My wife was crying and begging again and I could not believe how turned on I was.
Raja’s hand disappeared underneath the dress and Stella cried harder as she felt that filthy pair of hands on her most private region.
I saw Raja smile and talked again with Mooti and both of them stuck their filthy hands underneath my wife’s dress.
They got a little bolder and touched Stella’s breast too.
Then Stella screamed and begged again, trashing and kicking on the bed and it shocked both Mooti and Raja.
I checked the time. It was not meant to be a long session.
It has to be quick and fast .
I gestured to the 2 of them that it’s enough and they can go.
Mooti was a little more mischievous and he put his hand under Stella’s dress for another quick rub on her crotch and was rewarded with another round of trashing and begging from my wife.
I made sure the 2 of them left the house before I went back into the room.
Stella was sobbing uncontrollably on the bed.
She had tears on her face, saliva drooled from the side of her lips and her dress hiked up high onto her thigh.
I wish I could speak but I could not.
Because it was not over.
I opened my bag and I retrieved some items I prepared in advance.
I put on a shirt which smells of stale sweat. I took a run in it and made sure I soaked it through. I dabbled some indian scent and fragrance I got from Little india.
I lit up some cheap indian cigarette in the room and filled my breath with cheap smelly tobacco.
In short, I smell like shit.
I took a swig of alcohol from a plastic bottle I prepared and I approached Stella.
The moment I touched her, she screamed and begged .
I ignore her.
She kicked. She trashed but I managed to flip her around.
I continued puffing the smelly cigarette in the room as Stella struggled to get away from me.
I threw away the cigarette and I bent down to lick Stella on the face with my smelly breath and I could taste the salty taste of tears, sweat and fear.
I stripped myself and I could hear Stella beg and beg and beg..
Stella : Please…. No….. Dear~~!!!!.., wwere are you…. James….. ahhhhhh… please…
I pulled down Stella’s stocking and underwear, letting them bunch up below her knees. The elasticity of the fabric serves as a temporary restraint.
I positioned myself and I thrusted myself raw and deep into the recess of my Wife’s love hole.
It felt heavenly as i entered the unwilling hole of my wife. She was tight,she was crying and she was sobbing out of control.
Stella screamed and tried to squeeze me out but i held on.
I held on…
This is far from over.
I was perspiring, my whole body was sticky. Every part of my skin felt like it was caked in sweat and grime as I wrestled my way to enter Stella.
Whenever I pulled back in order to thrust back down, Stella would struggle with her life and squeeze me out.
When I got squeezed out, it’s really hard to get back in as Stella contracted all her muscles of the love hole, desperately trying to keep me out. It’s really hard to force my way into her.
It’s hurts a little for me too.
No, this isn’t some Japanese porn fantasy where the girl just moan and wait for you to enter her.
Stella was bawling out pretty loudly, shouting for help, begging for me to stop.
I kept trying to hold her up, to hold her properly so I can fuck her but it was a difficult task.
It was near impossible to get a good rythem going.
I would manage to squeeze myself in for a couple of strokes but I would get squeeze out the moment Stella caught her breath and regained her strength to tighten her vagina walls.
I could not believe how rock hard I was that day. To see my sweet innocent wife struggling and begging for help. It made me feel like i’m a monster.
I decided to change my approach and I held Stella down and I spread her left leg wide, lifting it up from the ground. The lack of balance ensured her own body weight kept her flat on the bed.
She struggled but I held fast.
I started fingering her, I knew her sweet spot. I knew where she liked to be touch and I applied the right pressure to the spot.
She was really wet. I’m not sure with what.
I swore I could smell some urine, definitely sweat and a mix of her sweet love nectar.
I fingered her swollen clit amidst her cries of help, perhaps among those cries were moans of ecstasy.
So many questions peppered my mind as I held her down.
I could feel more and more of Stella’s love juice coat my fingers, slowing dripping down to the middle of my palm.
Was she feeling aroused ?
Was she excited or was she scared.
What was going through her head at that point of time ?
I knew I was aroused.
I was aroused as I imagined my wife getting fucked like a slut by a construction worker after a hard day’s work. Someone caked with mud, soil and sweat.
The more she resisted, the more excited I got.
I knew how to read the signs even though Stella’s body was in severe distress. Her crying and moaning all jumbled into 1 big mix.
But I could tell, I could tell from the sudden twitch, that sudden sharp breath, that sudden tremble, the sudden pause in movement.
All these were signs. Signs that told me Stella was almost there.
Her body would recognised the signs, her nerve endings would recognise the stimulation.
It was the first time I saw it and I knew it was probably the last time since that would not be happening again. I would not be able to see my wife cumming in a rape scenario ever again.
That I was sure.
Stella’s head reared up for a sharp breath before she screamed.
It was a sharp shrieking scream of pleasure mixed with helplessness. She cried, she really did, sobbing and begging for me to stop.
How could I stop ? I haven even given her the ultimate feeling of helplessness yet.
The plastic sheet on the bed was by then a complete mess. Stella’s hair was matted and messy. Her body was drenched through and for a brief moment I felt a warm trickle running down her thigh and I could smell the acidic smell of urine.
It stopped almost immediately after it started.
I flipped her over onto her back and she started kicking and screaming but it was too late. With half her body on the bed and her legs flailing, I positioned myself in a standing missionary position in between her after I slid off the stocking and panty, letting them bunch up into a untidy mess by her left feet.
The moment Stella felt the touch of my manhood, she lost it again, crying and begging.
Stella : Noooooo… no… please…..ahhh.. ahh…. James ~~~~… James…. Where are you… ahhh…No…
It took me a while really, it’s not easy to enter Stella but when I eventually did, she screamed and kicked harder but it was no use.
It was no use.
I was in, and I buried myself really deep to the hilt of my dick.
Stella tried to squeeze, tried to squirm but it was no use.
My dick is not very long, it’s not even 6 inch, maybe just a modest 5.5 or a little lesser. There was only so much I could pump her before I got squeeze out.
It took me a while to get the rhythm up.
The moment Stella felt I won and got a rhythm going, she cried harder, pleading with me to stop.
Her fantasy of being helpless and raped, of never knowing who came and fucked her, of what she wrote on the piece of paper, I’m slowly realising it for her.
I did not last long. How could I possibly have lasted long.
I was doing Stella raw. The raw sensation of my dick rubbing against the walls of her warm vagina sent a indescribable feeling down my spine. Even after being together for so long, we always used condoms for most of our intercourse.
We are responsible adults after all and the last time I wanted was to have an unplanned baby.
We hardly did raw sex unless it was some special occasion, and only for a short while.
I held on tight to her calves, spreading her legs wide open as she cried and moan helplessly on the bed. I slammed myself down as hard as I could given my limited mobility.
And I was easily squeezed out but I persevered.
I could feel my orgasm building up.
I could feel that tickling sensation of my sperm ready to shoot out from my throbbing dick.
I was ready.
For the past few days, I made sure my diet was healthy, I made sure I had a balanced diet. I even took some vitamins given by the doctor.
I was ready to reproduce. I was ready to impregnate my unwilling wife.
Stella’s mind must be really messed up at that point in time. I could only imagine if I was her, I could be terrified.
She was being fucked raw, presumably by 1 of the indian worker she heard.
A sweet girl, innocent and homely being roughly violated by manual labourers. She must have had a lot of questions on her mind.
Will it be over soon ?
Will there be someone else ?
Will James come back and save me ?
And perhaps a dozen others that would never get answered.
I felt that familiar squeeze of my pelvic muscles and I tipped over the edge. I kept my voice low, I grunted and I moaned in a forced low tone, determined to mask the fact that it was me who came inside Stella and not some construction worker.
Stella felt the grunt and she scream.
Stella : No… no… NOOOO!!!!.. Please… don’t…
But it was too late.
Her screams were nothing but accompanying music as I deposited a good squirt of semen inside her unwilling and abused vagina.
Stella : No… please… ahhhh… ahh… no…
Stella’s voice was starting to get a little hoarse from her screaming and as if that were not enough to cement her fear, I jerked and squirted a few more shots, determined to empty myself into her love hole.
It was then I felt the warm trickle of Stella’s urine down my thigh, some squirted and sprayed onto my pelvic region as Stella cried and lost control of her bowels.
The orgasm must have brought back some sense into my sick head as I felt sorry and my heart ached to see my wife crying and moaning for me on the bed.
She was a sorry sight, her face wet with sweat and tears. Her hair messed up and matted untidily across her face.
Her dress stained with filth, urine and our love juice.
I pulled myself out and I carried Stella onto the bed, leaving her sobbing body on it’s own.
It was a really pitiful cry as I took in the sight.
Her bunched up panty and stocking, her messed up dress, her untidy outlook.
If there was one thing going through her mind it would be the thought of a stranger’s sperm.
A stranger she never met and probably never would.
A dirty filthy worker had just came raw into her sweet love hole. Every second that past, the filthy sperm were swimming up her vagina to her fallopian tube in search of her egg.
Her precious egg.
And it was no coincidence that I chose that weekend too.
Stella was due to ovulate that couple of days.
Her mind would be thinking of her egg getting fertilised helplessly by a stranger’s sperm.
How could she face her husband, how could she ever explain to her husband.
I hope her fantasy for helplessness had been fulfilled.
I left the room a little audibly, closing the door with a bang.
I waited 5 minutes before I opened the door again and I saw Stella sobbing uncontrollably on the bed.
I wanted to give her another jab of feeling helpless, of getting her fantasy fulfilled.
I spoke out.
James : Oh my god… what happened dear ? … What happened ?
I barely had to wait for 2 seconds as Stella screamed and cried for me. She kicked and struggled, bawling away like a big baby as she tried to tell me some indian contractors came while I was gone.
Listening to her cry broke my heart, I asked myself if I went overboard.
I untied Stella’s hands and they were sore and red around the wrist, there were some small cuts. I undid the blindfold but Stella’s eyes were still closed as she cried and she threw her hands around me.
Then I waited.
Then the crying stopped.
Then I saw the glare of her eyes.
It was one of confusion, one of wild disbelief.
She looked at my sweat stained shirt.
She smelled the cheap tobacco breath from my mouth.
Her mouth gapped opened but nothing came out.
I waited and we just stared at each other for a good 20 seconds.
James : You’re ok dear, it was me all along.
And then there was silence.
Then Stella screamed again, she screamed and cried, slapping me and grabbing my hair. I tried to calm her down but she was hysterical. She kicked and scratched me, crying and saying something I could not make out.
It took a good 15 minutes before she calmed down and just snuggled into my arms.
We spent 2 hours with saying anything before we washed up in the toilet and I cleaned up the room.
Even after returning home, Stella refused to talk to me.
I knew she was angry, anyone would.
It was a traumatic experience, anyone would have freaked out.
I did not push her, I gave her space.
I knew Stella needed her space.
7th may 2013
Tuesday
Stella and I hardly spoke and even if we did, it was only when it was absolutely necessary.
I wanted to give her time to think and sort out her thoughts.
I know her.
I know her personality.
When she’s ready, she would talk so no point forcing her.
10th May 2013
Friday
After 1 week of cold shoulders, Stella finally got a little better. She asked me out for dinner that evening and I could feel things going back to normal to a certain degree.
I apologised to her a few times, adding that I would never hurt her and it was never my intention to let her get in harm’s way.
She hardly spoke over dinner and even though she smiled more, I did not know if she was truly ok.
I found out she was truly ok at about 2 am on Saturday morning.
11th May 2013
Saturday
2am
I woke up with a jolt as I felt Stella straddle me.
I was honestly in a daze, in a half asleep mode.
But the words Stella spoke woke me up immediately.
I was instantly awake.
I knew instantly that Stella was ok.
If was as if a switch had been flicked.
Stella : Tie me up and fuck me.
I did.
And I did it again.
And again.
We did not sleep that Saturday morning.
We went again and again, replaying the same sick scenario in the comforts of our bedroom.
6.30am
We slept, we fucked and we slept and we fucked again.
It was the first time we did something like that.
We were both sleepy and tired by then and I was on the verge of zoning out.
Of falling into a deep sleep.
But right before I knocked out, I heard the words Stella said clearly.
Clear as a bell struck in the middle of a square.
Stella : How are we going to do the 3rd paragraph ?
I knocked out totally after that.
I remembered drifting off into a deep sleep.
A really deep one with a lot of dreams but I was unable to remember any of it.
I woke up around 12pm with a really bad headache and a rumbling stomach.
Stella was still sleeping beside me and I roused her from her sleep.
We just cuddled the sleepiness away before we laughed ourselves awake.
James : What was that ? haha
Stella : Hahah… I don’t know… it just happened.
We washed up before heading out for brunch. We had a hearty fare at the hawker centre near our place before we took a stroll back to our place.
I could tell Stella was thinking about what happened last weekend and I could feel she want to talk about it.
I wanted to talk about it too and I had a feeling she could sense it, just that neither of us wanted to be the first to bring it up.
5pm
Stella was stitching up a small open slit in her bolster on the sofa when I brought her a cup of coffee.
I took the seat opposite her and I just stared at her.
She shot me a glance before frowning up her forehead in a questioning look.
Stella : What ?
I just smiled and she continued her patchwork in the bolster.
She bit off the remaining loose end and kept the sewing kit away before disappearing into the room with the bolster.
Moments later, she came out and took the coffee before settling down onto the seat beside me.
I knew it’s hard for her to start the conversation.
I knew she would blush and feel awkward.
I decided to save her the embarrassment and asked her about the experience.
It was the only way I’ll find out how she felt.
It was probably the only way she could relate her feelings to me.
James : Dear ah…. How are you feeling ?
She nodded an indicative ‘ok’ but she did not meet my eye.
She just stared into her coffee cup, as if knowing what was about to follow.
James : Shall we ……. ? talk about it ?
Stella nodded again and I waited for her to put down her cup.
I started from the beginning, right from the start. I asked about what was going through her mind that faithful morning.
What was she feeling knowing that she was going to be taken by 2 Taiwanese client of mind which I supposedly arranged.
She took a while to collect her thoughts before starting.
Stella : I was feeling nervous and excited……was a little apprehensive and….. and… I was quite turned on.
She went on to add that the anticipation while she was waiting and every second that led up to the moment was mentally very arousing.
It was the wait
It was the thoughts.
The endless loop of thinking and thinking that excites her.
The thoughts of being fucked by 2 strangers she never met.
Stella tried to find words to describe what she felt but in the end she just said this ;
Stella : I really don’t think I could find any words to describe what I was feeling… it’s… it’s just…. I don’t know.
She ended it saying that her command of English was not that great to describe what she was feeling.
I did not know what was happening to me but I was getting an erection listening to Stella relate what happened that day.
It was really weird, I knew what happened that day but as I listen to my wife talk about her feelings, it still turned me on.
We moved on slowly but eventually we came to the part after I tied her up.
Stella said she was initially pretty excited the moment I left her alone. All that was running through her mind were just thoughts of my 2 Taiwanese clients.
Her thoughts were shattered immediately when she heard the voice of the 2 indian workers.
The moment she heard her voice, she was shock.
She did not know what to do and how to react.
The only thought that occurred to her was that some workers came back to finish up some work over the weekend and we were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.
The first thing she did was try to get free but she was tied up too tightly to break loose, the moment she realised that, she panicked.
Stella stopped talking the moment she got to the part where the workers started touching her.
I could see my wife struggling a little with her emotions but she was trying to control herself. I felt immensely aroused, thinking about my wife reliving her rape scenario.
Stella tried, she really did try to speak but no words came out.
Yes it was staged, yes I came inside her but at that point in time, she was not aware. I can only imagine what she was feeling, it had to be so real for her.
I took Stella into my arms for a while, I wanted her to calm down but she did not. Instead she started touching me.
I was surprised, but it was happening.
My shy wife started touching me.
It was a couple of strokes and off we went.
It was a really sick intercourse session.
Let me tell you why.
Stella straddled me before hugging me. She refused to look at me but as I hugged her and thrusted gently upwards, I could her hear speaking from the side of my head.
No eye contact at all, and she refused to face me.
Stella just wanted to talk by the side of my ears without facing me. I guessed she found it easier.
How could any sweet wife bear to relate her rape encounter in front of his husband’s face.
And with each sentence she spoke, I could feel myself getting more aroused, more horny. It’s really hard to describe, Stella on the other hand got wetter, her love hole got tighter as if she was squeezing down on me.
Stella : I… I was afraid… honestly I was …..freaked out.
I grinded myself against my wife, feeling every stroke I made into her warm vagina.
Stella : It was not enjoyable at all ….. I felt nothing but fear.. I hated…it… I hated them..….. but…. But…
I could feel myself grinding harder against her, thrusting my stiff meat pole into her lovely hole.
Stella : But now as I think back and recall…… recall the incident….. i….. i…..
Stella : I felt so aroused. …..
I increased my speed and pick up the tempo.
James : Don’t stop….. continue ….. tell… tell me….. tell me….. how did you feel when you recall the incident.
It was one of the few occasions that our bodies were in sync. I thrusted upwards the moment Stella squeezed her vagina down on me and every stroke felt heavenly.
Of course we did not manage to keep it up for long but I would say a well-coordinated tempo for 40-50 deep wet strokes is better that 200 lousy ones.
Stella was wet that day, I could hear the sopping sticky sound every time I entered and came out.
Stella : I…. i… feel so aroused….. so dirty…. As I imagine myself getting …. Getting….
James : Say it…. I want to hear you say it. ….
There was a brief moment of silence, and all I could hear was my wife panting beside my ear, Stella broke it barely a few seconds later.
The words she spoke was so foul, so dirty, and so downright slutty that I was sure she would not be able to say it if she was facing me.
There was no way she would say it if she was staring at me in the eye.
It was not something a sweet homely and shy girl would say.
And it was definitely not something I expected from my shy wife, but I heard it.
I heard Stella say it.
There was no denying that.
Stella : i…. i…. thinking back…… I felt so horny imagining myself …… imagining myself getting fucked by a construction worker…
James : So….. so.. do you like it ?
Stella : Ermm…. Erm… I …. I like the feeling of helplessness…
James : So …. You ….. like it… ?
Stella : ERmm…. ..yes…
I could not help it but had to say it out. I wanted to say it out loud and reaffirm the statement.
James : So you like getting fucked like a slut…… but other men….. is it ? …..tell… tell me…. …tell me honestly….
It was then I could feel myself reaching my big O and I thrusted the last few strokes hard to empty myself into Stella.
I was pretty sure my sperm shot further and faster that session because of what Stella said right before I came.
Stella : I …. i… like the helpless feeling of…. Of …… of being fuck like a slut by…… by a dirty filthy construction worker after a ….hard day’s work.
James : Arghhhhh… ahh… ahhhhhhhghhhhhhhhhhh
I came in a fit of spasm that evening as Stella moan softly beside my ear.
We cuddled up and fell asleep that Sunday evening without having dinner.
Ever since that weekend in May, Stella seemed to have opened up a little more. She was a lot less shy about using the dildos, she was a little more opened to sexual conversation even when we were outdoors.
Before that, any topics about sex were only discussed in the confines of our house or bedroom.
But after the weekend, Stella would sometimes talk about sex with me on the train, hushing the taboo subjects as she giggled a little mischievously.
It was a good 2 months.
We must have fucked at least 4-5 times a week for that couple of months.
I’ve never heard Stella talked about the 3rd paragraph or mention about my envelope during that period. We were enjoying our 2nd honeymoon phase.
I came raw each time but somehow, Stella still did not conceive.
We were not worried, since prior check ups told us we were ok, there was nothing to worry about.
It was just 2 good months of mind blowing sex.
Perhaps it was the colours in my cheeks, or the radiance I was giving out from being well satisfied.
Things went well for me in all aspect.
I got a promotion at work and received a modest 15% pay raise.
I struck 4D consolation prize twice in a week, netting Stella and myself an extra few hundred dollars for the month’s expenses.
I even won a silly lucky draw which got me an ipad.
Even the lift seemed to arrive right when I stepped into the lobby.
You might say I’m thinking too much but it’s undeniable.
It was a good period for Stella and me.
We loved it.
Even now we still talked about that 2 faithful months.
I think by now you already knew the contents of the 2nd paragraph , here’s the exact words my sweet innocent wife wrote ;
I would sometimes imagine a room, a quiet place, somewhere where no one will go to. I would somehow be inside, tied up and helpless. Someone might touch me, some might tease me, anything. But I’ll just be feeling helpless and there’s nothing I could do.
The topic of the 3rd paragraph never came up again and even when I asked Stella about it, she denied having said it.
Stella : Dear… it’s…. ok… I think it’s enough….. we don’t need to go there…
I just nodded with a reply.
I knew deep within Stella, there was just that bit of longing.
Perhaps just that bit of wish that it would happened.
Right up to this very point, I can safely say most of the events went according to plan.
More or less I would say.
Things went like clockwork, and I was thankful they worked out without any incidents.
Things started to go a little haywire in August.
It all started with a phone call.
One we did not expect to get.
A phone call that inevitably led to the 3rd paragraph.
We did not expect it to happen because honestly it was a little hard to get it done. There were just so many things to consider and Singapore is so small.
Seriously, fantasy being fantasy, end of the day, you have to be realistic.
The 3rd paragraph involved 2 main things.
Money and a willing honey.
When I received that phone call, I was on it for about 30 minutes. Stella was just doing some of her static workout on the mat in the living room.
She was perspiring, her sweat caused her skin to glisten and sparkle and I could hear her panting away.
It was not an easy phone call, there was a lot of explanation, a lot of proposals and counter proposal. Strings were being pulled, and favours were being called in.
I could not make a decision.
When I put down the phone, I went over to Stella and told her after she’s done, I need to ask her something.
3rd August 2013
Saturday
5.30pm
Stella : Yeah ? What is it ?
I waited for her to finish her drink of water before I spoke.
James : Dear….about the 3rd paragraph….
I paused and observed her reaction.
Stella was a little taken aback.
Stella : Dear…. No la… don’t need to go on… anymore…I’m already ….very happy already…..
She gestured to the box we tucked away in the corner of the living room.
Stella : Come… let’s do your envelope.
I smiled and I held onto her wrist, pulling her sweaty body onto mine.
Stella : EEEeeeee… don’t want la… I’m sticky and smelly…..
James : Dear…
I looked at her and asked told her that there’s been a bit of development. And there’s a very real chance of the 3rd paragraph happening if she was willing to do it.
Stella : what do you mean ? …. It’s… whose going to pay for it ? It’s not possible… No one would spend that money…
I smiled and told her the money is settled.
James : It’s….. it’s…. just whether you….. want to do it…
Stella shook her head.
Stella : No…. no … it’s ok James…. No I don’t.
I hugged Stella and whispered in her ears.
I whispered in her ears the content of the phone call and who it was from.
It took Stella a moment to digest the news.
Stella : I ….. I don’t believe you… … i…. i…
She just left me in the living room and she went off to take her shower.
I watched Stella disappear into the room.
She did not give me a reply, but I did not need her to.
I knew deep down she would do it. I just knew it.
What i did not know, was how different things would turn out when Stella and I embarked on that journey.
The phone call came from Kim. I definitely did not expect the call from him as he hardly calls me.
We corresponded mainly via mail and phone calls happen only when in Singapore.
I was a little surprised that he made the call from Korea.
Kim started off as a casual chat, asking how I was before going to the main topic.
Yes, It’s about Stella.
Kim is a married man with a kid. And I could tell he was a little embarrassed to be raising the topic of Stella with me.
He speaks decent English but still found it hard to express himself properly.
He started off asking about Stella, whether I was still booking her. I did tell her I was her regular and that was why I recommended her to him.
I could tell he was embarrassed over the phone when he casually asked if Stella was interested in travelling to Korea.
That was when I felt a moment of panic and I rejected him outright.
James : I…. sorry…. I don’t think she’s comfortable.
Kim said he’s willing to pay.
My concerns were genuine. There was no way I’m letting my wife go to a foreign country on her own to meet another man.
God knows what could have happened.
She could be sold to north korea as a sex slave for all I know.
I pushed up several excuses to Kim initially, saying that the Korean girls I’ve had in Seoul were so much better and prettier. He should be spoilt for choices.
Kim : No… No… it’s not… Stella’s…..natural… she’s pretty and sweet..
James : Haha. Hyung, there are so many pretty and sweet girls in Korea, I’m sure you are spoilt for choices.
Kim : Haha. Stella is different. I like her… she’s different. Are you still booking her lately ?
James : Ermm… yah…. Pretty regularly. Haha.
Kim laughed and said he would love to meet her again.
I told him Stella is holding on a full time job and it’s really hard for her to commit to meeting him in Korea. I also told Kim that she does not do this often, it’s really only for exclusive clients and only through recommendation and contacts.
James : I don’t think she’s comfortable going to Korea….
It was then Kim mentioned something which I felt was a little out of the blue.
Kim : James , tell you what…. Why…. Why.. don’t you book her…. And come together to Korea… we can…. We can share… hahaha.
I was a little taken aback as Kim’s suggestion but he continued.
Kim : Actually… actually. I want to meet … Stella…. But I also need…. Someone I trust around… it’s a little complicated…
I told Kim that the decision was not up to me but out of respect, I told him I would ask Stella about it.
I was about to hang up on the phone but Kim carried on talking.
Kim started asking me more about Stella.
Did she take bookings regularly?
What is she doing for her full time job ?
What does she like ?
Is she seeing anyone at the moment ?
Questions like that did not really sit well with me. Stella is my wife after all and if someone wanted to make her move on her, I have every right to step in.
Yes, you can argue she slept with Kim but I see it from a different perspective.
It was something physical.
Emotions were not in play, if they were, then things would get sticky and complicated.
James : Hyung, Stella is in logistics and shipping……. Ermm.. Stella is attached… she is getting married…. Soon… soon…
James: You are married too hyung, ….. I don’t think it’s a good idea.
Kim : Oh… oh… no…. no James… sorry… no… haha. I don’t mean that way… hahaha. Sorry. …. No.
He paused for a moment before explaining that he wanted to try something out but he was really uncomfortable doing it with another Korean. He wanted someone foreign.
He wanted it low profile and he figured Stella was his best bet.
Kim went on to say he was not comfortable talking over the phone but he really would want Stella and me over to Seoul if Stella was agreeable.
He was proposing that I book Stella for a trip and during the trip, we could meet up with him and work out some arrangement.
I told Kim I would speak to Stella about it and get back to him.
5th August 2013
Monday
9.15am
I barely sat down with my coffee when I boss summoned me into the office immediately.
He was smiling and laughing away, telling me I did a good job with Kim.
I just kept quiet and waited for my boss to carry on.
It turns out that Kim has commissioned the office on a couple of new jobs and has sent my boss a mail praising my professionalism for work done thus far.
It’s not some multi-million deals or anything but it’s still a decent profit considering that the he paid good fees and he paid on time.
He paid on time.
That is seriously a rare breed of clients.
One which my boss would love to have.
I have handled all of Kim’s jobs so far and needless to say, the new ones were past to me.
Kim called me in the afternoon and I thanked him for what he had done.
He emphasised that he hope I could convince Stella and he was also asking about what was Stella’s reply.
The truth was Stella did not give me a reply. I was still waiting for an answer.
I told Kim that Stella was considering his offer but she was uncomfortable.
James: It’s …. I donno… going to cost a bit… and with all the additional….
Kim cut me short immediately and told me not to worry about the money. He asked me to try and convince Stella and get back to him.
7th August 2013
Wednesday
I was having dinner with Stella that evening when I asked about her decision.
She was a little apprehensive and shy.
When dessert was served, Stella asked me what I thought of the proposal.
I was a little lost as I did not know what to say.
Seriously what do you expect me to say ?
A man offered to pay for both our airfare and accommodation to a foreign country so he could fuck my wife. What is the right reply ?
Now I was actually a little aroused thinking of the whole situation and I told Stella honestly about it.
James : I don’t know why but I felt pretty aroused by it.
Stella : What do you mean ? …. You… you mean… you want me to do it ?
I smiled and I held Stella’s hand and explained to her that it’s her choice. I just felt aroused thinking about it.
Stella : You…. You are aroused….. by me …. Sleeping with someone else ? ….
Stella asked that question slowly and a little shyly, I could see she was trying to choose her words but nothing could have replaced what she used.
They were direct and straight to the point.
I nodded and explained myself immediately.
James : Dear….. I think I need to explain myself….
I told her it’s not so much about her sleeping with another man that turned me on. It was more of her behaviour.
It’s the slut behaviour behind the whole thing.
I confess honestly over dessert that I get really aroused when I imagined her to be a cheap slut.
A cheap horny slut that would do anything for money.
James : It’s not you…. I know that… you are not someone like that but…. But… it’s just the thought of imagining someone as shy and as homely like you would have … would have a different side.
I could See Stella biting down on her lips, obviously embarrassed by what I just said.
James : It’s nothing to be ashamed off, we both know that is not the real you…. You are not like that in real life…
James : It’s… It’s just a different side…. A side only both of us would ever know…
I went on to explain that sometimes I would picture in my mind what she described to me about her encounter with Kim. It made me feel like I was watching a real life porn and she was the lead actress.
I could see Stella adjusting herself a little uncomfortably in her seat.
James : I… I don’t know… it’s just.. it’s just weird but I have to be honest …. I do feel angry, yet I felt aroused at the same time..
It was then Stella decided to join the conversation and she confessed that she was thinking about the offer from Kim for the past few days.
She too admitted that she had mixed emotions and feelings about what we had done so far.
Stella : I…. I donno how to say this but…. But.. to put it simply….. I felt aroused too.
Stella quickly put up her hand in a defending manner.
Stella : No… no.. don’t get me wrong, I’m not aroused by the thought of me sleeping around… it’s…. it’s just that…
Her eyes darted around for a bit, trying to search for the correct words.
Stella told me that she too was not aroused by fucking another man, it was the thoughts.
It was the imagination
It was the anticipation.
And after it happened, it was reliving the moment in her mind.
She said that reliving the moment together with me brought it up several notches. It’s just so different, knowing that she is safe in my arms, in the comforts of our own room, yet deep inside her mind, inside her dark mind she was reliving the moment.
Stella : I… I felt like a cheap dirty slut too but… but I love you James… it’s … it’s just…. How do I say this…. Oh dear…
I saw Stella buried her face in her hand and I knew nothing more needed to be said.
James : I love you too Stella…. I love you too…
Stella called for the bill, and while waiting for the waiter to bring it to us, Stella added something which hit the nail on the head.
Stella : I… I just want to be sure you are ok….. that you are ok with…. With all this…. It’s not about me…. I don’t want to do this just because you want me to be happy…. i… I want it to be about us too….
I gave her hands an reassuring rub and replied.
James : Yes Stella….. I know… I know… Let’s finish the last bit and enjoy it as a couple ? What do you say ?
Stella nodded and we left the restaurant.
You should have guessed the 3rd paragraph by now.
Here’s the exact words Stella used ;
I want to be a sugarbabe ( although I’m a bit overage ) hehe… I want to experience the feeling of being owned, being pampered and just being a toy , being nothing more than a plaything.
Would be cool if he whips out some fancy credit card, gives me one and bring me on a round the world trip.
After everything is over, he would give me a stack of dollar bills, maybe stuff it in my pants or something. Hahaha.
I must be mad.
Signed.
Stella.
Although it was not exactly what Kim was offering, it was the closest on offer.
8th August 2013
Thursday
9.45am
I gave Kim a call and I told him I needed a few details.
I told him Stella was a little apprehensive, she wanted to know what was required of her.
Kim was a little evasive and he said he did not want to get over the details on the phone.
He said to just treat it like the usual arrangements for now.
I told him when he would want her over as we needed to make arrangements on our end too.
Kim did his homework
He did.
He knew it was a public holiday the next day and he actually asked Stella and I to take the evening flight over that day.
I told him I needed to check with Stella.
I was excited that it was going to happen and in the back of my head, i was thinking since it’s going to happen, why not just go ahead and get it over with.
Kim went on to say he will email me some details about the accommodation arrangements he made.
After discussing with my wife, we decided to take a flight over on the next day.
We applied for 5 days leave each the following week.
Kim mentioned he would want to show us around too and he wanted to play host.
Kim asked for my account and he TT transferred $5500 over to me for air tickets and to cover the cost for booking Stella.
I never did tell him how much it cost, Kim never asked.
Stella and I fucked like rabbits the moment we got off work and met each other at home.
It was as if a switch had been flicked.
We were both feeling the high of what we were about to do.
We were going to fly halfway around the world just so another man can fuck my wife.
Stella was really aroused that Thursday evening and it was as if all the inhibitions, all her shyness magically disappeared.
My shy bashful wife became another person that evening.
She used words so vulgar that it made my dick throbbed.
Stella : Fuck me James…. Fuck me like I’m your dirty cheap slut.
I was shocked, I never expected those words to come out from my wife.
I did.
I fucked her.
I drove myself in deep into her love hole, I squeezed and fondled her breast roughly as I smack my pelvis onto her.
Amidst our screams and moans, we hugged and clawed at each other, kissing and tasting each other’s sweat.
When we were both panting and exhausted, we felt a certain sense of normalcy coming back into our mind.
No more vulgarities. No uncouth words. No slutty Stella.
Just my sweet shy wife.
Stella started packing her bags, and I started packing mine. It was literally baking over in Korea, so we packed light.
The e-tickets were printed and ready to go.
We double checked the location where we were supposed to meet Kim
We set the alarm and right before we snuggled into bed.
As I pulled the blanket up to my chin that evening, I was thinking about what Kim wanted.
I tried to put myself in his shoes and think but I could not get any idea.
Why Stella ?
That was the first and only time I wondered if Stella actually did tell me everything that happened during her first encounter with Kim.
I drifted off to a deep sleep shortly after.
………………
9th August 2013
5.30am
Stella and I arrived at the airport for our flight to Seoul. Since Kim was paying, we just booked SQ.
We strolled the duty free area after checking in and we bought some chocolates and sweets before settling down for a coffee.
It’s not our first trip to Seoul but we were both excited.
It was a sick kind of excitement as Stella and I sipped our coffee in the departure lounge.
I asked Stella if she was having butterflies in her stomach and she nodded.
We were both dressed rather casually, Jeans and a T-shirt.
Stella had a backpack as a carry on and I pulled along a small trolley case.
8.00 am
Departure.
I was looking around during the flight , I was looking at the people around me. There were people going for their holidays, there were Koreans returning home, there were businessmen going to close some deals.
And there was us, going to Korea to meet Kim.
Stella and I did not talk much during the flight.
3.45pm
The plane landed in Incheon International airport.
Stella and I left the terminal and took a limousine bus to Myeongdong.
We were a little early as we were only due to meet Kim for dinner at around 7+ in the evening. The bus ride took a little more than an hour and we got to the shopping belt at 5.15pm
We checked into the hotel Kim arranged and Stella and I had a room each.
I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as we went up to the room.
My room was a simple one, 2 beds. I left my luggage and I went a few doors down the corridor to Stella’s room.
I had an instant erection as I stepped into the room.
It was at least twice the size of mine.
Stella’s room had it’s own living area, a huge bathroom and yes, a fucking big poster bed.
Stella too was a little shock as we stood in the middle of the suite.
It was big.
My eyes took in all the furniture in the room, looking at all the tables, the sofas, the racks for the magazines, the pantry, the bathroom, the changing area.
My dick was pushing against my pants thinking of how my sweet wife was going to get fuck in that suite.
I was a few doors away, there was no way I could hear anything.
If it was a connecting room, I would have pressed my ears so hard against the door just to hear something.
Maybe a stray moan, maybe some hard smacking, but no.
I was fucking 4 doors away.
I felt this stone like weight pressing down on my chest knowing that I could only sit like a useless wimp in my room while my wife gets enjoyed by Kim.
Yet the same sick sense of arousal crept up my spine, giving me an raging erection.
We wanted to do some light shopping before meeting Kim, but seeing the room, we could not resist.
I kissed Stella as she backed towards the poster bed.
We were both a little sweaty, we stink of sweat and grime from the long plane ride but we did not care. We fucked and moaned in the big room.
I was on top of Stella, and I bent to look at my dick coming in and out of Stella’s wet soppy hole, at the same time I was imagining that perhaps in a few hours, it would be Kim.
It would be Kim’s dick going in and out of my wife’s tight love hole.
Stella was moaning pretty loud as I thrusted into her.
Perhaps it was because we were overseas, or maybe she was preparing herself to become a slut that evening. She moaned and spoke the foul slutty words I asked her to say the last time we fucked.
Stella : Fuck me James…. Fuck me…
I pounded harder as I watch her face frown and her lips pursed together, pushing out a breathless moan as I feel the tight grip of her vagina walls.
James : Arghhh…argh…aghh…
Stella : James… dear… dear…… … I’m…. I’m feeling so turned on … thinking…. Thinking…. Arghhhhh.. aghh…
I paused and kissed Stella, asking what was she thinking of.
Stella : Thinking… thinking that Kim would be fucking me on this same bed this evening….
I digested that sentence in my brain and it made me so mad.
It made me so fucking mad and aroused that I slam myself hard into Stella, causing her to moan and beg for me to stop.
Stella : Arghhh…aghh… nooo…. No… please….
Then it was an instant mind fuck for me as Stella started pleading with me. Pleading with me to stop.
That helplessness, that slut moan that reminded me of her helpless pleading that day in the empty hdb flat.
Her helpless bound body getting defiled by a stinking construction worker.
I could not bear the thoughts, I can’t hold it any longer and I came, sputtering my sperm deep into her vagina.
We cuddled up on the bed and I was about to offer to finish it for Stella but she refused. She said she was aroused, she’s feeling a little out of her own self.
She wanted to wait for Kim.
She immediately explained that it’s not she wanted Kim, she just wanted to keep her body hungry and craving for an orgasm.
We washed up and put back the same clothes before we left the room.
6.55pm
We took a train to the meeting area in Namdaemum and we waited for Kim outside a particular restaurant that sells BBQ food.
Kim arrived at 7.25pm and he immediately shook our hands and welcomed us to Korea.
We entered the restaurant and Kim did the ordering.
Stella and I were both hungry. The food was really great, the grilled meat, the well marinated ribs, all the side dishes were amazing.
We ate and chatted like old friends.
Stella laughed, Kim did a small skit about a recent embarrassing incident in Shanghai when he was trying to order food but was misunderstood.
I on the other hand was trying to watch my behaviour and the words I said.
Stella did not speak much and I could tell to a certain extent, she was careful with her behaviour and words too.
The last thing we wanted was for Kim to know we are husband and wife.
We finished plates of meat, vegetables and yes, bottles of alcohol.
No it was not excessive to the point that we would all get drunk.
It was enough to keep everyone’s cups filled and high.
We toasted countless times, we played drinking games that Koreans played. Never once during the dinner was anything mentioned about what was going to happen in the evening.
9.30pm
Kim asked for the bill and he said we all should find a quiet place to talk.
We shared a cab and we arrived back at the hotel at 10pm
We took an elevator up to the room and all of us were quiet.
There was a dreadful silence in the lift, only the sharp chime of the bell announcing the arrival of our floor was heard.
I allowed Kim to go first, but he in turn gestured to Stella to go ahead.
I watched as Kim stepped out of the lift.
Stella was taking a slow walk back to her room. Her jeans which she wore for the whole day was smelling like what we had for dinner. I could literally feel the scent of BBQ meat radiating out from all our clothes.
I could tell Kim was looking at Stella’s backside. The way it was tightly embraced by her jeans.
Was kim thinking about the same thing as me ?
Was he imagining how Stella’s underwear smell like after being in them for a day ?
Was he imagining banging her while she was dirty and sweaty after an evening of Korean BBQ ?
Stella passed my room and we went on.
I followed too.
She stopped outside her door and she turned, looking at us both.
There was a look in her eyes.
It was as if she was really a social escort.
Her eyes darted to Kim first then to me, as if she was asking which man she should fuck that evening.
Kim gestured for us to enter the room and we did.
We sat down at the living area and Kim went to the mini bar and brought out more drinks and some snacks.
Kim and I sat opposite each other on the single seater sofa while Stella took the 2 seater on her own.
Kim poured all of us a drink and he thanked Stella for agreeing to travel all the way to Korea.
It was then Kim requested for a moment alone with Stella.
Kim : James…. Can… can I talk to Stella alone for a while…. I’ll talk to you…. Separate…later.
I felt an instant rise in my erection and I could see a sudden stroke of realisation in my wife’s eyes.
I nodded and excused myself, saying that I’ll go take a shower first.
10.20pm
I took my time with the shower and I was keeping my ear open for the room phone in case Kim called.
Every second seemed to crawl by and I was dying to know what was going on.
Has it started ?
Is Kim fucking Stella while I shower ?
Is he forcing himself on her ?
Is Stella moaning like a slut for Kim ?
A hundred fucking questions bombarded me but I could not answer them .
I paced up and down the room and the phone finally rang.
I answered it immediately and Kim wanted to talk to me.
I went over to Stella’s room and Kim opened the door.
Immediately my eyes searched the room.
Was the bedsheets ruffled ?
Was the sofa soiled ?
Was the tables and racks shifted ?
I was searching for evidence of sex. Of evidence that Stella had been fucked by Kim but there was none.
Stella was just sitting at the Sofa staring at her feet. She was sitting on her hands, her legs swaying a little and she did not look at me.
Kim asked Stella to go into the room for a bit and he poured me a drink.
Kim : James…I spoke to Stella…. She is ….. okay… to do it…
Kim then went on to explain what he wanted.
As he went on, I had to control myself from bursting at my pants. Each sentence he spoke a more foul and dirty that the earlier one.
Kim was obviously embarrassed by what he was saying and he kept drinking, hoping the alcohol would mask the fact that he was embarrassed.
As the got to the end, I finally understood why he wanted Stella.
Why he could not do it with another Korean.
It would happen on the last evening before we leave.
For the rest of the stay, we would make arrangements for Stella to service him .
Service.
That was the fucking word Kim used.
Service.
Now i also understood my role and why he asked me there. It was in a way an insurance. In case things go wrong.
I nodded and told Kim not to worry about it.
Deep inside my heart I realised I was not that sick afterall.
Kim : Okay. Good… James…. Now we got…. Business out of the way… we should relax… haha.
Kim seemed a little tipsy and he asked Stella to join us.
Stella did not dare to look at me in the eye.
Kim changed seats to the 2 seater sofa and patted the seat beside him, asking my wife to join him.
Kim : Come… stella… come… here… haha.
As soon as Stella sat down, Kim’s hand went around her shoulder, stroking her arms.
Stella bit her lips, obviously embarrassed and feeling uneasy.
I was still around.
How could a wife allow her husband to see her being violated by another man ?
I knew Stella would feel out of place if I was there so I tried to excused myself.
James : Ok Hyung, i….ermm….. I’ll see you all tomorrow ?
I stood up and was about to leave when Kim spoke a little loudly, asking me to stay.
Kim : No… No! James… stay… stay…
Stella immediately panicked and said she’s sorry and that it’s only one person only.
Stella : Sorry… sorry Mr Kim. Only one person
Kim : ARghhhh.
Kim waved Stella off rudely and said he’ll pay.
I could feel things was about to escalate out of hand and I quickly said it’s ok, I’ll excused myself but it was too late.
Stella was trying to hold onto Kim, pushing away his advances.
His hands tried to grab Stella, Stella’s hands tried to push his away.
Stella : Sorry Mr Kim…. Mr Kim… only one person …. Please.
Kim drained the last of his Soju from the bottle and he retrieved his wallet.
He took out some bills in Korean won and folded them into 2 before trying to stuff into Stella’s jeans.
He kept nodding his head as if saying he understood.
Stella was panicking a little by then and I could see her looking at me for help.
Of course she would panic.
How could she not.
How could she remain calm when her husband was in the same room as she was being fucked by a drunk man.
I could see Stella was on the verge of tears as she tried to talk to Kim .
As I watch the exchange, I felt blood rushing to my dick. It caused my erection to strain so hard against my pants that I felt a little painful.
Stella’s pleading and helpless eyes and Kim’s relentless advance.
Then Kim lost his temper.
Kim : ARghhhh… James!… hold her… hold Stella.
I could see the look of desperation in Stella’s eyes, she looked lost, unsure, and definitely she did not want to be taken in front of me.
Kim : James… quick… hold Stella..
Stella : No.. Mr Kim… please… one person only…
Then I felt my body move.
My body moved on it’s own.
I was conscious, I knew what was happening yet I could not control myself.
I watched as my right hand took hold of Stella’s right hand, and my left took hold of her left.
Stella’s turned, a look of sheer confusion as she shook her head.
I could see her mouth “ No “ , her frown on her forehead getting deeper as the sense of helplessness dawn on her.
She must be feeling confused and unsure, she was being held by her husband, the man she loved and married and she was about to be taken in front of him.
Any good wife would wallow in shame.
Stella : No… please…. Don’t…
Kim : Stella…. Come on… James and I, we both have… book your service before… is same… is the same…
I held onto Stella’s hands and without her interference, Kim was free to advance.
He immediately grabbed and fondled my wife’s breast, Stella turned and looked at me, mouthing the words “ How ? “ “ What to do ? “
I could tell she was genuinely worried.
Getting your fantasy fulfilled was one thing, but getting fucked in front of the man you love is another.
I made sure Kim was not looking and I told Stella it’s ok….
I told her I’m ok .
I could see Stella’s face turning a bright shade of red. The shame… the embarrassment must be overwhelming.
I mouth a final sentence.
I told her to close her eyes.
To close her eyes.
I could see Stella swallowing a big gulp of saliva.
Then her eyelids slowly fluttered.
Then it slowly lowered.
Then her eyes were closed.
I held on to her hands.
I held onto Stella’s hands, my wife’s hands as Kim fondled and squeezed my wife’s tender breast.
I was feeling fucking aroused and angry.
Angry at myself, aroused at the scene.
Kim pressed his face to Stella’s chest area, using his face to smell and massage Stella’s breast.
He took repeated deep breaths, smelling my wife who had not showered and bath since we left for the airport back home.
It was a fucking erotic sight.
Then it happened.
Kim reached for Stella’s Jeans, unbuckling her and trying to pull the tight jeans down to the floor.
I could not believe that was happening.
Me holding onto my wife’s hand as another man pulled down her Jeans.
Stella was wearing a plain cotton panty that was pinkish in colour.
Kim did not care she was wearing it for the whole day.
Kim did not care she wore it for the long plane ride, perspiring and staining the panty with her sweet love juice and sweat.
He did not care she stank and smell like our BBQ dinner.
I saw him spread Stella’s legs apart, and he pressed his face onto my wife’s groin area as his hands took hold of Stella’s thighs, stroking them at the same time.
It was too much for me bear witness to.
The confusion, the disbelief of what was happening in front of my eyes.
I could tell Kim was kissing and sucking Stella’s underwear, digging into her love hole with his tongue.
There were some wet sucking sound.
Zhoozztt…zoot….szzzzoooot…soot…zoot….ahhhh..zoot…s sszzzoot..ahhh..
I felt my hands go weak and I dropped Stella’s hands.
Stella’s eyes were closed but I could see her heaving chest, her deep breathing. She was enjoying it. She was enjoying getting the filthy slut love hole sucked and prodded by Kim.
Then the ultimate act of shamelessness happened..
It happened in front of my eyes.
As Kim dug harder and suck louder onto Stella, I saw Stella’s hands went to Kim’s head, stroking him through his hair.
Her eyes remained tightly shut.
Tightly shut.
How could she bear to look at her husband ?
She turned slightly away from me but I could still see.
I could still see her mouth parting slightly, and i could tell she was fighting to hold it in but in the end, her reflexes took over.
With an uncontrolled shiver, the lips trembled, her mouth parted.
Her eyes opened wide for just a second and she immediately looked away and she gave out her first moan.
It was a breathless moan. One which was fought really hard to hold back yet it inevitably escaped from my wife’s mouth.
I was rooted to the carpeted floor. Really rooted to the ground.
I did not know what to do, how to react.
There, right in front of my eyes was another man sucking and drinking away at Stella’s moist pussy.
Stella kept pursing her lips together, pressing them, her frown on her forehead deepen and receded countless times. I could tell she was holding back, she was really holding back from moaning in pleasure in front of her husband.
How could she moan in ecstasy when she was having her most private region licked, prodded and sucked by another man.
Periodic moans of helpless pleasure escaped Stella’s mouth every once in a while, everytime Stella could no longer hold back, she would give out a blood curling moan so erotic, it made my toes curled up and the hair at the back of my neck stand.
Stella : Erngnnggg…. Erngghhhhh… ergngggnnn ahh… ahhhh…
You could tell from the rising intensity of Stella’s helpless cries that she was really enjoying getting her dirty wet hole licked and serviced by Kim.
My legs felt numb but I found the strength to reposition myself for a better view.
Stella saw me changed my position to see what Kim was doing and she quickly turned away from me, determined to hide her shameful face.
Stella was really wet, Kim’s mouth was stained, wet and the glossiness of Stella’s love juice coated his chin, his lips, his cheeks and bits of his nose.
Kim was breathing hard.
Stella’s soiled underwear was stained through, soaking wet with Kim’s saliva and her own lubricant.
I did not know what to do.
I really did not know what to do.
Maybe in a Japanese porn or some HK AV show, I would whip out my dick and it would be a glorified threesome but that was not the case.
I was really lost.
You might think you know what to do or you might think you have what it takes to react appropriately at that point in time but it’s difficult.
It’s really difficult.
The amount of random emotions and moral thoughts rushed through my head, my erection throbbing away, amazed at the sight that was in front of me.
My ears was filled with Kim’s slurping sound and Stella’s helpless moan.
It was impossible to make a decision or to even move.
My wife.
In front of my eyes.
I never knew how I was supposed to feel, how I was supposed to react.
I just stood at the side like a block.
Kim straightened himself for a breather and Stella panted for breaths of fresh air.
Kim : James….are you ok ?
I could only nod in a really blur manner as Kim stripped off his shirt and struggled with his pants.
Stella was trying to push herself up from the sofa but she was slipping on the smooth fabric.
I could feel my heart thumping.
It was going to happen.
I could see it, I could feel it.
Stella was desperate to get up and get away. At least away from my sight.
I could see she was trying to make for the room, if she could get in, she could close the door on me. Kim would be focused on her and would hardly be bothered about me.
Stella managed to put 2 feet on the floor but Kim’s hand went around her waist and pulled her back onto him, sitting my wife down onto his lap with his exposed dick flailing around.
Stella : Arhhhhhhhh….. Mr Kim.. wait… wait…
Kim : James…. Get me a condom… please… quick.
Kim fondled Stella’s breast, squeezing them as my wife squealed and tried to push Kim’s hands’ away.
I quickly went to Stella’s toiletries bag and retrieved a condom for Kim .
Kim wanted me to pass to Stella.
Kim : Put on for me…. Put on for me Stella.
I could feel the hard push of my dick straining against my pants as I saw Stella’s face turned bright red. The shame, the embarrassment of having to put on a condom for another man in front of her husband must be too much to bear.
Stella hesitated and Kim spoke again .
Kim : Do it Stella, do what you did that day in the hotel…. I like that.
I felt a stone dropped on my heart as I saw Stella’s obvious discomfort.
What did Kim mean ?
What did he mean by what she had done previously ?
With that Kim took over the wrapper from Stella and tore open the condom.
I was flabbergasted as kim squeezed Stella’s cheek with his hand and popped the condom into her mouth.
Stella did not dare to look at me.
How could she.
She did not even tell me about that.
Kim stood up and he nudged Stella down.
I watch my wife get down on her knees and she opened her mouth, receiving Kim’s unwashed dick.
I wanted to explode, I wanted to grab Stella and fucked her so bad as I watch the scene unfold in front of me.
My sweet wife unrolling the condom onto Kim’s dick as Kim thrusted his penis deeper and deeper into Stella’s mouth.
My erection was raging hard as I watch Stella closed her eyes and pushed and nudged the condom into place.
Kim wasted no time and he gestured Stella to stand up.
Stella immediately asked Kim to go into the room.
Stella : Mr Kim…. Let’s go into the room.
Kim nodded and Stella saw it as an opportunity to get away from me. Get away from the shame of being fucked in front of her husband.
I did not know what came over me but I went along and entered the room.
Stella was shocked and I could see she was about to scream
Stella : James !…. what…. What… are ….
But Kim did not give my wife too much time to idle around.
He flipped Stella onto her back and spread her legs.
Stella : No… no… wait… Mr Kim… please…
Stella plead… she really plead and she tried to stop Kim.
She did not want to be penetrated in front of me but it was too late.
Kim entered Stella, he brushed her soiled wet panty aside and he pushed his thick hungry dick into my wife.
I felt as if someone had struck me in my stomach and I felt all the air leave my lungs.
I stood barely a metre away as I watch with my own eyes another man penetrating my wife.
Stella : ARhggghh…. No…. no… Mr Kim ..
Kim wasted no time, he worked up a rythem, smacking his pelvis down onto Stella’s wet hole.
Stella : Arhhh….. arghh…. Stop please.
I could not take it anymore.
The scene was too erotic and sick.
I stripped my top and pulled down my pants.
Stella saw what I was doing and she panicked.
Stella : James… Dea… James…. What … arghhh… ahg….
It was fucking arousing seeing Stella try to speak as she was fucked repeatedly by Kim.
Stella : Arghhh..urghhh…erghnn… James…. No..
I got onto the bed and Kim gave me a huge grin.
Kim : ARghh… James… Stella is so tight…. It’s so… comfortable … to fuck her…. ARghh..
I could not believe the words Kim was saying.
Another man telling me he loved fucking my wife in front of my face.
Stella’s eyes tear up, I could tell from the wetness that she was about to cry.
The humiliation of being fucked in front of her husband was too much for her to bear even though it was her fantasy.
Stella :ARghh… ergnnhh… arghh….
It was then Kim said something that made me even more hornier.
Kim : Stella…. .. you …. James… say you are getting married….. arghh arghh… arghhh…..
Kim flipped Stella over onto her knees, indicating that he wanted to doggy her.
Stella turned with some help from Kim and she moaned again when Kim re-entered her from behind.
Kim : Stella…. Your… your husband is a lucky man… arghhh ahh .. arghh…. You are wonderful…arghh..
I almost came listening to what Kim was saying and Stella just moaning away.
I could not take it anymore and I held Stella’s left hand, the side where I was and I put it to my erected and throbbing dick.
I gestured for her to masturbate for me.
Stella refused.
She refused to masturbate for me while she gets fucked by Kim.
I pulled her hand again but she pulled back again, moaning as she felt her love hole get ploughed by Kim’s thick and long penis.
Kim saw what I was doing and he laughed.
Kim : James…. Wait… wait you turn man…. She is still very tight….. haha.. arghh..aghh..arghh..
Kim stopped and he withdrew himself.
He helped Stella strip off all her clothes.
My naked wife was perspiring all over, I could tell she was tired after a long day and she was panting for air.
Her butt cheeks red with all the smacking, her hair in a mess.
Kim went missionary on my wife, and he tried to French Stella but she turned away.
I could hear him laughing and kissing Stella loudly on her cheeks, on her neck and on her forehead.
Smoochh….zoott….zhsommooet….
It was the sound of wet sweaty kisses as Kim continued fucking my wife.
I could not take it any longer and I began stroking myself, masturbating myself to the sick scene of Stella getting fucked like a slut.
Then Kim announced he was coming..