wanted him to come.  So he picked up
his pace, grinding his rod into the hot snatch, and he felt a growing itch
in his loins.  He plopped her hips back to the mattress and laid on top of
her, his ass bobbing high in the air as his penis thrust again and again.

   "I'm gonna come..." He moaned.

   "YES!" She moaned back.

   When he came she came, too, and they thrashed into each other, her hips
bucking wildly into him.  He released pulse after pulse of semen into her
pussy.  It was only then that he wondered if he might get her pregnant. 
Then he almost laughed at himself.  Of course she was being safe.  There
would be no mistake what she'd been up to if she ended up pregnant with a
bi-racial baby.

   Afterward they laid there for a while.  She kissed him tenderly and
whispered things in Korean.  Finally she got up to go.  She dressed, went
out, grabbed the book that Hee-Young had placed on a table near the door,
and left, waggling her fingers at him as she went, a bounce in her step.

   Dylan laid there for a while, a smile on his face.  After a while he got
up, ate lunch, and did the laundry.  He washed the sheets twice.  No sense
taking a chance at discovery, he thought.  Who knew when Eun-Sun would be
back?  He hoped it was soon.  He felt a little guilty, but he also felt
better than he had in a long time.  Who knew?  He might come to enjoy
Korea.

   ***

   That night Hee-Young came home to find Dylan asleep on the couch in
front of the television.  Dinner was ready and sitting on the stove. 
Hee-Young hadn't heard from Eun-Sun how things went, so Hee-Young thought
she'd run her own little test to see if it went as planned.  She stripped
naked and went to Dylan.  She unzipped his fly and reached in, and grabbed
his cock.  His eyes flew open.

   "I'm home," she said, with a smile.

   The sex was incredible.  He took her right there on the couch, hoisting
her knees onto his shoulders for maximum access to her cunt, and he drove
his cock deeper than ever, without thought paid to her comfort.  And she
loved it.  Their naked bodies strained against each other.  When Dylan came
his cock throbbed madly, pumping load after load of semen into her pussy.

   Her orgasm was, of course, fantastic, but afterward Hee-Young was
slightly subdued.  There was no way that Dylan could have done that to her
if he had fucked Eun-Sun just a few hours before, she thought.  She
concluded that for some reason Eun-Sun had failed to seduce him.  Maybe she
had second thoughts, or maybe he wanted to but hadn't out of guilt.  That
would explain why he had fucked her with such force.  He was venting
frustration.

   That night after Dylan went to bed Hee-Young walked to the study.  She
went into the closet and dislodged a secret panel that a security guy she
hired had installed in the wall a few days before.  She pulled a video tape
from the housing and walked to the TV.  May as well see what went wrong,
she thought.

   Hee-Young popped in the tape and immediately the split image of the
living room and bedroom came up on the screen.  The security guy had
installed the cameras at a bargain rate.  It was amazing what you could get
men to do by just hinting that maybe you were interested in them, Hee-Young
thought.

   She saw Eun-Sun come in wearing a cute dress.  So she had arrived!  How
could Dylan refuse that?  She watched them talk awkwardly, and then he got
her tea.  So far, so good.  What happened?  Then her foot found his leg. 
He didn't move it.  So where did things go wrong?

   They moved to the bedroom.  She watched the proceedings in silence,
realizing that Dylan had gone ahead with it after all.  Eun-Sun had a
beautiful body.  Dylan's body was great, too, she saw as she watched then
grapple with each other, united by his thrusting cock at ther hips. 
Eun-Sun writhed and arched under her husband.  When they came Hee-Young
did, too, her hand rubbing her clit furiously in time with the tape.

   After a moment she got up and removed the tape.  She smiled.  So she was
wrong.  She had underestimated Dylan.  He had no problem fucking other
women in secret.  Which was -- as far as she was concerned -- perfect.

   She met Eun-Sun at the same spot for lunch two months later.  By then
the woman had been over to see Dylan eight times, and she looked rosier and
happier for it.  She was relaxed.  Her nails weren't bitten anymore.  When
Hee-Young called to ask her out for tea, Eun-Sun immediately agreed.  They
met on an afternoon.

   "How are things working out with Dylan?" Hee-Young said pleasantly.

   Eun-Sun blushed and looked away with a smile.  "I...  well...  very
embarrassing...."

   "That good, huh?" Hee-Young said.  "Don't be shy about it.  He's a happy
man these days, I can tell you that."

   "Really?" Eun-Sun said, looking up.  Then she looked away.  "Well, good.
I guess it's good for everyone.  For you too?  I hope?"

   Hee-Young smiled.  "For me too.  Don't worry about that.  You're still
welcome to my husband.  That's not why I asked you here.  But that said,
circumstances have changed a bit."

   "Oh?"

   "Dylan and I have fallen on some hard times.  I need him to start
bringing in some money."

   "Oh," Eun-Sun said, visibly relieved.  "Well, don't worry, I can do this
whenever.  I could even sneak out when my husband is sleeping.  That way
Dylan could get a job--"

   "You don't understand," Hee-Young said.  "I need to ask you a favor."

   "What kind of favor?"

   "You know a lot of young housewives, like yourself.  Pretty ones,"
Hee-Young said.  "I want you to tell them about your affair with Dylan."

   "Oh Hee-Young-ee!" Eun-Sun said, her face flushing.  "I can't!"

   "You can, and you will," Hee-Young said, her smile not dropping a bit.

   "Why?  My husband will find out!"

   "He won't," Hee-Young said.  "Because you'll mention it only to your
close friends.  The ones you absolutely trust.  The ones who would share in
your misery if your husband found out."

   "Oh, I don't know," Eun-Sun moaned.  "I can't, I mean, why do you want
to do this?"

   "I'm going to make Dylan available to the...  public.  And the best form
of advertising is word of mouth."

   "What?  I don't understand," Eun-Sun said.

   "I'm going to let desperate housewives like yourself have sex with him.
As a kind of public service.  And for a little compensation, of course,"
Hee-Young said, sipping her tea.

   "My God," Eun-Sun said, her jaw dropping.  "You're going to turn him
into a prostitute!"

   "Don't worry, Eun-Sun-ee," Hee-Young said.  "You will always fuck my
husband at no charge, in reward for your service as a kind of test pilot
for my business.  I know he's capable of doing this, thanks in part to
your...  enthusiastic hard work."

   "I can't allow this," Eun-Sun said, resolutely.  "I...  I...  It's hard
for me to say this but I have to.  When I leave him, it's hard enough for
me to leave him for you.  I'm sorry, Hee-Young-ee.  But you had to have
seen this was possible.  I love him.  You won't get any help from me.  I
have to stop this!  Oh, God!"

   "You don't love him.  You don't even know him," Hee-Young said.  "Don't
be delusional.  You love having his enormous penis stuck between your legs.
You don't really love him."

   "Oh, you're wrong!" Eun-Sun said, her voice rising before she brought it
back down.  She wiped away a tear.  "I have been learning English on the
computer.  We've been talking more.  He told me he wants to open an English
school.  He told me about his family.  I do love him."

   "Well, well," Hee-Young said, not yet revealing that she knew all this
already from the tapes.  Hee-Young knew it was likely Eun-Sun did love him.
Eun-Sun's visits were getting longer and longer.  The last time she came
over, a few days before, she had fucked Dylan, talked, ate lunch, talked,
fucked again -- this time on the kitchen floor -- took a nap with him, and
she left a mere half hour before Hee-Young arrived.

   "Whether you want to do this or not," Hee-Young said, "you don't really
have a choice."

   Hee-Young reached into her bag and pulled out a video cassette and
handed it to Eun-Sun.  On the white label it said, 'Eun-Sun and Dylan,
August 4, 2007.' It was the date of their first sexual encounter.

   "I don't think you have any doubt what's on this tape," Hee-Young said.
"But you can take it home to see for yourself if you'd like.  I have
another copy.  And seven others that are very similar."

   She took a sip of tea, watching the bombshell shock spread on Eun-Sun's
face.  Hee-Young continued, her voice ice-cold.

   "If I don't get a subtle inquiry about my husband from one of your
friends within the next two weeks, I will forward the other seven copies to
your husband," Hee-Young said.  "I have obtained his work address, so don't
think you'll be able to stop me from getting them into his hands."

   Eun-Sun's pretty face lost its color.  "You wouldn't!"

   "I would."

   Eun-Sun put her face in her hands.  "Why?  Why?"

   "The money, dear," Hee-Young said.  ""I'm sorry, but times are hard. 
I'm really not a bad person.  I like you.  But your fairy tale love affair
with my husband won't pay the bills.  It's time to pay for what you've
gotten.  I would consider it a bargain if I were you."

   Eun-Sun looked up, her eyes puffy.  "Will I still see him?"

   "Of course, dear."

   "Okay," she said, with a sniff.  "I have no choice.  Tell me what you
want me to do."

   "Whatever necessary," Hee-Young said.  "You initiated things quite well
with my husband.  Approach this task with the same spirit.  Another thing.
I won't allow you to see him again until he sees one of your friends
first."

   Two days later Eun-Sun went to another coffee parlor to meet with her
usual group of friends.  They all sat around, pretty in their dresses and
makeup, drawing longing looks from every male in the room.  As they were
leaving, Eun-Sun waited for a cab with a good friend, Soo-bin.

   "Eun-Sun-ee," Soo-bin said.  "Tell me, what happened to the gloomy you?
You're so...  rosy these days."

   Eun-Sun smiled.  A lump in her throat, she began to speak.  "It is
true," she said.  "Do you remember that new lady, Hee-Young?  And her
American husband?"

   "Of course.  The lucky lady and her dashing husband," Soo-bin said, with
a little giggle.  "Don't tell me he has something to do with this newfound
grin on your face!  Of course he puts a smile on all our faces!"

   When Eun-Sun looked at her, Soo-bin's mouth dropped.  "He does have
something to do with it!" She exclaimed.  'Tell me!  What happened?"

   Eun-Sun looked away.  "It's all kind of strange."

   "What?  What happened?  Did you...  did you..."

   Eun-Sun looked at her and held out her index fingers, showing the length
of Dylan's cock.  Soo-bin's hand flew up to her mouth.

   "You!" Soo-bin cried, giving her a playful push.  "I never thougth you
could do such a thing!"

   Eun-Sun smiled.  "It happened.  We were discovered," she said.  "By
Hee-Young.  And the strange thing is, Soo-bin-ee, is that, well, she likes
it."

   A week later the phone rang in Hee-Young's apartment.  She picked it up
and heard a new voice.

   "Hee-young-ee," said the voice.  "You may not remember me.  My name is
Soo-bin.  We met at a party a few weeks ago."

   "Of course!" Hee-Young said.  "To what do I owe this phone call?"

   "Well," Soo-bin said, stammering a bit, "I'd like to come over and ask
you about America.  We're thinking about taking a trip there.  You would
know about it."

   "Of course," Hee-Young said, smiling.  "You can meet my husband, too. 
Do you remember him?"

   "Of course!" Soo-bin said.

   "He's very nice, once you get past the language barrier," Hee-Young
said, truthfully.

   ***

   Dylan was unaware of all the goings-on behind his back.  All he knew was
that he had a very nice thing going with Eun-Sun.  She seemed to know when
Hee-Young was gone -- he reasoned that she had a close apartment from where
she could observe their comings and goings --.  and she was a wildcat in
bed.  He'd even begun to care for her a bit.  He worried about that.  But
it was exciting as hell nonetheless because he was getting away with it.

   His surprise doubled one morning when he heard the doorbell and went to
the door in his bathrobe, expecting to see Eun-Sun.  Instead saw a woman he
only vaguely remembered, also from the party.  She was tall and elegant. 
She scanned him with her eyes and smiled.

   She said her name -- Soo-bin -- and explained in crude English that she
was there to pick up some recipes.  Again, Dylan couldn't reach Hee-Young
on her cell phone.  He offered Soo-bin some tea.  She accepted.  He started
to have a vague suspicion.  After a while he went into the pantry to look
for the recipes.  A hand fell on his shoulder, and he turned to see
Soo-bin.

   She thrust her mouth onto his and he gave in completely, casting aside
thoughts of Hee-Young and Eun-Sun both.  She leaped into his arms and he
carried her toward the bedroom but they didn't make it past the couch.  He
untied his bathrobe as she pulled down her pants and panties, and she
reclined on the cushions.  Even partially clothed he mounted her, and she
moaned with excitment when his enormous penis poked out from under his
robe.

   She grabbed it eagerly and pulled it against her crotch with desperate
hunger until it penetrated her hot pussy.  Soo-bin cried out like an animal
when it did.  She wanted it fast and hard, and that's how Dylan gave it to
her, rocking the couch against the wall, her hands clawing and slapping at
him, her pretty face screwed up in a knot, until his seed exploded inside
her, drawing a hand-clenching, pussy-pulsing orgasm from deep inside her.

   No sooner had they stopped quaking Soo-bin checked her watch, kissed
him, pushed him back -- his erect cock, still a rock, slid out with a pop
-- and she dressed and dashed out.  Dylan shut the door and stared at it. A
mere 20 minutes had passed since she knocked on the door.  What was going
on?  Unease crept through him.  Yes, it was nice to be seduced by random
Korean women, but if word had somehow gotten out that he could be easily
seduced, he was in trouble.  It wouldn't be long before Hee-Young found
out.

   A couple days later the doorbell rang and it was Eun-Sun.  Dylan led her
to the bedroom, where they tried the doggy-style position for the first
time.  He was about to come when she insisted on mounting him like a horse
and fucking him strong and deep.  He didn't mind.  After he exploded inside
her they laid together.

   "Eun-Sun," he said.  "Have you told anyone about us?"

   She looked away.  "No," she said, simply.  "Why?"

   Dylan looked at the ceiling.  Great, he thought.  Now he had two women
to deceive.  "Just wondering," he said.  He looked back at her.

   "Are you okay?" He said.  "You seem a little quiet."

   "I'm fine," she said.  "Fine."

   ***

   The phone rang at Hee-Young's office.  She picked it up.  It was
Eun-Sun.

   "Who was it?" Eun-Sun said, with no introduction.  Her voice shook with
anger.  "Which of my friends did it?  Which one...  fucked Dylan?"

   "Tsk, tsk," Hee-Young said.  "Why so jealous, woman?  He's not YOURS. 
You watch your tone with me.  I'll cut you off like a strand of hair if you
talk to me like that again."

   ***

   A week later a new woman showed up at Dylan's door.  Her name was In-ju.
She said she had come to borrow one of Hee-Young's dresses.  Dylan led her
to the bedroom to let her look through the closet, and then he left her,
beginning to think that maybe she was legitimately here on innocent
business.

   Then she called for help.  When Dylan went back in to see what she
wanted, In-Ju was stark naked.  Her clothes, he saw, had covered a
tremendous body.

   "Can you help me?" She said, in a cute little Korean accent.  She
stepped forward, untied his robe and went on her knees.  She sucked his
cock, her head bobbing back and forth, until he was on the verge of coming
and then she pulled him down to the floor, where he pushed her back and
thrust his aching rod into her pussy right there on the tiles.  In-Ju was a
quick comer.  He had barely thrust his cock for 15 seconds before she came.
The rest was rocking her hips until he came, to her delight.

   "I never have penis like this before," In-Ju said, beaming, as she held
his giant rod in her hand, stroking it gently.

   Soo-bin returned the following day -- this time they made it to the
bedroom before she got another quickie out of him -- and the day after that
Eun-Sun returned.  She stayed all day and they fucked three times.  After
the last time, in the bathtub, she told him she loved him.  He told her he
loved her.

   "Then come with me!" She said.  "Leave with me!"

   "Eun-Sun," he said, uncertainly.  "It's so complicated."

   "Shhh," she said.  "Think about it." She left 10 minutes before
Hee-Young arrived.

   Three days later a new woman arrived.  She was a lithe, sexy creature
named Sung-Kyung, and she was a slow lover, lolling her head back as she
sat on his cock while he sat on the couch.  She rolled her hips slowly
around in circles, grinding their genitals together, and the effect was
quite astounding.  It took him a good half hour to come but when he did he
was crying out for it.

   "See you next time," Sung-Kyung said, as she left.  Dylan wondered what
she meant.

   Three days later he was fucking In-Ju in the bedroom -- she wanted it
doggie style -- when there was a rapid pounding on the door. 
Panic-stricken, In-ju fled for the closet as Dylan threw on a bathrobe and
went to the door.  It was Eun-Sun.

   "Dylan-ee!" She sobbed.  "I need see you.  Please come with me.  I love
you!  I love you!"

   Dylan looked over his shoulder.  "I...  babe, I can't now."

   "Someone here?" Eun-Sun said, alarmed.  Fortunately, Dylan thought,
In-Ju's English was horrible.

   "I can't talk right now!" He said.  "Please.  Come later.  You always
know when to come.  Please.  Not now." He pointed to the bedroom and lied.
"Hee-Young," he said, in a whisper.

   Eun-Sun's eyes narrowed.  "You think about why I always know when to
come," she said, and stormed off.

   Dylan puzzled over this a moment before he closed the door and went back
to In-Ju.

   "Who that?" In-Ju said.

   "She came to the wrong door," he said, with a shrug.  In-Ju smiled
knowingly.  She didn't care, but he felt guilty.  He did love Eun-Sun.  But
he was 28.  What's a man that age to do?  In a moment he was sinking his
cock deliciously into In-Ju again.  Just as he came she jerked him out and
watched him spray his cum in long, white strands.

   The next evening he went out to dinner with Hee-Young.  He felt odd
spending time with his actual wife instead of one of his growing list of
sex dolls, or Eun-Sun, whom he put in another category.  He wanted to call
her but the odd thing was he didn't have her number or even an address.

   They went to an expensive restaurant and his wife, typically stingy,
hardly batted an eye.  She implored him to eat whatever he wanted.

   "Wow," he said.  "Where'd you get all this money?  From the clerk job?"

   She smiled.  "Been working overtime I guess."

   "You sure that's it?" He said, with a wink and a grin.  It was an inside
joke between them that she'd raise extra money by becoming a hooker.  She
smiled back.

   "No, I'm not a hooker yet," Hee-Young said.  "There's more money in
pimping."

   Two days later another new woman named Im-Sook, a small, bookish yet
pretty lady, showed up.  She wore baggy clothes and looked like a girl
until she undressed, revealing a very adult body.  She planted a hand on
his chest, forced him back onto the bed and fucked him with something like
determination.  She screamed happily when Dylan ejaculated into her snatch,
and Dylan felt like he had conquered the world.  Im-Sook was such a tiny
thing that it had taken a long time to get his enormous cock inside her. 
They had cried out excitedly when he finally did, her little waist
swiveling into his like a door hinge, and it was so stimulating he came in
two minutes.

   That night, as she watched the tape, Hee-Young felt a sense of
accomplishment too.  Im-Sook was different than the others because she
wasn't part of Eun-Sun's circle.  The branches were spreading.  Hee-Young
would invite Im-Sook over free of charge another time or two, and then
she'd use the same blackmail technique that had worked so well on Eun-Sun.

   ***

   Little did she know that Dylan was having a moral crisis, as he
sometimes did.  He was raised well.  Two days later Eun-Sun finally showed
up again -- it had been a while -- and after making up they made love
passionately on the bed, his cock eagerly finding its groove in her pussy.

   "Oh, babe, it's been too long," he moaned, coming in long, shuddering
bursts.

   "Stay in me," she moaned back.  "Stay...  stay..."

   As they laid there together in the aftermath Dylan felt he should come
clean.  The guilt was bothering him.  Either Eun-Sun could be okay with
what was going on, or else she could leave.  Either way he had to end the
guilt.

   "Eun-Sun, baby," he said.  "I know you've told someone about us."

   "No!" She said, her eyes wide.  "I haven't!"

   "Then why am I getting visits from your friends?  Who all expect to fuck
me?"

   Dylan expected his news to have some deep impact on Eun-Sun, but she
hardly seemed surprised at all.  She glanced around the room before leaning
in close to his ear.

   "You can blame that on your wife," she in a barely audible whisper. 
Then she proceeded to tell him the story.

   "Really?  I mean, really?" Dylan kept muttering, but he knew it was the
truth.  Of course.  It made too much sense to be a lie.

   "Now," Eun-Sun said, "will you leave with me?  Do you love me?"

   "I do, babe," he said.  "But I have to check things out first.  This is
complicated.  I told you."

   "Maybe you like this life," she said, accusingly.  "Being sold by your
wife and having sex with lots of women."

   "Nothing could be further from the truth," he lied.  "This puts a cloud
over everything.  Everything.  You took advantage of this too!"

   "I wasn't charged anything!" She protested.  "I did it out of
attraction."

   They parted on uncertain terms.  That night he sat down with Hee-Young
and looked at her.  She looked up, not sure what to make of the look in his
eye.

   "I heard something today," he said to his wife.

   "I thought you just sat around all day."

   "Don't say that," he said.  "You know what I do all day."

   "Really?"

   "Please," he said.  "I know all about it.  I'm your whore.  How much are
you getting paid for my...  services?"

   She dabbed her mouth with a napkin.  "I see Eun-Sun has been talking too
much."

   "Answer my question," he said.  "It doesn't matter where I heard it."

   "Well, the rate depends," Hee-Young said.  "Generally about $100 per
session.  But your rates are going up, I'm happy to say.  You've been very
good."

   "Why didn't you tell me this?"

   "Why didn't you tell me you were cheating?"

   "I wasn't!" He cried.  "You knew all along!"

   "You didn't know that."

   He spluttered.  She smiled at him.

   "Don't get angry.  What's to be angry about?  You're fucking a variety
of women.  They're all attractive.  I screen them beforehand.  I won't be
sending you any uglies."

   "What...  who are these people?  Where do you find them?"

   "All over," Hee-Young said.  "They're housewives.  A single girl can
find sex anytime she wants.  But married women are a different story.  They
need to keep it quiet.  Which is what you're offering them.  Basically
strings-free sex with no chance of their husband finding out.  And it's
GOOD sex.  That's what sells."

   Dylan considered this.  Yes, the work was fantastic, but he was upset at
being kept in the dark.

   "I won't do it!" He cried, not sure he really wanted to say it.  "I'm
done!  You deceived me!"

   She smiled at him.  "Let's think about this first.  Did you know that
your...  income...  was the only reason we could pay the rent last month?
You stop working, Dylan, and we're in the cold.  My shitty job won't pay
for what we've got.  Now, if you keep working things will only get better.
You've still got a lot of time slots available."

   "Time slots?"

   "Yes," she said.  "You were fucking on only three days last week.  We
could have got another three women in, assuming that you get a day off, and
then of course we can do a morning and afternoon shift eventually when
demand is high enough.  Maybe we can toss in the occasional evening job.  I
trust that you can keep up with that kind of schedule?"

   He looked at her, stunned.  "I want out."

   "No you don't."

   "I want...  I want to run away with Eun-Sun.  She loves me.  She doesn't
just see me as a piece of meat."

   "Oh, get off your moral high horse," Hee-Young said.  "You want to be a
piece of meat.  You've been telling me that all along with your actions. 
You wanted me to whip you.  To dominate you.  Plus, no matter how much I
fucked you you were getting tired of the same pussy day after day.  I could
see you looking at women.  You were starting to flirt.  It wouldn't have
been long before you started doing this on your own, but without the
income. If you run off with Eun-Sun it'll happen all over again, but with
her."

   "We love each other," Dylan said, his voice weak.  Hee-Young had spoken
the Truth, plain and simple.

   "You love fucking each other.  I'll give you that."

   He turned and went to the bedroom.  He jerked a suitcase out of the
closet and started throwing clothes inside.  He looked up and saw Hee-Young
standing at the door.

   "Come with me," she said.  He followed her to the study, where she
opened up a chest dresser.  She peeled away a thin layer of folded shirt to
reveal long rows of DVDs.  She pulled one out.  On the surface she had
written with marker: Dylan and Eun-Sun, Oct.  12.  Another one: Dylan and
Sung-Kyung, Nov.  15.  And so on.  He was astounded how many times he'd had
sex in the past three months.

   "So you've got a nice little video collection to remember me by," he
said.  "So?"

   "So if you leave, your family is going to get an exciting package in the
mail.  How does that sound?"

   Dylan's face went red.

   ***

   At this point in Dylan's court testimony the prosecutor stopped him to
play devil's advocate before the defense could spring the question.

   "So you expect us to believe," the prosecutor said, "that you continued
your work as a sex slave because you were afraid of your mother finding
out?"

   "You don't know my family," Dylan said.

   The prosecutor nodded.  "Carry on."

   Dylan did.

   ***

   As promised, Hee-Young followed up on her plan to fill Dylan's time
slots.  Monday, Wednesday and Friday were reserved for repeat customers,
and Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday were for new customers.  Sunday was a
rest day.  Within another month of the confontation he was fucking on every
day, and by New Year's Day he was fucking two women a day.  But one was
missing.

   "When is Eun-Sun coming back?" He asked Hee-Young one day.

   "You silly man," she said.  "You think I'll allow that cagey bitch
within 100 feet of you?  I told her I'll send the full video collection to
her husband if I get so much as a suspicion that she's still coming here.
See how much your love is worth to her?  I so much as threaten to tell her
cheating husband who hasn't kissed her since last summer, and she's gone."

   They bought a new car, refrigerator and washer/dryer.  They ate out four
times a week.  He began pulling some evening shifts, sometimes meeting a
housewife in a dingy hotel and fucking her in one of the rooms.  They
talked about Dylan treating the clients to dinner or a movie, to make a
real date out of it, but the housewives wanted none of that.  They wanted a
good stiff one stuffed between their legs and that was it.

   On his rare time off Dylan would walk downtown and browse through the
stores.  Now and then, in an increasingly frequent event, he'd run across a
client.  She might be alone or with her husband.  If she was alone she
would smile dreamily at him, or, on more than one occasion, lure him to a
hotel, or a bathroom, where he'd happily deliver her a freebie, thrusting
his cock into her as she braced her back against the wall.

   Somehow Hee-Young found out about this practice.  Turns out the women
were starting to learn where he took his walks and they'd go there for
their shopping on the off-chance he showed up.  If he did, the seduction
was ridiculously easy.

   Hee-Young at first thought of threatening to cut them off from Dylan if
it continued, but then she had second thoughts.  She began charging extra
for thse random meetings.  They became so frequent that the question wasn't
a matter of if it happened on his walk, but who it happened with.  If he
lied she could see through it.  He wanted to meet Eun-Sun but she never
showed up.

   At home, the business picked up dramatically.  He lost his day off.  He
started fucking three women a day.  Hee-Young would try to leave the
apartment for his appointments, so the clients could do it wherever they
wanted, but it being so frequent she found herself sometimes watching on
video in the study while Dylan fucked some woman in the bedroom.  To their
surprise, sometimes the women wanted Hee-Young to come in and watch.  A
couple of times they wanted her to join, which she did, for a premium
price.

   Now and then, if someone cancelled, she'd sit down with him and ask if
he was holding up alright.

   "I'm fine," he said.  "I'm confused, but physically, I've never felt
better."

   "Why are you confused?" She'd say.  "It's just business."

   "Doesn't this bother you?" He'd say.

   "Pshaw," she'd say.  "We're moving into a bigger apartment soon, thanks
to your...  labor of love.  I've told you before.  All I care about is the
money.  Who you stick your cock into is no concern of mine, as long as I
benefit from it.  Now get some rest.  Your next appointment is coming in
all the way from Cheong-Ju.  Can you believe that?"

   Hee-Young's video collection grew.  She would sell copies to women who,
for one reason or another, had to cool things off for a while because of
suspicious husbands.  That business venture turned out to be her mistake.
One day a careless housewife left the disc in the DVD player.  Her husband
came home and found it when he turned on the TV.  It had been playing, and
the moment it came on the image of his bare naked wife doing the splits
beneath a very well-hung westerner greeted his eyes.

   Then there was this: He was a police detective.  He brought the tape
into the lab for analysis, ignoring the snickers of the analysts who
recognized his bombshell wife.  They enhanced the image of a piece of mail
on the desk next to the bed.  The detective smiled at last.  He had the
address.

   One day soon after there was a knock at the door.  Dylan opened it,
expecting a new client named Eun-Jee.  It was the police.

   ***

   "Now Mr.  Jones," the defense attorney said, walking up to the witness
chair.  "One thing we've never heard you say, through all this testimony of
how you came to make love to more than 120 housewives, is that you were
held against your will.  Tell me.  Were you really held against your will?"


   "I told you--"

   "You described the moral dilemma any decently raised man in your
situation might face," the attorney said.  "But you never came out and
said, 'My wife held me against my will.' Come on, Mr.  Jones.  That's kind
of a necessary part of being a slave, don't you think?  You can't leave. 
So tell me.  Were you forced to make love to all these women?  Or did you
think it was a nice little job, and you agreed to testify because the
police threatened you with jail time?"

   Dylan looked at Hee-Young.  The courtroom was still.  The prosecutor's
eyes started to widen.  They had rehearsed this question, and Dylan was
equipped with a comeback.  But he was looking at Hee-Young now.  She had
angled her chair around and her legs were partly spread.  She smiled at
him.

   "I guess that," he said, finally, "I guess no one held a gun to my
head."

   Shocked cries in the courtroom.

   "So you werent' a sex slave?" The attorney said, hardly believing his
luck.  Dylan looked at Hee-Young.  She winked at him.  He couldn't resist.

   "I guess not."

   "Your honor!" The attorney yelled over the cries of the prosecutor.  "I
move to have this case dismissed!"

   It was.  Afterward, the prosecutor, enraged, ordered the police to
arrest Dylan for prostitution.  They grabbed him before he left the
courtroom and led him roughly out the doors.  Outside, he saw Hee-Young
looking at him.  He begged the police to stop for a moment, and when they
did, she started walking toward him.

   "Dylan, my love," she said.  "Always my love."

   He had been in prison for two months before the authorities allowed his
first conjugal visit.

   "I'll be there," Hee-Young said over the phone.

   When the day came, however, it wasn't Hee-Young who arrived but the last
client he was supposed to have, Eun-Jee.  She smiled triumphantly as the
door to their little room closed, and she wriggled out of her pants. 
Dylan, by now sex starved and nearly out of his mind with hormones after
his lifestyle the past half year, fucked her on the thin mattress.  She
watched him, astonished at his drive.  His penis slipped into her fully,
stopped only by his massive balls.  When he came he did so ferociously that
his cock hurt.

   Later, he talked to Hee-Young on the phone.

   "How did you get her into here?" He said.  "Conjugal visits are for
spouses only."

   "Money talks," Hee-Young said.  "I bribed a few people.  Don't worry.  I
got it all back.  Can you imagine the rate I charged for the first crack at
you in two months?  After you were so full of hormones you could barely see
straight?  Yes, the conjugal rates are going to get us rich before you get
out.  I think we'll move to the coast.  Get a nice place looking over the
water.  Would you like that?"

   "Yes," he said.

   His term was six months.  Each month brought a new woman, whom he fucked
like an animal and sent away aglow.  Then, on the last month, the door
opened and there was Eun-Sun.

   "I saved money for you," she said.  "Hee-Young let me come.  She had a
change of heart."

   Dylan undressed her slowly, breathing shallowly.  He apologized
profusely, then stuck his head between her legs.  She clawed at his scalp
as he made her come.  Then he mounted her smooth body and thrust his cock
inside her hot pussy, the memories coming back.  He arched his back and
fucked, and fucked.

   Later the guards who allowed this scheme would be fired for taking
bribes in the form of money.  The one who allowed Eun-Sun inside without
checking her purse would face criminal charges.  As for Eun-Sun, they
estimated her time of death to be roughly 10 minutes after Dylan's, who
died when she plunged a kitchen knife into his back while he came inside
her.  Then she slit her wrists and held him until they were both dead.

   The police went to inform Hee-Young of Dylan's death, but there wasn't
any need.  They knew it the moment they had to break the door down, and saw
the glass broken by the balcony, Hee-Young's shoe resting on the railing.
She had fallen into a garden, 15 stories below.  The autopsy showed signs
of a struggle, with Eun-Sun's DNA under her fingernails.