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"Stupid idiot ex wife," I grumbled to myself as I drove towards her apartment, where she currently was with our children.

My four years old daughter had called using her smart watch, begging for me to come pick her up. Her five years old brother was indifferent but she was in tears, missing me. Needing her mommy.

It was nice to be needed.

Chaeyoung never needed me.

I honked and weaved my way through the downtown traffic, racing to get to my kids. When I finally pulled up to the apartment complex, I tried to pull myself together. I hated interacting with Chaeyoung these days. Hated the way she could still push my buttons. All of them. Even the ones she no longer had any business pushing. Not since we'd separated three months ago.

We'd barely had sex since Aera was born. When it was just Seok we'd still had an active sex life. Hence why they were barely thirteen months apart in age. But two kids under two had killed our marriage. She blamed me. I blamed her. Climbing out of my sedan I walked the steps to the second story apartment and rang the bell.

"Mina, what are you doing here?" Chaeyoung demanded when she opened the door to see me standing there. She must have been cooking because she was covered in what seemed to be some sort of dough. I hated how good she looked. Her deep brown eyes, usually sparkling were annoyed as they looked at me, her black eyebrows pulled into a frown. How did I go from never wanting her to touch me, not letting her touch me, to wanting nothing else..Because I couldn't have her anymore.

"Aera called me," I said shaking the wandering thoughts from my head and pushing my way into the apartment. "I came to take them home."

"You can't do that. It's my weekend with them," she sounded exasperated as she was talking to me.

"Please. As soon as they leave you'll have your little bimbo over here and forget all about them."

"Jesus Christ," she pinched the bridge of her nose, angry eyes opening to glare at me. "There's no bimbo, Mina. There never has been. I've never cheated on you. Not even now that were separated."

"I saw the pictures. I saw the texts."

"If that's true you know the messages were full of her asking me why I was ignoring her. Why I wouldn't sleep with her. Why I was faithful to a wife who clearly wasn't giving me what I needed."

"I saw naked pictures of her on your phone. You expect me to believe you never fucked her?" I challenged her.

"I don't expect you to believe anything." Her voice was dejected. "You kicked me out, Mina. I didn't want to go."

"You cheated."

"No I fucking didn't!" I went to yell back at her but stopped when the pitter patter of scurrying little feet came from the bedroom the kids shared.

"Mommy!" Aera yelled, jumping into my arms.

"Hi sweet girl," I said swinging her around and kissing all over her face. "Hey, buddy," I said to Seok who was planted firmly by his Mama's side. Even early in the separation he'd made it clear he was on his Mama's side.

"We're staying here tonight," his little five year old voice said firmly. Chaeyoung patted his head delicately.

"Aera called and said you wanted to come home."

"She did! Not me!"

"Buddy," Chaeyoung said, squatting down to our son's level. "Can you take your sister back to your room? Mommy and I need to finish talking."

"Yeah!" His face lit up with how his Chaeyoung treated him like a big boy and not a little kid. Her words, not mine. I set Aera down, my heart clenching as Seok took her hand and walked her back down the hall. As soon as they were out of sight and ear shot our angry demeanors returned.

"You can't reinforce her not wanting to stay here. We said we'd do this without the courts, but that means you have to respect the boundaries of her being here." She said

"You expect me ignore my daughter crying that she wants to come home?"

"That's what she said to you. Wanna know what she said to me?" She raised her eyebrows in challenge. Ignoring her I waited for her to continue. "Mommy will come and take us home. Not her and Seok us. You, me, her and Seok us. She wants her family back together."

"Oh." I said completely caught off guard.

Thinking back to what Aera had said I guess that made sense. "You blew that chance the moment you cheated," I growled, regaining my composure.

"What makes you so sure I cheated?"

"You wouldn't touch me or look at me. It was obvious. Finding those pictures was just the proof I needed."

"The justification you were looking for. Is that honestly how you remember things between us? Every single time I tried to touch you, you were the one with an excuse. 'I'm bloated. I'm tired. I have my period. The kids could walk in.' Every time I went to kiss you you'd push me away or give me your cheek." She took a deep breath before continuing. "I tried everything. Do you know how many times I got called whipped for cleaning my own house? For cooking. 'For doing things the wife is supposed to do?'" she air quoted her words. "I'm not like that Mina. You know that. I didn't see anything as your job or my job but I've listened to you with your girl-friends. How their husbands keep track of the chores they do to trade for sex. I never once did that to you. All I wanted was my wife. To make love to you. To have you need me too. You rejected me every single time," she finished she monologue as I stood there open mouthed, gaping at her. "I needed you. I wanted you. I still do."

"I hate you," I said harshly. She must have been living in a different marriage than I was because that's not how I remembered things at all. "You're trying to blame me, but you didn't want me after Aera. After the second child I gave you you didn't see me anymore. You saw my stretch marks, my loose skin and saggy tits."

"Don't you dare talk about yourself like that," she cut me off. "I've always wanted you. Always thought you were the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

In an instant her lips were roughly pushing against mine. It wasn't sweet or gentle, but angry and demanding. She pinned me against the wall, hands grabbing my hair, tilting my head back to give her a better angle to attack my mouth. In a moment of weakness I fisted my hands into her shirt, pulling her even closer. Trying to turn the tables I attempted to control the kiss, but she refused me at every turn. When she moaned low in her throat my senses came back and I used the grip I'd been using to pull her closer to push her away.

She stumbled back as we stared at each other. Both our chests were heaving, desperate for air. Neither of us said anything. This time it was me who made the first move. Closing the distance between us I pushed my lips against her, demanding entrance to her mouth. I swept my tongue along her, curling it against her before retreating to bite down on her lower lip. I could taste the metallic flavor of blood from the force of my bite. A guttural moan left her at the act. Releasing her I sucked on her tongue forcefully, mimicking the motion I was dying to make on her cock.

Chaeyoung fumbled for the door handle before opening the bathroom door and dragging me in. She locked it swiftly behind us. The small half bath was cramped, forcing our bodies even closer together. "Get on your knees, Mina" she demanded. "I'm going to fuck this pretty little face." Her tone was angry and icy but the warmth of her breath against me had goosebumps rising on my skin. Dropping to my knees before I looked up at her while she undid the button of her pants before pushing them down to her ankles, her boxers quickly following suit. Her erection sprang free, slapping against her stomach. "Suck it."

Lifting my hand I wrapped it around the base of her cock and tugging slowly from root to tip. Gathering the saliva from my mouth I spit on her cock before rubbing it again. Chaeyoung moaned, the sound turning me on. It'd been too long since I'd heard that sounds. Wrapping my mouth around the tip I swirled my tongue around the mushroom head, sucking softly. I bobbed my head up and down, taking her deeper each time. "Fuck, Mina," she cursed. My eyes watered and spit ran out the corners of my mouth as I made wet gagging noises on her cock. "Look at you. Makeup running down your cheeks. Lips swollen from my dick. You look ruined." Her words were a straight shot to my libido. My clit was swollen and begging for her. I pushed my legs together, desperate for some sort of pressure.

Her hands went to my hair, holding me while she pushed herself all the way into my mouth, the head of her cock tickling my throat as my lips pushed against the base. She held me still, unable to move as I swallowed around her. "You're wet for me, aren't you?" She cooed. Nodding yes I moaned around her, sending new sensations along her member. "Legs apart," She ordered while pulling her hips back just to push roughly back in. I spread my legs, the cool air from the bathroom hitting my wet panties under my dress. "Play with your clit." Her hand went to my throat, squeezing where she was, then running her hand against it. I moaned around her, the sound coming out gargled and broken.

I pushed my hand between my legs, moving my panties to the side, sliding my fingers along my folds. My moans were muffled as she continued to fuck my face, attempting to go deeper every time. "I'm going to cum down your throat. But not until you're coming all over your fingers. Faster." Holding my head in place she took over completely. I opened my mouth and relaxed my jaw, letting her use me how she wanted. I concentrated on flicking my clit, my pleasure only heightening with the way she was fucking my face. I could barely keep myself on my knees without falling over. I braved my hands on Chaeyoung's thighs for support.

"Aggh, mihg Gowd," I moaned around her, my words completely unintelligible.

"Fuck!" She roared as I felt her warm seed slide down my throat. I swallowed every drop of it as my own orgasm shook through me.

Roughly, I was pulled to my feet. Her lips were on mine again, dominating my mouth as she pushed her tongue into mine. She spun me by my hips so I was facing the sink. Bracing my hands on sink, I watched her reflection in the mirror as she pushed my dress up over my hips. Her eyes were glued to my dripping center, a look of pure lust on her face as she pulled my panties down.

Sitting on her knees behind me licked from my clit to my opening and back. "I've missed this fucking pussy so much," she groaned before reattaching herself to me.

My hips gyrated of their own accord, silently begging for more. When I caught my reflection in the mirror it was almost laughable. Makeup ran down my cheeks, my red lipstick was smudged everywhere. Ruined.

"I'm going to come. Chaeyoung. Oh fuck!" I screamed. Biting down on my lip hard enough to draw blood I swallowed the rest of the moans threatening to tear from my throat.

Standing Chaeyoung stared at me in the mirror, a smugly satisfied look on her face. She wrapped her right arm around my waist, pushing herself against me.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Aera's little voice was like ice water pouring over my libido. "Are you okay? I heard you yell." Before I could answer her Chaeyoung was pulling me back, sitting me down with her, her hard dick impaling me in one move. She covered my mouth with her hand, preventing our daughter from hearing me moan.

"She's fine, sweetie. Just a little sick. I'll take care of her. Go back upstairs and play with your brother."

"Okay! Feel better, mommy," she called before I heard her take off running again. Pulling back Chaeyoung thrust slowly back in to me, stretching me. It had been months since we'd had sex, even before the separation. "See how easy that was?" Her voice was low and angry in my ear as one of her hands dug into my waist and the other roughly slapped my bouncing tits. "She didn't see anything. Hear anything. And she ran away happily. You've been denying me this tight, wet pussy for months. And for nothing." Each word she said was punctuated by her increasing her thrusts, entering me harder each time.

"Chaeyoung," I whined.

"I love you," she growled. She'd said those words to me a million times, even after the separation.

"I hate you," I said. The words weren't true, but I couldn't force another four letter word out of my mouth. The real word I wanted to say.

"We both know that's not true," she chuckled darkly in my ear before biting on the lobe. Rotating us on the toilet she turned so we were facing the mirror on the door. Where I could see everything she was doing to me.

"Look at how perfectly you take my cock." The baritone of her voice echoed around the small bathroom. "You were made for me."

Unable to watch her cock disappear into the depths of my pussy I clenched my eyes shut, letting my head fall back on her shoulder. I could do nothing except let her have her way with me. "Open your eyes, Mina." When I didn't comply she grabbed my chin, pulling my head back down. Forcing my eyes open I watched mesmerized as her slid her length in and out of me. The fat head of her cock brushed against my g-spot with every stroke.

"Aaah," I moaned while she bounced me on hee. Pulling my legs further apart she lifted them, showing me more of the erotic way she was taking me. Consuming me.

"Tell me you love me," she said stroking my clit.

"I hate you," I screamed as my orgasm built. Slapping my clit roughly, unsatisfied with my answer she moaned low in my ear.

"You want me to fill your pretty little cunt don't you. You want to be dripping with my cum when you leave."

"Yes," I whimpered, knowing full well we both knew I wasn't on birth control, too caught up in angry passion to care about the consequences.

"Beg for it."

"Chaeyoung! Please. Fill me." I didn't recognize my own voice as I begged for her. "I need it so much." "Fuck," she cursed lowly in my ear. I could feel her cock throbbing between my walls. "I'm going to fill you. I'm going to mark what's mine. No piece of paperwork can change that. You belong to me."

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" I chanted. "Mmngghhff," I moaned as I came, soaking her cock in my release while she thrust two twice more in to me before spilling herself deep inside me.

I sat on top of her still, her softening length still inside me. When my breathing returned to normal I stood on unsteady legs, wobbling as I tried to catch my balance.

"Can I come home yet?" She asked, voice soft and full of hope.

"No," I said firmly. One good fuck didn't make up for all the shitty years of marriage.

"I'll be back to pick up the kids tomorrow evening," I said, straightening my dress and picking up my panties. The two minutes I stood there, wiping the smeared makeup of my face were the longest of my life. She didn't leave, just gave me a heartbroken look the entire time.

"I love you." Ignoring her I walked out of the bathroom, too prideful to say anything else.