The door swung inward with a slow, inevitable creak.
Dad stood there, phone in one hand, the hallway light carving harsh shadows across his face.
He looked confused at first—then stunned.
His eyes landed on the bed: sheets twisted, damp patches dark against the white fabric, air thick with sex.
Min-jae's heart stopped.
He was still buried inside Ji-eun, cock pulsing with the last aftershocks of his release, cum leaking out around him. Ji-eun's tits were pressed against his chest, nipples hard, her legs wrapped around his waist. Yumi knelt beside them—naked, thighs glistening, fingers still circling her clit, lips swollen from earlier kisses.
Dad's mouth opened. No sound came out at first.
Then, quietly:
"What… the hell… is this?"
Ji-eun didn't flinch.
She lifted her head slowly, hair falling across one eye. Her voice stayed calm—almost gentle.
"Honey. You're home early."
Dad's gaze darted between them.
From Ji-eun's cum-smeared thighs, to Yumi's flushed face, to Min-jae's cock still half-inside his wife.
His face drained of color.
"You… all of you…"
Ji-eun eased off Min-jae, his cock slipping free with a wet sound. Cum dripped down her leg. She stood—naked, unashamed—robe forgotten on the floor.
She walked toward Dad, hips swaying slightly, tits bouncing with each step.
He didn't move. Couldn't.
She stopped inches from him.
Reached up. Touched his cheek.
"We missed you," she whispered. "So much."
Dad's throat worked.
His eyes flicked down—her nipples brushing his shirt, the scent of sex rolling off her in waves.
"You… with them? Our children?"
"Stepchildren," Ji-eun corrected softly.
Her hand slid down his chest, lower, cupping him through his slacks.
He was already hardening.
She smiled—slow, wicked.
"See? Your body knows. You've felt it too. The tension. The looks. The way Min-jae watches me when you're gone. The way Yumi blushes when he hugs her too long."
Dad's breathing grew ragged.
He looked past her—at Min-jae, still on the bed, cock slick and shining. At Yumi, legs parted, pussy swollen and leaking.
His voice cracked.
"This is… wrong."
Ji-eun pressed closer, lips brushing his ear.
"Is it? Or is it just honest?"
Her fingers unzipped him. Pulled him out.
He was thick, veined, already leaking precum.
She stroked slowly.
"Look at them. Look how beautiful they are. How ready. They've been waiting for you too."
Dad's eyes locked on Yumi.
She bit her lip, fingers sliding through the cum dripping from her pussy.
"Daddy…" she whispered. "Please don't be mad."
Ji-eun guided Dad's hand between her legs.
He felt the wetness—Min-jae's cum mixed with hers.
His fingers slipped inside automatically.
Ji-eun moaned softly.
"That's it. Feel how full Mommy is. Your son filled me so deep."
Dad groaned—low, broken.
His hips jerked into her hand.
Min-jae stood.
Cock hard again.
He walked up behind Ji-eun, pressing against her back. His hands cupped her tits, pinching her nipples.
Ji-eun arched, moaning louder.
"See, honey? We're all here. All together. No more hiding."
Yumi crawled forward on the bed.
She reached out, tentative, touching Dad's thigh.
"Daddy… I want you too."
Dad looked down at her—his little girl, naked, cum on her thighs, eyes pleading.
Something in him snapped.
He grabbed Ji-eun's hips.
Turned her around.
Bent her over the edge of the bed.
His cock—thick, angry—slid into her in one hard thrust.
Ji-eun cried out.
"Yes… fuck me, honey. Fuck your wife while your children watch."
Dad pounded into her—deep, brutal strokes.
The bed shook.
Ji-eun's tits bounced wildly.
Min-jae stepped behind Yumi, sliding back into her pussy.
Yumi moaned, reaching out to touch Dad's arm.
"Daddy… harder…"
Dad's eyes met Min-jae's over Ji-eun's back.
No words.
Just raw understanding.
He fucked Ji-eun faster.
Min-jae matched the rhythm inside Yumi.
The room filled with wet slaps, moans, heavy breathing.
Ji-eun came first—pussy clenching around Dad, screaming his name.
Dad followed—growling, pumping deep inside her.
Min-jae thrust once, twice—filling Yumi again.
They collapsed—bodies tangled, slick with sweat and cum.
But the apartment phone rang.
Dad's business line.
Late-night call from Singapore.
He reached for it, still buried inside Ji-eun.
Answered.
"Kim speaking."
A voice on the other end—urgent, clipped.
"Sir, we have a problem. The merger talks collapsed. They're pulling out unless you're here by morning."
Dad's face hardened.
He looked down at Ji-eun—still impaled on him.
At Min-jae and Yumi—naked, flushed, watching.
"I'll be there," he said.
Then, quieter: "First flight out."
He hung up.
Looked at them.
"I have to leave in three hours."
Ji-eun smiled—slow, dangerous.
"Then we have three hours."
She rolled her hips.
Dad groaned.
Min-jae pulled out of Yumi, cock hard again.
Yumi spread her legs wider.
Dad looked at them—his wife, his son, his daughter.
All waiting.
He pulled out of Ji-eun.
Turned to Yumi.
"Come here, princess."
Yumi crawled to him.
Dad lifted her chin.
Kissed her—deep, claiming.
Ji-eun whispered to Min-jae.
"Fuck Mommy while Daddy takes your sister."
Min-jae pushed Ji-eun onto her back.
Spread her legs.
Thrust in deep.
Dad positioned Yumi on all fours.
His cock—still slick from Ji-eun—pressed against her entrance.
Yumi whimpered.
"Daddy… be gentle…"
Dad kissed her neck.
"I will, baby girl. Daddy's going to take good care of you."
He pushed in.
Yumi gasped.
The room filled with moans again.
But the clock was ticking.
Three hours.
And the plane waited.
To be continued…
Three hours left before Dad leaves. Will they stop… or use every second to claim each other completely?