The Affair

Chapter 2

A week passed and there was no follow up. No knock on the door. No rock thrown at a window.  No nothing. Y/n felt angsty. It had been a week and Leeknow didn't reach out in any way. It made her think. Really think. Did they not hit it off as well as she had thought?

Leeknow followed a somewhat consistent routine. Wakes up at 7 and leaves his house at 8 then returns just around 9pm. Y/n knew these times well because she had been... well, observing her new neighbor. It was only fair since other than keeping the house afloat and writing novels, she had nothing to do. And she had just had her latest book published so she had some time to rest before she would move on to the next book. She had a lot of time that she didn't know how to spend, so she chose to observe her handsome- objectively handsome neighbor who was currently entering the house with some... girl.

Y/n went downstairs and subtly looked out the kitchen window that was directly opposite his. She was well concealed as the kitchen light had been switched off. She saw Leeknow put his car keys on the kitchen island, where they had eaten and chatted a few nights ago, and pulled the brunette into a bruising kiss. 

Y/n watched.

Every movement, every tug, every fleeting touch, played before y/n's very eyes. She couldn't look away. Leeknow turned the brunette around and pinned her front against the island, bent her over, exposing the girl's panties as her short dress rode up. Y/n watched Leeknow murmured something in the girl's ear before pulling the panties down like it offended him, and positioned himself behind her. Y/n watched as Leeknow fiddled with his pants, opening it, then letting his monstrosity sink into the girl's hole.

Y/n breathed shakily.

She knew she had to leave, give them their privacy but she couldn't. Mesmerized by Leeknow's powerful thrusts that looked like they were ripping the brunette apart deliciously. Y/n felt herself flush. She imagined, for a split second, how it would be if she was the brunette and jolted away from the window as if a bucket of cold water poured down her shoulders.

What was she thinking? She couldn't be having such thoughts about another man let alone one she barely knew. Guilt gnawed at her. That was considered cheating, wasn't it? She sat on the couch and exhaled; her fists clenched. What would Seungmin do if he knew? He'd be disgusted for sure. He'd probably rethink their whole relationship. She wouldn't like it if Seungmin were in her shoes, she thought.

Before she could spiral any further, the front door opened revealing Seungmin. Her husband. Right, she should remember that. A good wife was not supposed to be having such thoughts about anyone but her husband. He was the love of her life, she repeated in her head. And she would remember that.

"Hey, love. What you doing here in the dark?" he walked towards her, his coat left on the kitchen island. "I thought, by now, you'd be asleep." Seungmin settled beside her and placed his hand on her thigh.

Y/n shifted a bit. 

She could feel that her underwear slightly damp because of the little show she had watched, and suppressed a grimace. "I've missed you," she said while placing her hand on Seungmin's, an invitation in the waiting. Seungmin got the invite and moved his hand a little higher on her bare thigh. He leaned in, grazing his lips against hers, "I'm tired, love." The disappointment that followed after took y/n by surprised. She knew this would most likely be the outcome since it is quite late in the night but she hoped that maybe... "I'll get you off using my fingers, okay?" Seungmin didn't wait and inserted his fingers after pulling her underwear a bit lower.

Y/n gasped and tried holding onto anything. Seungmin knew how to work her out to the very edge quickly, a talent he had discovered and abused, with a slight curve and a press to that spot, that made her legs tremble, she came.