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 Terence thought often how he met his Korean wife, Sung-Kyung.  He was a
graduate student, fresh out of undergrad and a competitive swimming career,
and she had seen him swimming in the pool during open swim and liked what
she saw.  They started off like fire, mating like bunnies, got engaged, and
then married.

   That was three years ago.  It seemed like a long time, for although
Terence had kept his fit and attractive body, it seemed things weren't as
hot as they had once been.  His friends told him it was normal, that it was
the way of all marriages, but he still cared enough to wonder how to stoke
the fire again.

   One day he saw in the college paper -- he was a staffer at a university;
his wife was faculty -- an advertisement tucked in the bottom corner of
Page 10.  It was just a single line of type: Is she the one for you?  And
then a local phone number.  Curious, Terence picked up the phone at lunch
time and dialed.  A woman picked up the phone.

   "Yeah, I saw your ad in the paper today," Terence said.  "I was
wondering if you could help me."

   "Oh?" Said the woman.  "You have a woman on your mind?"

   "Yes," he said.  "My wife.  I'm wondering if we can find the fire that
we lost."

   "I see," said the voice.  "I believe we can help you.  You have to be
willing to try a bit of, say, alternative testing."

   "What do you mean?"

   "You'll see.  Are you interested in the least?"

   "Well, I guess," Terence said.  "I don't see a reason yet to say no."

   "Do you want to find out if your relationship will last?"

   "Of course."

   "Then try us."

   "How much does it cost?" He said.

   "No charge."

   "What?  I thought you said no charge."

   "That's what I said.  We're part of a marital counseling group.  I guess
you could say we're not for profit.  If you so desire you may send us a
donation when you're done.  But it's not necessary."

   "Okay," Terence said.  "Let's see what this is about.  Yes, I'm
interested."

   "Good.  Your name and where you work.  That's all we need for now."

   Terence gave it to her.  They hung up.  That was in March.  By the time
August rolled around he hadn't heard another word from whoever it was, and
he never saw the ad again.  He had long given up hope, glad that he hadn't
given them any information they could use to scam him.  By the start of the
fall semester he had decided to try something else to show his wife he
cared about more than her smoking body: He'd learn her language.

   He still hadn't learned anything more than a few elementary phrases of
her native tongue.  He didn't really need to, as they were living in
Michigan and she spoke English fluently, but it was an obstacle between him
and her non-English-speaking family.  She kept imploring him to learn it,
and he'd promise that he would, but he never got around to it.

   One night Terence had a vision of quietly taking Korean courses for a
year or so without his wife knowing.  Then, one day when her parents
called, he'd surprise everyone and start talking away in Korean.  He smiled
at the thought.  He kept thinking about it.  He liked it.  Why couldn't he
do it?  He put an advertisement on Craig's List giving his phone number at
work.

   The next day his office phone rang.  He picked it up and heard just
about the sweetest voice he'd ever heard.

   "Hello?  Is this the person who want learn Korean?" Said a woman,
slightly accented.

   "Yeah, that's me," Terence said.  "Are you a tutor?"

   "Oh, yes, that's me," she said.  "You want meet me?  I can teach Korean.
My schedule is flexible."

   Terence explained his situation.  She cooed pleasantly at his attempt to
woo his wife.

   "Yes, I think I help you well," the woman said.  "You say you want learn
Korean in a year?  We meet two time a week, Tuesday and Thursday, an hour
each time, you know Korean well in one year.  You surprise them very much!"


   Terence liked her enthusiasm.  They agreed to meet the next day for
lunch in the union so she could explain how she'd do it.  That night he
went home and kissed Sung-Kyung firmly.  He smiled.  She had no idea what
he was up to, and that's how he wanted it.

   Terence waited in the union building the following afternoon.  He
watched every Asian girl he saw walk through the doors.  Every one of them
had somewhere else to go.  Two o'clock came, then it was five after.  Damn,
he thought, she changed her mind.  Her hourly rate really was too good to
believe.

   Then he saw one woman come in, slightly harried and stunningly
beautiful. Her eyes were shaped like almonds, and her yellow-hued skin was
smooth and healthy.  Her face was the typical round Korean face, yet with a
well-shaped, elegant, yet cute nose and a pretty, full mouth.  Her sleek
black hair was pulled back, revealing a long, slim neck.  She was clearly
Korean, but with features a Westerner could well relate to.

   And that was nothing to say of her body.  She wore tight jeans,
revealing fit legs -- not too thin, not too thick -- that molded into a
perfect ass.  Her breasts followed the same pattern, not to big, not too
small, forming little pleasant mounds under her shirt.  Her waist was the
hourglass shape, with the ends her hips and her shoulders.  She moved with
typical short Korean steps, but there was a grace to her as she moved
across the room.

   "I should be so lucky," Terence muttered, and kept looking for his
tutor. Then he noticed the woman looking about, as if searching for
someone. Terence made eye contact with her and he waved tentatively.  She
smiled and waved back.  His stomach flipped.  It was her.

   She gave a little bow at the table and slid her celestial figure into
the booth seat across from him.  Her dark eyes were just as pretty up close
as they were from afar.  She looked about 5'4, maybe mid 20s in age.

   "So," Terence cracked, "you know Korean?"

   She laughed.  "Yes, I know that well.  My English, not so good."

   "Yeah, well, I want to learn Korean, so that's okay," he replied.

   They did the get-to-know-you talk.  She was 26, a graduate student, and
her name was Soo-Bin.  She was single, although she had a boyfriend,
Terence learned when he asked if she was married.  When she talked about
him her mouth twitched a little, as if supressing a laugh.

   "He not so good right now," she said, before changing the subject.

   Terence liked how she described her teaching technique.  He was pretty
sure he followed it, and later that day, as he reflected on the meeting,
he'd tell himself that he was happily married and his decision wasn't
swayed at all by Soo-Bin's stunning appearance.  But deep down he knew
otherwise.  He just was reluctant to admit it.  To him, such an admission
would acknowledge cracks in the marriage.

   Terence began his classes in earnest.  For an hour in the afternoon each
Tuesday and Thursday he'd meet Soo-Bin in the undergrad library, where
they'd seek out a private conference room and she'd spend the first 15
minutes reviewing, then 45 on new material.  The Korean language had been
built logically so it was a quick learn, but the sounds were very foreign.
He spent lots of time watching her mouth form the words.

   There was a mutual attraction there, although both shoved it so far in
the background it hardly was a factor at first.  She shared his irreverent
sense of humor, which came out at the beginning, when they'd chat about
recent news events or something on campus.  On a deeper level, she was
rather sensuous and thoughtful, which he liked, and she liked the same
thing in him.  She liked his earnestness; he liked her flexibility and
devotion.

   Greasing the skids was a physical attraction both had for each other. 
They both came to realize it during small moments of eye contact and smiles
for no particular reason.  It began to weigh more and more on Terence's
mind.  Two months into the lessons he started to feel as if he should tell
his wife about them, for he was developing a guilty feeling, as if things
were a little contraband.

   Two things moved their tutor-student relationship down a new path.  One
was Terence's visit to the foreign languages building as part of his job.
The building was a towering thing, with windows in the stairway overlooking
surrounding houses.  It was a hot day one day and he was climbing the
stairwell when he stopped to look out the windows.  He looked down at a
house and squinted.  Then he looked closer.  There, sunning herself on a
flat part of the roof, was Soo-Bin, dressed in a bikini.  Her skin shined
with sun block.  Her beautiful figure was framed against the blue beach
chair.

   As Terence watched, she rotated, so her perky ass was down but her perky
breasts pointed up.  He smiled to himself.  Suddenly he heard footsteps and
continued up the stairwell.  But he'd think of her a lot, laying there with
her flat belly.  How could he not?  He found himself looking forward to
their appointment, and, for the first time, it wasn't just to learn more
Korean.  And now he had her body in full to think about.  It seemed like it
shouldn't make much difference, but it did.

   The other thing that moved them along was one of her moments.  One day
soon after her sunbathing they met in the library, only to be driven
upstairs by a lack of seats.  They ended up in a hot upper level conference
room in an abandoned floor.  After a while Terence, infused with residual
hormones he had from a dream of Soo-Bin the night before in which he made
love to her in the shower, and driven wild by her scent, decided to go to
the bathroom.

   It was the first time he'd masturbate with Soo-Bin in mind.  The fact
that he'd put it off so long was a feat in itself, and when he came the
semen had such force behind it that the stuff pinged against the urinal.

   One night, at home, Terence's wife found one of Soo-Bin's hairs on his
back.  It must have been on a chair, and he sat on it.  His wife held it
out in the light.

   "That's not mine," she said, analyzing the length.  "It's longer than
mine.  And blacker." She turned, a bemused look on her face, not really
suspicious but wanting an answer.

   "Oh, I was at the library," he said.  "I must have sat on someone's
hair. You know those Koreans.  They're all over the libraries."

   They laughed it off, but deep down Terence was thrilled at the notion of
making up a lie for Soo-Bin, even if it was truly innocent.  The reason, he
realized later, is that his body wanted him to make up a lie for Soo-Bin
for more prurient reasons.  He had lied about her hair, but deep down he
wanted to lie about her perfume smell, her lipstick on his collar, a
scratch on his back, her pubic hair in his underwear.  That night he went
out and, despite the doubts, bought a little necklace and a 'Thank You'
card.  The next time he showed up for his appointment he handed it to
Soo-Bin in a little wrapped box.

   "Terence!" She said, her pretty eyes widening.  "What's this?"

   "An early Christmas present," he said.  "I just wanted to say thank you
for all your help so far.  I'm glad you're my teacher."

   She smiled.  "You shouldn't have," she said, and opened the box.  Her
mouth dropped open.  "Oh, it so pretty!" She said.  "How much...  no, you
shouldn't."

   "No, I want you to have it," he said, thinking that maybe giving jewelry
to another woman was going a little too far.  Then, to his surprise and
delight, she smiled and hooked it around her neck.  He came around and
helped hook it.  The necklace sparkled against her smooth neck.

   "It looks good on you," Terence said.

   "I know," she said.  "Thank you so much.  I just, surprised.  I no
expect this."

   "It was a spur of the moment thing.  I just wanted to show my..."

   But she was already standing up.  She came over and kissed him on the
cheek.  "You no need to explain.  I know enough."

   He breathed in her smell.  Even her smell made him tingle.  She locked
her eyes on his for a moment.  Then they sat back down.  They were about to
start but then she set her pen down.

   "What your wife say?" She said.

   "What?"

   "What your wife say about you giving me necklace?"

   "I, um, well, she doesnt' know," he said.  "I told you I want this to be
a surprise."

   "Oh, she be surprised alright," Soo-Bin said, smiling naughtily.  "She
be very surprised at this.  This be our secret."

   "And your boyfriend?" Terence asked.

   "Oh, he gone," she said, running her hand over her necklace.  "I cannot
concentrate on him much any more.  He get upset, and leave.  I no mind."

   "Can't concentrate on him much anymore," he said.  "That's an
interesting way to put it."

   She stuck her tongue against her cheek.  "I think you know why."

   "Oh?"

   She looked around and got out of her chair.  The upper floor was empty,
as far as they knew.  Soo-Bin walked over, put a hand on his shoulder.  It
had been an unusually warm December day and she was actually wearing a
skirt.  She straddled him.  She threw her arms around his neck and smiled
at him.  Terence was very aware of how her panties were resting on his
cock, albeit their genitalia were separated by three layers of cloth.  She
shifted, grinding her pussy onto him, and her eyes closed partway.

   'This is why," she said, and leaned forward.  They kissed.  He smelled
her sweet smell, tasted her tender lips and tongue.  She kissed him
eagerly, drawing his tongue into her mouth.  His hands wandered to her
sides.  If there was a last moment to stave off this assault on his
fidelity, this was it.  Instead his hands wandered over her, feeling her
slim, firm curves.

   She rocked into him, and through his clothing his penis could feel the
soft spot between her legs where the chords of her groin muscles ended. 
His penis responded in a manly, predictable fashion, twinging to life.  He
cupped her breast suddenly in his hand, kneading it.  Soo-Bin let out a
moan as they kissed.

   His cock grew and grew until it was a hard wedge between them.  Soo-Bin
rocked and rocked her pussy atop it, pulling her kiss away so she could
take deep breaths as the pleasure of rubbing her clit on him waved through
her.  Soo-Bin's breath tickled his ears.  His hand went up her thin shirt,
finding her bra, prying under it.  Her nipple was large and hard.  She
moaned and bit her lip.

   "Oh, Terence," she moaned, and stood up.  Terence watched as she stood
on one leg, reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties, first off
one ankle and then the other.

   'Soo-Bin!" He said, looking around.

   "No one here," she said.  "Unzip those pants.  Let's let that big thing
of yours out of his cage."

   Terence couldn't do it fast enough.  He unzipped his shorts and opened
the fold in his boxers, allowing his engorged penis to erupt out of the
cloth, pulsing and aiming for the ceiling.  Soo-Bin smiled and straddled
him again, and this time the head of his cock found that soft spot, and she
rocked her hips gently into him again and again, until his penis gradually
penetrated.  With each inch it went she moaned deeper and deeper, until
finally her ass cheeks rested atop his testicles.  He was fully inside her.


   "Come on," she moaned, rocking her hips, feeling his manhood throb up
and down her pussy.  "Let's do what we wanted to do since we met."

   And with a start Terence realized that he HAD wanted it since day one,
although his conscious mind hadn't admitted it until lately.  But the
desire had been there, in his subconscious, working to get out, working to
get his penis between Soo-Bin's legs for months.  The realization had an
electric effect, and he bobbed his hips into her, making her bounce up and
down like a pogo stick as she sat on his lap.  Moaning, she rolled her head
back, exposing her glorious neck, as her pussy admitted his penis in full.
The thought of doing this to someone he shouldn't be doing it to thrilled
Terence even more.

   In a moment the chair cracked, and they scrambled out of it, laughing,
to avoid it falling apart underneath them.  They looked at each other, then
surveyed the room, looking for a spot to resume the activity.  She smiled
at him.

   "You have to take off your pants," she said.  In a moment he saw why. 
She bent over the table, her legs spread, and hoisted up her dress,
exposing her dripping pussy.  Terence pulled his pants and boxers down with
a jerk, making his cock sway, and then he came up behind her.  His cock
paused briefly, finding its groove again, and then it plunged deep into her
waiting pussy, drawing a passionate cry from Soo-Bin.  As he fucked her
Terence leaned down to kiss her neck and ears.  She grabbed his hands in
front of her and held him close.

   "I love it, I love it," he whispered, his penis throbbing in and out of
her.

   "What your wife say now?" Soo-Bin said.  For some reason the question
turned him on and he drove his penis harder.  As their cries intensified
she pushed him away and swiveled around, sitting on the edge of the table.
She pulled him to her by his shirt, drew his hips to hers, and drew his
cock into her again, and they went down the home stretch.

   "Oh, Terence, yes, Terence, FUCK me, Terence, FUCK me!" She cried, and
he complied.

   "I'm gonna..."

   "DO it," she moaned.  "Oh, COME, baby, COME, come DEEP..."

   He erupted inside her, and immediately he felt her vagina clenching and
unclenching his cock in orgasm.  He kept thrusting his cock into her pussy
until he simply couldn't do it anymore.

   Terence pulled out and looked around.  The floor was still empty. 
Soo-Bin had a flushed, dreamy look on her face.  Semen leaked out of her
pussy, pooled on the table and dripped on the floor.

   "That very nice," she said.  "You come A LOT."

   "I think," he said, "I think my Korean still needs some work.  We better
keep up these lessons."

   She nodded.  "Yes.  And we better make them two hour.  Just in case we
get...  distracted."

   Their indulgence rampaged through the rest of the semester.  The next
time they fucked in the library, on an old couch in the archives, they were
caught, so they began meeting at odd places and times around campus: the
Union, the bookstore, lockerrooms, dorms, where they'd test doors until
they found one unlocked, and then fuck on a stranger's bed or futon.  It
was wild, exciting stuff.  They sought to "Christen" a new building every
time they met, and by December finals they had worked through a dozen
buildings on campus almost undetected -- or at least unidentified.

   Their love affair stretched through Christmas break -- Soo-Bin canceled
a trip home to Korea so they coudl see each other -- and into January, then
February.  It was hot as ever.  Then one day in March Soo-Bin showed up
looking very serious.

   "Terence," she siad.  "I miss my period.  I go to health center.  I'm
pregnant."

   They looked at each other for a long moment.  Terence's mouth twinged,
and then they smiled at each other.  Soo-Bin squealed and threw out her
arms, and they embraced.

   "I want your baby," she whispered into his ear.  He nodded and kissed
her neck.

   But another question weighed on Terence, which was, of course, how the
hell he was going to be a father to Soo-Bin's baby when he was married to
Sung-Kyung.  He kept trying to bring it up with Soo-Bin.

   "Don't worry," she kept saying.  "I work on it.  I work on it.  I'm
thinking."

   Finally one day in April, a month after Soo-Bin told him, she sat down
across from him at the coffee shop after dinner and said, "Let's go tell
your wife about us."

   "What?  Are you crazy?" Terence said.

   "I serious," she said.  She looked at her watch.  "We go now.  Trust me.
Things will work out."

   He looked at her.  She shrugged.  "You want us to work?  Think, now. 
You love me?  You want to have our baby together?  You think, now." People
around them glanced over.

   Terence had thought about it, hard.  The truth, he came to find time and
again, was that he never knew that love could be so intense as it was after
he found Soo-Bin.  And what stunned him was that his love hadn't dissipated
at all, not even after a solid half year of screwing.  Each time was like
the first time.

   "Yes," he said.  "I'm willing to do whatever I need to do, to have you."


   "Then you come," she said.  "You be surprised."

   'Well, my wife is at a meeting tonight," he said.  "She won't be home
until late."

   "I know where her meeting is," Soo-Bin said.

   "We can't do this there!  It's a faculty meeting!"

   "It is, is it?" She said, and raised an eyebrow.

   They got in her car and she drove him across town.  They finally stopped
outside a run-down apartment complex he had never seen before.  Soo-Bin
pulled into a parking space and Terence was surprised to see his wife's car
in one of the spaces.

   "Come with me," Soo-Bin said.  She led him by the hand up the stairs to
apartment 12B.  She dug a key out of her pocket, pressed her finger to the
door, then put a finger to her mouth.  "Shhhh."

   She unlocked the door and went in.  Terence followed.  The first thing
he heard as they entered the darkened apartment was music.  Sinatra.  His
wife's favorite.  Then, behind the music, he heard a steady creaking, along
with some very feminine moans.  It was coming from a half-open door down
the hall.  The room glowed with soft light.

   Soo-Bin led Terence to the door, looked in, then motioned Terence to
look.  He did, and the first thing he saw were the clothes tossed on the
floor.  Then he saw a single bed, flanked by a small lamp, the mattress
sagging under the weight of two naked, tangled forms, man on top, woman on
bottom, her legs wrapped around his ass.  With a start he saw a familiar
mark on her left hip, and for a second he thought, 'She has a birthmark
just like my wife's.' Then he realized it was his wife.

   She was getting absolutely rutted by the man laying between her thighs.
They had come in at the peak of this particular episode, and his cock, in
plain view, plunged in and out of his wife's pussy in long, strong pulls.
His wife clung to the man.

   "Sung-Tae bin," she moaned, and emitted a flurry of Korean Terence
couldn't quite grasp.  Dirty talk.  His ass and back flexed as he rocked
his hips into hers over and over.

   Soo-bin pulled Terence to him.  "Recognize him?" She said.  He shook his
head.  She smiled.

   "My old boyfriend," she said, with a wink.

   Just then his wife and the man reached the finish.  With a collective
cry they came together, and Terence saw jets of semen spray out of his
wife's pussy.  Their fucking subsided, then stopped, and he pulled his
enormous cock from her.  It disengaged with a popping sound.

   Soo-Bin marched into the room.  "I have something to say," she said, and
Terence's wife shrieked.  Her eyes went wide and she shrieked again when
Terence walked in.

   "Terence!" She cried.  "It's not...  it's not what it looks like..."

   "Please," Soo-Bin said.  "We listen to you for the past 10 minutes.  Now
you listen to us."

   She looked back and forth.

   "I have tested your relationship and it is weak," Soo-Bin said.  "So I
have no trouble take your husband from you."

   "Take...  my...  husband?" His wife said.

   "I'm pregnant," Soo-Bin said.  "It is his."

   His wife shifted her gaze to him.  "What?  Is it..."

   He couldn't say anything, so Soo-Bin answered for him.  "Yes," she said.
"It true.  We been having sex for, oh, past six month.  It incredible.  We
fuck all over campus.  Then I get pregnant."

   Soo-Bin looked at them both.  "I have confession to Terence.  I was with
woman you call from ad in newspaper.  We have plan with married men, that
we flirt with them until we see if they respond, then report they need to
work on making their marriage strong.  But this was different."

   She came to Terence and took his hand.  "I fall in love with Terence.  I
would normal break relationship when he try to give me gold necklace."

   "What?" Sung-Kyung shrieked.  "A gold necklace."

   "But instead," Soo-Bin said, "I thank him by fucking.  It because I love
him."

   She glared at Sung-Kyung.  "I still would have stopped if you showed
that you still love him.  But I ask my ex-boyfriend to try same thing with
you, to see how committed you are.  You should know, Terence, that Sung-Tae
be fucking your wife for three month now."

   She took Terence's hand and pulled him from the room.  "So this work out
for everyone," Soo-bin said.  "Let's go, Terence."

   Terence took one more look back at his wife.  She sat there, her jaw
slack.  And then the door closed.