Terence thought often how he met his Korean wife, Sung-Kyung. He was a graduate student, fresh out of undergrad and a competitive swimming career, and she had seen him swimming in the pool during open swim and liked what she saw. They started off like fire, mating like bunnies, got engaged, and then married. 

That was three years ago. It seemed like a long time, for although Terence had kept his fit and attractive body, it seemed things weren't as hot as they had once been. His friends told him it was normal, that it was the way of all marriages, but he still cared enough to wonder how to stoke the fire again. 

One day he saw in the college paper -- he was a staffer at a university; his wife was faculty -- an advertisement tucked in the bottom corner of Page 10. It was just a single line of type: Is she the one for you? And then a local phone number. Curious, Terence picked up the phone at lunch time and dialed. A woman picked up the phone. 

"Yeah, I saw your ad in the paper today," Terence said. "I was wondering if you could help me." 

"Oh?" Said the woman. "You have a woman on your mind?" 

"Yes," he said. "My wife. I'm wondering if we can find the fire that we lost." 

"I see," said the voice. "I believe we can help you. You have to be willing to try a bit of, say, alternative testing." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You'll see. Are you interested in the least?" 

"Well, I guess," Terence said. "I don't see a reason yet to say no." 

"Do you want to find out if your relationship will last?" 

"Of course." 

"Then try us." 

"How much does it cost?" He said. 

"No charge." 

"What? I thought you said no charge." 

"That's what I said. We're part of a marital counseling group. I guess you could say we're not for profit. If you so desire you may send us a donation when you're done. But it's not necessary."

"Okay," Terence said. "Let's see what this is about. Yes, I'm interested." 

"Good. Your name and where you work. That's all we need for now." 

Terence gave it to her. They hung up. That was in March. By the time August rolled around he hadn't heard another word from whoever it was, and he never saw the ad again. He had long given up hope, glad that he hadn't given them any information they could use to scam him. By the start of the fall semester he had decided to try something else to show his wife he cared about more than her smoking body: He'd learn her language. 

He still hadn't learned anything more than a few elementary phrases of her native tongue. He didn't really need to, as they were living in Michigan and she spoke English fluently, but it was an obstacle between him and her non-English-speaking family. She kept imploring him to learn it, and he'd promise that he would, but he never got around to it. 

One night Terence had a vision of quietly taking Korean courses for a year or so without his wife knowing. Then, one day when her parents called, he'd surprise everyone and start talking away in Korean. He smiled at the thought. He kept thinking about it. He liked it. Why couldn't he do it? He put an advertisement on Craig's List giving his phone number at work. 

The next day his office phone rang. He picked it up and heard just about the sweetest voice he'd ever heard. 

"Hello? Is this the person who want learn Korean?" Said a woman, slightly accented. 

"Yeah, that's me," Terence said. "Are you a tutor?" 

"Oh, yes, that's me," she said. "You want meet me? I can teach Korean. My schedule is flexible."

Terence explained his situation. She cooed pleasantly at his attempt to woo his wife. 

"Yes, I think I help you well," the woman said. "You say you want learn Korean in a year? We meet two time a week, Tuesday and Thursday, an hour each time, you know Korean well in one year. You surprise them very much!" 

Terence liked her enthusiasm. They agreed to meet the next day for lunch in the union so she could explain how she'd do it. That night he went home and kissed Sung-Kyung firmly. He smiled. She had no idea what he was up to, and that's how he wanted it. 

Terence waited in the union building the following afternoon. He watched every Asian girl he saw walk through the doors. Every one of them had somewhere else to go. Two o'clock came, then it was five after. Damn, he thought, she changed her mind. Her hourly rate really was too good to believe. 

Then he saw one woman come in, slightly harried and stunningly beautiful. Her eyes were shaped like almonds, and her yellow-hued skin was smooth and healthy. Her face was the typical round Korean face, yet with a well-shaped, elegant, yet cute nose and a pretty, full mouth. Her sleek black hair was pulled back, revealing a long, slim neck. She was clearly Korean, but with features a Westerner could well relate to. 

And that was nothing to say of her body. She wore tight jeans, revealing fit legs -- not too thin, not too thick -- that molded into a perfect ass. Her breasts followed the same pattern, not to big, not too small, forming little pleasant mounds under her shirt. Her waist was the hourglass shape, with the ends her hips and her shoulders. She moved with typical short Korean steps, but there was a grace to her as she moved across the room. 

"I should be so lucky," Terence muttered, and kept looking for his tutor. Then he noticed the woman looking about, as if searching for someone. Terence made eye contact with her and he waved tentatively. She smiled and waved back. His stomach flipped. It was her. 

She gave a little bow at the table and slid her celestial figure into the booth seat across from him. Her dark eyes were just as pretty up close as they were from afar. She looked about 5'4, maybe mid 20s in age. 

"So," Terence cracked, "you know Korean?" 

She laughed. "Yes, I know that well. My English, not so good." 

"Yeah, well, I want to learn Korean, so that's okay," he replied. 

They did the get-to-know-you talk. She was 26, a graduate student, and her name was Soo-Bin. She was single, although she had a boyfriend, Terence learned when he asked if she was married. When she talked about him her mouth twitched a little, as if supressing a laugh. 

"He not so good right now," she said, before changing the subject. 

Terence liked how she described her teaching technique. He was pretty sure he followed it, and later that day, as he reflected on the meeting, he'd tell himself that he was happily married and his decision wasn't swayed at all by Soo-Bin's stunning appearance. But deep down he knew otherwise. He just was reluctant to admit it. To him, such an admission would acknowledge cracks in the marriage. 

Terence began his classes in earnest. For an hour in the afternoon each Tuesday and Thursday he'd meet Soo-Bin in the undergrad library, where they'd seek out a private conference room and she'd spend the first 15 minutes reviewing, then 45 on new material. The Korean language had been built logically so it was a quick learn, but the sounds were very foreign. He spent lots of time watching her mouth form the words. 

There was a mutual attraction there, although both shoved it so far in the background it hardly was a factor at first. She shared his irreverent sense of humor, which came out at the beginning, when they'd chat about recent news events or something on campus. On a deeper level, she was rather sensuous and thoughtful, which he liked, and she liked the same thing in him. She liked his earnestness; he liked her flexibility and devotion. 

Greasing the skids was a physical attraction both had for each other. They both came to realize it during small moments of eye contact and smiles for no particular reason. It began to weigh more and more on Terence's mind. Two months into the lessons he started to feel as if he should tell his wife about them, for he was developing a guilty feeling, as if things were a little contraband. 

Two things moved their tutor-student relationship down a new path. One was Terence's visit to the foreign languages building as part of his job. The building was a towering thing, with windows in the stairway overlooking surrounding houses. It was a hot day one day and he was climbing the stairwell when he stopped to look out the windows. He looked down at a house and squinted. Then he looked closer. There, sunning herself on a flat part of the roof, was Soo-Bin, dressed in a bikini. Her skin shined with sun block. Her beautiful figure was framed against the blue beach chair. 

As Terence watched, she rotated, so her perky ass was down but her perky breasts pointed up. He smiled to himself. Suddenly he heard footsteps and continued up the stairwell. But he'd think of her a lot, laying there with her flat belly. How could he not? He found himself looking forward to their appointment, and, for the first time, it wasn't just to learn more Korean. And now he had her body in full to think about. It seemed like it shouldn't make much difference, but it did. 

The other thing that moved them along was one of her moments. One day soon after her sunbathing they met in the library, only to be driven upstairs by a lack of seats. They ended up in a hot upper level conference room in an abandoned floor. After a while Terence, infused with residual hormones he had from a dream of Soo-Bin the night before in which he made love to her in the shower, and driven wild by her scent, decided to go to the bathroom. 

It was the first time he'd masturbate with Soo-Bin in mind. The fact that he'd put it off so long was a feat in itself, and when he came the semen had such force behind it that the stuff pinged against the urinal.

One night, at home, Terence's wife found one of Soo-Bin's hairs on his back. It must have been on a chair, and he sat on it. His wife held it out in the light. 

"That's not mine," she said, analyzing the length. "It's longer than mine. And blacker." She turned, a bemused look on her face, not really suspicious but wanting an answer. 

"Oh, I was at the library," he said. "I must have sat on someone's hair. You know those Koreans. They're all over the libraries." 

They laughed it off, but deep down Terence was thrilled at the notion of making up a lie for Soo-Bin, even if it was truly innocent. The reason, he realized later, is that his body wanted him to make up a lie for Soo-Bin for more prurient reasons. He had lied about her hair, but deep down he wanted to lie about her perfume smell, her lipstick on his collar, a scratch on his back, her pubic hair in his underwear. That night he went out and, despite the doubts, bought a little necklace and a 'Thank You' card. The next time he showed up for his appointment he handed it to Soo-Bin in a little wrapped box. 

"Terence!" She said, her pretty eyes widening. "What's this?" 

"An early Christmas present," he said. "I just wanted to say thank you for all your help so far. I'm glad you're my teacher." 

She smiled. "You shouldn't have," she said, and opened the box. Her mouth dropped open. "Oh, it so pretty!" She said. "How much... no, you shouldn't." 

"No, I want you to have it," he said, thinking that maybe giving jewelry to another woman was going a little too far. Then, to his surprise and delight, she smiled and hooked it around her neck. He came around and helped hook it. The necklace sparkled against her smooth neck. 

"It looks good on you," Terence said. 

"I know," she said. "Thank you so much. I just, surprised. I no expect this." 

"It was a spur of the moment thing. I just wanted to show my..." 

But she was already standing up. She came over and kissed him on the cheek. "You no need to explain. I know enough." 

He breathed in her smell. Even her smell made him tingle. She locked her eyes on his for a moment. Then they sat back down. They were about to start but then she set her pen down. 

"What your wife say?" She said. 

"What?" 

"What your wife say about you giving me necklace?" 

"I, um, well, she doesnt' know," he said. "I told you I want this to be a surprise." 

"Oh, she be surprised alright," Soo-Bin said, smiling naughtily. "She be very surprised at this. This be our secret." 

"And your boyfriend?" Terence asked. 

"Oh, he gone," she said, running her hand over her necklace. "I cannot concentrate on him much any more. He get upset, and leave. I no mind." 

"Can't concentrate on him much anymore," he said. "That's an interesting way to put it." 

She stuck her tongue against her cheek. "I think you know why." 

"Oh?" 

She looked around and got out of her chair. The upper floor was empty, as far as they knew. Soo-Bin walked over, put a hand on his shoulder. It had been an unusually warm December day and she was actually wearing a skirt. She straddled him. She threw her arms around his neck and smiled at him. Terence was very aware of how her panties were resting on his cock, albeit their genitalia were separated by three layers of cloth. She shifted, grinding her pussy onto him, and her eyes closed partway. 

'This is why," she said, and leaned forward. They kissed. He smelled her sweet smell, tasted her tender lips and tongue. She kissed him eagerly, drawing his tongue into her mouth. His hands wandered to her sides. If there was a last moment to stave off this assault on his fidelity, this was it. Instead his hands wandered over her, feeling her slim, firm curves. 

She rocked into him, and through his clothing his penis could feel the soft spot between her legs where the chords of her groin muscles ended. His penis responded in a manly, predictable fashion, twinging to life. He cupped her breast suddenly in his hand, kneading it. Soo-Bin let out a moan as they kissed. 

His cock grew and grew until it was a hard wedge between them. Soo-Bin rocked and rocked her pussy atop it, pulling her kiss away so she could take deep breaths as the pleasure of rubbing her clit on him waved through her. Soo-Bin's breath tickled his ears. His hand went up her thin shirt, finding her bra, prying under it. Her nipple was large and hard. She moaned and bit her lip. 

"Oh, Terence," she moaned, and stood up. Terence watched as she stood on one leg, reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties, first off one ankle and then the other. 

'Soo-Bin!" He said, looking around. 

"No one here," she said. "Unzip those pants. Let's let that big thing of yours out of his cage." 

Terence couldn't do it fast enough. He unzipped his shorts and opened the fold in his boxers, allowing his engorged penis to erupt out of the cloth, pulsing and aiming for the ceiling. Soo-Bin smiled and straddled him again, and this time the head of his cock found that soft spot, and she rocked her hips gently into him again and again, until his penis gradually penetrated. With each inch it went she moaned deeper and deeper, until finally her ass cheeks rested atop his testicles. He was fully inside her. 

"Come on," she  moaned, rocking her hips, feeling his manhood throb up and down her pussy. "Let's do what we wanted to do since we met." 

And with a start Terence realized that he HAD wanted it since day one, although his conscious mind hadn't admitted it until lately. But the desire had been there, in his subconscious, working to get out, working to get his penis between Soo-Bin's legs for months. The realization had an electric effect, and he bobbed his hips into her, making her bounce up and down like a pogo stick as she sat on his lap. Moaning, she rolled her head back, exposing her glorious neck, as her pussy admitted his penis in full. The thought of doing this to someone he shouldn't be doing it to thrilled Terence even more. 

In a moment the chair cracked, and they scrambled out of it, laughing, to avoid it falling apart underneath them. They looked at each other, then surveyed the room, looking for a spot to resume the activity. She smiled at him. 

"You have to take off your pants," she said. In a moment he saw why. She bent over the table, her legs spread, and hoisted up her dress, exposing her dripping pussy. Terence pulled his pants and boxers down with a jerk, making his cock sway, and then he came up behind her. His cock paused briefly, finding its groove again, and then it plunged deep into her waiting pussy, drawing a passionate cry from Soo-Bin. As he fucked her Terence leaned down to kiss her neck and ears. She grabbed his hands in front of her and held him close. 

"I love it, I love it," he whispered, his penis throbbing in and out of her. 

"What your wife say now?" Soo-Bin said. For some reason the question turned him on and he drove his penis harder. As their cries intensified she pushed him away and swiveled around, sitting on the edge of the table. She pulled him to her by his shirt, drew his hips to hers, and drew his cock into her again, and they went down the home stretch. 

"Oh, Terence, yes, Terence, FUCK me, Terence, FUCK me!" She cried, and he complied. 

"I'm gonna..." 

"DO it," she moaned. "Oh, COME, baby, COME, come DEEP..." 

He erupted inside her, and immediately he felt her vagina clenching and unclenching his cock in orgasm. He kept thrusting his cock into her pussy until he simply couldn't do it anymore. 

Terence pulled out and looked around. The floor was still empty. Soo-Bin had a flushed, dreamy look on her face. Semen leaked out of her pussy, pooled on the table and dripped on the floor. 

"That very nice," she said. "You come A LOT." 

"I think," he said, "I think my Korean still needs some work. We better keep up these lessons." 

She nodded. "Yes. And we better make them two hour. Just in case we get... distracted." 

Their indulgence rampaged through the rest of the semester. The next time they fucked in the library, on an old couch in the archives, they were caught, so they began meeting at odd places and times around campus: the Union, the bookstore, lockerrooms, dorms, where they'd test doors until they found one unlocked, and then fuck on a stranger's bed or futon. It was wild, exciting stuff. They sought to "Christen" a new building every time they met, and by December finals they had worked through a dozen buildings on campus almost undetected -- or at least unidentified. 

Their love affair stretched through Christmas break -- Soo-Bin canceled a trip home to Korea so they coudl see each other -- and into January, then February. It was hot as ever. Then one day in March Soo-Bin showed up looking very serious. 

"Terence," she siad. "I miss my period. I go to health center. I'm pregnant." 

They looked at each other for a long moment. Terence's mouth twinged, and then they smiled at each other. Soo-Bin squealed and threw out her arms, and they embraced. 

"I want your baby," she whispered into his ear. He nodded and kissed her neck. 

But another question weighed on Terence, which was, of course, how the hell he was going to be a father to Soo-Bin's baby when he was married to Sung-Kyung. He kept trying to bring it up with Soo-Bin. 

"Don't worry," she kept saying. "I work on it. I work on it. I'm thinking." 

Finally one day in April, a month after Soo-Bin told him, she sat down across from him at the coffee shop after dinner and said, "Let's go tell your wife about us." 

"What? Are you crazy?" Terence said. 

"I serious," she said. She looked at her watch. "We go now. Trust me. Things will work out." 

He looked at her. She shrugged. "You want us to work? Think, now. You love me? You want to have our baby together? You think, now." People around them glanced over. 

Terence had thought about it, hard. The truth, he came to find time and again, was that he never knew that love could be so intense as it was after he found Soo-Bin. And what stunned him was that his love hadn't dissipated at all, not even after a solid half year of screwing. Each time was like the first time. 

"Yes," he said. "I'm willing to do whatever I need to do, to have you." 

"Then you come," she said. "You be surprised." 

'Well, my wife is at a meeting tonight," he said. "She won't be home until late." 

"I know where her meeting is," Soo-Bin said. 

"We can't do this there! It's a faculty meeting!" 

"It is, is it?" She said, and raised an eyebrow. 

They got in her car and she drove him across town. They finally stopped outside a run-down apartment complex he had never seen before. Soo-Bin pulled into a parking space and Terence was surprised to see his wife's car in one of the spaces. 

"Come with me," Soo-Bin said. She led him by the hand up the stairs to apartment 12B. She dug a key out of her pocket, pressed her finger to the door, then put a finger to her mouth. "Shhhh." 

She unlocked the door and went in. Terence followed. The first thing he heard as they entered the darkened apartment was music. Sinatra. His wife's favorite. Then, behind the music, he heard a steady creaking, along with some very feminine moans. It was coming from a half-open door down the hall. The room glowed with soft light. 

Soo-Bin led Terence to the door, looked in, then motioned Terence to look. He did, and the first thing he saw were the clothes tossed on the floor. Then he saw a single bed, flanked by a small lamp, the mattress sagging under the weight of two naked, tangled forms, man on top, woman on bottom, her legs wrapped around his ass. With a start he saw a familiar mark on her left hip, and for a second he thought, 'She has a birthmark just like my wife's.' Then he realized it was his wife. 

She was getting absolutely rutted by the man laying between her thighs. They had come in at the peak of this particular episode, and his cock, in plain view, plunged in and out of his wife's pussy in long, strong pulls. His wife clung to the man. 

"Sung-Tae bin," she moaned, and emitted a flurry of Korean Terence couldn't quite grasp. Dirty talk. His ass and back flexed as he rocked his hips into hers over and over. 

Soo-bin pulled Terence to him. "Recognize him?" She said. He shook his head. She smiled. 

"My old boyfriend," she said, with a wink. 

Just then his wife and the man reached the finish. With a collective cry they came together, and Terence saw jets of semen spray out of his wife's pussy. Their fucking subsided, then stopped, and he pulled his enormous cock from her. It disengaged with a popping sound. 

Soo-Bin marched into the room. "I have something to say," she said, and Terence's wife shrieked. Her eyes went wide and she shrieked again when Terence walked in. 

"Terence!" She cried. "It's not... it's not what it looks like..." 

"Please," Soo-Bin said. "We listen to you for the past 10 minutes. Now you listen to us." 

She looked back and forth. 

"I have tested your relationship and it is weak," Soo-Bin said. "So I have no trouble take your husband from you." 

"Take... my... husband?" His wife said. 

"I'm pregnant," Soo-Bin said. "It is his." 

His wife shifted her gaze to him. "What? Is it..." 

He couldn't say anything, so Soo-Bin answered for him. "Yes," she said. "It true. We been having sex for, oh, past six month. It incredible. We fuck all over campus. Then I get pregnant." 

Soo-Bin looked at them both. "I have confession to Terence. I was with woman you call from ad in newspaper. We have plan with married men, that we flirt with them until we see if they respond, then report they need to work on making their marriage strong. But this was different." 

She came to Terence and took his hand. "I fall in love with Terence. I would normal break relationship when he try to give me gold necklace." 

"What?" Sung-Kyung shrieked. "A gold necklace." 

"But instead," Soo-Bin said, "I thank him by fucking. It because I love him." 

She glared at Sung-Kyung. "I still would have stopped if you showed that you still love him. But I ask my ex-boyfriend to try same thing with you, to see how committed you are. You should know, Terence, that Sung-Tae be fucking your wife for three month now." 

She took Terence's hand and pulled him from the room. "So this work out for everyone," Soo-bin said. "Let's go, Terence." 

Terence took one more look back at his wife. She sat there, her jaw slack. And then the door closed.  
