Car Ride
After Bowen left that first afternoon, Jane sat on the edge of the bed, naked and still dripping with his cum. The room smelled of sweat and sex. She looked up at our wedding photo above the bed head, and guilt rushed through her. She had just let another man use her body for pleasure on the very bed she shared with me. She wanted to feel bad, but her legs were still shaking with pleasure, and deep down, she knew the thrill was too strong to deny.
That evening, Ivan texted her. His words were firm.
Ivan: Remember. You cannot let your husband touch you anymore. From now on, only I say who can fuck you.
Jane’s heart pounded as she read the text. The thought of rejecting me in bed made her sick with guilt, but she was already too far in. She had obeyed Ivan so many times. She knew she would obey again.
A few days later, Bowen sent her a message of his own. He wanted to see her again. But this time, he wanted her dressed up. He wanted her in outfits that would make her feel like his slut, not my wife.
The outfit he wanted was the pink bodysuit. It was high cut on the thighs, and tight around her waist and hips. The neckline was low, her full breasts were almost spilling out whenever she moved. The fabric stretched thin over her nipples, making them obvious the moment she stepped into the bedroom.
That day, Bowen used my wife again.
He didn’t even let her get comfortable. He pushed her down on the bed, spread her legs wide apart, and pulled the bodysuit fabric aside at her crotch. His hardened cock slid inside her quickly, and my wife moaned out loud, arching her back on our bed. He fucked her with long, hard strokes, the sound of her cries mixed with the wet slap of his thrusts.
My wife gripped his shoulders, eyes closed, her lips parting in pleasure she couldn’t hide. Bowen bent down, kissed her deeply, his tongue forcing hers to submit as he pounded her on our bed. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight like a lover, not a stranger.
He fucked her relentlessly over the next few hours, in multiple positions. When he finally finished inside her, he didn’t pull away immediately. He stayed inside her, kissing her mouth over and over, their lips wet and messy. Jane held his face in both hands, kissing him back with hunger, like she never wanted it to end while receiving his warm cum in her raw pussy.
The next time, Bowen asked for something different. He wanted my wife in a tight dress. It was a white, spaghetti strap dress that clung to her figure. The fabric was smooth, and there was a hint of lace around the chest that made it look delicate but also exposed. Without bra or panties, every curve of her body showed, and when she walked, the dress stretched to tease him with the shape of her ass.
Bowen made her stand in front of him first, looking her up and down. He slid his hands over her sides, cupping her breasts through the thin dress, squeezing her nipples until my wife gasped. Then he lifted the hem up, pushed her back on the bed, and entered her slowly.
My wife cried out immediately, clutching at the sheets. The long dress gathered around her waist as he spread her legs and fucked her deep. Every thrust made her tits bounce under the thin straps. Her moans filled the bedroom again, louder than the previous time. Bowen leaned down, kissing her lips again, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
When he came this time, my wife didn’t even wait for him to pull back. She wrapped both arms around him tightly, kissing his face, his lips, his neck.
Jane, whispering: Lao gong… your cock feels so good inside…
She kissed him like a real wife, like she belonged to him.
They lay together for a long while after, my wife’s head rested on his chest, and her hand stroked his stomach slowly. His skin was warm, his chest broad, and he felt masculine. She hugged him tighter, closing her eyes as though she never wanted to leave his side.
Bowen shifted slightly, placing his arm around her. His hand slid down, resting on the curve of her ass. He gave it a firm squeeze. Jane moaned softly against his chest, lifting her face up to look at him. Their eyes met, and before either of them said a word, Bowen pulled her mouth onto his.
The kiss was not gentle. His lips pressed hard, his tongue pushing into her mouth, tasting her. My wife returned his advance, opening wide for him, sucking his tongue, kissing him hungrily. She moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding up to hold his face, pulling him closer. Their tongues tangled, and saliva passed back and forth, their kisses making wet sounds that filled the quiet bedroom.
Bowen groaned as he kissed my wife, his hands moving down to her breasts. He pushed the dress straps aside, freeing her tits. His palms pressed hard onto her bare breasts and fondled them. Jane gasped into his mouth, then kissed him even harder.
He squeezed her breasts roughly, then slid his hand lower. My wife arched her back, shivering.
Jane: oooh… Lao gong…
She said it clearly, the same name she had always used for me, but now it was for him.
Her hand slid down his body, caressing his stomach, moving lower, until she felt his cock twitching back to life. She rubbed him slowly, teasing him while still kissing his mouth. Bowen groaned again, his hips shifting at her touch.
But instead of entering her again, Bowen slid his hand down between her thighs. My wife naturally spread her legs for him immediately, offering herself without hesitation. His fingers pushed her dress higher and slipped into her swollen pussy. She gasped loudly, clutching his arm, her hips jerking up as his fingers rubbed her clit.
Jane buried her face against his neck, moaning, kissing his skin, and biting softly. Her hips moved with his hand, grinding herself against his fingers. He slid two fingers deep inside her, curling them upwards, rubbing her walls while his thumb pressed hard on her clit. My wife cried out, shaking, her arms wrapping tight around him.
Jane: Ahhh… Ahhhhh… lao gong… yes… faster lao gong!
Her voice cracked between moans, the words spilling out without thought. She kissed his lips again, messy and desperate, and saliva ran down the side of her mouth.
Jane: Faster Lao gong! I’m coming already!! Arghhh!! Ahhhhhh!
My wife cried out as her orgasm rushed through her body, her body jerking violently against his hand. She kissed him through it, and moaned into his mouth.
When she finally collapsed back onto the bed, panting hard, Bowen wiped his wet fingers on her thigh. My wife didn’t flinch. Instead, she grabbed his hand, lifted it to her mouth, and sucked his fingers clean, licking her own juices off them while looking straight into his eyes. Then, my wife returned the favour and shifted her body down. She took his hard cock into her mouth and gave him a slow, sensual blow job. It was unhurried, and deep throated, where my wife stroke the whole length of Bowen’s cock with her lips and mouth. Needless to say, she swallowed his cum again and cleaned his cock with her mouth. The couple then cuddled in bed and kissed for the next hour.
That night, I came home to clean bedsheets. Smelled nice and crisp. Jane told me she had an evening appointment so she wasn’t home. I tabao-ed burrito and ate at the kitchen window, looking out across the streets, at the cars going out and into the multi storey carpark below.
As Bowen’s car drove into the multi storey carpark, he grinned at my wife, who was seated beside in the passenger seat.
Bowen: Hope you enjoyed the dinner just now.
Jane: Thanks Lao gong.
She leaned in and whispered: Do you want dessert?
Bowen smiled. He leaned back in his seat, spreading his legs wider. He said nothing, only watching my wife as she pulled down his zipper slowly, teasingly, until his cock sprang free from his pants.
It was thick, long, the head was already swollen. The moment she saw it, her lips parted in hunger. She wrapped her hand around the base and gave a slow stroke, feeling the heat and weight of it. A bead of precum had already formed at the tip, glistening under the dim light that came in through the windshield.
My wife leaned down, her lips brushing the tip. She kissed it once, lightly, then again, wetter this time, before flicking her tongue over the slit and tasting the saltiness of his precum. Her whole body shivered.
Her tongue circled the head slowly, teasing it. The taste of his cock filled her mouth, musky and salty. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, licking around the ridge before wrapping her lips around the swollen head and sucking gently. Bowen groaned. His hand reached to the back of her head, fingers gripping her hair.
My wife started slow. She bobbed her head shallowly, taking just the tip in and out of her mouth while her tongue swirled around him. Her saliva coated him quickly, making it wet and slippery. Each time she pulled back, a strand of spit stretched between her lips and his cock, glistening in the dim light.
She wanted more. She wanted to drown in it.
Opening wider, she pushed further, sliding more of his shaft into her mouth. The thick cock stretched her lips wide, forcing her to breathe through her nose. Her saliva began dripping down, wetting her chin. The sound of her sucking grew louder, and more obscene in the quiet car.
Bowen groaned again, his hips pushing up slightly, forcing her to take more.
My wife gagged when the head hit the back of her throat, her body retching, but she didn’t pull away. She tightened her lips, pressed her tongue flat, and forced herself to take him deeper. Her eyes watered, tears sliding down her cheeks, mixing with the saliva that was already running down her chin.
She pulled back, coughing, strings of spit and precum connected her lips to his cock. Her chest heaved and her mouth was messy. She stroked him with her hand quickly, saliva dripping down onto her fingers.
Then she dove back down.
This time she went deeper, pushing herself to swallow more of him. Her throat convulsed, gagging and choking, but she held on, making slurping, wet, sloppy sounds as she bobbed her head faster. Saliva bubbled around the base of his cock, dribbling down onto his balls, soaking them.
Her nose pressed Into his groin. She gagged hard, choking on his shaft, tears streaming, but she didn’t stop. She moaned around his cock.
When she pulled out again, cum and spit mixed at her lips, dripping down onto her chest. She looked up at him, her mouth open, sticking her tongue out, showing him the mess she was making for him.
Jane: You like this, Lao gong?
She then immediately took him back into her mouth. Bowen groaned louder, his hips thrusting now, using her mouth for his pleasure. My wife let him. She surrendered, opening wide, drool soaking everything, slurping louder, gagging harder. Her throat was raw but her pussy was throbbing with lust again. And then she felt him twitch.
His cock swelled in her throat, pulsing. She gripped the base tighter and sucked hard. Bowen growled as hot cum spurted into her mouth. My wife gagged as the huge, thick load hit the back of her throat, some slipping out, dripping down her chin. She swallowed quickly, gulping it down, then pulled back just enough to let the next spurt paint her lips and cheeks.
She smiled, licking her lips, scooping up the dripping cum with her tongue. Then she leaned down and licked the cum that had spilled onto his belly, sucking it up slowly and seductively.
Finally, she sat back in her seat, her face messy with spit and cum, chest rising and falling, eyes filled with lust.
I finished my burrito and washed up. Jane came back a short while later and smiled. Her outfit was sexy as hell.
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update more! that was a great update. gonna get some in-car action later tonight and see if i can push her limits..
Thanks you. The story will continue accordingly.
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Surprised
When Jane came home that night, she was quiet. Not guilty or anything, just deep in thoughts. I noticed a faint smell on her, and it’s not her perfume. The mind is cruel, it filled up the blanks in my head faster than actual facts. A dozen thoughts came into my head, each one worse than the last.
I told myself not to ask. Asking would make it real, and maybe worse. So i said nothing, and only watched her pack her bag and switched on the kettle as if everything was normal.
That night, lying beside her, I looked at the outline of her body under the blanket. She slept facing away from me. I wanted to hug her from behind but there was something between us, something invisible.
Questions came into my head. Who did she meet this time? Did they do anything together? Why she wore such a sexy outfit for appointment?
I knew she had sex with a guy called Jason in Taiwan. The fact remained, she had sex with a man other than me, and bathed together with him. Naked. I could not forget her words that night in the walk in wardrobe. But new questions popped into my head. Questions that surprised myself. What positions did this Jason fuck her in? Did he cum inside her pussy raw? Or did he cum inside her mouth? Did she swallow? How many times had this Jason fucked my wife?
Then, all at once, I joined the dots. Jane had gone to Ipoh once, with a friend of hers whom I also knew, the one she said was safe, harmless and gay. I remembered how casual she sounded when she mentioned a local man named Jason who showed them around. I hadn’t thought much of it back then as it just another small detail from her trip.
But now, the memory wouldn’t leave me alone. The second day she was there, she had been rushed to the hospital due to bad gastric pain, she said. I believed her and worried for her. But now, knowing what I know, I connected the pieces, connected Jason to her in a way that felt too close. I couldn’t stop asking myself. Was it really just gastric pain?
I replayed everything. The way she avoided talking much about that day. How she came home quieter than usual. No doctor’s report, and no clear explanation. Just a faint bruise near her hip that she brushed off. The more I thought about it, the more my stomach turned. What already happened in Ipoh? I knew Jason had fucked Jane in Taiwan. Was she already fucked by him in Ipoh? And fucked so intensely that she developed gastric pain?
The thought was unbearable. Maybe it wasn’t pain in her stomach at all. Maybe it was something else entirely, something she couldn’t bring herself to explain and just brushed off as gastric pain. If anyone of my readers have any thoughts, please let me know.
I realised, lying there, that the marriage wasn’t broken. It was still standing still, just different. I laid awake until morning, listening to her sleep, wondering how we could move our lives forward.
I hated my curiosity. A small, unbearable part of me wanted to know every detail. Because… I felt aroused…
Jane had been coughing since the next morning. By evening her voice had grown hoarse, her cheeks pale, and her body felt too warm under my hand. The doctor said it was just influenza, but she looked completely drained. She took a double dose of Fedec pills around nine, the kind that knock you out fast. Within minutes she was half-asleep, curling under the blanket, her breathing slowing.
It was Saturday night, silent except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan. I sat by the edge of the bed, watching her sleep. Every time she coughed lightly, I reached out instinctively and patted her back. She looked peaceful in that heavy, dreamless state the pills brought, her eyes shut tight, lips slightly parted.
Her phone lay beside her pillow. The screen was dark. My mind had been circling around it for months. All the times she smiled while texting, all the times she said it was just friends from work or group chats from her trips. I told myself I trusted her. I wanted to. But the doubts had never gone away.
Now, the opportunity was right there. She wouldn’t wake, not under that strong medication. Still, my pulse began to beat rapidly. I stared at the phone as if it were alive. Picking it up felt like crossing a line, a quiet action in curiosity and fear.
I sat there for a full minute, listening to my heartbeat. Then I reached for it. The phone felt warm from her hand, the faint scent of her lotion still on the case. I pressed the button. The screen lit up, a flood of light in the dark room. My reflection flashed in it, pale and uncertain.
The lock screen was still the same, a picture of us at East Coast Park, smiling. For a second, I almost stopped. But then those thoughts, those words I overheard, the ones I couldn’t forget, came back.
I typed in her passcode, the simplr one she always had. It still worked. The phone unlocked.
The WeChat icon. I opened it.
The chats loaded slowly, as if the phone itself was reluctant to show me what it held. I scrolled through the list of contacts: family group, work colleagues, friends from school. Ordinary names. Harmless. But near the bottom, some names I hadn’t seen before caught my eye.
Ivan.
Bow.
Jason.
Gary.
My stomach clenched.
I tapped into the chats.
The screen filled with messages, weeks, months old, and then suddenly, recent ones. Lines of casual talk, photos, stickers, emojis. At first glance, it was nothing. Just small talk, flirtatious words, nothing sexual. But as I scrolled, the tone shifted. The way they used words. The names they called each other. Baobei, bb, dear, and lao gong… I could feel it, something was wrong, it was too intimate.
My fingers trembled.
I scrolled faster, looking for proof, something undeniable. There were gaps in the chats, entire stretches deleted. But even what remained was enough to make my throat tighten.
The messages stopped abruptly a week ago. No goodbye, no closure.
Just silence. Nothing.
Then a sudden thought came to mind. I clicked on the … in the chats, and clicked into Search Chat History. There were photos. Photos she sent and received from.
I was gutted. The photo she sent to a man called Ivan came up. It was a hotel room. My wife was standing at the back of the room, wearing a black bathrobe, drying her hair.
Why was she in a hotel room?
There was no messages, no text, nothing. Just the photo.
I felt sick.
But nothing prepared me for what I saw next.
I clicked into the chat with this guy called Bow. Not a lot of messages, just one liner “lao gong good night”. I clicked into the photo section.
There she was, my wife… wearing a set of sexy black lace lingerie, sitting on the bed. She was on the phone.
I checked the date. It was the night, a couple months ago, she called me saying she needed to stay with her female colleague who got drunk from over drinking.
The photo told me otherwise.
Wait.
I checked back at the photo she sent Ivan, with this photo Bow sent her… they were taken in the same…
Hi bros, here is a quick update while I take slightly more time to write the next chapter. It took me much consideration before deciding to share the photos which I thought would add to the narrative. Stay tuned, the next chapter will come.
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Thanks Bro TheArtist. Great update and looking forward to more 🙏🏼
Thanks bro, hope you have enjoyed my story and experience so far.
Deal
Jane walked up to the hotel reception and gave the receptionist the reservation name and the confirmation code Ivan had sent. The receptionist slid an electronic keycard across the counter and pointed to the elevators. No further questions. Jane felt a small relief, there was no hassle.
She wore a tight, light-pink knitted tube dress. The knit was fine and stretchy, ribbed so the fabric hugged her body. The dress fit close around her chest and pushed her round breasts up a little, creating a visible cleavage below her collarbone. The hem fell mid-thigh. The dress drew attention to her waist and hips because it tightened around them. She wore simple heels and carried a small clutch bag.
The elevator dinged, and she rode up. She smoothed the dress once, checked the keycard in her hand, and stepped into the corridor. The room door opened when she tapped the card. The room smelled of clean sheets and a mild lemon scent from housekeeping. Jane set her clutch on the desk and put the keycard in her wallet. Her phone buzzed. It was a WeChat message from Ivan with simple instructions.
Ivan: Go wash. Doll yourself up after. Send photo when you are almost ready.
She read it twice. She had expected Ivan to be there, to meet her. The instruction was clear. She went to the bathroom. The shower was warm. Jane scrubbed quickly, rinsed and towel-dried, then wrapped the black hotel robe around herself.
In the mirror she smoothed the robe closed, hands moving methodically over the fabric. She slipped on the small towel slide sandals and pulled the robe tighter at the waist. She took a photo of herself preparing to make up and sent it to Ivan.
Jane: Bathed le. Starting makeup.
Ivan replied almost immediately.
Ivan: Good. They’re on their way.
They? The word caught in Jane’s throat. She paused, thumb above the phone screen. She had pictured Ivan alone, just the two of them. The message said they were coming. A sudden set of thoughts arrived, fast and plain.
Jane: You mean you’re not coming?
Ivan: I’ll come later. Bowen and our business partner will be there first.
Bowen and a business partner?
Fear moved through her chest. At the same time another feeling rose, a quick tightening of her body, a surge of excitement she could not ignore. The thought that she might be asked to have sex in front of someone else was both scary and thrilling.
She finished toweling her hair and sat at the vanity. Her hands moved on their own, tying her hair into a ponytail, putting on primer, light foundation and then lip gloss. She then put on a tad of feminine perfume. Deep down, she knew she was dolling herself not for romance, but to be fucked and used for the men’s pleasures. She felt a strange mix of fear and thrill twisted inside her.
Her phone buzzed again.
Ivan: Bowen is here. Business partner with him. They’ll be a few minutes. You will be obedient and pleasure the partner.
Jane remembered what had happened before when strangers were involved. The first time she was fucked in front of three unknown men, one of the men being Jason whom continued contacting her and managed to fuck her himself. The second time was with the boss, who fucked her senseless throughout the night and the last time with Bowen. Those memories were not comfortable but they left her with a strange curiosity about her limits and about what she could tolerate.
When she heard the knock on the door, her palms were already damp. She stood, tightening the robe slightly, making sure it was secure. She opened the door slowly.
It was Bowen, smiling casually, and beside him, a Chinese man in his late fifties, silver hair neatly combed, wearing a crisp shirt and trousers. His eyes widened and lingered on her. He didn’t spend any efforts hiding his lust. His name was David.
Jane hesitated, then slipped into the role Ivan wanted. Her voice soft and obedient, she greeted him as she had been taught to in their game.
Jane: Lao gong…
The older man’s eyebrows lifted slightly in amusement, as if realizing what kind of arrangement this was. He turned to Bowen
David: Are you sure?
Bowen smiled: Of course. You can relax and enjoy. My wife wanted to fulfil this fantasy for a long time.
David nodded slowly, placing his briefcase down by the wall. Jane forced a small smile, unsure where to look.
Bowen, keeping his tone business like: Why don’t you freshen up first? You’ve had a long day.
When David went into the bathroom, Jane quickly turned to Bowen.
Jane: What’s going on? I thought I was meeting Ivan.
Bowen lowered his voice, stepping closer.
Bowen: It’s simple. You just need to make him happy, like you did with the boss. It’s part of the business arrangement. Ivan knows. And deep down, I think you like it too.
Jane’s heart fluttered — a rush of fear, confusion, and something she didn’t want to admit. The thrill of being dominated again…
Before she could answer, the bathroom door opened. David came out, towel around his waist, and a wide grin on his face. He looked from Bowen to her, as if to confirm one last time.
David: You’re sure?
Bowen nodded without hesitation.
David smiled wider, stepping closer to Jane. She stood still, unsure what to do, as he reached for the sash of her robe. The fabric slipped loose between his fingers slowly until the knot came undone. The robe dropepd around her shoulders, revealing her set of black lace lingerie beneath.
David looked at her from head to camel toe, then turned slightly to Bowen.
David: Wah!! Your wife is so hot!
Jane didn’t move, her hands frozen at her sides. Something inside her twisted, a mix of shame, defiance, curiosity… and thrill… She turned back toward David, whose expression had changed from amusement to lustful hunger. His eyes followed the lines of her collarbone down to where the lace fabric began. And onto her full cleavage.
The man looked at Bowen again, one last silent check. Bowen gave the smallest nod, his expression unreadable.
Jane closed her eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through the rush of adrenaline. It wasn’t love, and it wasn’t duty. It was something darker, somethingtaboo. She had always sought thrills and pleasures in her own little world, and now here she was, about to experience what could push her limits further.
She felt a pair of hands grip her toned waist. She shivered. David moved in and kissed her without care. The kiss was hard. Jane gasped into his mouth, tasting mint and whiskey. His tongue pushed past her lips. She hesitated with a split-second flutter of panic but then kissed him back, deep. One hand tangled in his silver-streaked hair; the other gripped his shoulder. His hands moved south and began caressing her firm, bare buttocks.
Jane gave in to the moment. David was in his late fifties, he probably wouldn’t last more than 15 minutes, Jane thought. This could be over as soon as it started.
Turning her abruptly, David pressed his chest against her back. His arms wrapped around her, his hands cupping her breasts through the lace bikini top. He squeezed and kneaded her breasts until her nipples hardened. Jane gave out a sharp moan, head falling against his shoulder.
Jane: Lao gong, please don’t see me like this…
She turned her head back in David’s embrace, and kissed him. David was delighted. Her own lust had overcame her senses and the fact that she was kissing a man twice her age. They licked and sucked each other’s tongues, and David explored her mouth entirely. His fingers pinched her nipples through the fabric, making her moan even harder in the sharp, delicious pain.
He then pushed her down. Jane knelt on the carpet obediently, knees sinking in. David unwrapped his towel. His cock was already hard, thick and already leaking because old man cannot stop the leak. She stared at it, then made eye contact with David. She knew exactly what he wanted. She turned slightly to Bowen, well aware she was about to suck another man’s cock in front of her “lao gong”.
Jane: Lao gong… can i…
Bowen: Yes?
Jane: Can I… suck his cock…
Bowen: Do you want to?
Jane: Yes…I want to…
Slowly, she leaned forward. Her tongue flicked and locked the cock head, it tasted salty and musky. Then she took the cock deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the shaft. David groaned, his fingers were tightening in her hair. She sucked him steadily, hollowing her cheeks, feeling his cock swell in her mouth.
David: Your wife can really suck well!
Jane blushed, sucking harder. She bobbed her head, saliva slicking her chin. When he throbbed, she pulled back to lick the vein underneath, then swallowed him whole again until her nose pressed against his pubic bone. She held it in until her eyes started watering.
David cursed, hips jerking: Shit!!! So shiok ah!! Not yet!
He hauled her up, kissing her fiercely. He swiftly tore her black lace bra off. Her breasts bounced free. Her panties were next. He rudely shoved her backward onto the bed and climbed over her, pinning her wrists. She arched as he positioned his cock into front of her wet pussy.
Jane: Wait! I haven’t ask my lao gong if can… arghhhh!!!
David thrusted his cock into her in one forceful stroke. There was no foreplay, just thick, blunt penetration. Jane cried out, legs wrapping his waist. David fucked her in the missionary position with deep, punishing strokes that jolted her hips off the mattress. He fucked her relentlessly while watching her face twist. Jane was surprised at how good he was, despite being a man nearing his 60s. Her loud moans soon filled the room.
David: Turn over.
Jane turned onto all fours, with her round ass high up. David gripped her hips and slammed his cock into her again. Each thrust seemed to punch the air from her lungs, as her cries matched his momentum. He also spanked her ass and the hard slaps began leaving red handprints on her butt cheeks. She cried, pushing back against him.
15 mins passed and David showed no signs of stopping. Jane was wrong, David must be a seasoned fucker and seeing this beautiful, hot wife in front of him, he must be harder than the other days!
He pulled her upwards and laid back, positioning her into a cowboy position. Jane straddled him and began riding his cock. She ground her pussy down hard against his cock, her breasts were swaying as she controlled the rhythm. David gripped her waist, bucking upward.
David demanded: Faster!
Jane obeyed, bouncing until her thighs burned. David grabbed her bouncing breasts and squeezed them hard. She cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.
Jane: Lao gong… don’t see me like this! I’m sorry his cock feels so good!!
Sensing that Jane was getting tired, David flipped her again, this time onto a spooning position. His arm hooked under her knee, spreading her wide. Deeper angle. Jane gasped as his hard cock hit a raw nerve, sending a sudden surge pleasure through her body. She clawed the sheets. David kissed her shoulder while his other hand continued kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. He fucked her for a good 15 minutes before changing into a reverse cowboy position. With Jane facing away , his hands roamed her breasts again, now red with his rough handling. She arched, grinding down hard. She cried out, head thrown back.
David growled: Yes!! Harder!! Fuck yourself on my cock!!
Jane: Lao gong… arghhh… arghhhh… can… he cum inside me raw?
Jane obeyed, riding faster and feeling his cock swell inside her. She tightened her pussy muscles to grip his cock harder. David came silently, his fingers digging bruises into her thighs. She felt the pulse and the warm cum that he shot into her.
He laid her down slowly and kissed her deep. Jane wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. His tongue slid against hers and they tasted each other. Jane got more than she bargained for. Initially thinking David could probably only stay hard for 15 mins, she was fucked expertly for probably more than an hour.
His cock lay against her thigh, softening. Jane knew what she needed to do. She slid down the bed, knees sinking into the mattress and took his cock in her mouth once more. Softly. No hurry. His cock tasted like salt, leather and her own pussy juice. She licked the shaft from base to tip with slow strokes. Her tongue circled the ridge beneath the head, catching the last traces of his cum. It tasted bitter and metallic. She sucked gently. Her lips formed a tight seal. David groaned. Jane hollowed her cheeks and began sucking harder. She bobbed her head with shallow dips at first, then deeper. Her tongue worked the underside of his cock, pressing firmly against the thick vein. She felt him swell. Felt him thicken against her tongue. Her jaw ached but she kept going. Slow drags. Tight suction. Wet sounds filled the room.
She pulled back, her lips leaving his cock with a soft pop. His cock glistened, now wet and cleaned. She licked the tip again. She swallowed the mix of leftover cum and her own juices. Clean. Done. David hauled her up and kissed her hard.
Bowen: How? My wife good?
David: My favourite fuck. I fuck so many women, so many prostitutes, you wife better than all of them ah!
Jane, continuing the roleplay: Sorry Lao gong, I let another man fuck me so hard… but it felt so good…
David: Girl, you are definitely going to be fucked by me again and again in the future.
David: Consider the deal done!
Bowen grinned. Afterward, David slid off the bed. He padded toward the bathroom. The door clicked shut. Sound of water splashed on the floor tiles. Jane lay still. Her thighs trembled. Her jaw ached. Her pussy throbbed. She glanced at the clock. It was late.
Bowen: Go help him wash.
Jane quietly slid off the bed. Her legs wobbled. She steadied herself against the wall and walked to the bathroom.
David: Come in.
Jane stepped inside and closed the door. Water started raining down again. Minutes later, her moans filled the bathroom and grew louder and louder. David must be fucking her again!!
After 30 minutes, David emerged from the bathroom while Jane took more time to clean herself. Over the sound of the shower, behind the splashes, she heard voices. Familiar tones, voices spoken softly but firmly.
Ivan then came into the bathroom.
Ivan: Good job. Bowen told me you had a good fuck.
Jane:…
Ivan: Wear your lingerie again and freshen yourself.
Jane: Huh? Why?
Ivan: David fuck you already. But me and Bowen have not. We are going to take turns to fuck you next.
Jane: Cannot, it’s so late already I need to go.
Ivan: Just call you hubby and tell him you stay at colleague’s place. See you so fucking sexy we are not letting you off unless you please us too right?
Inside, Jane’s mind was a tangle. At first, she had thought she could detach herself. Pretend this was her secret little world, pretend it was a role and something she was acting out. But months passed, that line blurred. She felt the excitement and every thrill of every encounter. Every time she was dominated by the men, she felt it all. The excitement. The fear. Then came the pleasures. The orgasms. She yearned to be fucked hard, deep and raw by large cocks. She yearned to be dominated, to be used and abused.
She cleaned up and reapplied her make up, and slid into the black lace lingerie again. She then quickly made a quick call to me, telling me she would not be home that night. I was worried, of course. But her staying out for the night was the least of my worries.
That night, my wife was fucked multiple times by different men. By a total stranger, then by two bulls who fucked her repeatedly throughout the night.
My wife laid wasted and used on the bed, her body still rocking by the hard pounding Ivan and Bowen are giving her. Her mind swirled with thoughts she didn’t dare say aloud. She wasn’t sure when her obedience turned into submission. She was ready to obey them. And now, they were using her body for business. Getting fucked by men she knew felt great, but getting dominated and roughly used by strangers gave rise to a heightened sense of pleasure. Instead of disgust or guilt, she felt a strange rush. A forbidden thrill seemed to take over her.
She knew well that Ivan and Bowen were whoring her out and this was just the beginning.
The next chapter will take a while to write, regrettably. The chapter will be named
Chalet
, and is based on this photo retrieved from my wife’s phone years ago. A quick preview…
Quote:
Originally Posted by
finalrebel
wah bro . is that really your wife??!??!
That was about 9 years ago, when her body was young, toned and fit. Now she is rather chubby
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It was mid last year, sometime after Jane returned from her Taiwan trip. I remember how cheerful she sounded when she first told me she would be travelling with her friends. I trusted her. I did not question anything.
Later, I learned the truth. I learned that apart from her friends, a guy called Jason accompanied her. She and Jason had shared the same room. They had slept on the same bed. They had used the same bathroom. I learned that they had sex behind my back during that trip. It was cheating. In Japanese, people call it NTR. I had no interest in the term, but the meaning struck me deeply. It was something done quietly behind my back, something I never imagined she would do to me.
When I first found out, I did not shout. I did not confront her. I held the information inside me because I did not know how to handle it. I had always believed she respected our marriage. I had always believed she would be honest with me. After learning the truth, everything around me felt different. My thoughts changed. My emotions changed. Every small detail in our life felt uncomfortable. The knowledge became a heavy weight on my chest.
There were the text messages. Jane used to reply fast, even when she was busy. She would always send a short note saying she was in an appointment or something. But over time, she stopped replying. I would message her, and she would go silent for hours. I would call her, and she would not pick up. She always gave simple explanations later. She said she was with friends. She said she left her phone in the bag. I tried to accept all these explanations, but each time it happened,. I felt my suspicion growing even when I tried to push it away.
Her overnight stays became more frequent. At first, It was once every few months. She said she stayed at a friend’s house after drinking too much. Then it became once a month. Then twice a month. And she would always tell me at the last minute. She said it was too late to travel home, or she was too tired to drive, or her friend needed company. I wanted to trust her, but the truth about her and Jason never left my mind. Whenever she stayed out overnight, my imagination filled with images I did not want. I lay awake wondering where she was, who she was with, and what she was doing.
Over a period of time after everything began to change, I also noticed something. It was something small, and silent. But to me, it felt like a sign that something between us had broken.
It was the way Jane kissed me.
In the past, she used to kiss me fully. She used to hold the back of my neck and kissed me close. We used to kiss on the lips every day, sometimes before I left for work, sometimes when I returned home. There was a time when her kisses felt affectionate. We used to french in bed too.
But slowly, without telling me anything, she changed.
It started with her turning her face a little when I leaned in. I still kissed her, but my lips landed on her cheek more often. At first, I thought it was nothing, so I did not think deeply.
Then she stopped giving me full kisses altogether.
Whenever I tried to kiss her on the lips, she gave me a quick peck. It lasted less than a second. It felt like a gesture she gave because she knew I expected it, not because she wanted to do it. There was no warmth. Her lips stayed closed. She just let me touch her lips briefly before pulling away. I realised we had stopped french kisses.
It was not the physical act of a kiss that hurt me. It was the message behind it. A kiss had always been the simplest connection between us. Without words, it told me I was her hubby.
Now, the sense I received was the opposite. I sensed her distance. It was as though she did not want that connection anymore. I kept asking myself when this change started. It was a slow change that I had been too blind to see.
Another gradual change I noticed was how she treated me physically. When she had one of her outings or overnight stays, she would not let me touch her for days. Sometimes weeks. She would say she was tired. She would say she did not feel well. She would turn away when I tried to hold her before sleeping. I felt the distance growing. And so did my suspicions and dread.
However, when she prepared to meet her friends, she looked more excited than usual. She stood in front of the mirror choosing clothes. She applied makeup carefully. She styled her hair. She put on perfume. She looked energetic and alive. Then she would choose one of her hot outfits to wear for the occasion. Every time she left the house dressed attractively, my chest tightened. Every time she ignored my messages, a heavy feeling formed in my heart. Every time she told me she would not be home at night, my suspicions grew and my heart dropped. Every time she rejected me when I tried to be close to her, I felt dejected.
And then, there were the messages of her and Jason, and other men I didn’t know. Over the months, I had chances here and there to take peeps into her phone. Only to find unease in the messages I read. Some messages were intentionally deleted, which could be, for my own good. That I was lying to myself. And some were not…
Jason: My baobei the sexiest. You reached home already?
Jane: Yup. Just bathed. I’m tired but still awake.
Jason: You always look good even when tired. Hard to focus during the meeting earlier.
Jane: Bubu is the sweetest. Haha.
Jason: You didn’t seem uncomfortable in the room though.
Jane: Stop reminding me already. It’s dangerous enough already.
Jason: But you liked it right… Muack!
Jane: …You shouldn’t text this here.
Jason: Just delete it. You know I wish we had more time alone tonight.
Jane: We already pushed it far enough le. I need to calm down before I go back.
Jason: Miss you already.
Jane: Me too. I only need you…
Fish: You’re dressing up again? Where you going?
Jane: Just meeting a few friends.
Fish: Your friends or… lover?
Jane: Don’t start.
Fish: I’m just saying…
You always put in extra effort when it’s not your husband.
Jane: Oei, you’re annoying.
Fish: But I’m right. Send me a picture later. Let me see how you look.
Jane: I shouldn’t.
Fish: You said that last time too. And you still did.
Jane: You’re trouble leh
Fish: And you like trouble. Tell me what you do later when you go out. My wife asleep. Make me steam.
Tech: You disappeared again yesterday.
Jane: I was busy.
Tech: Busy, or avoiding me?
Jane: No lah. Just had things to settle at home.
Tech: With him?
Jane: I don’t want to talk about it.
Tech: You sound tired. Was it another argument?
Jane: Not exactly lah. He just… noticing things.
Tech: About us?
Jane: About me.
Tech: Hard not to. You’re so hot when you’re with me.
Jane: Then don’t meet me liao cos I’ll burn you haha.
Tech: Its true what.
Jane: This few weeks cannot meet.
Tech: When can?
Jane: Maybe next month when free can?
Wow: You haven’t say properly. If a man kiss you, he will sure touch your breasts if you allow. You mean got guys kiss you never touch you?
Jane: Huh, have. You think all man like you ah.
Wow: They stupid.
Jane: Oei… so naughty.
Wow: Really. Kiss if got use tongue means the girl allow already. You no reject when I touch your breasts also.
Jane: Oei, I got push you away hor.
Wow: Haha I never feel you push me. But wah, I remember your breasts really 99. Cannot forget the feel.
Jane: Idiot.
And there were the photos she shared with the men. Some innocent enough but sexy, and some were suggestive. The photos and the conversations would be enough to arouse any man enough to fap to them.
Then one day, she told me she would be going to a 3 day chalet with her school friends. These were people I knew well. I had met them during gatherings, birthdays, and dinners. Not strangers. They were not men I had never heard of. They were old friends from her poly days.
When she mentioned the trip, I did not feel any immediate threat. There was nothing suspicious. She also packed in front of me, which made things feel even safer. She dressed simply on the day she left.
A plain top.
Loose shorts.
A ponytail.
No perfume.
No heavy makeup.
No effort.
Everything about her appearance made me relax. She looked exactly like someone going for a casual, friendly trip, nothing more.
She hugged me before she left. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, the same quick kiss she had been giving me for months. Even though it hurt inside, I told myself not to think too much. I told myself she deserved a break. I told myself it was just three days.
I wanted to trust her.
When she closed the door and walked out of the house with her luggage, I watched her from the living room window. She walked normally. She did not act secretive. She did not appear excited in any unusual way. She did not keep checking her phone like she did before her other outings.
There was nothing obviously wrong with this trip.
Thanks to an old post I made, I remember the dates. It was Dec 2013. Thank you to bros here who helped me through a very difficult time in my life. Wishing all bros happy holidays and a merry Christmas ahead.
