Alex and Ji-yeon are approached by Mateo in the park. What begins as a TikTok prank turns into an erotic scene where Ji-yeon is touched and exposed by a stranger, with Alex acting as a silent accomplice.
The afternoon sun filters its last golden rays through the oak leaves in the park, painting the grass in amber tones while a warm breeze caresses the skin of the few visitors still strolling along the paths. Alex walks beside his wife, Ji-yeon, with a complacent smile on his lips, enjoying the way men turn their heads as she passes. It's no wonder: her white blouse, tight and semi-transparent under the light, leaves little to the imagination regarding the generous bust it hides—two round, firm melons with dark nipples that sometimes, when the wind blows just right, press against the fabric like two copper coins. The pleated teacher-style skirt, snug at the waist and flared just above the knees, enhances every movement of her wide hips, that MILF ass that bounces with every step, inviting lewd stares and stifled sighs.
Ji-yeon wears her jet-black hair gathered in a low bun, but a few rebellious strands escape, framing her face of high cheekbones and full lips, painted a cherry red that contrasts with her porcelain skin. She wears thin-rimmed glasses that give her an intellectual air, but Alex knows very well what hides behind that facade: a woman who moans like a whore when her ass is smacked and who comes like a teenager the first time fingers are thrust into her anus. Today, however, she acts with the composure of a lady, chatting animatedly about dinner plans while adjusting the leather bag hanging from her shoulder.
"Don't you think we should try that new Italian restaurant?" Ji-yeon asks, turning toward Alex with a flirtatious smile, unaware of how her movement makes the blouse tighten over her breasts, almost as if they were going to burst the top button. "They say their risotto al tartufo is divine."
Alex nods, but his attention is not on the conversation. His eyes are fixed on his wife's cleavage, where the valley between her tits looks like a tempting abyss. He feels his cock begin to harden inside his pants, imagining what is to come. Because this isn't just a walk. He brought her here for a reason.
Suddenly, a tall man of athletic build and a disarming smile approaches them with a confident stride. He wears a tight t-shirt that reveals the contours of his pectorals and ripped jeans that mark the considerable bulge between his legs. His brown hair is combed back, but a lock falls over his forehead, giving him a bad-boy air that makes Ji-yeon look up with curiosity.
"Sorry for the interruption," the man says, with a deep voice and a hint of an accent Alex can't quite identify. "I'm Mateo, and I'm recording a video for TikTok. Would you mind helping with an innocent prank? It'll only take a couple of minutes."
Ji-yeon frowns, confused, but Alex smiles immediately, as if he's just won the lottery.
"Sure, man," he replies, crossing his arms over his chest. "What's it about?"
Mateo pulls out his phone and adjusts it on a small tripod he carries in his backpack. The camera turns on, focusing on the three of them.
"Nothing complicated," he explains, rubbing his hands with fake enthusiasm. "I just need you two to pretend to be a couple on a romantic date, and I'll play the villain who interrupts. At the end, I'll reveal it's a prank. Sound good?"
Ji-yeon looks at Alex, seeking approval, but he is already nodding, his eyes shining with an excitement she knows all too well.
"Alright," she accepts, shrugging. "But make it quick."
Mateo adjusts the camera angle and stands in front of them, with a smile that now seems more predatory than friendly.
"Action!" he shouts, and immediately his expression changes.
With a swift move, he lunges at Ji-yeon, his large, calloused hands landing on her shoulders before she can react. But instead of saying something funny or exaggerated, as in typical pranks, Mateo slides his fingers downward, brushing the sides of her breasts with an audacity that makes the air grow thick.
"What...?" Ji-yeon tries to pull back, but Mateo's hands are already there, squeezing firmly, kneading the soft flesh through the blouse. "Hey!"
Alex holds his breath. His cock pulses strongly, pressing against the zipper of his pants. This is better than he imagined.
"Shhh, darling," Mateo whispers, bringing his mouth close to Ji-yeon's ear, his hot breath making her shiver. "Don't resist. Your husband wants this to happen."
Ji-yeon turns her head toward Alex, her eyes wide behind her glasses, but he only smiles, not moving a muscle to stop it. *Treacherous son of a bitch*, she thinks, but the heat igniting between her legs betrays her. *No... it can't be that I'm turned on by this.*
Mateo wastes no time. His fingers lace into the buttons of Ji-yeon's blouse and, with a quick tug, he opens them one by one, exposing the black lace bra that barely contains her tits. The cool air caresses her nipples, which are already hard as stones, poking against the fabric.
"Alex!" she protests, but her voice sounds weak, muffled by the beating of her own heart.
"Calm down, love," Alex says, taking a step closer, his eyes fixed on how Mateo now unfastens the bra with one hand, freeing those heavy breasts that fall with a hypnotic bounce. "It's just a prank, remember?"
Ji-yeon wants to scream, she wants to slap him, but when Mateo wraps one of her tits with the palm of his hand and squeezes, an involuntary moan escapes her lips. *Shit!* Her nipples burn under the rough touch of his fingers, and when he pinches them hard, a gush of wetness floods her thong.
"Fuck, what delicious tits," Mateo grunts, lowering his head to capture a nipple between his lips. "I knew Asians had soft skin, but this... this is something else."
His tongue curls around the dark tip, sucking with obscene noises while his fingers play with the other. Ji-yeon gasps, her nails digging into Mateo's shoulders, but she doesn't push him away. She can't. Because although her mind screams that this is wrong, her treacherous body arches toward him, seeking more.
Alex watches, fascinated, as Mateo's saliva glitters on his wife's skin, how his lips close around that swollen nipple. He feels his own mouth go dry. *I want to be the one doing that to her... but no. Not today.*
Suddenly, Mateo lifts his head and, without warning, strikes his tongue against Alex's cheek, licking him from the chin to the temple with a slow, wet stroke.
"Ugh, gross!" Alex pulls away, feigning disgust, but his cock is about to burst through his pants.
"Pervert," he grunts, but there is no conviction in his voice.
Mateo laughs, a guttural sound that vibrates against Ji-yeon's body.
"Now, my love," he says, grabbing Ji-yeon by the waist and sitting her on his thighs with a blunt movement. "Let's make this more interesting."
She falls onto him with a small cry, immediately feeling the hardness of his erection pressing against her ass. *God, it's huge!* The thought burns her, but before she can process it, Mateo hugs her tightly, burying his nose in the crook of her neck and inhaling her perfume.
"You smell like vanilla and a whore," he whispers, nibbling her earlobe. "I love it."
Ji-yeon tries to speak, tries to say something, but the words die in her throat when Mateo slides a hand under her skirt, brushing the elastic of her thong.
"Hey!" she manages to stammer, but he only squeezes harder, his fingers exploring the groove between her buttocks with an insolence that makes her tremble.
"Relax," Alex says, stepping closer, his voice hoarse. "It's just part of the sketch. Mateo is an actor, right?"
Mateo nods, but his green eyes shine with something that isn't acting.
"Yup. And now, my queen, we're going to improvise a bit," he announces, before grabbing Ji-yeon's skirt and lifting it to her waist, exposing her black lace thong, already stained by her excitement.
"Alex!" she cries out, trying to pull her skirt down, but Mateo holds her firmly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her thighs.
"Don't worry, honey," Alex says, pulling out his phone. "I'm recording this for... our memories."
The camera flash turns on. Ji-yeon feels the world shrink down to Mateo's hands on her body, to the way his breath burns her skin, to the pressure of his cock against her ass. This isn't a game. This is real.
And when Mateo lays her down on the grass, with the excuse of "doing yoga for the video," she no longer protests. Because her legs are open, her thong is to one side, and the fingers of a stranger sink into her soaked cunt while her husband watches.