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…
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Jane freshened up in the bathroom. She opened the wardrobe and found the black lace bodysuit. It was sheer lace all over, with long sleeves that clung to her arms, a mock neck and a front keyhole that showed off her cleavage, and an open back that exposed her skin from her lower back. The bottom was like a thong, the lace fabric was barely covering her ass cheeks, leaving her butt mostly bare, and it snapped at the crotch for easy access. She slipped it on, feeling the lace hug her curves tightly, with her nipples poking through the thin material. She posed in front of the mirror, taking selfies, one from the back showing her ass in the mirror, her long hair cascading down, phone in hand; another side view bending slightly to show her thigh and butt; a front view on her knees by the sink, her breasts pushed forward; and a full side profile standing, hand on hip, the lace outlining her body. She sent them to Ivan.
Minutes later, his reply came.
Ivan’s short text to my wife’s phone lit up the screen: Go to Room 1109 now.
Jane took a deep breath, her heart racing with a mix of fear and dark excitement. She felt like a slut, ready to be used again, her body still sore from the earlier fucks, but the thought of more men dominating her made her pussy wet. It was thrilling to submit completely, to forget her life as my wife and become their fucktoy. But a flicker of guilt hit her, thinking of me at home, trusting her. She pushed it away, the excitement was winning. It was almost 7pm, other hotel guests would be going out of their rooms for dinner, Jane could not walk out just wearing the black lace bodysuit. She grabbed a white bathrobe from the bathroom, wrapping it around her body to cover the revealing outfit, and slipped on hotel slippers. She stepped out into the hallway, rode the elevator down a few floors, her mind buzzing with anticipation.
She reached the room. Not knowing what would happen next. She nervously knocked. Ivan opened the door with a smirk. There were already 2 men sitting casually on the bed, with Ivan, 3 men. Jane froze a little, her eyes widening. She thought, would she be fucked by both men? Would they take turns, or fuck her at the same time? The idea scared her but also aroused her deeply. She had never been with two men at once before, let alone three. What if they all used her holes? Ivan pulled her inside and closed the door. He introduced her to the men, calling them Lee and Tan, both Chinese businessmen in their late 30s, fit from the gym, with short hair and casual outfits. The men praised her looks.
Lee: Wow, Ivan, she’s stunning, like a model!
Tan added: Such a hot body, married? Lucky us.
Jane took off her robe, letting it drop to the floor, revealing her in the black lace bodysuit. The men went crazy, their eyes devouring her.
Lee whistled: Fuck, look at that ass, so round and firm, the lace makes it even sexier. Going to fuck you doggy, babe.
Tan: Her tits are perfect, nipples hard already. Can see through the lace!
Jane felt initial nervousness, her cheeks flushing, but she smiled seductively, turning slowly to show them the open back and thong bottom. She remembered what she was here for, and she was here to be used like a fucktoy for these men. Ivan pulled her onto the bed, between the 2 men. They made some small talk…
Lee: So, Jane, you like being shared?
Jane smiled: It makes me feel so dirty and wanted…
Tan laughed: Your husband has no idea? You know we are going to fuck you hard right?
Jane whispered into his ears: You can fuck me however you want. My husband doesn’t need to know …
The men had no idea my wife was already fucked hard twice that day…
Ivan chuckled: She’s our little whore tonight.
Slowly, the men began to grope my wife’s body, their hands were everywhere on the lace. She kissed each man briefly on the lips, soft pecks, before frenching them passionately, her tongue diving into Lee’s mouth first, then Tan’s. In turn, the men molested her body with no hesitation. They grabbed her breasts through the lace, rubbing and squeezing them hard, pushing and kneading them to their heart’s desire. The men were indulged in feeling the warmth of her firm, yet soft, D-cup tits fill their palms, pinching her nipples until she moaned. Their hands roamed all over her body, sliding down her back, gripping her ass cheeks, squeezing the bare flesh. Lee then pulled her legs apart, and the men caressed her inner thighs, their hands slowly moving nearer and nearer to her vagina. Then each man eagerly took turns rubbing her wet pussy over the lace crotch. Jane moaned seductively but didn’t stop kissing them, allowing them to explore her mouth with their tongues while they continued to molest her body.
After a while, the men took off their clothes, stripping down to nothing, their cocks hard and standing out. Lee’s cock was thick and veiny, while Tan’s cock was longer and curved. Jane grabbed their cocks shyly and jerked them slowly, her hands wrapping around each shaft, stroking up and down with a firm grip. She smiled and obediently kneeled down on the floor between the 2 men, her knees on the carpet, looking up at them. She knew exactly what the men wanted.
Jane started with Lee’s cock, wrapping her lips around the head, sucking gently while her tongue swirled around the tip and tasted his precum. She bobbed her head, taking more of his shaft into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, and her hand jerking the base. She moaned around his cock.
Jane: Mmmph, so hard… hmmm…
Then she switched to Tan, licking his balls first, sucking one into her mouth, then running her tongue up the underside of his cock before engulfing the head, deepthroating him halfway, gagging slightly but pushing on. She alternated between the two cocks, sucking one while jerking the other, her saliva dripping down their cocks. For Lee, she deepthroated him fully, relaxing her throat, her nose pressing into his pubes, holding it there. She pulled back slowly, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, then did the same to Tan, using her hand to twist around the base as she deepthroated, her moans were loud and slutty.
Jane: Ahmmm… mmmm… I love your cocks so much!
Her moans and her sucking and gagging sounds filled the room. She flicked her tongue on their slits, teasing the sensitive spots. She kept alternating, deepthroating Lee again, breathing through her nose, and swallowing around the cock head to massage it with her throat muscles. Her free hand cupped his balls and rolled them. Mr. Lee groaned as she moaned deeply around him. Then back to Tan, she sucked him sloppily, letting saliva run down her chin, deepthroating fast and hard, gagging on purpose to make it wetter, her moans were muffled but intense. After about 15 minutes of this dirty sucking, Lee came first, grabbing her head and thrusting, shooting hot cum into her mouth. Jane swallowed every drop, milking him dry, and then showed him her empty tongue. Tan followed soon, exploding in her throat as she deepthroated him. She swallowed it all greedily, licking her lips.
After the blowjobs, the men couldn’t wait and pulled her onto the bed. The three hugged and frenched, Jane in the middle, her body pressed between them. Lee’s tongue in her mouth, then Tan’s. The threesome had wet sloppy kisses while the men continued to roam their hands all over her body, kneading her tits, squeezing her ass and rubbing her back through the open lace. Tan then dragged open her legs wide, pulled aside her bodysuit bottom by the crotch, exposing her shaved pussy, and began to eat out her pussy. His tongue lapped at her clit, sucking her folds and thrusting inside her hole. She cried into Lee’s mouth as she frenched him. Lee played with her breasts, pinched and rubbed her nipples through the lace, twisting them hard, making her arch her back. The sensations were overwhelming as Tan’s mouth slurped on her wet cunt, with his fingers spreading her pussy lips to lick deeper.
The men then turned her over onto all fours on the bed, her ass up in the air, the lace thong bottom pulled aside. They took turns fingering her, Lee first, sliding two fingers into her pussy, pumping fast, then Tan adding his, stretching her. Jane was enjoying and moaned loudly.
Jane: Ahhh!! Aghhh… oh yes, finger me harder…
She pushed her hips back onto their fingers. Then Lee stood in front of her and stuck his cock into her mouth again, face fucking her slowly. Jane was enjoying the fingering and her mind was clouded with pleasure, sucking eagerly, for a while she didn’t realise the man behind, Tan, was fingering her ass and pussy at the same time, one finger in her tight asshole, two in her cunt, scissoring them. It felt so good. Then it suddenly dawned on her that she may be fucked in her ass tonight. The thought made her even wetter, with a mix of fear and excitement.
The man behind, Tan, kneeled behind her and slowly pushed his hard cock into her married pussy, the head stretching her folds. My wife moaned loudly around Mr. Lee’s cock.
Jane: Mmmph, so big!
The man fucked her slowly at first, inching in and out, then harder and harder after some time, slamming his hips against her ass. Lee in front face fucked her, pushing his cock deep into her throat. After some time, the two men swapped positions. The man who just fucked her, Tan, pushed his cock into her mouth, and Jane tasted the salty mix of her pussy juice and his precum. She sucked it clean eagerly. The men fucked her doggy for another 20 mins or so, taking turns pounding her pussy hard. Lee, while fucking her, then pulled her ponytail, lifting her upper body upwards, making her back arch. Tan in front then squeezed her breasts hard through the lace, enjoying her D-cups, groping them roughly as she cried out loudly.
The men then flipped her around and fucked her missionary, taking turns. Lee went first, spreading her legs wide, pulling aside the bodysuit crotch again, and plunging his cock deep into her pussy, thrusting steadily. My wife hugged him tightly, her arms around his neck, and frenched him lovingly, her moans into his mouth, without a care or guilt about me.
Jane whispered: Fuck me like my husband never can…
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. Then Tan took his turn, pounding her harder, and she did the same, hugging and kissing him passionately, her body surrendering completely, forgetting our marriage vows, the ring on her finger meaningless as she came on his cock. To me, as her husband, it was heartbreaking. She was my loving wife that morning, now giving her heart and body to strangers, no remorse, just pure lust, while I sat at home clueless, trusting her.
Next, Lee pulled her head to hang down over the bed side, her long hair dangling, and fucked her face, his cock sliding deep into her upside-down throat, balls slapping her forehead as she gagged and sucked. The other man, Tan, fingered her pussy fast, three fingers in, curling to hit her G-spot, making her squirt juices all over the bed, her body convulsing. With wet fingers, the man fingered her ass, slowly with one finger, circling the tight hole, then pushing in, making her moan around the cock. He added two fingers, stretching her asshole, scissoring them, preparing her as she realized more was coming.
Next, Tan laid on his back, and Jane straddled him reverse cowgirl, her ass facing him, the bodysuit thong pulled aside. He guided his cock into her pussy, and she bounced up and down, her ass cheeks jiggling, crying out loud as he slapped her butt. Lee stood in front, feeding her his cock, which she sucked while riding. Her thoughts raced. This was so degrading, but so hot, being filled in her pussy and mouth at the same time,. Then they switched to a spitroast on the side, Jane on her side, one leg up, Lee fucking her pussy from behind, his hand on her hip, thrusting hard, while Tan fucked her mouth from the front. She cried loudly.
Jane: Yes, use me like a slut!
Her pussy clenched, the double penetration of cock in mouth and pussy making her cum hard, drawing tears of pleasure in her eyes.
She rode Tan next, sitting and pumping her pussy up and down on his large cock, her hands on his chest, grinding her hips in circles, the lace bodysuit wet with sweat. While doing that, she sucked off Lee, who stood beside the bed, her mouth bobbing on his shaft, alternating licks and deep sucks. Then, to her surprise, Ivan stripped naked, his cock hard, and joined in. She sucked Lee and Ivan, switching between their cocks, jerking one while sucking the other, all while fucking her guts out on Tan’s cock, bouncing harder, her moans filling the room, completely lost in the 3p now turning into 4p…
Ivan grabbed Jane by her hips and flipped her onto her stomach on the bed, her lace bodysuit still clinging to her sweat-slicked skin. He positioned himself behind her, spreading her legs wide, and slammed his thick cock into her pussy without warning, thrusting brutally deep, making her cry out.
Jane: Ahhh! Fuck my married cunt harder! Argghhh!!!
Lee knelt in front of her face, shoving his cock into her mouth, face-fucking her roughly while she gagged and sucked. Tan reached under her, squeezing and kneading her bouncing D-cup breasts through the sheer lace, pinching and twisting her nipples hard until they ached. Jane’s thoughts swirled. This was pure brutality, her body was simply a toy for three men to fuck to their desires, no escape, but the pain mixed with pleasure made her wetter. Ivan pounded her faster, his balls slapping her clit, while the men never let her mouth rest, Lee pulling out only to slap his cock on her cheeks before thrusting back in.
Next, Tan took over, lifting Jane onto her knees in a high doggy position, her ass high and pussy exposed. He entered her from behind with his long curved cock, stretching her walls differently, curving up to hit her G spot with each brutal thrust, slower but deeper than Ivan’s. Jane moaned loudly. Lee now groped her breasts, kneading them roughly as they swung, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, while Ivan forced his cock into her mouth, making her deepthroat him until tears streamed down her face. The men rotated, ensuring her mouth was always filled. Ivan pulling her hair to angle her head better. Jane felt degraded, like a worthless slut betraying me, her husband, completely, but the submission fueled her arousal, her pussy clenching around Tan’s cock, pleasuring him even more.
Lee then laid back and pulled Jane on top of him in reverse, her back to his chest, impaling her pussy on his veiny cock. He bucked up brutally, his thickness splitting her wide, different from the other men, short, powerful jabs that made her bounce violently.
Jane screamed: Yes, split my pussy open, I need it rough like this!
Tan and Ivan took turns face-fucking her, one after the other, never giving her mouth a break, their cocks alternating in her throat. Ivan squeezed her breasts from the side, kneading them hard, enjoying how they jiggled with each of Lee’s upward thrusts. Jane’s mind ran wild. How could she enjoy this savagery, her body was bruised and used, whispering filthy lies about me, but the endless attention on her tits and the relentless mouth-filling made her cum hard. Shame was washing over her yet the experience of getting fucked by 3 men at the same time was heightening the thrill.
Ivan flipped Jane back into doggy style, her face pressed into the mattress, ass up high. He thrust his cock into her pussy a few times, getting it slick, while his thumb circled her tight asshole, then pushed in, fingering her ass roughly in rhythm with his fucks. Jane moaned. Her thoughts flooded. She had been ass-fucked before by the gym boss, but Ivan’s thumb was preparing her, and the idea of him taking her ass now terrified yet excited her. Was she ready for more? Without asking, Ivan pulled out of her pussy, positioned his cock at her asshole, and slowly pushed in, the head stretching her tight ring until it popped past, then he sank deeper, inch by inch, fucking her ass steadily.
Jane cried out in pain and pleasure: Ahhh! It’s painful! It’s painful!
Her ass was burning but filling her with forbidden ecstasy, betraying me even more intimately.
Ivan: How? You like getting fucked in your ass?
Jane: It’s painful…
Not letting her finish her sentence, Ivan quickened his pace and fuck her ass faster than before. Jane knew she could not say no. She knew she had to take whatever abuse the men put her through. That she needed to submit without compromise. She sank her face into the mattress, muffling her cries. She was their obedient hot wife. Her only purpose was to be used and abused by men.
The other two men watched eagerly, then began taking turns fucking her tight ass like a dog. Lee went first, pulling his cock out of her mouth and sliding behind, ramming his veiny meat into her stretched asshole, pounding hard and fast, enjoying the tightness.
Lee: Your ass is so fucking tight, babe!!
After a few minutes, he pulled out and went to her mouth, forcing her to suck his cock straight from her ass, the musky taste filling her tongue. Jane lowered her upper body flat on the bed, pushing up her raw ass higher to be fucked unprotected, no condom, just bare cock in her hole.
Ivan, slapped her ass: Didn’t you said painful?
Jane, whimpered: Only just now, now less painful, daddy… just… just fuck my ass as hard as you want…
Tan followed up next, his long curved cock sliding into her ass differently, curving to hit new spots inside, making her scream. He fucked her relentlessly, then repeated ass to mouth, shoving it down her throat. Jane thought, this back-and-forth was humiliating. Her ass felt raw and leaking, but submitting like this made her feel alive, no guilt for me, just raw lust.
Tan pulled Jane onto his lap, facing away, and guided his long cock into her ass as she sat down slowly. The length penetrated her deeply, filling her rectum inch by inch until her ass cheeks rested on his thighs, the curve pressing against her inner walls in a way that made her gasp. It felt so invasive, like his cock was reaching her guts, stretching her wider than ever. A mix of sharp pain and deep fullness that made her body tremble.
Jane cried: Your long cock in my ass is too deep, it’s ruining my ass!
The other men, Ivan and Lee, stood in front and face-fucked her alternately, one thrusting into her mouth while she jerked the other, their cocks hitting her throat hard. She gagged and moaned around them.
Jane: Mmmph, fuck my face while my ass is full!
This depth in her ass was new torture, but the double cocks’ attention on her mouth made her empty pussy drip, craving for more degradation.
Then Tan pulled my wife backwards onto his chest, her back against him, his long cock still buried deep in her ass. He groped her breasts roughly through the lace bodysuit, squeezing and kneading them hard, twisting her nipples as she lay exposed. Ivan, seeing her pussy empty and wet, knelt between her spread legs, positioning his thick cock at her entrance, rubbing the head against her folds teasingly.
Jane’s eyes flew open. This would be the first time she would be double penetrated, both her pussy and ass filled at once. Emotions flooded her. Uncertainty about the pain, and the fear it might tear her, but the dark excitement at being so completely used, like a true whore forgetting her marriage, was overwhelming. Was she ready? Would it hurt too much? But the submission called to her. She could not turn back. Ivan began to penetrate her pussy, pushing his thick head past her lips, stretching her cunt wide while Tan’s cock throbbed in her ass. It felt so intense. The pressure from both sides, her walls squeezed thin between the two cocks, fullness overwhelming, like her body was being split in two. As Ivan sank deeper, inch by inch, each thrust rubbing against the thin membrane separating her holes, sent shocks of pleasure-pain through her. Jane screamed out loud. For her first time, the sensation was mind-blowing. The burning stretch in her ass was amplified by the deep piston in her pussy, waves of ecstasy built, she was cumming hard from the double penetration alone. She thought, this was the ultimate betrayal. Her body was no longer mine.
Then before she could think further, Lee grabbed her head and fucked her face, shoving his rough cock deep into her throat, completing the triple penetration. Jane gagged and sucked hungrily with all three holes stuffed. Her body rocked between them.
They shifted positions, Lee now in her ass, pounding her in a standing doggy while she bent over the bed, his short jabs were brutal and fast. Ivan fucked her pussy from below as she straddled him partially, and Tan face-fucked her relentlessly. Jane felt completely degraded, worst than a prostitute, like a cheap fucktoy with no value. Her lace bodysuit now torn at the snaps, cum and sweat were everywhere, but being submissive increased her pleasures incredibly. The more they used her, the harder she came.
Jane moaning: Use all my holes, I’m your married slut!
In another position, they laid her on her side, Tan’s long cock in her pussy, curving deep, Ivan in her ass from behind, stretching her differently with his thickness, and Lee kneeling to fuck her mouth sideways.
Jane cried: Fuck my ass and pussy together, ruin me! Fuck me until I break!!
Degrading waves hit her once more, feeling like garbage for enjoying it, but submission amplified the men’s thrusts. Her orgasms were endless, her emotions were torn between shame and pleasure.
The men triple penetrated her for more than an hour. Finally, they ordered her to kneel on the floor, and stick out her tongue like a begging dog. Ivan came first, jerking his cock and shooting huge loads into her open mouth. His hot cum filled her mouth to the brim. While her mouth was full of cum, he deep-throated her, pushing his cock and cum down her throat, making her swallow around him. Lee followed, cumming twice on her tongue, then thrusting deep, forcing her to gurgle and swallow the messy load. Tan last, exploding three times into her mouth, the excess dripping down her chin, then deep-throating her hard until she cleaned every drop. Jane knelt there, cum coated, thinking how tragic it was. My once faithful wife was reduced to a mere sex toy for men, but the taste and humiliation made her pussy ache for more.
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makkauhijau5
Do you still have sex with her? For my side, my partner used to have many fwbs and ons before meeting me. Found out recently she been meeting one of them for dinner. Not sure if they slept together but I think they did since she went home quite late. But after that day, she rarely initiate with me.
Yes, but the frequency has dropped to once per month. Sometimes less. There were also times when we had sex, and her eyes were empty. It was as if she was remembering something, or perhaps someone.
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Rashes
Better not too and i hope you have a better sex journey ahead too bro!
Thanks bro. My wife’s skills have definitely improved. Her blowjobs are heavenly but I could feel she was holding back.
Gastric
Jane came home from the chalet looking very tired. She told me she had acute gastric pain all night and couldn’t sleep. I offered to drive her to the doctor, but she said she would go alone. I didn’t argue. When she left, I felt uneasy, since this was the second time she had acute gastric pain after being away. Later that afternoon, I opened her bag to look for the car keys she always left inside. Instead, I found the doctor’s chit. It was from a women’s clinic in town, not the usual GP near our house. Why would she go all the way there when we had two clinics closer by? I stared at the paper for a long time, wondering what was really happening.
That evening, while she rested on the sofa with a warm pack on her stomach, my mind kept going back to the chit. She said it was just a check-up for irregular periods, nothing serious. I nodded and kept quiet, but inside I felt the familiar twist. Later that night, when she fell asleep. I couldn’t.