Stranger
I was getting frustrated. After hearing from her relatives that my wife came down to Bugis, I rushed down in an attempt to meet up with her. As I searched through the gift and electronic shops, I continued calling her mobile. Or rather, I bombed her mobile, making over 20 calls in about an hour. All my calls went unanswered. Something was off. If not for my early release from work, I wouldn’t have experienced this. After an hour and a half walking around Bugis Junction repeatedly, I called it quits, angry and tired. Forget the housewarming, I was going home straight to rest.
My wife knelt before Ivan, her heart pounding with anticipation. She looked up at him, before she slowly lowered her gaze to his erected cock standing proudly in front of her. She took a deep breath, her lips parting slightly as she leaned in, her hands reaching up to gently grasp his shaft.
My wife started by kissing the tip of his cock, her lips soft and warm against his sensitive cock head. She flicked her tongue out, lightly licking the contours of the head, and tasting the salty pre-cum that had gathered there. Ivan let out a low groan, his hands moving to the back of her head to guide her movements. Encouraged by his response, she wrapped her lips around the cock head, sucking gently as she swirled her tongue around it. She did this for a good minute or so, as a prelude, before applying a bit more pressure and taking him deeper into her mouth. Her hand stroked the base of his shaft, with her fingers wrapping firmly around him as she worked her mouth up and down. She used her other hand to gently cup his balls, massaging them lightly as she continued to bob her head. Her mouth created a tight, wet seal around his cock and the sound of her sucking filled the room. Ivan’s groans grew louder and his hips started to move in time with her rhythm.
My wife alternated between deep, slow strokes and quick, shallow ones. She hollowed her cheeks, increasing the suction, then relaxed her mouth to allow his cock to slide deeper into her mouth. She also used her tongue to press against the underside of his cock, adding to the pressure and pleasure. She alternated between these motions for a good 10 minutes, all the while getting used to the girth of his cock again. Compared to Gary’s cock, Ivan’s manhood was thicker and harder to deep throat. Of course, my own cock paled in comparison. The three men watched attentively, seemingly forgetting to breathe, while stroking their own cocks furiously.
My wife could feel Ivan’s cock twitch in her mouth, a sign that he was getting close to cumming. She took him as deep as she could, his cock head now hitting against the back of her throat. She fought the urge to gag, and focused on the pleasure she was giving him instead. Her face soon grew red. She pulled back slightly, her lips dragging along his length, before plunging down the full length of his cock again. She repeated this motion, increasing her speed and her hand stroking in sync with her mouth. Wet, gagging sounds escaped her throat.
Ivan’s grip on her head tightened, his hips thrusting forward to meet her movements. My wife moaned around his cock. She could feel him getting closer, his breath coming in short gasps. With one final, deep push into her throat, Ivan came, his warm cum flooding her mouth. It was a huge load and my wife had to tighten her lips around his cock to prevent any cum from oozing out. She continued to suck and her tongue swirled around his cock head, her saliva now mixing with his cum in her mouth. She slowed her movements, milking every last drop from him, before finally pulling back, her lips lingering on the tip. She looked up at Ivan, and playfully stuck out her tongue to show him the cum inside her mouth. With a gulp, she then swallowed the whole load.
My wife knew she had pleased Ivan well, but from past experiences, she knew a blowjob was not enough to satisfy his lust. She was right. Ivan helped her to her feet, his hands steadying her as she rose. Her legs felt weak from the kneeling, but his grip was reassuring. He guided her to the bed, the men in the room watching with rapt attention. Ivan gestured to them, and they moved the couch closer, eager to witness the next scene.
Once at the bed, Ivan laid my wife down gently, her back against the cool sheets. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes meeting hers as he slowly spread her thighs apart. Her breath quickened in anticipation, her body already responding to what was to come.
Ivan leaned over her, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body again, caressing her breasts, her sides, her hips and thighs. He took his time, savoring the feel of her beneath him, the softness of her skin, the way she trembled with desire. My wife returned his passion by wrapping her arms around his neck and frenching him back lovingly.
In the missionary position, Ivan positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and ready. He quickly slipped on a thin condom. He guided his cock into her pussy with a slow, deliberate thrust, filling her completely. Jane moaned, her back arching off the bed as he stretched her, the sensation was overwhelming. Ivan set a steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and slow, his eyes never leaving hers.
He leaned down, his mouth finding her neck, kissing and nibbling at her sensitive skin. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer with each thrust. My wife’s hands roamed his back, her nails digging into his skin as her hip matched his movements. The men on the couch watched intently, their eyes following every movement, every thrust. My wife could feel their eyes on her, adding to the intensity of the moment. Ivan’s pace quickened, while her moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as he drove his cock into her.
After about 15 minutes or so, Ivan slowed his movements, pulling out of her and guiding her to sit up. He helped her straddle him, positioning her in the cowboy position. My wife’s hands rested on his shoulders as she lowered herself onto his cock, taking him in inch by inch. The sensation was intense, as the angle and depth of the penetration were hitting all the right spots.
She began to move, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Ivan’s hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements, his eyes locked onto hers. My wife threw her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she rode him, her moans filling the room. As my wife’s confidence grew, she increased her pace, her movements becoming more fluid. Her hands roamed Ivan’s shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles as she rode him. She could feel the heat of his body beneath her, the way his cock throbbed inside her with each movement. Ivan’s hands gripped her waist firmly, his fingers pressing into her soft skin. He guided her hips in a circular motion, changing the angle slightly to hit different spots. My wife gasped, the new sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her.
The men on the couch leaned forward, their eyes glued to the sight of my naked wife and her bouncing tits, riding Ivan with such passion and intensity. The attention heightened my wife’s arousal, making her movements even more deliberate and sensual.
My wife arched her back, pushing her D-cup breasts forward, presenting them to Ivan. He took the invitation, his hands moving to her chest, his palms brushing over her erect nipples. The sensation was electric, sending shivers through her body. Ivan’s touch was confident, knowing exactly how to drive her wild with desire. He began to fondle her breasts lovingly, kneading them as they bounced onto his hands.
My wife leaned forward, her lips finding Ivan’s in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined, tasting each other. If I were there to witness my wife kissing another man so lovingly, while willingly using her pussy to pleasure his cock, my heart wouldn’t be able to take it.
Ivan’s hands moved back to her hips, his grip tightening as he guided her movements. My wife rode him with abandon, her body moving in perfect harmony with his. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as she approached the peak of her climax. Ivan’s hands moved to her ass, squeezing and guiding her movements with firm, commanding pressure. The sensation was overwhelming.
With a final, powerful thrust, Ivan guided my wife to lean back, shifting into the reverse cowboy position. Her hands rested on his thighs as she adjusted her angle, her movements slow and deliberate at first. She could feel every inch of his cock inside her, still rock hard and the sensation was overwhelming.
She began to move, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. Ivan’s hands gripped her hips, his eyes locked onto the sight of her ass moving in perfect rhythm. Slowly, my wife’s movements became more urgent, her body trembling with pleasure as she rode him. Ivan’s hands moved to her back, guiding her movements, his touch firm and steady.
The men on the couch watched, their eyes following every movement. Ivan’s hands wrapped around to fondle her breasts again. He held that position for probably a good 5 minutes, grabbing her breasts from behind and he continued fucking her. My wife could feel the pleasure building, and the intensity growing with every movement. Ivan’s hands gripped her hips next, his thrusts becoming quicker. Jane could feel her orgasm building, as the pleasure was overwhelming.
As Ivan continued his fucking, he slowly began to shift their position. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against him as he leaned forward. Jane’s hands reached back to brace herself against his thighs, her back arching as she adjusted to the new angle. The feeling was intense, his cock hitting deeper with each thrust.
With each thrust, Ivan guided her movements, his breath hot against her ear as he murmured words to her. My wife’s heart raced, the sensation was overwhelming as he kept driving into her. She could feel his strength, his dominance, as he took control, guiding her towards something she hadn’t anticipated.
Ivan’s grip on my wife’s waist tightened, his thrusts slowing just enough for him to maneuver her off his lap. He stood behind her, his cock still deep inside her, and began to push her forward with deliberate intent. Her breath hitched as she felt herself being moved, her legs shaky but compliant as he guided her towards the edge of the bed, where one of the men sat, watching them with a hunger in his eyes.
As they neared the man, my wife’s mind was troubled. She could feel the heat of Ivan’s body pressed against her back, his hands firm on her hips as he continued to fuck her from behind. The man in front of her shifted slightly, his cock now standing fully erect, mere inches from her face. The reality of the situation hit her, a mixture of trepidation and undeniable arousal coursing through her.
Ivan’s pace slowed, his thrusts becoming more controlled as he pushed her closer to the man. My wife’s eyes were fixed on the throbbing cock in front of her, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the distance between her lips and the man’s cock diminished. The tip of it was so close that she could feel the heat radiating off of it, her lips parting slightly, almost instinctively. She then shook her head slightly, to the man’s dismay.
Ivan continued to move her forward, his thrusts deep and steady, each one driving her closer to the man’s cock. My wife’s hands gripped the seat of the couch beneath her, her mind full of conflicting emotions. She was on the edge of something new, something that can push the boundaries of her secret world.
All of a sudden, one of the other men said: I think your phone has been ringing non-stop for the past hour…
My wife: Huh? Arhh… Ahh…
Ivan: Bring here, who is it?
Man: Oh it says “Dear”, oh her husband!!
Ivan slowed his pace, and said to my wife: You should call him back and see what is it.
My wife: Ok, don’t make any noise ya. I’m worried what he wants.
Me: Hello?
My wife: Dear, what is it?
Me: Where are you? Why never answer my call? The housewarming gifts bought already, what are you doing?!
My wife: I searching … For more house… Hold things.
She bit her lips as Ivan started fucking her again.
Me: I’m in train already, I’m going home to rest.
My wife: Ok, you go home rest ok?
I hang up, frustrated and tired. At that moment, it didn’t occurred to me how sweet and feeble her voice was. Usually she would be angry if I skipped family outings with her relatives. I also did not realise how quiet her surroundings were. It couldn’t be if she was at Bugis Junction.
With a hard push from Ivan, my wife cried out, after holding back her moans while talking to me.
Ivan: How does it feel to talk to your husband when you are being fucked by another man?
My wife: …
Ivan slowed down and stopped: I cannot hear you…
My wife: It… Feels great …
Ivan: Then what you want now.
My wife mumbled…
Ivan: Cannot hear you leh.
My wife reached behing her to grab one of Ivan’s hands, said: I want you to fuck me more…
With that, Ivan pumped his cock into my wife’s pussy again, now even harder and quicker than before after that short rest. My wife cried out, her breasts now bouncing directly in front of the man. As Ivan continued pumping her from behind, she found herself only a breath away from the man’s cock, her mouth hovering just above it. Ivan held her steady, his hands never leaving her hips, his cock still buried deep inside her. He whispered something low and commanding, though she couldn’t make out the words over the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. She shook her head again.
Torn between the thrill of the situation and her lingering hesitation, my wife continued moaning in response to Ivan’s hard fucking. The cock in front of her belonged to man she had never seen before. Yet, it looked so juicy and tempting. How would it feel to suck a stranger’s cock? How would it feel like to suck a cock while being fucked hard at the same time? The man in front of her shifted again, his cock twitching as if in eager response to the proximity of her lips. The choice was hers to make, the power to decide what came next resting entirely in her hands.
And as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the man’s cock, my wife felt a surge of excitement. This was her world, her secret space where she could explore every desire without fear or judgment. But this, is something new. How will it end? What would happen? How would his cum taste like? My wife was surprised at her own thoughts, especially at how she wondered how his cum would taste. Holding on to the last strand of her sanity, she resisted the temptation as best as she could.
Ivan drove his cock into her even harder then before, pushing her forward with every thrust. My wife’s lips touched the man’s cock lightly but remained shut. The man was exhilarated by now, and other men watched on intently. The situation was so intense. Ivan reached around my wife’s hips as his fingers found her clit, now soaking wet from her own juice. He began to finger her clit while he continued his pumping, without missing a beat. The sensations were overwhelming and my wife cried out even louder.
My wife: ARGHHH!! ARGHHHHHhhhh .. argffhhh … Hmmmmmfff… Hmmfffff
Her cries became muffled. The man in front of her threw his head backwards and let out a huge groan.
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Originally Posted by
Nitrolicious
Sounds like she took the guys’s cock in!
Yes, she did. Unfortunately this is only the start of something wild.
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As my wife stood before the man, a mix of anticipation and temptation rushed to her mind. These emotions were also driven by the pleasure she was receiving from Ivan, who was still fucking her hard from behind. Her mind was a swirl of thoughts, emotions and pleasures she struggled to contain. The man standing before her was so close, his cock just right at her eye level, hard and pulsating.
She couldn’t help but stare at his cock. It was so different, so enticing, the way it stood there, almost tempting her to taste it. While Gary’s cock was longer and Ivan’s wider in girth, the man’s cock in front was a middle ground but with a large cock head. Her heart raced as she felt Ivan’s hands on her hips, his thrusts steady and powerful, yet her focus was drawn entirely to the man’s cock in front of her.
My wife’s mouth watered at the thought of sucking him, the temptation growing stronger with each passing second. She could see every detail—his smooth skin on his cock head, the way it twitched slightly in anticipation, the way the light caught the sheen of pre-cum oozing from its tip. It looked so hard, so juicy, almost begging to be sucked and pleasured. She wondered what it would feel like, how he would react to the warmth of her lips, and the softness of her tongue. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a wave of heat gathering in her belly as her desire intensified, and with Ivan’s relentless pumping in her pussy.
My wife hesitated and shook her head. She knew this was a line she hadn’t crossed before, a step further into her little world where she could do anything without fear of judgment. She had submitted to Gary’s tenderness and Ivan’s authoritative demands, but these were natural progression after knowing them for some time. The thought of sucking a stranger’s juicy cock was thrilling, intoxicating, and as Ivan’s pace quickened behind her, driving her closer to the edge, she felt her resolve crumbling.
She leaned in slowly, her lips parting as she moved closer to the man in front of her. Her breath brushed against his cock head, her heart pounding in her chest as the temptation became too much to resist. She was drawn to him, to the allure of giving in to her deepest desires, to the thrill of knowing she was about to experience something new, something so forbidden.
Ivan, seemingly sensing her thoughts, began to increase his pace and fucked her even more vigorously than before. My wife moaned louder, now in complete abandon about the fact that she was fully naked in front of strangers, her round tits bouncing in front of them while getting fucked hard from behind. She could feel Ivan’s hand reaching around her hips and located her clit in front. His fingers began massaging her clit, combined with the relentless fucking of her pussy, a jolt of intense pleasure shot through my wife’s body and she cried out uncontrollably.
Without a second thought, she gave in to her temptations and in a huge gulp, she plunged her head forward and took the man’s cock deep into her mouth. As her lips finally closed around his cock, the warm taste filled her senses, sending a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her body. She couldn’t stop herself now, the temptation was too strong, too overwhelming. The feeling of his hard cock in her mouth, the weight and the warmth, was everything she had imagined and more.
Her thoughts became a blur of pleasure. Her mind was fully consumed by the strong fucking in her pussy and the desire to please the cock in her mouth. The temptation had won.
With his hard cock nestled between her lips, my wife let her tongue glide along his length, tasting the heat and salt of his meat as she moved slowly, savoring every inch. Her lips pressed tightly around him, creating a soft, wet seal. Slowly, she let her tongue slip out, teasing him lightly as she ran it lightly along the underside of his cock. The taste of him was subtle at first, salty and intimate, a taste she found herself craving more of. The warmth of him filled her instantly, and she closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his cock against her tongue. He was so hard and thick.
She began to bob her head in a steady pace, letting him feel the pressure of her mouth on his cock. Each time she withdrew, she swirled her tongue around the tip, before descending again. Her hand came up to meet her mouth, stroking the base of his shaft with a firm grip. She could feel the pulse of his cock, the way his breath stuttered as she took him deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside, guiding him further into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, creating a tighter seal around him, drawing out groans from the man. Her lips stretched to accommodate his larger cock head, and her jaw had to open wider as she took him deeper into her mouth.
She then relaxed her throat, taking him in as deep as she could, letting the tip of his cock rub against the back of her throat. The sensation made her gag, but she didn’t pull back, instead she swallowed around his cock. Her throat tightened with his cock in it. The reaction was immediate; the man let out a deep moan, his hands tangling in her hair as he began to thrust into her mouth.
Jane: Glugg… Glugg… Glug Glugg hmmm ahh… Ahhhh… Glluggg Glugg…
Wet, gagging sounds and moans from my wife filled the room. The other two men moved closer, and Ivan gave them a nod of encouragement.
What a scene it became. My wife getting pumped hard in her pussy from behind, while the other man fucked her mouth from the front. My wife was totally engrossed in the act, so much so she didn’t react as the two other men moved in and started groping her breasts and buttocks. She knew she had crossed the line. She was sucking a stranger’s cock while allowing other men to grope her private parts. Parts that should have been reserved for me, her husband, were now being fondled and caressed by men she didn’t even know. Her mind was now full of pleasures and sensations from the men, and she couldn’t care more…
Fallen
My wife could feel the man in front of her nearing his climax. His breathing grew heavier, and his hips thrusting faster into her mouth. She knew the telltale signs—his grip on her head was tightening, the slight tremble in his thighs, and the low groans escaping his lips. It was a familiar rhythm, one she had come to recognize over time. Behind her, Ivan was relentless, driving his cock into her pussy with the same raw intensity, with each thrust pushing her body forward onto the man’s cock in front. She could feel the tension building within him as well, his deep groans filling the room.
The room was thick with the sounds of my wife’s muffled moans of pleasure, the slap of skin and the heavy breathing of the men. It was overwhelming, and yet, in that moment, she was completely immersed in the sensation of it all. She felt both men moving in sync, thrusting their hard cocks into her at the same time, sandwiching her in between. The other two men alternated between fondling and squeezing her breasts, and caressing her buttocks, occasionally slapping it. There was a sense of inevitability, there was no escape, and she surrendered to it completely.
The man in front of her quickened his pace, his cock swelling in her mouth as he groaned, and suddenly exploded midway deep down her mouth. She felt him shudder, his body tense as he came, filling her mouth with hot, salty cum. He then pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, driving his cum further down her throat. He left his cock in that deep throated position, pulsating while riding out the pleasure. His cum was salty and thick, not bitter at all, exactly how my wife preferred. In that position, she had no choice but to swallow his cum. As she did so, her throat tightened further on the man’s cock. He must have felt immense pleasure from the tight, deep throat, as he groaned and came again, shooting out a second load of thick cum, this time directly down her throat, causing her to retch and tear a little.
At the same moment, behind her, Ivan let out a deep, guttural moan as he reached his own orgasm, his grip on her hips tightening as he came with his cock inside her pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, both men reaching their orgasms simultaneously, their bodies trembling as they gave in to their pleasure.
With a final, shuddering breath, they both withdrew their cocks from her, their heavy breathing filling the room as the intensity of the moment slowly faded away. Jane felt her legs give way beneath her, and she sank onto the couch, her body exhausted and spent. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath, her heart still racing from the exertion. The room was quiet now, the earlier frenzy replaced by a heavy silence as everyone caught their breath.
Jane closed her eyes, her body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. She felt drained, both physically and mentally, but there was also a lingering satisfaction that she couldn’t quite put into words. It had been intense—more intense than she had expected—but yet, she felt she could have taken in more…
After a few moments, she slowly sat up. She knew she needed to clean up. With a tired sigh, she stood and made her way to the bathroom. The session had taken longer than she had expected, and her body felt the weight of every minute. Her muscles ached, her skin was slick with sweat, and her mind was still reeling from the intensity of what happened.
As she washed herself, she couldn’t help but replay the session in her mind, the images still fresh and vivid. The feeling of Ivan inside her, the way the man had exploded in her mouth, the way her body had responded to every touch—it was all still so clear, so present. She ran her hands over her breasts, feeling the soft, yet firm, skin. Her nipples were still hard, reminding her of the pleasures she had when the other men fondled and squeezed them. She tried to push it out of her mind, to focus on the task at hand, but it lingered, like an itch she couldn’t quite scratch.
After a few minutes, Jane finished her shower and dried herself off. She glanced at the clock, realizing just how much time had passed. The session had gone on longer than she had anticipated, and she needed to get back to her relatives’ place. With a deep breath, she changed back to her dress and jacket.
She quickly left the hotel room and made her way to the lift, eager to leave the hotel behind. She pressed the lift button, and as the doors began to close, she heard a sudden rush of footsteps. A hand shot out, stopping the door just before it could shut. She looked up, surprised, and there he was — Jason, the man she had given the intense blowjob earlier. An awkward moment hung in the air between them as he stepped into the lift, his presence instantly filling the small space.
For a brief second, neither of them spoke. The air felt thick with unspoken words and the memory of what had transpired. Jane looked away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Jason broke the silence first, a slight, nervous smile on his lips.
Jason: Hey, just now was so good.
Jane nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly, not quite sure what to say. She glanced at the panel of buttons, watching the floors tick by, feeling every second stretch out.
Jason: Can I see you again?
Caught off guard, Jane hesitated for a moment. Jason unlocked his phone and handed it over. Her fingers quickly typed in her number and handed the phone back to him. The lift finally arrived at the lobby, and the doors slid open.
In the days that followed, Jane found herself unable to focus. At work, she would sit at her desk, staring at the screen as her thoughts drifted back to that evening in the hotel. The spreadsheets, the emails, and the conference calls became background noise, overcame by the vivid memories that played over and over in her mind. She tried to shake it off, telling herself that it was just a one-time experience, something she could compartmentalize and forget. But the truth was, it wasn’t that simple.
The memory of being fucked by Ivan in front of those men was seared into her consciousness. She could still feel the intensity of his hands on her hips, the way he had taken control. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. And then there was the stranger — the man she had deep throated, his cock was so hard and juicy, while the others stood around, watching, molesting her. Jane had never been in a situation like that, and the thought of it both thrilled and unsettled her.
She felt dirty. There was no denying it. The idea of what she had done — letting a roomful of strangers watch her in such an intimate moment, allowing their hands to roam her body, feeling their touch on her skin — it was something that should have filled her with shame. A part of her wanted to feel guilty, to regret the choices she had made that night. But she couldn’t. Not fully. Because the other part of her, the part she tried to suppress in her daily life, had loved every second of it.
At the time, it had felt so good. The thrill of being the center of attention, of knowing that these men desired her, wanted her, and were captivated by her every move — it had been intoxicating.
But now, sitting at her desk, Jane wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was it just the heat of the moment? A fleeting encounter that had spiraled out of control? Or was there something more to it, something deeper that she couldn’t quite put into words? She had always been adventurous, always enjoyed pushing boundaries, but this felt different. It wasn’t just about sex anymore. It was about the way it made her feel — alive, free, and in control, even when she was surrendering.
Jane ran her fingers through her hair, letting out a frustrated sigh as she tried to refocus on the work at hand. But her mind kept pulling her back, replaying the details of that night. The way Ivan had fucked her from behind, the way her lips had wrapped around the stranger’s cock, the feeling of their hands on her body. She could still feel their touch, still hear the sounds of their breathing, and her own moans of pleasure.
She thought about the way she had responded, how her body had betrayed her hesitation. There had been a moment, right before she had taken the man into her mouth, when she had felt a surge of fear, of uncertainty. But as soon as she felt him in her mouth, all of that had disappeared. She had given herself over to the pleasure, to the moment, and it had felt so good. Too good. It was like a switch had flipped inside her, and once it was turned on, there was no going back.
That was the part that scared her the most — how much she had enjoyed it. The feeling of being so utterly exposed, so vulnerable.
What did this mean for her? For her marriage? For her life? She had always been able to separate the two worlds — the one where she was a wife, a professional, and a respectable woman, and the one where she was free to explore her darkest desires without fear of judgment. But now, those worlds were beginning to blur. The pleasure she had felt that night was undeniable, but so was the weight of the consequences that came with it.
As the days passed, Jane found herself longing for more. She couldn’t help it. The thrill of that evening had left her craving something she couldn’t quite understand. It wasn’t just about sex; it was about the feeling of being desired, being vulnerable, losing control and of pushing her boundaries further than she ever had before. She wanted to experience that rush again, to see how far she could go, how much she could handle.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a buzz from her phone. It was a message.
From Jason.
Jason: Babe. I want to see you again…
Occasions
Occasion 1:
Jason: Babe… still thinking about that night la. Really want to see you again. You really sexy in that black dress, you know?
Jane: Aiyoh, you ah… don’t make me shy leh 😅.
Jason: Haha, no need to shy shy la. I think you enjoyed yourself, hor? The way you look at me… wah, made my heart race, you know. Got miss me or not?
Jane: Miss you? Hmmm… a bit la. You ah, so thick-skinned 😜.
Jason: Thick-skinned because you’re worth it leh. Next time we meet… maybe I make you choke again?
Jane: Oei! Don’t be naughty. Next time ah? We see how lah… maybe, maybe not 😉."
Occasion 2:
Jason: Babe… you free this weekend ah? We go makan together, just the two of us?
Jane: Aiyoh… cannot la. Got plans already with hubby. You ah, so cheeky.
Jason: Hubby ah? Aiyah, you know he lucky to have you la… but you also deserve some fun, mah. I bring you to a nice place, quiet one. Nobody disturb. You wear that tight dress again, can? 😏
Jane: Tight dress again? You crazy ah! Last time, already so risky.
Jason: Risky is the best part. You… love the thrill, don’t play-play la 😏. Don’t pretend.
Jane: Hmmm… you naughty la. Maybe I let you see if you behave 😜.
Jason: Behave? Eh, behave too much is boring la. Your hubby know you had sex with other men or not huh😉.
Occasion 3:
Jason: Babe… thinking of you la. Cannot sleep. You are so beautiful . I remember your fave so clearly. You also awake, right?
Jane: Why you always know ah? Yah la, lying here but mind somewhere else.
Jason: Somewhere else? Hmm… where ah? Or with who? 😏
Jane: Oei, don’t anyhow! Not with anyone la. Just thinking… about things 😅.
Jason: Things like… last time? That time ah, wah, still fresh in my mind, you know. You… Made me cum twice leh.
Jane: Eh, don’t start la! I told you, so paiseh to think about it. But… yah, a bit fun la.
Jason: I think you were the one who surprised me. The way you… Suck me that night. Wah. I can still feel it. Suck so deep my cock disappear!
Jane: Haha, you so drama la. But yah… maybe I also still remember a bit la 😏.
Jason: Just a bit? Eh, next time… I make sure you remember a lot more 😉.
Jane: Next time ah? We see lah… no promises 😘.
Occasion 4:
Jason: Babe, how’s your day? Got miss me or not?
Jane: Miss you? You think so easy meh? Busy with work la!
Jason: Work hard, play hard mah! Maybe after work, I come pick you up… take you somewhere nice. You sit in my car, we talk talk… maybe more 😉.
Jane: Aiyoh, you ah! So sneaky. Cannot la, later people see.
Jason: People see only if you want them to see. You like being seen, don’t bluff la 😏. Remember how you felt that time in the room?
Jane: Oei! Idiot… Don’t talk to you if like that. Wait people see. See how…
Jason: Anything you say, I’ll do. But ah… I got a perfect plan. You come Ipoh, my house there. Landed one. Confirm no one will see or hear you. But you better not back out hor 😜.
Jane: I see how first la… don’t always so confident, you ah!
Occasion 5 :
Jason: Babe, what you wearing today ah? Must be something sexy again, knowing you 😉.
Jane: Aiyoh, don’t be so naughty la. Just normal office wear only. You think I dress up every day for you ah?
Jason: Eh, don’t bluff. I know you. Even in office wear, sure look damn sexy one. What, pencil skirt? Tight blouse? Tell me la.
Jane: Haha, maybe la… Why, you imagining things ah?
Jason: Aiyo, of course la. I can already see it in my head… you in that tight skirt, blouse hugging your curves. Wah, your boss also sure cannot focus with you around 😂.
Jane: You ah, so bad. Don’t tell you… 😘.
Occasion 6:
Jason: Babe, tomorrow night I’m free. How about we meet ah? You wear that sexy again, can?
Jane: Meet for what ah? You think I just come out like that? 😜
Jason: Haha, of course not la. I bring you for dinner first… maybe some drinks after. Then… we see how la. You trust me, right?
Jane: Trust you? Hmmm… a bit dangerous to trust you la. But okay… maybe tomorrow we meet. I dress up a bit la.
Jason: Dress up a bit? Wah, don’t bluff. I know you. You’ll look stunning one. Can’t wait la… make sure you wear something that makes me go crazy ah 😏.
Jane: Haha, I’ll think about it. But you behave, okay?
Jason: Eh, I always behave la. Until you tell me not to 😘.
Jane: Idiot!
Jason: You tell your husband what. You come out meet another man?
Jane: Don’t anyhow. He will just know I’m busy with appointment.
Jason: Appointment with the guy you deep throat hor?
Jane: OEIIIUU!!!!!
Occasion 7:
Jason: Morning, babe. You ready for tonight? I’ve been thinking about it all day la. Cannot focus already.
Jane: Morning baobei 😏. You so kancheong for what? Later you see me, you’ll still be able to focus ah?
Jason: Cannot focus already la. You wearing that dress today? Or you saving something special for later?
Jane: Hmmm, maybe I save something special la. Something that will… surprise you 😜.
Jason: Wah, now I cannot wait already. Don’t play with me la. What color? What style? You need to give me a hint at least!
Jane: 😘. You will like one
Jason: Wah, tonight sure I die already. You know what you’re doing to me la.
Jane: Good… then you better behave later 😏.
Jason: Later see you sure cannot tahan. Tell me leh, what you wearing.
Jane: Call me baobei I show you?
Jason: Baobei baobei baobei baobei baobei baobei baobei baobei …
Jane:
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I cant imagine how you felt this after you heard all this but I hope you are well atm.
I am not fine. I felt hurt. I felt betrayed. Despite so many years had passed, I still feel unbalanced and have mood swings from time to time. But I have to go on.
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glad you go on. if you need anyone to talk to, just PM
Thanks bro.
JB
Jane had packed her luggage for her upcoming company retreat in JB — three days of seminars, team-building activities, and socializing with colleagues. She had told me about it earlier in the month, nothing unusual, as her company had overseas retreats each year around the same time. What drew my suspicions was that her past retreats were typically two days, over the weekends. As her department was in sales, they were unable to extend their stays to Mondays, a production day. Of course, I didn’t know better.
Communications with her over the three days were short, she wanted to leverage on the hotel wifi and hence did not buy an overseas data plan. She came back, nothing out of the ordinary, but had an acute gastric attack. She told me it was due to the spicy food she ate there, and her tolerance to spicy food was quite low.
I could feel there was more to the story, something she wasn’t telling me. I knew her well enough to sense when she was holding back. And that was the part that lingered with me—the not knowing. To this day, I did not figure out what exactly had happened. Perhaps I was overthinking, I was getting sensitive, perhaps.
Or perhaps I can post the question to the bros here. What does everyone think could have happened then? Could there be more to the gastric pain she experienced? Gather collective wisdom, and explore a new way of writing. More updates to come, albeit this one being short
Sore
Jane: Baobei… 😖 I’m feeling a bit sore…
Jason: Aiyo, baobei where sore? You okay? What happened?
Jane: My lower abdomen, lah. Very sore and tight. Your fault!!
Jason: Sorry baobei… I didn’t think you’d feel it after!
Jane: Well, I do feel it now 🥲
Jason: That day you’re such a good girl…
Jason:
Maybe next time cannot like that le 😘
Jane: Stop teasing, I’m still recovering 🫣
🙄 you’re too much
Jason: So… what did you tell your husband? About the pain? 🤔
Jane: i told him it’s gastric 😬
Jason: He believe ma baobei? No idea ah he?
Jane: Yeah, no idea 🤭 I didn’t tell him anything about Ipoh… he thinks I had a normal trip.
I kept it simple… just told him I felt unwell when I came back. 😅
Jason:
Smart girl 😉 If only he knew…
Jane: shhhh 🤭
Jason: Don’t worry… but I miss you already… Everytime think of baobei pretty face I become hard immediately
Jane: Baobei so naughty… Miss U 😙
Jason: So… next time? 😏
Jane: Mmm… I haven’t thought about it 🤭
Jason: Your that black night gown… So sexy…
Jane: huh? 😳 You want to make me sore again issit? 😂 Cannot!! Must wait le… Come le …
Jason: Then how? I’m thinking of baobei now, cannot work, cannot sleep
Jane:
Haha, don’t give me another excuse to lie about my “gastric” again 😂
Jason: Don’t worry… next time I massage you nicely
Jane: See first…
Jason: Baobei I want to see you…
Jane:…
TW
Jason: Taiwan was great. We are good at playing couple in front of your friends. Love you baobei.
Jane: Haha, yea. It’s been fun.
Jason: It’s been more than fun… especially those nights. You know… 😏
Jane: idiot. By the way, I was thinking… the baths. You know if a guy and girl bathe together, things are bound to happen. If got reaction, then… will proceed naturally, right?
Jason: Ya, you know how it goes. 😏 But, I noticed you asked me why I was in the bath so long. What do you think happened?
Jane: Haha, yeah!! What was up with that? You were in there forever. I already clean and scrub you already why you still inside so long?
Jason: Your fault… let’s just say when you were cleaning me, especially when you washed there… He got hard again. 😂
Jane: Huh, seriously? Didn’t we finish before we even got into the bath? You mean you still had to finish?
Jason: Ya….
Jane: Then? That’s the day we went KTV right? You said still got time, ask me sit on top. Already gave you le… Not enough????
Jason: Haha, yeah, but once you touched me again in there… I cant help it. Hard all over again. 😏
Jane: Aiyooooooo… You’re unbelievable! I thought already finished, end already then we go bathe. So what, you just jerk off after I left the bathroom ah 😂
Jason: Ya. I had to. You got me going again, but you were already out of the bath… I cannot take it if cannot finish…
Jane: Aiyooo. I didn’t realise you hard again. Thought help you wash then ok liao. Didn’t know baobei never finish will feel bad… I guess have to help you finish properly next time 😉
Jason: You say de hor baobei. Baobei is the prettiest.
And that’s how I came to know the truth: my wife met Jason in Taiwan and was fucked by him, night after night. What was supposed to be a simple charity trip with her friends, who didn’t know she was married, turned into something much more. She didn’t tell me all the details at first, of course. Jane made it sound like an innocent getaway, but the truth trickled out in bits and pieces.
The trip had been arranged months ago. Jane was going with her charity group, a few friends who had no idea about her double life or her marriage to me. They saw her as a single, carefree woman, someone who could do as she pleased. So when Jason showed up, nothing seemed out of the ordinary to them. To them, he was just her boyfriend.
I could imagine them together, acting like a loving couple in public—holding hands, laughing, hugging and exchanging kisses. In the privacy of their hotel room, though, things were different. She didn’t need to pretend there. She admitted that they made love every night, maybe even during the day when they had a moment alone. Quickies, most likely, between the planned activities of the trip. Though she didn’t go into detail, I could piece it together.
She mentioned their bath together. As though the idea of her bathing with another man, washing his cock with her hands, wasn’t bad enough… It was clear that wasn’t the only time they were intimate. From her tone, I could guess what else had happened. The way she casually mentioned their nights together, without elaborating, made it obvious. I didn’t need to ask; I knew she’d likely sucked him off too. That was just the kind of relationship they had. She knew how much Jason loved it.
It was a gut-wrenching realization. What started as a simple trip with friends turned into days and nights of intimacy with Jason. Nothing I could ever imagine when I sent her off to Taiwan at the airport. Of course, I could tell there was more with the other men too, as her breaks from work continued to be common.
Jane continued her routine, seamlessly moving between two worlds. During the day, she was still the same loving wife, attending to her duties at home—cleaning, cooking, taking care of things as she always had. But at night, or during the hours when she was supposed to be “out with friends” or “running errands,” it was clear she was slipping away to meet Gary, Ivan, and Jason in various hotels. No prizes for guessing what they did to her behind closed doors.
There was a stark difference in how our lives had become. At home, she was affectionate, and outwardly, everything seemed normal. But we had sex a whole lot less. It was hard not to notice. It felt like every time I tried to initiate something, there was a reluctance in her, as though her body and mind had already been fully satisfied elsewhere. I could only guess if she was holding me off, preserving herself for her meetings with them—waiting for those moments when they could have her completely to themselves and fuck her to their hearts content. Was I just an afterthought? Was she saving all her passion for them?
Her phone constantly buzzed with messages, and though I didn’t pry, I knew exactly who was on the other side of the screen. The flirtatious exchanges between her and the other men continued. The playful teasing, the provocative messages were were never-ending. She would send them photos, posing in outfits I had never seen her wear for me. I would catch glimpses of her snapping pictures of herself in tight dresses, lingerie, and outfits that clung to her figure, her breasts pushed up, or a cheeky flash of her bare skin. It was all for them. She was always eager to share with them, to keep them wanting more.
When I did manage to get some intimacy, it was different. It felt disconnected, almost obligatory. There was a passion she once had that now seemed to be elsewhere. It was like she was reserving her body for them, for those secret moments in the hotels where she could be herself—where she didn’t have to be a wife, but just a woman who wanted to be fucked hard by multiple men. It was hard not to wonder if each time she refused me, it was because she was looking forward to her next meeting with one of them, or she was already fucked that day. Maybe it was the thought of their hands all over her body, their large cocks ravaging the insides of her tight pussy, and their whispered demands that kept her excited, far more than what I could give her.
Her meetings with them were frequent, as though they couldn’t get enough of her. Gary, Ivan, and Jason probably all took their turns. Each man had something different to offer her, and she craved the variety. I wasn’t in her world when she was with them; I could only imagine what went on. But from the way her phone lit up, the way she smiled at their messages, and the way her body seemed always in anticipation, I knew.
And this photo which I managed to take a snapshot of… It was clearly her in a hotel room. The black bikini was a stark contrast to her fair skin. I couldn’t tell if this was before or after she was fucked, nor by which man. Or how many men there were. My thoughts and imagination ran off the charts, and I wasn’t able to focus on my life then.
