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Originally Posted by
pkypat
bro really update it after 10 years, good one bro
Was definitely not expecting anyone to remember 😞 It has been a bag of mixed feelings, for sure.
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Originally Posted by
mamasan86
more pls bro
Pictures are blurry as I took the photos from her phone, with mine. Please keep within this forum.
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Originally Posted by
hellohell190
great dedication bro!
and good pics btw, imagining boob fuck rn
Believe the men who had intimate sessions with my wife enjoyed the boob fuck too…
Gym
As Jane awaited Ivan’s arrival, she felt a rush of nervous anticipation. She had agreed to join him for another gym session. As she heard the familiar sound of Ivan’s car pulling up outside her workplace car park, she took a deep breath and made her way out of the lift lobby onto the pick up area.
Ivan greeted her with a warm smile, his enthusiasm apparent as he stepped out of the car to welcome her. Jane couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on her figure, subtly appreciating the way her white sports bra hugged her curves and hinted at the outline of her nipples. She felt a flush of arousal at the thought of his gaze lingering on her body.
Among other men, Jane had been chatting with Ivan for some time online, drawn to his friendliness and shared passion for fitness. As she scrolled through his profile pictures, she couldn’t help but admire his muscular, sculpted physique. Ivan seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her better, asking about her fitness goals and sharing tips for improving her workout routine. His enthusiasm for health and wellness was contagious, and Jane found herself looking forward to their gym session when Ivan finally popped the question if she would like to work out together.
Ivan: You look even hotter than last time!
Jane, with a slight blush: Thanks…
Ivan: Definitely wow. Let’s go!
Jane was wearing a white, low cut U-neck sports bra with crisscross back, with her ample cleavage in full display, and a dark grey, form-fitting booty shorts which highlighted her long, toned legs and pert posterior. This outfit was intentional, and it pleased Jane that she had caught Ivan’s attention fully. Ivan was a fully certified trainer, and took to himself to train Jane in her workouts.
When Jane walked into the gym, there was a distinct moment of silence, as if all the activities paused momentarily. Then chatter among the men resumed. Jane noticed this, and could feel the men’s eyes on her. She felt vulnerable and weak to the raw masculinity that surrounded her, knowing the men in the gym could easily overpower her and take turns to fuck her there and then. Jane asked herself, if that would to happen, would she give in to the men’s desires and allow them to use her body for their pleasures? Not that she would have any choice, as the men could easily hold her down and fuck her however they like. How would it feel to have multiple men with different cock sizes penetrate her pussy, and possibly her mouth too? The mere thought itself resulted in a telltale dampness between her thighs. Caught off guard by the intensity of her own illicit fantasy, Jane fought to push the thought aside, to maintain composure and control.
Ivan guided Jane through a series of comprehensive workouts. Throughout the gym sessions, different men would attempt different approaches in getting into conversations with my wife, though often times, they would get cut short by the “territorial” Ivan. Finding her on WeChat was not difficult though, as her profile had her photo, and the men could search by proximity. It wasn’t long before my wife started chatting with these men too, and they would all praise her attractiveness as a guise for their advances.
After their gym session, Ivan offered to drive Jane back to his condo, which was conveniently located near the gym in town to freshen up after their workout. Jane accepted his offer and they made their way to Ivan’s place. Once they arrived, Jane headed straight for the shower. As she lathered up under the warm water, she felt a sudden presence behind her. Before she could react, she was forcefully pushed forward and pressed against the wall. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the firm grip of the man’s hand holding her arms above her head. His muscular frame pressed against her back, squashing her breasts against the tiled wall. With his other hand, he guided his erect cock towards her waiting pussy. Jane let out a soft cry as the rather familiar cock entered her rudely. It was Ivan.
As Ivan proceeded to fuck her up the wall, Jane thought about the stark differences between Gary and Ivan.
With Gary, there was an undeniable sweetness and tenderness that drew Jane to him. He was loving and attentive, always making her feel special and loved. Their sex was filled with moments of affection and intimacy. With Gary, Jane felt safe and cherished,
On the other hand, Ivan exuded a raw masculinity and strength that stirred something primal within Jane. His muscular physique and commanding presence exuded confidence and power, leaving Jane feeling both intimidated and exhilarated in his presence. There was an undeniable allure to Ivan’s dominant nature, and Jane found herself drawn to the thrill of surrendering control to him. With Ivan, there was a sense of not knowing what would happen and the excitement that sent shivers down her spine. Unsure of when it started, but Jane realised she had grown to enjoy the feeling of being overpowered and controlled during sex, relishing in the sensation of being at mercy. She found that with Ivan.
It was certainly an unexpected twist. I must admit, I was just as taken aback, if not more so, when I discovered the truth. Who would have thought that my confident, professional wife harbored such submissive desires in the bedroom? The realization that she not only enjoyed it but eagerly submitted to the desires of other men was both shocking and undeniably arousing.
My wife’s passionate cries echoed through the bathroom as Ivan relentlessly drove into her from behind. With each forceful thrust of his cock, which was slightly shorter than Gary’s but thicker in girth, she felt like she was being pushed up against the wall, her ample breasts nearly flattened against her chest as Ivan’s raw strength overwhelmed her. Despite the intensity of the pounding, my wife reveled in the sensation, her cries mixing pleasure with a hint of pain as Ivan’s relentless assault continued. For a blissful 15 to 20 minutes, Ivan pounded her relentlessly until finally, with a primal roar, he released his load into the condom inside her pussy. Jane orgasmed at the same time, her cries arousing Ivan even more. But Ivan’s appetite was far from sated…
Descend
My wife had chatted with Ivan for some time, along with Gary and other men. She was drawn to Ivan for his passion for health and bodybuilding. It was a casual night on Wechat, and a chat request popped up. It caught my wife’s eye, the profile showed that of a muscular man in gym. It was Ivan. Curiosity piqued, Jane began to read through Ivan’s posts, each one showcasing his passion for bodybuilding. Jane accepted the chat request. At first, their chats centered around their shared interest in gym and fitness, exchanging tips and advice on workouts and nutrition. But as their conversations continued, they began to delve into more personal topics, sharing stories about their lives and at times, frustrations at work. As their chats deepened, their conversations took on a more flirtatious tone and sensing Jane’s receptiveness on the intimate chats, Ivan wasted no time making his advances.
One evening, as they chatted on the phone, Ivan brought up the subject of phone sex, coercing Jane to masturbate and orgasm together. Jane hesitated at first, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the thought of engaging in such intimate acts over the phone. But Ivan’s strong, reassuring voice and persuasive words soon put her at ease, and before she knew it, she found herself agreeing to his proposal. What can happen, right? Jane thought to herself. With shaky hands, she followed Ivan’s instructions, allowing him to guide her through the experience. As they talked, Ivan’s words became increasingly seductive and arousing, painting vivid images in Jane’s mind and sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Encouraged by Ivan’s gentle coaxing, Jane began to rub her pussy, alternating between massaging her clit and inserting her fingers into her folds. Her breaths deepened and soft moans could be heard over the phone. As each minute passed, Jane’s moans grew louder and her breaths became shorter.
Jane: Bb, coming already! Coming already! Argh. Aaarghh!!!
Jane’s body shuddered as her orgasm took over. As she recovered, she realised she was perspiring all over. After this steamy phone call, Jane seemingly discovered a different side of her, one that was submissive and obedient to every command, a side that seemingly deepened the ecstasy of her orgasms.
With Jane pressed against the cool, tiled wall, Ivan wasted no time in exploring her body. As he kept her lower back pinned with one hand, his other hand eagerly ventured between her thighs, fingers seeking out the warmth and wetness of her pussy. Without warning, Ivan slid two fingers into her slick folds, causing her to let out a short cry at the sudden intrusion. He began massaging the insides of her pussy, rubbing the walls of her tight pussy in circular motion. Jane shuddered at the pleasures she was getting, her body responding without control. Ivan started moving his fingers in and out of her pussy. Jane felt helpless in that position, with a strong hand pressing her against the wall, she couldn’t move. The sense of helplessness seemed to add to her pleasure, as Jane mentally prepared herself to take in whatever Ivan wished on her body. Unable to contain her growing arousal, Jane’s moans filled the air, mingling with the sound of running water as Ivan continued to finger her rudely. With each thrust of his fingers, she felt herself edging closer and closer to ecstasy, As Ivan quickened his pace, Jane’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm. A flush of heat spreaded across her cheeks as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in the pit of her stomach, signaling the imminent climax. And then, with a cry of pure ecstasy, Jane let go, her body convulsing as she squirted uncontrollably. But Ivan showed no signs of stopping, his fingers continuing to delve deeper into her quivering pussy, drawing out every last drop of her essence. Jane felt herself spiraling further and further into pleasure, her body overcame with sensations she could not comprehend. Jane’s face flushed red with embarrassment and arousal. This was the first time a man had made her experience such intense pleasure, making her squirt and have multiple orgasms simultaneously. Yet, despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body, she remained submissive, surrendering to Ivan’s desires without hesitation.
Ivan, pleased with how obedient Jane was, wanted more. No surprises here. He stopped the running water, and helped Jane dry her body with his towel. Led to the bed, under Ivan’s instructions, Jane obediently lay down, her head hanging over the edge, ready to comply with Ivan’s next command. She knew exactly what he wanted, and without a word spoken, she opened her mouth, offering herself to him willingly…
Clandestine
As Ivan continued to fuck my wife’s mouth, Jane struggled to accommodate his impressive girth. Despite her previous experience deep-throating Gary, Ivan’s cock presented a new challenge for her. Each thrust stretched her mouth and her face was flushed red as she tried her best to pleasure Ivan orally.
With Jane’s head hanging from the side of the bed, and the thick cock fucking her mouth, she couldn’t move. Ivan took advantage of Jane’s vulnerability and his hands roamed all over her naked body. Squeezing her round breasts and stroking her exposed clit drew loud muffled moans from Jane. The combination of the pleasures he was receiving from the oral sex, the fondling of Jane’s full, round breasts and her sensual moans only added to Ivan’s lust even more. His cock remained hard, and there was no sign of him slowing his pace as he continued driving his cock into her mouth repeatedly.
Gurgling sounds escaped Jane’s throat as Ivan relentlessly drove his cock deeper, pushing her to the brink of discomfort. She felt herself retching, her face flushing red with the strain of accommodating him, but she remained determined to please him. She could feel Ivan’s cock pulsing and bulging, a telltale sign that he was on the brink of orgasm. She tightened her lips around his meat, eager to suck out every drop of pleasure. As Ivan quickened his pounding, the sound of his balls slapping against Jane’s face echoed in the room. And then, with a deep grunt, Ivan came. My wife could feel the surge of his release as he emptied himself into her mouth, his hot cum flooding her throat with each powerful spurt. She swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him as he emptied himself completely, his cum filling her mouth with warmth and a sharp bitter, tangy taste. Ivan withdrew his cock slowly and my wife made sure to wrap her lips around his cock tightly as she sucked the last drop of cum from his cock head. Ivan lifted her up and pushed her downward into a kneeling position. Again, he drove his still hardened cock into my wife’s mouth and she cleaned his shaft with her mouth and tongue.
Ivan: Put your hands behind your back.
My wife complied, and Ivan grabbed her hair with both hands and fucked her mouth and throat again. This time, my wife could fit his cock deeper into her throat, much to Ivan’s delight. As he face fucked her, tears began welling up in her eyes. It didn’t take long for Ivan to cum this time, and my wife tasted the familiar taste of his warm cum again. Obediently, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show Ivan she had swallowed his cum. At that moment, my wife knew her submission was complete.
Over the course of the next few months, my wife would continue her gym sessions with Ivan, and meetings with Gary. Through the gym workouts, she had toned up her body and burnt off some baby fats. Her toned figure, coupled with her ample breasts, looked sexy as hell. Her meetings with Gary remained as affectionate as before. No prizes for guessing, these meetings with the men ended up with them fucking my wife. My suspicion grew when more and more occasions, she would reply to my messages late, sometimes even after a few hours. This was odd for someone who was now glued to her phone all the time.
As I mentioned before, my wife’s craving for sex seemed to intensify. Her body became more responsive, and her pussy was soaking wet with just a touch. It was incredible to feel her toned body and her ample, round breasts as we fucked.
One thing I couldn’t help but notice was that she had shaved her pussy clean. It looked youthful and smooth, and looked incredibly sexy on her. When I asked her why she shaved, she simply said it felt better without any hair, and less prickly when she wore her panties. I wasn’t sure if that was true, but the sight of her smooth, bare pussy turned me on immensely.
In the weeks following her encounters with Gary and Ivan, my wife’s behavior began to change. She became more absent, occasionally disappearing for hours at a time without explanation. When I asked where she had been, she would simply say she was out with friends or colleagues. At first, I didn’t think much of it, trusting her explanations and assuming she was just enjoying some social time.
One evening, she mentioned plans to attend a barbecue and chalet getaway with some old school friends, and I didn’t think anything of it. After all, I knew these friends too, and there didn’t seem to be anything suspicious about the gathering. However, as time went on, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
Then came the day we were supposed to attend her relative’s housewarming. She arrived at her relative’s place earlier than me, and I arrived later due to work. When I reached, her relatives told me she went to Bugis to search for gifts. Odd, as we prepared household gifts which I saw she left there. I couldn’t shake of the feeling of suspicion and I went to Bugis Junction to look for her. My wife was nowhere to be found, and my multiple calls to her mobile were unanswered…
Secret World
Jane sat in front of her dressing table, carefully applying her lipstick. She loved the process of dolling up and getting ready, and the transformation that took place as she fit herself in her sexy outfits. This afternoon, she wore a fitting black, spaghetti strap dress with a low neckline that showed off her shoulders and seductive cleavage.
Jane looked at herself in the mirror, and reflected on how much she had changed over the past year. Her life had become a delicate balance between two worlds, each pulling her in different directions. In her reality, she was a married woman and a successful business development manager, living up to societal expectations and maintaining a composed image. But in her own separate little world, she was free to embrace her deepest desires and fantasies, unaffected by judgment or constraint. It was in this world that she felt truly alive, desired, and free.
The transformation began subtly. Initially, it was the thrill of the secret meetings, and the excitement of doing something forbidden. But as she delved deeper into her thoughts, Jane discovered a part of herself that she had long suppressed. The act of slipping into a tight, sexy outfit, feeling the smooth, clingy fabric against her skin, awakened a sense of liberation and power within her. The attention she garnered from men—strangers who admired and desired her—fed into this sense of self-worth.
In her little world, she wasn’t just Jane, the wife or the businesswoman; she was an object of desire. The sheer bodysuits, the plunging necklines, the high-cut dresses—they all became part of her freedom. Each outfit was a declaration of her willingness to embrace her sexuality and be unapologetically herself.
When she dressed up, Jane felt a mix of vulnerability and excitement. The sheer fabrics and tight fits left nothing to the imagination, exposing her most intimate parts to the eyes of those who looked at her. While fighting off the feeling of being objectified, she felt free. She reveled in the way men’s eyes followed her every move, the way their breaths stopped when she walked into a room. She was the center of their attention.
Jane’s psychology was complex. The duality of her existence meant that she constantly dealt with the contrasting demands of her two worlds. In her everyday life, she was disciplined, strategic, and composed. But in her little world, she allowed herself to be spontaneous, passionate, and uninhibited. This split personality was a means of balance. Each side of her personality balanced the other, creating a whole that was more than the sum of its parts. Talk about the complexities of the human emotions…
The men she encountered in her secret little world played a crucial role in her transformation. They were the reflections of her fantasies. It wasn’t just about the physical pleasure. Jane found herself emotionally at peace in her encounters. In her little world, she didn’t have to conform to anyone’s expectations. She could express her desires openly, without fear of judgment or rejection. This freedom was addictive. The more she indulged in it, the more she craved it. The secrecy added to the allure, creating an exhilarating contrast to the predictability and stress of her everyday life.
Jane’s psychology was also driven by a need for validation and acceptance. The attention she received in her little world made her feel seen and appreciated in ways that her everyday life couldn’t match. Her sexy outfits were an essential part of this dynamic. They weren’t just clothes; they were symbols of her freedom, her way of feeling her body and living out her desires.
As she navigated these two worlds, Jane became adept at compartmentalizing her emotions. She learned to switch between her roles, each personality complementing the other. The thrill of her secret life spilled over into her everyday interactions, giving her a confidence and charisma that made her even more successful in her career. Conversely, the discipline and control she exercised in her professional life helped her maintain a level of discretion and safety in her secret world.
Of course, there were moments of doubts, times when Jane wondered about the sustainability of her dual personalities. Could she continue to live in two worlds without one eventually consuming the other? These questions lingered in the back of her mind, but the allure of her little world was too strong to resist. The excitement, the pleasure, the freedom—it was all too much to give up. She wasn’t content with a life confined by societal norms, judgements and expectations. Her little world offered her a space to explore her sexuality, to push her boundaries, and to experience her desires. It was a place where she could be truly herself, free from the constraints that defined her everyday life.
As she stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the fabric of her tight dress, she knew that she wasn’t able to turn back now. She put on a black, work jacket, covering her assets and got ready for a housewarming at her relatives’ place. Her plan was simple, that was to visit her relatives, drop off the housewarming gifts and leave. Then she could be back in the evening when I came over from work. The plan sounded perfect.
Blowjob
It was late at night, the room dimly lit. Jane and I were together in bed. It was some time since we had sex, so I reached out to her, my fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of her nightgown. As I gently pulled it down, revealing her bare breasts, I felt a surge of lust
Her nipples were already hard, reacting to my touch. I rubbed her nipples with my fingertips, feeling them stiffen further. Jane let out a soft moan, her body responding to the familiar yet ever-exciting sensation. I leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her breast, and then flicked my tongue over her nipple, making her gasp.
Her breathing became heavier as I continued to play with her nipples, teasing and arousing her. I could feel her body arching towards me, craving more of my touch. I moved my hand lower, brushing it across her stomach and down to the waistband of her panties. I slipped my fingers under the fabric, feeling the wetness in her pussy.
She reached for the waistband of my shorts and slipped her hand inside, finding my cock already hard. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking gently, her touch sending pleasures through me.
Without a word, Jane shifted, positioning herself between my legs. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and desire. Slowly, she took my cock out of my boxers and I saw her lowered her head in the dark of the room. She leaned in, her breath warm against my skin, and kissed the tip of my erected cock with her warm lips.
Jane’s tongue flicked out, licking the underside of my cock slowly and deliberately. She took her time, savoring the taste of my cock head in her mouth. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in time with the movements of her tongue. It was both torturously slow and incredibly arousing.
Then she opened her mouth wide and swallowed my cock deep into her mouth. I let out a low groan, my hands tangling in her hair. Jane’s lips formed a tight seal around my meat, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently. Her tongue continued to work, swirling around the tip before gliding along the underside. It felt damn shiok.
She bobbed her head up and down, taking me deeper with each motion, her hand still working at the base. I could feel the wet heat of her mouth enveloping me, the pressure building with each stroke. Her free hand moved to cup my balls, massaging gently, adding another wave of sensation to the already intense blowjob. The combination of her mouth, her hand, and the gentle pressure on my balls was driving me wild.
Jane increased her pace, her movements becoming more urgent as she sensed my approaching climax. She took me as deep as she could, her lips touching my balls and her nose buried in my cock hair. The combination of her mouth, tongue, and hand was overwhelming, and I felt myself cumming.
With a final, deep thrust, I came, my body shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm. Jane didn’t pull away; she took all of my cock, swallowing every drop of my cum. Her eyes held mine, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she gently released me from her mouth.
Breathing heavily, I pulled her up to me, kissing her deeply. The taste of my cum on her lips was a reminder of the incredible blowjob she just gave me. It was a stark contrast to the blowjobs she used to give me, short, uncomfortable and I could feel her teeth. She also refused to let me come in her mouth. But now…
As we lay there a sudden and stark realization hit me. I lay there with Jane in my arms, her head resting on my chest, and the thought crept into my mind, uninvited and insistent. The skill, the confidence, the way she knew exactly how to drive me to cum—it wasn’t just talent. It was practice.
I tried to push the thought away, but it lingered, stubbornly refusing to leave. Jane’s blowjob, how she knew what to do and when, it all pointed to one undeniable conclusion: she had done this many times before. And it wasn’t with me.
The reality of it hit me hard. A knot formed in my stomach, a mix of emotions building inside me. There was a sting of jealousy, a pang of betrayal, and a deep, unsettling sense of inadequacy. How many men had felt what I had just felt? How many had she sucked? Surely the men couldn’t resist fucking her after that.
I glanced down at Jane, her face peaceful and content, completely unaware of the turmoil inside me. I felt a surge of conflicting emotions. On one hand, I loved her deeply, cherished every moment we spent together. On the other hand, the thought of her with other men, giving them the same pleasure she had just given me, and willingly allowing them to use her body for their pleasures, was almost too much to bear.
It was a bitter pill to swallow.
Jane arrived at the hotel beside City Hall mrt. This was the third time she met with Ivan here. She felt a surge of nervousness as she stepped into the lift. She had met up with Ivan and have had sex with him numerous times before, but today was different. Ivan had insisted on bringing along friends to watch their most intimate session. It wasn’t an easy decision but Ivan was reassuring. And she could totally be herself, not judged by anyone. Getting watched while she got fucked would also heightened her pleasures through the intense sense of desire the men would have for her. The thought drove her crazy. She was hesitant, but she decided to do this, maybe just once. This… Was her little secret world after all.
Watched
My wife stood in the centre of the hotel room. Her spaghetti strap black dress clung to her body, and the tightness pulled at her skin at every move. She was not wearing anything underneath the dress and it was apparent, as there wasn’t any bra strap or panty line visible. The thin straps barely held up the low neckline, and the fullness of her breasts was alluring.
Ivan, dressed only in a white bathing robe, turned my wife to face the three men seated on the plush couch. They were from the same gym Ivan went, but my wife had never talked to them before. Their eyes were glued to her. Ivan stepped closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered something only she could hear and her face flushed red.
Ivan then reached around and cupped my wife’s breasts through the fabric of her dress, the thin material doing little to conceal the roundness of her breasts. His fingers expertly found her nipples, teasing them until they hardened against the thin dress. Jane let out a soft moan, her body responding instinctively to his touch. The men on the couch leaned forward, their eyes widening with anticipation. They had been waiting for this day for a few weeks now. The thought of a sexy married woman agreeing to be fucked openly in front of other men added to their desire and anticipation. Who could resist such an opportunity?
As my wife stood there, facing the three men on the couch, her heart pounded in her chest. She felt the weight of their gazes on her, a mix of anticipation, desire, and lust. She felt both excited and nerve wracking at the same time. Ivan’s hands cupping her breasts from behind brought her back to the present moment. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn’t suppress the soft moan that escaped from her lips. His fingers kneaded her breasts, expertly pinching her nipples lightly until they stood erect against the dress. The sensation was overwhelming and the thrill of being watched by other men seemed to add to her pleasure. Her mind was full of conflicting emotions. The discomfort of being on display, of having her most intimate moments scrutinized by strangers, clashed with the excitement she felt. She was the center of their attention.
Ivan’s caress grew more demanding, and began squeezing my wife’s breasts harder. Her moans grew louder in return and her body shuddered at the sensations she was feeling. From behind, Ivan grabbed the underside of her full breasts, squeezing them upwards and pushing her cleavage higher above the neckline of her dress. He repeated this motion, enjoying the feel of her soft, yet firm breasts and the way she responded to his touch. After a few moments, he changed his technique, moving to fondle them in a slow, circular motion, his hands sliding easily over the smooth fabric of her dress. My wife could hear the men whispering to themselves, “wah, natural natural”, and couldn’t make up her mind if she should be feeling proud or embarrassed.
Ivan gently turned my wife around to face him, their eyes locking in the moment. His hands moved lower, gripping her buttocks firmly, pulling her closer to him.As if in response, my wife wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as the couple kissed deeply. The kiss was lustful, their tongues licked each other and sucking sounds soon filled the room. Ivan continued to caress her buttocks as they frenched. By now, my wife was getting more comfortable in front of the men and didn’t object as Ivan slowly lifted the bottom of her dress as he fondled her ass.
Behind them, the men watched attentively. From the side, my wife could see them touching their crotches. Their erection was obvious underneath their jeans. The sight of their lust only fueled her own excitement. Ivan’s hands roamed freely over her body. His fingers found the bottom hem of her dress, lifting it slightly to reveal the bottom of her well toned buttocks. Her body trembled with anticipation. He played with the fabric, pulling it up slowly, teasing both her and the men watching. She could also feel Ivan’s cock growing harder, and pressing against her stomach. She knew she would be fucked by this cock again soon, and the anticipation was killing her.
Ivan then turned my wife around to face the men again and continued to caress her body. My wife closed her eyes and turned her head backwards to kiss him. Her initial reluctance and fear were fading, and now replaced by the sensations she was feeling, and the thrill of being watched without any fear of judgement. Ivan had lifted her dress to her waist by now, and my wife’s bare, shaven pussy was in full view to the three men. The men’s excitement grew, their breaths becoming more audible as they watched Ivan lifted my wife’s dress slowly. One of them stood up and began unbuckling his belt and jeans to let out his hardened cock. He sat back down and began stroking himself. Upon seeing that, the other two men followed, releasing their erection in full view of my wife.
Ivan’s hands were everywhere, caressing, kneading, and teasing my wife. He kissed her neck to her collarbone, but careful not to leave any marks. My wife’s moans grew louder, her body arching into his touch and kisses. Ivan continued caressing her body and had slipped her dress upwards, now exposing her under boobs. Without hesitation, she raised her arms, allowing Ivan to lift her dress over her head. My wife is now stark naked in front of the men.
The men cheered softly, and started to stroke their cocks at an increased pace. Ivan’s hands cupped her bare breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, drawing another moan from her lips. He whispered something to her again and my wife nodded slightly. With trembling hands, she reached down towards her pussy. She opened her legs wider, and with her fingers, she pulled her pussy folds open, exposing her raw, glistening wet insides to the men in front. This was the pussy I fucked, but in my wife’s little secret world, this was the same pussy that other men had used for their pleasures too, over and over again. The fact that my wife had allowed multiple men to fuck her married pussy was a sharp stab in my heart, and it took years to overcome the jealousy I felt.
This was what Ivan had whispered to my wife at the start of the session. He wanted her to masturbate herself in front of the men. Initially, my wife was hesitant and blushed. Now, she had seemingly let go of any fear and hesitation, and began rubbing her clit and crying out at the pleasures she was feeling.
Ivan: Open your eyes, look at them.
My wife did as she was told. Her lustful look, while moaning and continuing to masturbate, were too much for one of the men. He came unexpectedly.
One of the men: Eh, weak.
The man who came: Fuck you.
The third man: I want to fuck her, look at her sia!
My wife quickened her rubbing on her clit, and her cries grew louder. A trail of pussy juice had ran down the side of her inner thigh. Ivan continued squeezing her breasts and the teasing on her nipples. The sheer audacity of the situation, the raw, unfiltered lust in the room, was unlike anything my wife had ever experienced. The fear and uncertainty were gone, and she had surrendered to the sensations flooding her senses.
Jane: ARGGHHh…hhhh!!!!
With a loud, uninhibited cry, she came. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The thrill of exposing herself to the men she had never met before, and engaging in such intimate act, added to the intensity of her orgasm such that some pussy juice spurted out as she came, before running another trail down her legs.
Ivan was pleased at what he saw. He turned my wife to face him and kissed her deeply. He then place a hand on her head. Knowing exactly what Ivan wanted, my wife knelt down obediently…
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mikestc
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