Hi bros, im sorry for the lack of updates recently. As I mentioned in an earlier post, i am in Vietnam on business, with only my official laptop and my phone (which im using to post this). Anyway, my trip was unexpected extended by a few days so i will only be back in SG on Tues night. Will try to post something by wednesday.
Jbzz
Hi everyone, I’m sorry that I haven’t posted any updates recently. When I got back to Singapore there was an endless pile of work waiting for me. I finally got a chance to write this evening, so I hope you guys forgive me for the delay.
Anyway, since the writeup is now 10,000 words long (that’s longer than my Honours Thesis lol!), let me remind all that this story (including this section below)is only up to 2 years ago, or sometime in late 2009.. Much, much, much more has happened since then, but it will take time to go through all of it. In fact, the story is still being played out today, as this affair is still going on.
I hope you guys understand if the updates come once every few days. I’m aiming for at least two updates this weekend.
Continued….
THE NEXT FEW MONTHS
That night of the confession really set the tone of our marriage thereafter. After that first night, my wife stopped hiding her affair with her boss from me, and often shared her “adventures” with him. She would dress up in front of me in the morning, often asking me whether I thought Mr Smith would like her in a particular outfit. She knew the effect it had on me, that first night had clued her in on the fact that a part of me found the whole affair incredibly arousing. She enjoyed toying with me, allowing me but a glancing touch of her full curves, before pushing me away and calling me a bad man. When she finally reached home at night, after fucking Mr Smith in his car in our basement carpark, her hair would be disheveled, her clothes rumpled, and a huge grin on her face. She would then regale me with sordid details of what she and Mr Smith did that particular day, graphically describing the sensations as he ploughed her holes. At the same time, she would have whipped my cock out and would alternate between stroking it and sucking, pushing me to greater heights of ecstasy.
Sometimes, she would kiss me on the mouth, and I could detect the taste of her boss’ cock, from sucking him off earlier. Other times, she would be on her hands and knees beside me, her head buried in my lap, with my rigid cock deep in her mouth, while I would finger her pussy and ass, feeling Mr Smith’s cum still in her. She would get really turned on by that and she would tell me that she “needed her husband to flush out her boss’ cum by fucking her hard”. This would drive me insane and I would fuck her as roughly and hard as my body allowed, often pulling her hair and spanking her ass till it was red. It dawned on me during those sessions that my wife had fundamentally changed. In the past, a light tap on her ass would lead to a long argument about how I didn’t respect her as a woman. Now she couldn’t get enough of being fucked hard, spanked, groped and pumped full of cum. She begged me to cum in her pussy, in her ass, and she would beg me for permission to allow her to swallow my cum, if I came in her mouth. I would collapse after these sessions, worn out and panting, as she excited bounced into the shower.
She had so much more life and energy in her now, and she seemed genuinely happy. I had lost my loyal, filial, albeit boring wife, and had inherited a ravenous sex addict in return. It hurt me terribly that she was blatantly cheating on me with her boss, but at the same time, I knew that I would not have the amazing new sex life if not for it. This dilemma and the regular bouts of depression did not go unnoticed, as she would put in extra effort to snap me out of it. Every time I began to talk about getting her to stop what she was doing with her boss, she would fuck me to exhaustion. Nothing was off the table. Beyond the now “normal” three holes, she would eagerly lick my ass while jacking me off. She sometimes would fuck her own face on my cock until she would tear, but would not stop until I came. She also began buying lots of slutty costumes and lingerie from online overseas retailers, and dressed up for me, and I’m sure Mr Smith (in fact, I suspect he was the main reason for the purchases). Those outfits, which included nurse uniforms, tight corsets, policewoman uniforms, little negligees and more, drove me out of my mind. She knew what worked with her curvy frame, and used it to perfection.
To be continued….
Invitation to Dinner
A few months in, it was a typical Thursday night. I had just completed the household chores when I hear my wife enter our home. I stepped into the hallway and looked at her from behind as she locked the front door. God she was sexy, and these days, she dressed to accentuate her sizable assets. Her ass looked so incredibly full and juicy, while also pert and firm, and I found myself rubbing my cock in anticipation for the fucking to come. She turned around and saw me, a smile crossing her lips, before they curled sexily as she noticed the growing bulge in my pants. “Miss me baby?…I know I missed you…” she said, as she walked over, her stiletto heels clicking loudly on the tiled floor, matching my heartbeat pounding in my ears. She reached me and rubbed her hand on my crotch, while unbuttoning her silk blouse with the other. She looked right into my eyes, licking her full pouty lips, which I guessed were wrapped around her boss’ cock not too long ago, and slowly slid to her knees, her blouse now open, her full 36DD tits hanging heavily in the cups of her black lacy bra. She kept eye contact as she unzipped my pants and reached in to pull out my cock, which was already rock hard and pulsating in anticipation. She looked at my cock, gently stroking the shaft and she leaned forward to lick a drop of precum from the head of my cock, sending electrical shockwaves up my spine to my brain.
God, she had gotten so good at this. In less than half a year, she had gone from a fellatio novice to a fully fledged cock sucking expert. She slowly wrapped her lips around my cock and started sucking on it, her tongue moving playfully and expertly along the sensitive underside of my rigid member, causing me to moan out load. She looked up and smiled at me, pulling my now wet cock out of her warm and inviting mouth. I reached down to cup her tits, squeezing them forcefully and pulling them out of her bra by her stiff nipples. She moaned in pleasure and pain, stroking my cock steadily, as my hands continued their punishing treatment of her full and tender bosom. I think a part of me wanted to punish her for what she was doing, and a part of me secretly loved being rough with her, especially after the years of boring, gentle “lovemaking”. But I also knew it wasn’t punishment to her at all, as she now loved being manhandled roughly. Where she would protest in the past, she now begged for more. I tweaked and tugged on her nipples, pulling them away from her, which just caused her to moan louder and resume sucking my cock hungrily. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, the pace quickening, and soon, I could hear her gagging as my cock forced its way down her velvety throat. Soon I was nearing the point of no return, as I felt my orgasm building. Just as she always loves to do, she stopped sucking my cock, and began rubbing the head and my balls, keeping me on the brink. I staggered as she kept doing this, my arms reaching for the walls to steady myself. She smiled gleefully, her juicy tits bobbing and swaying hypnotically, in tune with her arms. Occasionally she licked the head of my cock or sucked on my balls, which drove me even wilder.
Then, as she did so, she said, “Baby, my boss invited the both of us over to his place tomorrow night for dinner…I really think that we should go.” I looked at her, stunned. Mother fucking hell, she had done it again! She had brought me to the brink before asking me that. I had never met her boss before and a part of me never wanted to. On the other hand, I also wanted to beat his face in with a bat. She continued, almost in a whisper, “…he knows….that *mmmpphh* that you…know…” My cock seemed to double in size almost immediately as her worded seared in my mind, and I began to cum. She had not expected this, and she was surprised as the first shot of thick cum landed across her cheek. Shot after shot followed as my knees buckled, and my wife desperately tried to catch my cum in her now wide open mouth. Finally, after what felt like the biggest orgasm of my life, I fell backwards, lying on the bare floor. My wife dived forward, sucking my cock back into her mouth and began trying to suck whatever few drops there were left out of my cock. I looked down to see her pop my cock out of her mouth and she began using her slim manicured fingers to scoop the globs of cum from her face into her mouth. She swallowed my load, smiling as she gently began rubbing and licking my balls. She said, “That was a pretty emphatic yes!! I’m so happy that you will finally get to meet my boss!!” Then she said, “You guys have SO MUCH in common!!” She laughed at her own crude joke, finding it amusing that she was toying with and torturing my heart and soul. I looked at her as she moved to my cock, which was still semi-hard, and she began trying to coax life back into it. I knew from her eyes that she was not done with me that night, and I had no idea how to feel. In fact, my mind was only focused on her body and the meeting with her boss tomorrow. What would happen at dinner?
To be continued….
Bros, this will be my last post here. I had every intention of continuing the story but things have changed drastically, and my life is totally upturned. The day after my last post, something happened that drove me over the edge and forced me to take action. You can see from my profile that i have not logged in since that last post. Im sorry for the delay but too many things happened in a short time.
The short version is that i have filed for divorce and have moved out. I cant take the cheating and the shame any longer. I do not wish to relive the details but suffice to say, i have decided to respect myself. She can do whatever the hell she wants with her life. I appreciate all the support from you guys and i thank you for giving me the strength to finally pull myself out.
The incident that did it was when i got home that night to find her in our bed with her boss and his friend. What made my decision was that she didnt even pause when she saw me. I realised there and then that all the love was gone.
Two weeks ago, i met someone new, and while its early days yet, i am hopeful for the future. As i want to look to the future and not dwell on the past, i hope you will understand that i end things here.