Chalet
My wife came home from the chalet in the morning of the fourth day.
She said she was exhausted. She said the East Coast was really packed and noisy. She said she barely slept. Her voice sounded normal, but her tone was flat, like she already prepared what to say. She put her bag near the door and went straight to the bathroom. She did not sit down to talk or ask how I was. She closed the bathroom door and stayed inside for a long time. Longer than usual. I just sat on the sofa listening to the sound of running water, trying not to think too much. After all, she had sent me photos of the chalet and her two other female ex-school friends. The chalet room looked ok, full of woman toiletries. Their BBQ looked simple and badly set up. Some food looked like they were not fully cooked, which I texted her to put back onto the pit. Nothing out of the ordinary.
When she came out, she looked clean and calm. Like, too calm for someone who was tired from three days of socialising. Her hair was still damp. Her face had no expression. She walked past me and said she wanted to rest.
That night, she did not talk much. She lay on her side of the bed and faced away from me. When I touched her and cuddled, she shifted slightly and said she was very tired. Her tone was calm and quiet. I pulled my hand back and stared at the ceiling.
The next day, she behaved as if nothing had happened.
She woke up late. She moved around the house normally. She used her phone often, but not in the frantic way she used to before her other outings.
I asked casually about the chalet.
Jane: Aiyo, you know them lor. Bring so many things for three days only. See I packed so little. Then we go shopping there and they bought even more, Hai…
Jane: The BBQ got leftover food. Everyone like want to cut down weight, eat so little. Then you know Susan la, she says waste food and she eat the most.
Again, nothing out of the ordinary. She complained about the cleanliness of the chalet. Very typical of her. Her descriptions were calm. That felt strange. Jane used to talk a lot about her experiences.
What hurt me more was how distant she became afterward. She rejected me for sex again. She said she was still tired. She said her body needed time. She said she was not in the mood.
Days passed. Then weeks. Then her period came
She did not initiate any affection. She did not hug me. She did not kiss me except for the same brief peck on the cheek. Her lips stayed closed. I realised something seemed to have changed.
Before this trip, there had still been tension. Maybe guilt. Avoidance. Hesitation. After this trip, there was calm.
That calm terrified me.
She no longer looked like someone hiding something.
She looked like someone who had already accepted her choices.
I began replaying the timeline in my head.
Three days, she said.
While she sent me photos here and there, she was unresponsive for some parts of the days. Strange, she should be free after dinner time. Her location messages were vague. Her replies were short but confident.
Was I overthinking?
After that chalet, I started noticing patterns I had ignored before. Jane became more organised with her time. She planned her days carefully. She informed me of what she was doing or where she was going just enough so I would not ask further questions. She would go for her outings, stopped texting me, and then came home and everything was as normal. This went on for months. Nothing unusual.
But I was wary. I already knew I was cuckolded. But how many times? Or worse, how many men? Everything went on as usual until many months later, I chanced across photos of my dear wife that crushed my guts…
The next morning at the chalet started quietly.
Jane woke up before the others. The room was still dim, her friends were still asleep. Their bags packed on the floor and their phones charging by the wall. She moved carefully so she would not wake anyone.
She checked her phone. There was a message waiting.
It was short and direct. Only an address.
She sat on the edge of the bed for a while, reading it again, then again. She dressed simply and packed up to leave. A plain T-shirt and denim shorts. No makeup.
Before leaving, she sent a message to the group chat saying she needed to leave first to run her errands. No one would question that. She picked up her bag and left quietly.
The cab ride to the hotel felt longer than it was.
She stared out of the window, her reflection in the glass looked ordinary. There was nothing about her appearance that suggested anything unusual. That made it easier. It helped her believe this was still part of normal life.
When she arrived at the hotel, Ivan was already there.
The hotel was posh and quiet. Clean, in contrast with the chalet. Soft lighting. Meant for expats who came and went without attracting attention. She took the lift up alone. When she reached the room, she paused for a moment before knocking.
Ivan opened the door calmly. He greeted her casually. The room was neat and organised. Curtains drawn. A bed made perfectly, untouched. Everything felt prepared.
She sat down, still wearing her T-shirt and denim shorts, still feeling like herself.
Ivan did not waste time.
He explained the assignment plainly, without emotion. He told her what was expected of her. He told her she could still leave if she wanted to. He said it calmly. But the way he spoke made it clear that this had already been arranged, already agreed upon.
She hesitated.
Then she nodded.
Ivan then told her to bathe and freshen up. There was a dress prepared for her. She walked into the bathroom alone. She stood there for a while without turning on the water. The mirror reflected the same woman who had left the chalet that morning. Plain. Ordinary. But she knew that once she stepped out again, things would no longer be the same.
She stripped and turned on the shower. As the water ran, the sounds from the room outside faded. The chalet. Her friends. All of it felt distant now, like it belonged to another multiverse and she was another version of herself now.
When she finished bathing, she dried herself slowly. On the counter, the dress Ivan had prepared was laid out neatly.
She picked it up. It was a light grey spaghetti-strap mini dress. The straps were thin, the cut was low, leaving her arms, shoulders, and upper chest completely bare. She wore it without her bra or panties as specifically instructed.
The neckline was cut very low. It dipped deep down the centre of her chest, exposing her cleavage fully. Her D-cup tits were screaming to burst out. The hem stopped high on her thighs. Short enough that movement would draw attention. The fabric was thin, too thin. The shape of her breasts and her nipples were apparent. Anyone looking at her would immediately understand why she was wearing it. She adjusted the straps slightly, then looked at herself in the mirror.
She did not look confused. She did not look unsure.
For a moment, she stood still, staring at her own reflection. The woman in the mirror did not look like a wife on a chalet trip. She looked like someone who had made a decision and followed through with it. The low neckline showed more than she had ever shown outside intentionally. The short hem made her legs impossible to ignore. The thin fabric did nothing to hide her breasts and nipples
She breathed slowly. This was no longer a misunderstanding. She understood exactly what she had agreed to.
Ivan had been clear. He told her he had arranged meetings with several business clients who were staying in the same hotel. Some would come to this room. Others would expect her to go to theirs. Men she had never met before. Men who would not know her name except being introduced as Jane, a married hotwife. She was not there to socialise. For the next two days, she was there to use her body to pleasure these strangers. She was to be fucked in any way thery desire. Under no circumstances could she say no. The men would fuck her in her married pussy, her mouth and if they please, she would let them fuck her ass too. In turn, she would suck them dry and could only swallow their juices. Spitting was not an option.
She had allowed herself to be whored out.
She had allowed herself to be prostituted.
The realisation did not hit her as panic. It was a calm understanding . She was not being forced. She had walked into this hotel willingly. She had showered. She had put on the dress. A strange thrill ran through her heart. She had not forgotten the last time she was fucked by the stranger, David. The excitement of being used by men she had not met before, and the pleasures that followed, left her yearning for more. Curious. Anticipation. How brutally would she be fucked by these different men in the next two days?
That thought lingered as she looked at herself again as she put on her make up. She told herself this was separate. She told herself this did not affect her marriage. She told herself this was just something she was doing because she wanted to.
By the time she opened the bathroom door, she looked completely different.
Ivan let out a short breath and shook his head in disbelief.
Ivan: Still got time. Come nearer.
Jane did as she was told.
Ivan: Want to see how you look?
Ivan stood up from the sofa and grabbed her.
Ivan: Sit.
He took out his phone, snapped a picture of her and showed her the photo. Then, without warning, he began groping her breasts from behind. She remained still, looking at the sexy photo of her own breasts, now being fondled by two large hands. She could feel her nipples harden and strained against the tight dress as her breasts were rudely squeezed. She knew what she had offered herself for.
Ivan: Kneel down.
Without hesitation, Jane lowered herself, the end of her dress riding up as she moved. The fabric was thin enough that Ivan could see the shadow of her nipples. She adjusted the neckline, lower, of course, until her breasts threatened to spill over the top. The carpet felt rough against her knees. She looked up at Ivan as he began to lower his pants. She understood what he was asking without him needing to say anything more.
Ivan’s cock sprang free before she could reach for it, jutting toward her face. Her lips parted obediently, tongue sticking out to lick the precum oozing out of his tip. Salty but familiar. She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, her nose pressing into his cock hair.
His fingers tightened on her head, forcing her rhythm. Jane gagged when he hit the back of her throat, but didn’t pull out. She relaxed her jaw, letting him fuck her mouth in short, brutal thrusts. Ivan face fucked her rudely as spit dripped down her chin. Jane cupped his balls with one hand, rolling the weight in her palm. Ivan groaned, hips jerking.
Ivan: Deeper!!
Jane obeyed, sucking hard as she dragged her lips up to his cock head, then swallowing him whole again. Ivan yanked at her hair, tilting her head back. Jane blinked up at him, lips stretched obscenely around his girth. With her throat straightened, Ivan forced his entire cock deep into her throat. Jane retched hard and started tearing slightly. She hollowed her cheeks around his cock as Ivan raped her mouth, and sucked with wet, filthy noises. Her tongue flicked the cock slit, lapping up the bitter tense of thick precum.
Ivan cursed: Fuck! I’m cumming!!
He didn’t push her away. Jane stayed, taking his hot spurts, thick and salty. She swallowed without hesitation, lips sealed around his cock until he softened.
Ivan pulled out with a slick pop. Jane stayed kneeling, staring seductively at Ivan. He tucked himself away, chuckling.
Ivan: Go clean yourself up and reapply your make up.
Jane rose on shaky legs, dress riding up her thighs. The bathroom mirror showed her flushed face and smeared lipstick. Jane wiped it off with a towel, and re-applied her make-up, making sure to look good for the man she was about to meet and pleasure.
She adjusted her dress again, the straps slipped off the shoulders during the blow job, and her cleavage slightly red where Ivan had gripped her too hard.
As she freshened herself up again, my wife heard the doorbell rang…
Happy new year, bros. Apologies for the slow updates, hopefully my stories had been entertaining enough so far. Thank you for the continued support.
Some bros asked me why I’m keeping some old photos. They reminded me that the difficult times were over, and I emerged stronger. Are the difficult times truely over though? I’m not too sure. But I’ve grown much more resilient than ever. Maybe I’ve grown under the wrong circumstances, and sometimes I would wish to go back to times before everything happened. Back to when I was still immature even. Back to a time I could have fixed all these. It is no use crying over spilt milk now. I can only move forward.
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Originally Posted by
wantoplay
brother thanks for sharing. upz u. happy new year
Thank you, bro. Much appreciated.
Also thanks to all the bros for the support.
Clients
Ivan answered the door, greeting the client, a middle-aged, looking Chinese businessman. Jane stood at the bathroom sink, rinsing her mouth and reapplying her make-up. Muffled voices followed. Then laughter. Ivan pulling the strings as usual. She just needed to obey.
Jane was surprised how her desire to be dominated overcame her fear. She accepted that she was no longer in control. There were no decisions to make. No expectations to manage. No need to be responsible. She only had to comply, to let herself be used. That complete act of submission created a powerful sense of exhilaration.
Being dominated stripped away her usual identity as a wife. She could let go of her responsibilities. In her daily life, she had to manage her appearances, schedules, and responsibilities. In her little secret world, she surrendered all of that. Letting herself succumb to the men’s lust, allowing herself to be used and fucked senseless without emotions, gave her a sense of release. She could moan and scream as loud as she wanted without a care in the world. It was not just excitement. It was immersion. The contrast between her two worlds made it even more compelling and the pleasures she received were overwhelming. Acceptance and then addiction took over.
And the best part? No one else needed to know.
Jane took a deep breath, straightened her dress and walked out of the bathroom into the men’s gaze. The Chinese man’s eyes poured all over her. Ivan introduced Jane to the man, and vice versa. Jane didn’t catch his name, she felt it didn’t matter.
Man: Woah. Are you sure she’s married?
Ivan: Married to a faithful husband!
Man: She’s sexier than I imagined!
Ivan: Tighter too.
The man put down his briefcase and took off his jacket. Jane smiled seductively and walked towards the man. She pulled his hands to her waist and placed her hands on his chest. She tiptoed slightly and gave him a quick kiss on his lips, and moved to whisper into his ear.
Jane: My husband is not here…
The man was visibly aroused by her words. Jane didn’t wait for instruction. She sank to her knees, fingers already undoing the man’s belt. His cock was already hard. She wrapped her lips around the head, swirling her tongue in slow circles. His cock was salty but Jane didn’t hesitate. She pulled back the foreskin, exposing the cock head completely. She then hollowed her cheeks, pressed her tongue underneath his cock head and sucked gently, her hand stroking the back of the cock shaft where she hadnt suck on. His hands held the sides of her head, tangled in her hair, lightly at first, then firmer as she moaned around him and sucked deeper.
Jane pulled back, dragging her lips tight along his shaft, enough to make him shudder. Her tongue flicked the cock slit, teasing the sensitive spot until his thighs tensed.
Man: Oh god… Do you suck your husband like this too?
Jane: No… hmmmm… mmmmmhhhm… only for you …
Jane smiled and maintained eye contact with the man. She then took his cock even deeper, inch by inch until her nose pressed into his cock hair. She breathed through it, relaxing her throat as he hit the back. His grip tightened and jerked his hips forward.
She bobbed her head steadily, her lips were wet and saliva was slicking her chin. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them lightly. The man groaned and cursed. Jane glanced up through her lashes, meeting his gaze as she swallowed his cock whole again.
Man: Ahhh! I think I’m done soon!!!
The man was panting and flushed. Jane suddenly pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Jane, giggling: Not so fast… I want you to cum inside me… go bathe… Then I’ll let you… fuck me raw…
The man exhaled sharply and swallowed hard, stepping back, then turned quickly toward the bathroom, pulling his clothes off as he walked.
Ivan smirked: Take your time. I’m going to talk to other clients in the meantime.
The man came out of the bathroom in a hurry, half dried and completely naked. He was slightly chubby with a tummy, but had a good size cock. Large enough for Jane.
She walked towards him. His hands found her waist first, rough, then eagerly sliding up to cup her breasts over the thin fabric of her dress. Jane moaned with his touch, allowing him to grope and squeeze. The man’s eyes were glued to her breasts, enjoying the full yet soft handful of flesh on his hands and the hardened nipples in his palms. The thin and smooth fabric of the dress only made it easier for him to squeeze and fully feel each breast.
Then she pressed against him, skin to skin, her arms wrapping around his neck. Their lips met, amd then their tongues. Jane frenched the man, leaning into him and letting him feel every curve of her body. His hands roamed lower, gripping her ass, pulling her against his hardening cock. She ground against him slowly, feeling him swell up even more.
After a while she broke the kiss with a wet suckling sound and whispered.
Jane: Want to see more of me?
She slowly, teasingly, pulled up the hem of her dress to her waist, revealing her clean, shaven pussy. The man’s eyes grew wide open. Jane took his hand, guiding it between her legs to feel her wet folds.
Jane: We are alone now… my husband not here… what do you want to do to me?
Man: I want to fuck you, of course!
Jane led him backwards to the bed and laid down on her back. Facing the man, she opened her legs wide with her hands holding the underside of her knees.
The contrast was day and night! Just that morning, she was a conservative wife, meeting up with friends at the chalet, and just hours later, she had already sucked off two cocks and now, spreading her legs open and exposing her bare, youthful pussy and asshole to a man she never met before. She used her fingers to spread her pussy folds to reveal her clit and the wet insides of her pussy.
Jane: Come fuck me raw with your big cock… I cannot wait already…
The man didn’t wait. He hastily climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. His hands pinned her wrists above her head as he shoved her legs apart and plunged his cock deep inside her wet cunt. Jane arched off the bed, her nails scraping his forearms as he pumped his cock repeatedly into her. Jane moaned seductively, encouraging the man to quicken his speed.
Jane: Ohhhh… ommmm… mmmmph… you fuck me so good!
Jane: I want bao bao (hug)…
She opened her arms and pulled the man onto her. The man leaned forward and frenched her hungrily, pleased with how obedient she was. Kissing noises filled the air, while Jane moaned into his mouth as the man continued to pump his cock into her wet pussy. He then lifted her legs onto his shoulders and fucked her more while Jane cried out in pleasure.
Man: Oh fuck! You are so tight!!
Jane: Ahhhh!! Argghhh!! Fuck me more…
The man didn’t need encouraging. He leaned his weight onto Jane and plunged the full length of his cock into her repeatedly. Jane’s cries grew louder.
After roughly 10 minutes of fucking her in that position, the man pulled her up and laid back. Jane climbed onto him, straddling his hips, her bare cunt rested on his man meat. She ground against him slowly, her wetness smearing his cock. She moaned seductively while maintaining eye contact with the man.
Jane: You feel so much better than my husband…
Man: Woah, don’t let him hear that!
Jane: It’s the truth… let him hear how good you are…
With that, she leaned over to the bedside desk and picked up her mobile phone. What happened next, to me, seemed like a normal call. Little did I know…
Jane: Hello…
Me: Dear? How’s everything?
Jane: I’m enjoying myself…
Me: Ok, that’s good. Chalet ok?
Jane reached down between her legs and pulled the man’s cock towards her dripping pussy, guiding him into her with a slow roll of her hips. His cock slid into her folds bit by bit.
Jane: Oooohhh!!
Me: Huh, what happened?
Jane: Nothing… I’m just enjoying myself…
Me: Ok, be careful ah. Don’t mingle with the men there. Especially if you wearing swimwear.
Jane: Don’t worry…
Me: Ok, you go enjoy yourself more.
Jane: Ok dear, muack!
At the drop of the call, my wife’s moans filled the room again.
Jane: See? I let my husband hear… he said I can enjoy myself more…
Man: My lord, you are so naughty!!!
Jane: He gave me permission to enjoy, what do you want to do with me?
The filthy exchanges made the man’s cock grew harder and stiffer even more, and Jane felt it. He grab her by her waist and pulled her down hard. She sank down, taking him inch by inch until she was seated fully, his pelvis flush against her ass. Jane threw her head back and cried softly as she was penetrated fully again. It felt so good that Jane began to take the initiative. She lifted herself almost all the way off before slamming back down hard again, fucking herself on his stiffen cock. Her breasts bounced underneath the thin dress, and the man reached up to pull her dress down, revealing her full breasts in front of his eyes. Jane balanced herself and raised both her hands to grab her own breasts, kneading and squeezing them, and pinching her own nipples, performing an erotic show for the man, while continuously fucking him. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mingling with their ragged breathing. Jane arched her back and quickened her rhythm. The man groaned, enjoying the show in front of his eyes and the tight, wet pussy swallowing his cock. For the next 30 minutes, my wife alternated between playing with her breasts and moving forward to french the man, all the while maintaining the pace, milking his cock with her married cunt.
Man: I cannot… hold o… on longer…
Jane: Then cum inside me…
Jane leaned forward.
Jane: I kissed my husband over the phone … but you get to kiss me for real…
She kissed the man deeply, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth again.
Man: And I get to fuck you too!
Jane: Yup, only you can fuck me… cum inside my womb…
The words exchanged were the last straw. The man moaned as he came deep inside my wife’s pussy. Hot cum shot deep into her womb and filled her completely. She cried and fucked herself into an orgasm too. The lewd couple hugged and rode out their orgasms together. But my wife didn’t stop and continued riding him, intending to milk every last drop of his cum with her cunt. The man’s cock sloshed inside her pussy and cum oozed out slowly. My wife clamped her folds on his cock and continued her grind. With a loud moan, the man came again, cumming deep inside her once more. My wife slumped her body onto the man, exhausted.
They rested in that position for a while, with the man’s cock and his huge load of cum still inside her, albeit his cock growing smaller. Jane raised her head, looked into the man’s eyes and smiled. She kissed and frenched him again, this time in a slow, passionate rhythm. They kissed for a good ten minutes before breaking off. Jane lifted herself off the man, and cum dripped down from her pussy onto his cock. She used two fingers to dig out more of the cum and two huge globs flowed out. She then moved back and lowered her mouth onto his groin, sucking up the cum. She looked at the man, stuck out her tongue to show him a mouthful of his cum and her pussy juice in her mouth, before swallowing. She then sucked and cleaned his cock with her mouth and tongue.
Pleased and fulfilled, the man got up and went into the shower. Jane followed and helped him lather and wash off the scent of sex and sweat.
Back at home, I felt uneasy. But Jane was at the chalet. Nothing should go wrong. I knew she already cheated on me, but I had no proof. What could I do? Was everything real? I was thinking too much. She was with her friends. The chalet photos wouldn’t lie.
As Jane sent the man off with a peck on his cheek, Ivan’s text came in.
Ivan: Doll up again, next client coming to your room.
And so my wife serviced the next man, giving her body to the stranger again, without condition. She did feel a slight sense of guilt hearing my voice, but the sensations of being taken, the feelings of being completely dominated, made her felt so alive. Every squeeze, every kiss and every penetration took her mind off the daily boredom and frustrations. Perhaps with me? She was fucked hard again for two hours. She laid on the bed in exhaustion, having fucked by the two men, one after another. And it was still day one.
Ivan’s text came in again.
Ivan: Rest enough? Next one wear the bodysuit in the wardrobe. Freshen up, make yourself attractive. Take pictures show me once you are done.
Without a word, my wife slipped off the bed obediently and did what she was told…
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Originally Posted by
makkauhijau5
Bro your wife body hot. Is she still cheating? Are you okay bro?
Thanks for your concern, bro. Really appreciate it. For many years I was not ok. Even now, I still hear her cheating words in my mind and whenever relooked at her photos again. I can only imagine, vividly, how she willingly spreaded her pussy in front of men, opening up and allowing their foreign cocks to penetrate her. In the heat of the moments, I am sure she would suck on their cocks as well as also tasted their sperm. I could only guess how many men had used her. I’ve moved on, focusing on bigger priorities now. She’s still with me. And the cheating has largely stopped. Though I can only imagine what she does when she goes out with her male friends. With technology much more secured now, I couldn’t snoop around as much. But do I need to? I think not…