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 Dan got off the plane in Korea with mixed feelings.  It was important for
his wife to see her family, of course, and it was a secret thrill of his to
be surrounded by more Asian women than he could shake a stick at, but
whenever he came to Korea he felt isolated, like he had a glass jar over
his head.

   He lived in Michigan with his wife of 4 years, Eun-Sun.  She knew
English well enough that they conversed seamlessly without him learning
much of her language at all.  The only time he regretted not knowing more
was when he traveled to Korea.  She translated for him but translating
everything, or even a negligible amount, was impossible.  He grew
increasingly detached during the visits.  Sure, it was great to scope out
all the wonderful women, but since he could barely say hello it was a
rather frustrating pastime.

   As his latest trip unfolded, however, it became apparent that things
would be different.  For one thing, his wife's sister, Hee-Young, 18 months
older than Eun-Sun, had learned a bit of English.  That meant he could
actually talk to someone else.  It would be on a limited scale, but at
least it was a start.  The second change was that Hee-Young had lost some
weight.  In fact she was quite attractive.

   Dan wasn't out to ruin a family or land a spot on the Jerry Springer
show, but he had seen pictures of his wife's sister when she was younger.
One of his favorites was of Hee-Young lounging on an island off the south
coast of South Korea.  She was in a skimpy bikini, and he could see the
nice hourglass shape of her waist and hips, complemented by slim, firm
limbs.  She was reaching back to squeeze water out of her hair, and her
breasts protruded toward the camera lens.  They formed nice mounds under
the fabric, not small but not too big, either.  Her proportions, Dan
concluded, were perfect.

   By the time Dan met her for the first time, however, things had changed
a bit.  Blame it on stress, blame it on real-world stuff, whatever, but she
had put on a few pounds.  She still bore an attractive face, with a pretty,
contagious smile and dancing brown eyes.  She also possessed a graceful,
confident and sensuous manner that played on his mind.  But her dynamite
figure was gone.

   Eun-Sun talked about her weight privately with Dan.  Hee-Young had put
on 15 pounds, which, on her 5'3, fine-boned frame, looked even worse. 
Eun-Sun laughed about it but Dan saw through her glee.  Not that Eun-Sun
was unattractive by any measure, but Hee-Young, when in shape, quite
frankly had a body her sister could never possess.

   "She was a real bitch when we were young," Eun-Sun said.  "Did I tell
you she stole two of my boyfriends?  Not one.  Two.  The tramp."

   Despite Hee-Young's extra weight Dan still felt a guilty little
attraction to her.  One day during that first visit they were at the store
trying on new clothes.  Hee-Young and Eun-Sun watched Dan with clinical
eyes as he sampled a myriad of garments.  When he tried a jacket and it
didn't look right, Hee-Young stepped up to him and adjusted his lapel and
collar.  Something in the way she did it -- rather dotingly, with a caring
hand, and a little something whispered in Korean -- lodged in his mind.  It
was then he began to watch Hee-Young.  He liked what he saw.  No intense
worrying, no hurrying, no wasted motions, a good sense of humor, a
thoughtful demeanor.  Yes, he was attracted to her.  Another time, another
place, just maybe...

   My goodness, he thought one day as he took a shower in the little Korean
bathtub, I shouldn't think of her this way.  But then a voice said, Why
not? He stroked his penis until it extended full in his hand.  As he
reached his climax he listened for Hee-Young's voice out in the house. 
Just as he came she coincidentally let out a little shriek at something. 
It had such an effect on him that his cum sprayed all over the wall in four
straight shots.

   But there were so many hurdles between them that Dan never really took
such thoughts seriously.  Hell, he could fill a city with all the women who
had starred in his fantasies.  Why was Hee-Young any different than, say,
his old computer teacher in high school, or his friend's mother?  She
wasn't different, not really.  Or so he thought.

   At the start of his second visit to Korea, then, Dan was surprised and a
little charmed in the airport when Hee-Young looked at him shyly and said,
"Hello Dan." It was then that he noticed her shape, too.  She'd lost those
15 pounds.  He couldn't see under her clothing, of course, but he knew he
was looking at the Hee-Young of old.

   Eun-Sun smiled.  "She told me she's trying to learn some English to talk
to you," she said.

   "That's great!  You said it very well," Dan said, his eyes flicking over
her trim body.

   Later, when he and Eun-Sun were on a 4 a.m.  walk trying to shake the
jet-lag, she sniffed irritably when the subject of Hee-Young came up.

   "Apparently she has a lot of time on her hands.  Learning English and
losing weight," she said.  "What do you think?"

   "She spoke English very well."

   "No, dummy, what do you think of how she looks?  I told you she was
pretty," Eun-Sun said.

   "Huh?  Oh, yes, very pretty," he said nonchalantly, confident Eun-Sun
could never dream of what he'd dreamed of doing to Hee-Young.  He wouldn't
let on, either.  It was all dead-end fantasy stuff, anyway.  Best to keep
it under wraps where it will die quietly, he thought.

   *** ***

   There was a park a 10-minute walk from Hee-Young and her husband's
apartment where they'd all gone as soon as Dan and Eun-Sun recovered from
jet lag.  From the park, perched atop a tall hill, they could see all the
lights of the Korean city sprawling below them.  Dan cursed at himself for
forgetting his camera.

   "Don't worry,' Eun-Sun told him.  "We can come back later.  It's just a
short walk."

   But as time went on she kept putting it off.  It wouldn't have been a
big deal under normal circumstances, but under Dan's isolated state small
things grew to be big things.  He spent hours in Hee-Young's apartment
watching TV he couldn't understand or relate to, listening to conversation
he couldn't understand, listening to music he couldn't understand, eyeing
newspapers he couldn't read.  He had an urge to get out that the others
simply didn't seem to appreciate.

   Finally one day he announced that he was going to the park to take some
pictures.  It was nearing dark but he felt he knew the way through the
latticework of alleys and streets.  He thought it would do him good to get
some air.  But Eun-Sun shook her head.

   "No," she said.  "You'll get lost."

   "I know the way."

   "It's more than that," she said.  "Westerners aren't seen much around
here.  I'm a little nervous when you go out alone, actually.  Even during
the day.  People get strange around you."

   "It's dark.  No one will realize who I am."

   Hee-Young heard the argument and came over.  Eun-Sun explained the
disagreement, in Korean, and a curtain fell over Hee-Young's eyes.  She
shook her head and said something.

   "She said it's not safe," Eun-Sun said.

   "People here seem very nice," Dan said.

   "It...  not...  safe," Hee-Young said, waving a finger at him.  She and
Eun-Sun turned around and went toward the kitchen.

   "I'll take you there tomorrow," Eun-Sun said.  "I promise."

   Dan sighed heavily and put his camera away.  The next night, however,
Eun-Sun fell asleep early and they didn't go again.  Dan was about to go
crazy when, the next morning, they all got in the car and went to an
overlook to pacify him.  The city sprawled beneath them.

   Hee-Young said something and the others laughed.  Eun-Sun came over to
him.

   "This is known as a lover's spot," Eun-Sun said.  "They say if you come
here at night with your lover it's not to admire the view."

   Dan laughed.  He could see why.  The view was stunning.  He snapped a
few pictures.  Eun-Sun took a cursory look around and then talked with
Hee-Young's husband about something.  Hee-Young looked over the scene, her
mind far away on something.

   Impulsively Dan raised his camera and snapped Hee-Young's picture, to
her surprise.  She blushed and delivered a playful swat at him.  Dan
laughed and showed her the photo, then showed it to everyone else.  It was
a good one, catching her at just the right moment, in a thoughtful,
beautiful pose.  The wind was blowing her hair and she was squinting into
the breeze, her features pretty in the natural light.

   On the drive back he pulled out the camera and showed the picture again
to Eun-Sun.

   "Isn't that a good one?" He said.  "Looks like somethign you'd see in
the magazine."

   Eun-Sun rolled her eyes discreetly and looked out the window.  Dan put
the camera away.  He looked up and for just a moment made eye contact with
Hee-Young through the rearview mirror as she drove.  She flashed a smile at
him and looked back at the road.

   "Well, did you get all the pictures you needed?" Eun-Sun said as they
parked at the apartment.

   "I'd still like to take a few pictures at night," Dan said.  "It's so
pretty at night.  But don't worry.  I'll find a way to get them, even if we
have to climb to the roof of this place."

   Evening came.  They ate dinner and went out for a walk to the grocery
store.  Eun-Sun had to rush back to use the computer for emailing work
colleagues back home, so Dan and Hee-Young finished the shopping and walked
back along the darkened street together, alone.  Her husband was at work,
too.  The street was lit by scores of signs, casting the street in a
reddish glow.  Dan and Hee-Young laughed at some of the sights -- batting
cages, dance bars, magic shows -- as they slowly sauntered back to the
apartment.

   Suddenly Hee-Young cleared her throat.  "Uhhh, Dan-uh," she said.  "You
want see light at night?"

   "Oh, that's okay," Dan said.  "I can wait.  I don't want to be a
bother."

   "No, it okay," she said, forging ahead with her English.  She pulled out
her car keys.  "Car over here," she said, pointing at a parking lot.  "We
go.  Eun-Sun-ee be okay."

   Dan mulled it over.  Eun-Sun would be emailing another hour or so.  Just
long enough for them to do this and get back.

   "Sure," he said, finally.  "Thank you."

   Hee-Young smiled and perked up a bit as she walked to the van.  They
climbed inside.  Dan felt a little thrill go through him despite himself.
He'd taught Eun-Sun to drive.  The last time a woman drove him somewhere,
then, was years ago, and another girlfriend.  It brought pleasant feelings
back to him.

   "I like lights...  too," Hee-Young said.  "Sometimes I go see them."

   "I got the feeling you do," Dan said.  She looked at him and smiled
back.

   They drove through the night to the hilltop park.  They parked and
walked up the stairs together.  When she stumbled he caught her.  She
glanced appreciatively at him.  When they reached the top he went to find a
spot to take the picture.  The scene was nice, but his camera couldn't do
it justice.  He kept searching and searching for the spot but couldn't find
it.

   He glanced over at Hee-Young.  She sat on a bench, motionless, gazing
out over the lights.  He walked over and watched her before her spell was
broken.  She was beautiful, he thought, when she gazed out over the city
like that.  What could she be thinking about?  His foot scuffed the ground
and she looked over.

   "OKay?" She said.

   "I guess," he said.  "The light isn't good enough.  But that's okay."

   They got back in the van and headed back.  Along the way Hee-Young
cleared her throat again.

   "You want more lights?" She said.

   "Yeah, but that's okay," he said.  "My camera just won't do it."

   Apparently all she'd understood was 'yeah,' because instead of turning
into the parking lot she drove straight toward the edge of town.  Dan
looked around and realized she was going to take him to the lookout, a good
20-minute drive.

   He was about to say no, you misunderstood, we can go back, but something
stopped him.  Part of it was that she was willing to drive 40 minutes for
him to take his damn pictures.  Another part was that she seemed to be
doing it with no irritation at all.  In fact she seemed rather pleased that
they were doing it.  Dan settled back into his seat to enjoy it.  Another
part of it, a little voice said, was that people would see them at the
lover's lookout and get the wrong idea.

   They followed the winding road up to the lookout.  It was pitch black
when they got there but the view of the glittering city was stunning.  Dan
hopped out of the van and began to snap pictures.  Even his shitty little
camera couldn't screw this up, he saw.

   A cool wind blew and he felt someone press against him.  It was then
that he noticed that Hee-Young had gotten out of the van and she was
standing next to him.  Her arms were folded tight across her chest and she
held her elbows.  She nudged a little closer to him, using him as a wind
screen.

   "Sorry," she said.  "I...  chua?  Cold."

   "That's okay," Dan said, nonchalantly snapping more pictures.  "Stand as
close as you'd like."

   Another car pulled up and a man and a woman got out.  They stood to
admire the view, then noticed Dan and Hee-Young.  Of course they didn't
know the situation and all they saw was a white man with a Korean, standing
close.  They looked on in amazement, then left.  Dan looked at Hee-Young
and they laughed.  She put a hand on his shoulder.

   The other couple's car disappeared down the road and it fell quiet
again.

   "You like this?" Dan said.

   "Yes," she said.  "Very nice."

   He was done taking pictures but they stood there staring out over the
city.  It's hard to pinpoint how these things culminate, but with Dan and
Hee-Young it was an assembly of things -- their hands brushing as he took
food from her to take to the table, private little laughs and smiles at
things, vibes.  But as Hee-Young leaned into him for warmth Dan put out his
arm reflexively and put it around her shoulders.  He jolted when he
realized what he'd done, and he envisioned much screaming and apologies,
but suddenly her hand touched his, holding his arm there.  They looked at
each other, wide-eyed, waiting for the other to object.  Neither of them
did.

   Then they kissed.  It just seemed the thing to do.  That, too, was
impulsive for the few couple of seconds, but then they came to silent
agreement and kissed more firmly.  They wrapped their arms around each
other.

   A voice in his head shouted at him to stop.  But the kiss was so
pleasant, so awaited, that he couldn't break away.  She gave no indication
that she wanted it to end, either.  Finally, after a minute of making out,
their lips parted.  Hee-Young's hand flew to her mouth and touched her
lips.

   "That...  okay?" She said.

   "Yes," Dan said.  "That was very nice."

   "Again?"

   He nodded.  They began to kiss again.  And again, with the lights
shimmering in the distance.  After a few moments her hands rested on his
chest; his on her hips.

   Good old Mother Nature prodded them to the next step.  A cool wind
swirled around them and Hee-Young glanced at the car.  Dan nodded and they
got in on separate sides.  They slammed the doors shut and stared out the
windshield.  He looked at her.  She looked straight ahead, slightly mussed.
Then she turned her marvelous head and smiled at him.

   "You want...  go back?" She asked.  He shook his head no.  Her face
fell. She reached for the ignition and suddenly Dan realized what she
meant. She was asking if he wanted to go in THE back, as in the back of the
van.  His hand shot out and grabbed her hand before she turned the key.

   "Yes, I mean yes," Dan said.  "I want to go in the back."

   Hee-Young's face lit up.  She laughed at the misunderstanding and leaned
over to kiss him.

   "It better, we kiss better, in back," she said.  Dan agreed.  Earlier
they had flattened the back seat to make room for boxes.  Now the back of
the van was empty but the seat was still down.

   Dan looked at Hee-Young, confirming what they wanted.  She bit her lip
lightly.  He nodded.  She nodded, smiled and climbed over the console to
get in the back.  Her ass, clad with a calf-length pair of white short
pants, swayed in front of his face as she went into the back.  It was a
perfect round -- he'd noticed it before, but not under these circumstances.


   Dan followed her into the back.  When he got there she was waiting for
him, settled down on the cushions.  He sat down next to her and she didn't
waste a second before leaning into him.

   As their kissing reached new depths Dan thought abstractly of Eun-Sun's
speculation over Hee-Young's marriage.  Hee-Young had unexpectedly changed
the date to make it earlier, and Eun-Sun thought that Hee-Young was
pregnant.  Turns out she wasn't, but it had a ring of truth to it -- maybe
it was a miscarriage -- that gave an little insight into Hee-Young's
passionate character.  She wasn't above breaking moral codes to get a good
stiff one between her legs.

   And in the van she was enthusiastic.  As they kissed, her hands played
over him and Dan's thoughts ascended quickly from guilt to 'She's a good
kisser,' to 'How far will this go?' to 'Does she care that I don't have a
condom?'

   Hee-Young was hungry.  Within minutes she had removed his shirt.  That
accomplished, she began on the fly of his shorts, and it was all he could
do to keep up.  He finally got her to pause for a moment to remove her
shirt, and he drank in the sight of her bra, flat belly and smooth, taut
skin before she was on him again, her slim fingers finally figuring out how
his shorts worked and unzipping them.

   As she wedged her hands in between his shorts and his ass, pulling the
clothes off, he fumbled with her pants button, both nervous and excited at
the pace of things.  The nervousness vanished as her hand suddenly came to
rest on the fabric over his cock.

   So, he thought, Korea wasn't necessarily a country full of straight-lace
conservatives, mating one or two or three times per lifetime, depending on
how many kids they wanted.  Holy shit, he thought, Hee-Young was moving
things so quickly, and with a Westerner who married her SISTER!

   The thought thrilled him as he worked her belt loose.  On her hands and
knees, she swayed her hips back and forth, wriggling free of her pants. 
And then they were in their underwear, but not for long.  She undid her bra
strap, and as a car passed by she let it fall from her chest and he saw her
breasts and nipples.  She straddled him, his back against the wall of the
van, and she brought her nipple to his lips.

   "Can they see us?" He said, nodding toward the road.

   "No worry," she whispered, thrusting her breast forward.  "People they
come here all time, do this.  No one care."

   He took her breast in his mouth and she let out a long breath as if
she'd been waiting for the moment a long time.  She rocked her hips into
his midsection, and his cock began to grow underneath his briefs. 
Hee-Young rocked and rocked, angling so her clit rubbed against his penis
through the two layers of material.  He put his hands on her bouncing ass
and guided her to him.  Hee-Young smiled after a moment and pulled back,
placing a hand on top of his underwear.

   "My sister say you very big," Hee-Young said.  "She no lie."

   "You talked about that?" Dan said, incredulously.

   Hee-Young shrugged.  "We sister.  We talk." She looked devilishly at
him. "She think very funny when I fat.  Who get last laugh is what I say."

   With that, she grasped his briefs by the strap and pulled them down. 
His penis flopped out and straightened swiftly in the open.  Hee-YOung eyed
the twitching organ lustily and took it in her hand and began to stroke. 
As his eyes rolled back she leaned into him, kissing him on the mouth as
she stroked his shaft.

   "Ohhh she no lie," Hee-Young whispered.  "You very big...  very big..."

   As she stroked, Dan was only dimly aware of a rustling sound of skin
against thin cloth and then how her thighs were pressing his thighs on
either side of him.  When Dan felt a hot wetness on his cock, however, he
looked up to see Hee-Young, now naked, straddling him, lowering her pussy
onto him.  She arched her eyebrows and he nodded.  He put his hands on the
curve of skin from her back to her ass and guided her.  She rested the
mouth of her pussy on his shaft, then rocked her hips, wriggling and
letting gravity force his penis to breach her.  THey let out a collective
moan as his cock crept several inches up her vagina, and she muttered
something breathlessly in Korean.  Then they got down to work.

   Her hips pivoted like hinges into his swollen joint as she welcomed all
seven inches of him into her cunt.  Hee-Young uttered and cried out in
Korean as he his penis probed deep inside her, wedged tight inside her
throbbing vagina.  She bobbed up and down on his firm shaft vigorously, her
beautiful smooth body straining.  The van shook and creaked.

   Dan reversed the position.  Holding her by the shoulders, keeping his
cock embedded, he drew his legs under himself somehow and swiveled so
suddenly that she landed on her back.  She squealed in pleasure at his
move, and then he mounted her.  He settled his hips onto hers and ground
his hips into her, his cock thrusting firmly into his wife's sister's
pussy. She moaned his name excitedly.

   "Dan...  ohhh Dan....  Dan...  Dan...." she moaned with each thrust of
his shaft into her willing pussy.  She was tight and his penis moved only
with some resistance, but sweet baby, it was worth it.  As his cock gleamed
with her juices their skin began to slap together.  Periodically a car
would pass and he'd see her breasts bobbing like jello.  He kissed
passionately at her smooth neck as he fucked her.  Her ankles hooked behind
his ass.

   "Ohhhh fuck me....  FUCK me...." she moaned.

   Then the cell phone rang.  It startled Dan so he almost popped out of
her, but Hee-Young grabbed him by the balls, literally, and pulled his
shaft back into her pussy.  Then she reached a slim, bare arm across the
van and grabbed the phone.  With Dan slowly rubbing his cock inside her she
fought to concentrate on the caller.  She said a few breathless words of
Korean.  Finally she handed the phone to Dan.

   "It Eun-Sun-ee," she said, with a smile.  Dan took the phone and pressed
it to his ear.  Below him Hee-Young, a mischievous look in her eye, began
to pump her hips into him a little more vigorously.

   "What are you up to?" Eun-Sun asked.

   He looked down at Hee-Young.  She held a finger to her lips and smiled
as she rocked her pussy against his penis.

   "I...we...  well, we're driving," he managed.

   "What?  Where?" Eun-Sun said.

   "Just around," he said.  Hee-Young grabbed his ass and pulled him into
her, grinding her hips into his.  Exquisite pleasure exploded in his head
and he squeezed his eyes shut.  Hee-Young snorted.

   "Why are you doing just driving around?" Eun-Sun said.

   "Look," Dan said, "I don't....  KNOW....  how would I KNOW...  Jesus...
oh...."

   "What the hell's the matter with you?" Eun-Sun demanded.

   Hee-Young laughed at Dan's attempt to maintain his cool despite having
his shaft lodged in another woman's pussy.  Dan's mind, swirling toward
orgasm, found the last shred of rationality.

   "I'm driving!  She's letting me drive!" He blurted, as Hee-Young reached
around and began massaging his balls.  He responded instantly, his shaft
driving firmly into Hee-Young's eager pussy.  She let out a gasp and said
his name.

   "You're driving?" Eun-Sun was saying.  "You've never driven in Korea! 
Be careful!  You can't drive here!"

   "I....  can...." he moaned.  Hee-Young threw her head back, and let out
a moan.

   "What was that?" Eun-Sun said.

   "Oh...  we're in a ....  dicey situaTION...." Dan said.

   "Keep your eyes on the road!" Eun-Sun said.

   "Better...  go...."

   "Yes, you go!" Eun-Sun barked.  "Pull over and let her drive!"

   "Bye..."

   She hung up and Dan snapped the phone shut.  Hee-Young broke out
laughing, and, to Dan tossed the phone aside and with renewed, unimpeded
force thrust his cock between her hips.  Her laughs dissipated into
enthusiastic groans as their tempo quickened.

   Hee-Young became a fucking thing, legs clenching, hands grasping, mouth
suckling his chin, her nipples brushing his chest lightly.  Dan became a
fucking thing, too, his marvelous cock buried up to its hilt in prime Asian
pussy.  His semen gathered so quickly and in such amounts that deep down
his shaft hurt because it couldn't carry that much.

   "Oh Dan!  Oh Dan!" She said, all the playful laughter replaced down with
get-down-and-fuck-me seriousness.  Fucking wasn't their way of having fun
now; it was a sheer necessity.  Nothing could have pulled Dan off Hee-Young
now, so great was their bond.  Cars roared past, giving each of them flash
images of each other's firm bodies.

   Hee-Young let out a Korean phrase, high and shrill, and her pussy
pulsed. Dan couldn't hold back.  The dam broke deep in his shaft and the
semen burst forth.  His penis twitched over and over again with his orgasm
and he filled her pussy with jets of hot cum.  They crashed into each
other's arms, kissing repeatedly.  He kissed her forehead, cheeks, nose,
eyebrows, before settling on her mouth.  Slowly his penis calmed, squeezing
out the last of the semen before losing its hard-on.  Reluctantly he
withdrew.

   They dressed quickly to go.  Hee-Young drove them home in a rush,
combing her hair and reapplying lipstick as she went.  Dan smoothed his
clothing.  Occasionally they turned to each other and smiled.  They held
hands.  Language was no obstacle tonight.

   They ran up the stairs to the apartment.  Outside, they turned to each
other quickly and kissed one more time.

   'We do...  again?" She said.  Dan nodded.

   Hee-Young opened the door and went inside with a greeting, but Dan heard
her fall silent.  There, on the couch, was Eun-Sun and Hee-Young's husband.
Eun-Sun's head was between his legs, and they were both naked.  Didn't take
a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on here, Dan thought.

   They were so intent on each other they didn't notice Dan and Hee-young.
Hee-Young's husband was releasing encouraging moans in Korean.  He arched
his back and she wiggled her head.  He clutched her scalp as she took his
penis full in her mouth.  Hee-Young cleared her throat.

   Hee-Young's husband leaped up, his cock rock-hard and swaying, wet.

   "How...  what..." Dan managed.  Eun-Sun pulled a pillow to cover herself
but her eyes were blazing.

   "Oh get off it!' Eun-Sun yelled.  "You think I was born yesterday?  I
know you were fucking my sister when I called.  So I followed up on HER
husband's offer to fuck me!"

   They all sat there looking at each other.  Finally Eun-Sun, capable of
anything when angry, beckoned Hee-Young's husband over.  She uttered a
command in Korean and he shook his head.  She said it again.  He looked at
his wife.  Eun-Sun tilted his gaze back to him by his chin and uttered a
command.  Hee-Young's husband, guided by his own desires, slowly mounted
her on the couch right in front of them.He glanced from Dan to Hee-Young,
then, urged along by his raging hard-on, along with his anger at Hee-Young
getting fucked by an American, he parted Eun-Sun's knees and lowered his
cock to her pussy.

   Dan and Hee-Young watched the proceedings in slack-jawed shock.  At
first Eun-Sun and Hee-Young's husband proceeded slowly, awkwardly, shifting
weight and finding their groove, but then they seemed to hit their stride.
They forgot the onlookers and their pace increased.  After some fumbling
around his penis finally found its mark and Eun-Sun let out a deep moan as
he penetrated her.  They merged into a tangle of limbs and olive skin,
groaning and rubbing each other, encouraging each other.  His penis,
swollen large, turned into a blur as it throbbed audibly in and out of
Eun-Sun's wet pussy.

   After a few more minutes of firm fucking the man let out a groan, tried
to pull out, but Eun-Sun pulled him back so his cock slipped deep between
her hips.  She arched into him, encouraging him to come, and with a thrust
of his hips he did.  They thrashed on the couch as he released himself into
Dan's wife, and then they settled down into a tired embrace.

   In a moment Eun-Sun turned her head and stared balefully at Dan and
Hee-Young.  Dan could say nothing, but then Hee-Young took him by the hand.
She led him to the bedroom and undressed quickly.

   "Fuck me," she said.

   "I don't know..." he said.  "This is crazy..."

   Dan noticed Eun-Sun standing at the door, leaning on the post, watching.
Dan looked from her to Hee-Young, who laid in bed, waiting.  She was
beautiful.  Dan sighed and removed his clothing.  He climbed onto the
mattress, then climbed onto Hee-Young.  Who was he to try to break a
pattern that had formed over a lifetime?  As Eun-Sun watched he sunk his
cock once more into Hee-Young's pussy and did his duty as pawn in the
sisters' feud.