A story ten years in the making

[mensammy]

Originally Posted by TheArtist

Hmmm after editing, the emojis went haywire. Is everyone else seeing (?) In place of emojis?

Yes. But it's ok... we get the idea. Thanks for the updates

[TheArtist]

I would like to rewrite certain parts so the story is more cohesive, add more to the action scenes and be more descriptive, then post the entire story from start til now and continue from there. Shall I do that in this thread or start a new thread? Thanks

[spaman7]

Originally Posted by TheArtist

I would like to rewrite certain parts so the story is more cohesive, add more to the action scenes and be more descriptive, then post the entire story from start til now and continue from there. Shall I do that in this thread or start a new thread? Thanks

Tis thread should be fine

[mensammy]

this thread is fine.. Because i bookmarked liao... hahaha

[gasitog54]

Gary arrived. Jane smiled at him adoringly. They walked into the KTV located within the mall and booked the usual small room at the furthest corner. The KTV during the afternoons is usually vacant, and there was lesser staff.

[SquareLife]

Originally Posted by TheArtist

White swimsuit is so sexy!!

[TheArtist]

Originally Posted by SquareLife

White swimsuit is so sexy!!

Yes, it looks so good on her. Just another outfit she wore for other men.

I'm editing and adding to the story, and will post more when this is done. Thanks for the patience.

[mensammy]

no more ?/ story die liao ah?

[TheArtist]

Coincidentally, you asked as I was about to post again. Didn't know anyone was interested in my story, as personally, I didn't like how I wrote the storyline out. I didn't capture the emotions I felt well enough, the story wasn't exciting enough, and I felt there was more I can add.

Hope you, and everyone else, would enjoy the upcoming reboot of the story, which is similar, but with more details added to enhance the immersion and emotional aspects, and to include a new arc that added to my wife's unbelievable transformation...

[TheArtist]

KTV
Jane arrived at the KTV, feeling excited yet nervous, as she anticipated her fourth meeting with Gary. She wore a long sleeve white cotton top that hugged her curves just right, paired with a beige Gucci pleated skirt that accentuated her slender legs. The fitting cotton top showed off her pair of round breasts nicely, and Jane made sure to wear a thinner laced bra so as to show off some "bounce" as she walked in her heels. Her outfit was simple yet sexy.

Gary arrived. Jane smiled at him adoringly. They walked into the KTV located within the mall and booked the usual small room at the furthest corner. The KTV during the afternoons was usually vacant, and there was lesser staff.

Gary: Oh my god, you look great today!

Jane: Hahaha, you like my outfit today?

Gary nodded, smiled and cupped his hand over Jane's hand on her lap as they sat down on the couch. Jane did not flinch. The couple had held hands in the past KTV sessions too. The KTV attendant knocked and came in with their ordered drinks. He then left the room, and Gary and Jane knew they would be left alone thereafter. Jane proceeded to pick her and Gary's favourite songs, which she knew very well. After all, they have frequented the KTV several times now. She took a sip of her mocktail and sat back. Gary held her hand again and Jane leaned onto him.

The songs played, as Gary and Jane chatted about Gary's work. While he was working on flexible time, the deadlines and stress on the job were overwhelming. He mentioned the KTV sessions helped him relieve the stress and was thankful to have Jane's company. What he did not plan, was falling in love with Jane, he said.

Jane: You don't idiot huh.

Gary: It's true, I couldn't sleep at night without thinking of you. I was also imagining you in bed beside me, and I held you tightly.

Jane: I'm married hor, don't play play.

Gary: I know, but right now you are with me right?

Gary smiled again, and squeezed Jane's hand. Jane wondered if Gary was trying to hit on her. She was developing feelings for Gary too, he was gentle, sweet and very responsible in his work. In fact, she felt a little guilty not being able to help Gary more in relieving his work stress.

Gary: Can I hold you?

Jane nodded slightly and leaned her head on Gary's shoulder as he wrapped his right arm over her shoulders. They rested in this position, eyes closed and listened to their favourite songs.

All of a sudden... Gary whispered into Jane's ear...

Gary: Can I kiss you?

Jane opened her eyes.

Jane: Huh?

She heard Gary loud and clear, but was unsure how to react. She was feeling confident about herself whenever she was with Gary and that she was able to attract him and hold his attention easily. It was no surprise to her that Gary was making his advances, especially after he confessed his feelings for her.

Sensing no rejection from Jane, Gary held her tightly with his right arm while directing her chin towards his face with his left hand. Jane knew what was going to happen next but did not object to his move. Perhaps this would help Gary forget about his work. Or maybe she was giving in to her feelings for him. It might be the comfortable couch and the privacy of the KTV room...

As such thoughts ran through her mind, Jane felt a warm, soft peck on her lips. She realised she had closed her eyes unconsciously. She felt Gary's lips on hers again, this time his lips stayed on longer.

Jane then felt Gary's lips lightly sucking on her upper lip, and she reciprocated. The sucking of each others lips resulted in several soft, suckling sounds. Jane was pleasantly surprised at how warm and gentle Gary's lips felt. The sucking grew harder and the kissing sounds grew louder.

Jane had several boyfriends before me, and as expected, she had kissed other guys before. However, all that was prior to marriage. The fact that she was kissing a guy other than her husband seemingly turned her on. Was it the feeling of doing something taboo that excited her?

Jane placed a hand on Gary's chest and she felt his kisses grew wilder. All of a sudden, his lips detached from hers but before she could react, she felt a warm, wet lick on her lips. His lips returned to hers but this time with his tongue in the action too. Not before long, Jane felt a slight push of Gary's tongue into her mouth. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and her tongue met his...

The frenching went on for several minutes. Jane was feeling very comfortable in Gary’s arms. She felt his left hand moving down from the side of her face to the side of her chest, while the other arm held on to her shoulder tightly. In return, Jane turned her body more towards Gary and wrapped her arms around his neck. If the KTV attendant came into the room at this moment, he would be treated to this sensual scene of a loving couple cradling and frenching each other.

Frenching a man so lovingly wasn’t just about the physical act. It was an intimate and affectionate acceptance. It was a quiet invitation that she trusted him completely and was ready to offer herself and let him take whatever he wanted. It was a sign of her willingness to go beyond her marriage. And Gary knew this.

The frenching soon turned into sucking of each other's tongue. The scene was getting more intense by the minute. Jane had totally engrossed herself in the warmth of Gary's arms and the wild frenching and sucking, that she ignored Gary's hand which is now lightly cupping her right breast. Jane's nipples were already harden at this point, and she knew Gary could feel it too through the fitting cotton top and the thin lace bra. Was she expecting this to happen and dressed intentionally? Jane felt a light squeeze on her breast...

Her handphone alarmed sounded off, giving them a rude start. They broke off from each other's embrace.

Gary: Stay...

Jane: Cannot, this appointment last week already fixed. Cannot fly aeroplane.

Jane straightened her hair as she pulled herself together, much to Gary's dismay. She gave Gary a kiss on the lips, whispered into his ear and left the KTV.

When she got home that night, she acted as though nothing happened. I was none the wiser, of course.

About 3 months ago, my wife, Jane, had agreed to meet up with Gary, after getting along very well on online chats. The few initial meetings were normal, innocent lunches or dinners, usually between her work appointments. These meetings gave purpose to the time between her appointments, as opposed to her wondering around shopping malls aimlessly before meeting the next client. How did such ordinary meet ups spiral out of control?

After years of keeping this story to myself, I've finally decided to share it, after much consideration. Is it merely a story, or an experience, given that certain parts of it did happen? Though it occurred long ago and I've since forgiven her, the events are forever etched in my mind. This narrative is constructed partly from her sporadic disclosures over the years, prompted by my deliberate probing, as well as my own reflections, the texts I've encountered, and the incidents I've witnessed. And who can forget the photos she took. Photos, which showed her in revealing outfits and compromising positions, that she shared with other men. And in return, the men would send her photos they took with her, some in scenes where they hugged her tightly, and in some scenes, she was wrapping her arms around the men. In those moments, it seemed as if my wife belonged to those men. The feelings I felt when I saw the familiar face of my wife with men I don’t even know, and in such intimate settings, are indescribable. Even unbelievable. It is like seeing another loving couple in the photos but the woman is clearly my wife.

Some aspects of this narrative are imagined, and some did happened but as to which parts, I'll leave that to the readers' speculation. Join me on this journey now, a story ten years in the making.

*Names in the story are made up, and does not depict any particular persons.*


2013
It was the beginning of 2013, the year when online chats boomed and suddenly exploded in popularity. WeChat was extremely popular, being new, and WhatsApp was starting up too. SMS was getting old and boring fast. No prizes for guessing, we started playing with these new apps as well.

My name is Tom, 32 then, an architect. Jane was 27, a business development manager. Due to our work differences, I was usually the first one to reach home, while Jane knocked off at later times. She got to wake up later though, while I had to drag myself to work every day at 7am. When she had no appointments at night, we would eat dinner quietly in our condo apartment. I would then play video games while she preferred reading books.

Jane was one who didn't really care where she placed her handphone, and her going around the house searching for it was a common sight. I did not know when this behaviour changed, but when I finally noticed, her phone was by her side all the times, even going into the washroom. The only times when her phone was not with her was when she came back from work and her handphone was occasionally in her laptop bag.

Gradually, she began spending more time on her phone then with her books. From side glances, I could see she was texting on WeChat. I thought hard, trying to recall that point in time when her behaviour changed. This could have gone on for 4 or 5 months before I took notice. When I stood up from my seat or went near her, she would quickly close the WeChat application and browse some other apps. My interest and curiosity piqued.

Further changes occurred. Jane would usually hit the gym once a month, but the frequency increased to once each weekend. She used to wear normal tees and bermudas to the gym. After a couple of months or so, she started wearing shorts. That changed to fitting gym pants which showed off her smooth legs and shapely butt. The gym pants looked great on her, they rode up her ass and defined the shape of her camel toe so nicely. When coupled with her new range of sport bras, she looked hot, not going to lie. I could almost imagine the men in the gym staring at her firm ass, shapely camel toe and legs, getting distracted during their workout. Boy, what did I even know...

Her texting on WeChat continued and occasionally on WhatsApp too. This behavior had went on for about 4 - 5 months now. I talked to her about it, and she just brushed me off, saying she was texting friends or colleagues. Probably, but sometimes at 2 to 3am into the night? I needed to sleep early for work, and could only see the light from her mobile phone illuminating her face in our dark bedroom. I could not keep up and usually dozed off before her.

My curiosity was on the verge of bursting. I needed to know who and what she was texting. Her behaviour had changed too. She was visibly more feminine and incredibly sexy with her latest wardrobe. She had a new, sexy black dress, which she never wore for me, writing it off as being too tight and an impulse purchase. A few new fitting dresses, tops, lace lingerie and hot sports wear completed the collection.

A few months had passed and the day had finally arrived. She came home at about 9 p.m., her face flushed with the tiredness of a long workday. She carelessly tossed her laptop bag onto the couch beside me, completely unaware of my growing curiosity. She then rushed off to our bedroom washroom. Day one of her menses. She always took longer during these times, bathing, washing up and the whole routine. I nodded, pretending to stay absorbed in the PSP I was playing, though my mind was already going wild with thoughts. This was the moment. A rare opportunity had just fallen into my lap.

Her bag sat right there beside me. My eyes darted toward it. I could hear the rush of water as she turned on the shower. The sound acted as both a cover and a countdown, when I have that window of complete privacy with her bag. Should I? Could I? My heart pounded like a drum, and I felt a mix of guilt and adrenaline surging through me. If I went through with this, there was no turning back. What if I found something? What if I didn’t? The unknown both terrified and excited me.

I swallowed hard and set the PSP down quietly, careful not to make any noise that might alert her. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for her bag, unzipping it with painstaking caution. Lo and behold, there it was, her handphone right in the side pocket.

My chest tightened. Should I really do this? What if I found something that would change everything? I had about 20 minutes, maybe more. I could hear the water running steadily, her presence safely contained behind the bathroom door. This was my chance, maybe my only chance. With my pulse hammering in my ears, I carefully pulled out her phone, taking care to remember the position it was placed so as to place it back exactly the way it was. No mistakes. It was warm, she must have been just using it just before stepping in.

I flipped open the case flap. No password. Of course. Jane always forgot her passwords, so she never bothered to set one. My thumb hovered over the screen, almost hesitating. I felt like I was crossing an invisible line.

With a deep sense of dread and unease, I tapped on WeChat. The globe screen loaded up…

I was not ready for what I saw. But it was too late. I’d opened the door, and there was no shutting it now.



The Black Dress
It was 2am. As Jane sat on our bed in our dimly lit bedroom, the glow of her phone illuminating her face, she couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt. Her mind was full of conflicting emotions. On one hand, there was the undeniable thrill of secret chats with different guys, and the meet ups with Gary that set her heart beating every single time. While some chats with guys were innocent and friendly, others were more suggestive and spiralled into a world of sexual talks and flirtations. It was an intoxicating lure, yet thrilling at the same time.

But on the other hand, there was the weight of responsibility, the burden of our marriage vows and the trust that I, her husband, had placed in her. My unwavering love and devotion probably haunted her, casting a shadow over her desires and filling her with a sense of guilt and shame. How could she betray my trust of so many years? And there I was, just laying beside her in bed, unaware and tired from work.

Yet despite her inner turmoil, there was a part of her that yearned to embrace the intoxicating attraction of passion and desires. Jane knew it was wrong, she knew she should resist, but the desire was too strong for her to ignore. Her heart would beat rapidly whenever she flirted with the guys, looking forward to their responses to her teasing messages. And no surprises, the guys would send her photos of their erected cocks, further driving her arousal and pleasures when she occasionally masturbated during the chats. Her orgasms, when driven by these lusty arousals, felt so much better than the short ones I could provide her during sex. In the end, she found herself torn between duty and desire, and was caught in her own conflicting emotions.

The black dress hung delicately in Jane's walk-in wardrobe. It was a gift from Gary after their last meet up in KTV. As she gazed on it, she couldn't help but feel a beat of excitement in her chest.

With trembling hands, she slipped the dress over her head, feeling the thin fabric cling to her body like a second skin. It was tight, tighter than anything she had ever worn before, and she couldn't help but admire the way it accentuated her figure and hugged her curves in all the right places. The turtle neck neckline framed her delicate features, drawing attention to her slender neck and graceful collarbones, while the long sleeves added a touch of gracefulness. The tightness of the dress pressed her breasts together, creating a titillating cleavage. With each movement, the fabric stretched over her ample bosom, outlined the shape of her breasts and drew attention to her perky nipples that strained against the thin material.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence and arousal at the sight of her own reflection. The dress left so little to the imagination. Her nipples, hardened with excitement, pressed against the fabric, creating small peaks that begged to be pinched and teased. With her 36D 26 36 figure, she looked fantastic in the dress.

Despite her initial hesitation, Jane couldn't deny the thrill of wearing such a sexy outfit. She adjusted the dress, making sure to emphasize her breasts and round ass to their fullest potential. Her full breasts strained against the fabric, threatening to burst free at any moment, and she couldn't help but revel in the sensation of being so exposed and vulnerable. Jane’s hands hesitated for just a moment before they moved up to her chest. Her fingers brushed lightly against the taut fabric, feeling the warmth of her skin through the material. Slowly, she felt the curve of her breasts, letting her palms glide over them. The sensation sent a small shiver down her spine. Her fingers gently pressed into the soft flesh, teasing herself as she marveled at how full and sensitive they felt. There was a mix of vulnerability and excitement in the way she handled herself and explored her own body in this tight dress. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she squeezed her breasts lightly, feeling her hardened nipples in her palms. As her arousal grow, Jane began to fondle and knead her breasts harder, all the while staring back at her own reflection in the mirror. Her thoughts drifted to the idea of being fondled by Gary, how he would hold and caress her breasts. It felt so thrilling and hot, that she let out a soft whimper.

In the next few days, Jane went about her daily routine, while the memory of her last encounter with Gary at the KTV lingered in her mind. His invitation to meet again stirred up conflicting emotions within her, leaving her torn between the thrill of this forbidden relationship and the guilt of betraying me.

Gary's messages were trickling in.

Gary: Jane, can't stop thinking about our last time together at the KTV. Miss your smile and the sound of your laughter.

Gary: Love you much. I cannot forget our kiss that day.

Gary: Thinking of you, babe. I know I have to see you again. Everyday close my eyes also think of you. I need you in my life.

His words tugged at Jane's heartstrings, reminding her of the intoxicating thrill of their kiss. A thrill, perhaps, she never had with me in our boring, mundane lifestyle.

Gary's persistence was both flattering and unnerving.

Gary: Please, Jane, give us another chance. Meet me at the KTV tomorrow. I really cannot live without you with me...

As she read his final message, Jane felt a surge of anticipation going through her. She remembered what she promised Gary, that is to wear the outfit he gifted her the next time they meet. At that time, however, Jane didn't know the dress was so revealing. Yet now she is yearning to wear it, even if only Gary would see it. The black dress was more than just a piece of clothing – it was a symbol of her newfound freedom, and a sense of liberation from a boring lifestyle.

With a trembling hand, she typed out her response, her heart pounding in her chest as she agreed to meet Gary once again at the KTV.

[TheArtist]

Revelation
As I clicked on Wechat and waited for the chats to load, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Jane's behavior had become increasingly secretive, with her phone practically glued to her hand at all times. It was as if she was hiding something from me, and I couldn't ignore the nagging suspicion that lingered in the back of my mind.

I had a good 20 minutes before Jane finished her shower. The chats loaded. At first, everything seemed normal – innocent conversations with friends and colleagues, mundane updates about her day, what they ate, their work matters etc. But as I delved deeper, I stumbled upon something that sent a chill down my spine, a series of flirtatious messages between Jane and various men. My heart raced as I read their exchanges, each message more suggestive than the last. Jane even sent photos of herself to the men. It was clear that there was something going on between them, something that Jane had been keeping from me. Anger and betrayal boiled within me as I realized the extent of her deception. How could she do this to me, to us?

But my curiosity got the better of me, and I continued to scroll through their conversation, searching for answers amidst the sea of flirtatious and sexual messages. There were men sending their dick photos to her, erected and rock hard. Then there were compliments from Jane on their sizes. Truth be told, they were good sized cocks and compared to mine, I felt a quick but sharp pang of shame. The messages would continue, suggesting how Jane will feel if she had these cocks in her mouth and pussy. From Jane's replies, I could tell she was incredibly aroused as she played to their game.

As I delved deeper into Jane's text conversations, I uncovered a world of secrets. The messages were like pieces of a puzzle, each one revealing a new facet of Jane's hidden life. With shaking hands, I scrolled through her exchanges with Gary, the intensity of their flirtation sending a wave of nausea over me. But Gary was just the tip of the iceberg. As I explored further, I discovered messages from other men too – Jason, Ivan, Bow, Dragonboy – each one adding another layer to the betrayal I felt. Their conversations were filled with innuendo and suggestion, each message more explicit than the last. It was as if Jane had been leading a double life, indulging in fantasies and desires that she had kept hidden from me for far too long.

Then there were the photos Jane sent to the men...


Room 1306
As Jane prepared for her meeting with Gary, her heart pounded with anticipation and nervousness. I was at work and she was all alone at home. She stood in front of her full-length mirror, clad only in her lingerie, the thin fabric of her black dress lying on the bed behind her, begging to be worn. She reached for her makeup bag, and her fingers deftly applied a light layer of foundation to her flawless skin. She then brushed a hint of blush onto her cheeks, accentuating her natural beauty. Finally, she coated her lashes with several layers of mascara, lengthening and volumizing them. She looked absolutely stunning.

Satisfied with her makeup, Jane turned her attention to her hair, running a brush through the silky strands until they fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She debated whether to leave it down or pull it up into an elegant updo, eventually deciding to let her hair down.

As she turned to her dress, she suddenly hesitated. Wearing the dress now and going out will attract the attention of neighbours. As thrilling as that may be, especially the male neighbours who were already ogling at her in office attire, she shook her head subconsciously and donned a loose office blouse and pants instead. She then packed her laptop bag and headed out.

But just as she was about to hail a cab and make her way to their rendezvous, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Gary. With a furrowed brow, she answered and her heart sank as she listened to his words.

Gary: Dear, the location has changed. Meet me at the luxury hotel downtown instead. Room 1306. I'll be waiting. Trust me…

Jane's pulse quickened at the thought of meeting Gary in such an intimate setting, but a part of her couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension. The KTV had felt safe, familiar, but a hotel room was a different story altogether. Still, she couldn't deny the allure of the unknown, and the thrill of indulging in her desires with the man who had seemingly liberated her.

With a deep breath, Jane hailed a cab and climbed inside, her mind buzzing with anticipation as she made her way to the luxury hotel in the heart of Orchard. Room 1306 awaited.

As Jane stepped into the opulent lobby of the luxury hotel, her heart raced with anticipation. The soft hum of conversation and the tinkling of glasses filled the air, adding to the sense of anticipation that hung heavy in the atmosphere. With each step she took, Jane felt a strange mixture of apprehension and exhilaration building inside her. The hotel was a far cry from the familiar comfort of the KTV, its grandeur and elegance intimidating yet undeniably alluring. But deep down, she knew that she was here for one reason and one reason only – to meet Gary.

As she made her way to the washroom, Jane couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the eyes of the other guests following her every move with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. She ignored the prickle of unease, focusing instead on the task at hand.

Once inside the washroom, Jane locked herself in a cubicle. The pang of nervousness felt very real now, and taking deep breaths did not help. After what seemed like hours getting her composure back, Jane slipped out of her office clothes, took off her bra and panties and stuffed them into her laptop bag. She then pulled out the black dress and pulled it over her head. (Believe some of you guys were disappointed... until now...) The thin fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, accentuating her every curve and leaving little to the imagination. The dress did absolutely nothing to cover her silhouette, as her full breasts and nipples were clearly outlined against the thin fabric. It hugged her toned waist and swelled at her hips, covering her round butt and ended just above mid thigh. She smoothed down the fabric, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through her as she admired her own reflection in the mirror.

Jane took a moment to check her hair and make-up, and with a deep breath, she stepped out of the washroom and made her way to the elevator, her heart pounding in her chest with each passing moment. The moment she stepped out, the usual chatter in the lobby seemed to quiet down a notch. No surprise, as her full breasts bounced slightly but clearly under the thin, tight dress with every step she took.

As the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, Jane stepped inside, her heart still racing with anticipation. The polished metal interior of the elevator gleamed under the soft ambient lighting, casting a warm glow over the small space. She pressed the button for the thirteen floor, where Room 1306 awaited her, and leaned back against the cool metal wall, trying to calm her racing heart.

Just as the doors began to slide shut, a hand reached out, stopping them in their tracks. Jane looked up, her eyes widening in surprise as she met the gaze of an angmoh standing in the doorway.

He asked: Mind if I join you?

His voice was smooth and accented with the unmistakable lilt of a British accent. Jane hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. She hadn't expected to encounter anyone else in the elevator, and the sudden appearance of this stranger caught her off guard.

Sure...She replied, offering him a weak smile as she stepped to the side to make room for him.

The angmoh asked, breaking the silence that had settled between them: Headed somewhere special?

Jane hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. She glanced down at her black dress, the thin fabric clinging to her curves, and felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks.

She replied vaguely, not wanting to give too much away: Nothing much...

The man arched an eyebrow, and whispered to her, his gaze lingering on her figure for a moment longer than necessary.

Jane felt her cheeks grow even warmer at his boldness, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at his words. There was something undeniably exciting about the way he looked at her, as if he could see right through her dress and onto her naked body.

As the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open once more, Jane stepped out into the hallway, her heart pounding strongly in her chest. She glanced back at the man beside her, offering him a shy smile before disappearing around the corner, relishing at the attention she could grab from the man.

[TheArtist]

Rendezvous
Before Jane even raised her hand to knock, a wave of nervous excitement came over her. Dressed in the sexy black dress, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation mixed with trepidation. Meeting another man in a hotel room, dressed in such a provocative dress, was a far cry from her usual routine.


As she stood outside Room 1306, her heart raced with anticipation. What would Gary think of her in this dress? Would he be pleased, or would he find her too forward? The thin fabric clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination, and she couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable.

Despite her nerves, there was an undeniable thrill coursing through her. The prospect of seeing Gary again, of being in his presence, sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She had missed him since their last encounter, his touch, his kisses, the way he made her feel alive and desired.

But now, as she stood outside his door, she couldn't help but wonder if she was making a mistake. What would happen once she stepped inside? Would she be able to resist his advances, or would she give in to his passion and desires?

With a deep breath, Jane raised her hand and knocked softly on the door. The sound echoed in the corridor, a reminder of the decision she was about to make. As she waited for Gary to answer, she couldn't help but wonder what lay in store for her behind that closed door.

The door swung open, revealing Gary standing there in nothing but a pair of black boxers.

Gary: I was worried you wouldn't come... come on in!

Jane hesitated for a moment, her nerves getting the better of her. Gary reached out and held her hand, gently, pulling her into the room. Gary's gaze roamed all over her body, his eyes lingering on her figure. Jane felt a flush of heat creep up her neck as she walked in under his gaze. With a shaky breath, Jane stepped further into the room, the door closing behind her with a click. Jane couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable, yet, despite her nerves, there was an undeniable sense of excitement and freedom. She took off her heels and slipped into a pair of disposable slippers Gary so thoughtfully prepared for her. The soft music in the room eased the tension somewhat.

Gary: You look amazing, dear! I missed you so much!

Jane replied with a shy smile, feeling the heat reaching her cheeks.

Gary: Wow. Just wow. Did anyone see you in this dress?

Jane: Well, I changed from my office clothes. There was this angmoh who saw me in the lift though.

Gary: Surely he stared at you!

Jane: Ya... well, he did ask me if I'll join him in his room...

Gary: Oh what did you reply?

Jane: I... said I was taken....

Gary: Taken by your husband, or taken by me?

Gary smiled as he guided Jane to the bedside.

Jane: Well... I'm here with you right?

Gary sat down on the edge of the bed. With a gentle tug, he pulled Jane towards him, and she found herself standing before him, her breasts right at his eye level, just a few inches away from his face.

In that moment, Jane felt a surge of vulnerability. The thin fabric of the dress offered little protection, leaving her feeling exposed and bare before him. She could feel his gaze roaming over her body, lingering on her curves and the full swell of her breasts, where the fabric stretched to its thinnest. Her brown nipples were visible beneath the dress and she knew this.

Gary: Turn around, dear...

Jane found herself strangely obliging to his ask, and turned around slowly. While she couldn't see Gary with her back facing him, Jane surely felt his gaze on her round buttocks.

Gary: See? Just like KTV right? We have music, got drinks, got couch, bed to rest.

He gently pulled Jane onto the bedside, walked over and passed her one of the two glasses of drinks. Jane took a sip.

Jane: Ohhhf...

Gary: It's gin on ice, is it too bitter?

Jane: No... its fine.

Jane took a few more sips, embarrassed at her initial reaction. Gary sat down beside her, and started his praises again. He then placed the empty glasses on the side table.

Gary: Dear, I was waiting painfully to see you again. Whenever my work is stressful, I'll think of your beautiful face and smiles. I cannot live without you.

Jane: Don't idiot you.

Gary: I'm so glad you came. Today you no appointment right. Must stay with me.

Jane, with a token of hesitation: I did tell the angmoh I'm already taken by you...

Gary smiled, and laid back onto the king size bed: Dear, can I hold you in my arms?

Jane turned around and crawled towards Gary. She couldn't help but wonder why she was so willing to comply with his requests, yet beneath the surface of her uncertainty, there was an undeniable thrill and a strange sense of excitement that quickened her pulse. As she moved towards him, her breasts bounced lightly with each movement only to be held back by the tight dress, further arousing Gary. He watched her with hungry eyes, his gaze tracing the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts as she drew nearer.

As Gary opened his arms, Jane felt a rush of warmth enveloped her as she laid her head on his right shoulder. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, and she couldn't help but notice the way her breasts were squashed between their bodies. The sensation sent a shiver of excitement coursing through her, and she was certain Gary could feel it too. With her hands at her sides, Jane surrendered herself to the intimacy of the moment, letting herself be enveloped by Gary's touch. His fingers stroked her arm gently, giving her tingles of pleasure. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to rest in the warmth of his embrace, the scent of his cologne filling her senses. The king size bed felt extremely comfortable, as the saying goes, hotel beds always felt more comfortable than home beds. In that moment, all the uncertainties melted away, as Jane enjoyed the privacy of the room and the comfort of the bed, she was determined to do whatever she wanted to enjoy this rendezvous to the fullest.

In the next 15 or so minutes, Gary shared more about his work, how it was always stressful and how difficult it was the managed partners. Yet, he always agreed to their work demands as they were the sponsors. There was a moment of silence, then Gary reassured Jane again how her presence and warmth always seemed to ease the pressures of his work. Jane, as if to comfort a baby, moved her right arm to place on his chest. She brushed past a hardened cock along the way.

Jane: Oh my god!

Gary, reassuring her: Hugging the woman I love so much, any guy will also stand... and... it felt so nice when you touched it, dear.

Jane felt a wave of heat rushed to her ears. She struggled to maintain her composure, not wanting to further embarrass herself in front of Gary. Despite the unexpected turn of events, she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at the realization of their mutual desire.

Taking advantage of the situation, Gary hugged Jane tightly and rolled to his side, pinning her under his body. Jane's heart raced with a heady mixture of excitement and anticipation as she found herself trapped beneath Gary's strong, muscular frame. Feeling Gary's weight pressing down on her, Jane's breath hitched as she sensed her vulnerability. With a quick, assertive movement, Gary gently pinned her arms above her head, holding them firmly in place with one hand. Jane's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the extent to which she was at his mercy, her body laid bare beneath him.

Gary's gaze swept over her near exposed body, her round breasts and nipples clearly visible under the thin dress. With her arms held captive above her head, she was acutely aware of the way her body responded to his touch.

In a soft voice, Gary asked: Can I kiss you?

Despite the apprehension that gnawed at her, a surge of longing welled up within her, her lips parting in silent invitation. With a silent nod, Jane silently granted him permission to take her...


Desire
Jane's lips parted, and Gary needed no further invitation and stuck his tongue in her mouth. The couple kissed passionately, even more so than the occasions in the KTV. As they kissed, the hotel room seemed to fade away, and loud kissing and sucking sounds filled the air. Gary's lips parted slightly but his tongue continued lapping at Jane's. Jane stuck out her tongue in return, eager to meet Gary's. As their kiss deepened, the sound of their breaths mingled with the soft, wet sounds of their lips meeting. Jane let off soft moans, which seemed to encourage Gary further.



Gary's lips trailed from Jane's lips to her face, and her breath stuttered as his lips found their way to nibble at her neck. As Gary's body pressed against hers, Jane could feel the weight of his form squashing her D-cup breasts, the fabric of her thin black dress providing little barrier between them. Her nipples hardened beneath the fabric of the dress as they strained against the material, and the friction from the movements of Gary's body on her nipples sent waves of pleasure through her. Unknown to Jane, Gary's hands had slipped free from their hold on her arms, yet she remained perfectly still, her arms still raised above her head and her body trembling with anticipation as she silently invited him to explore her body further.

Suddenly, Gary whispered: Can I touch you?

My wife's whimper betrayed her. As Gary raised his upper body, his hands moved to the sides of her chest, his touch gentle yet possessive as he slowly brought his hands together and cupped her full, round breasts in his palms. The sensation sent a jolt of shock through Jane, her breath caught in her throat as she arched against his touch. His hands felt warm against her skin, his touch firm yet tender as he kneaded her flesh skillfully. Despite lying down, Jane's D-cup breasts still swell up against her dress, and were now fully in Gary's grasp. For the next few minutes, he continued to fondle her breasts, and her mind was clouded in a mix of pleasure and desire. Was it the comfortable bed, the smell of Gary's manly cologne, or was it the glass of gin? Jane has completely lost herself in the sensation of his hands on her body. As minutes passed, Gary's touch grew bolder, as he squeezed her breasts harder and harder, occasionally rubbing her stiff nipples with his thumbs. Jane moaned softly and her body twitched in pleasure. It felt really good, much better than when she was caressing herself.

Gary lowered his head and took her right nipple in his lips, while his hand continued caressing her left breast. His other hand gently moved south, and before Jane knew, she could feel his touch on her inner thighs. She knew moments from now, Gary's hand would reach her exposed pussy. She knew she had to stop him at that moment but somehow, her body was not reacting to her commands.

Gary's lips alternated between her nipples, and his hand was dangerously close to her pussy now. Suddenly, he stopped. Jane opened her eyes and Gary smiled, as he slowly moved downwards. With his hands firmly supporting beneath her knees, Gary expertly bent Jane's legs upwards, parting them slightly to grant him better access. Jane felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks and ears as she realized her most intimate area was now fully exposed to him. She couldn't help but squirm under his gaze, feeling both vulnerable and excited all at once. Gary began planting gentle kisses along Jane's left knee, trailing slowly up her left inner thigh towards her eagerly awaiting pussy. With each kiss, Jane's anticipation grew, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she waited for his lips to finally reach her most sensitive spot. But just as his kisses neared her clit, Gary abruptly changed course, teasingly planting kisses along the top of her right knee instead. Jane let out a frustrated whimper, her desire building with each passing second. His lips continued their teasing ascent along her right inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her clit. Jane's heart raced with anticipation, her body tingling with desire as she braced herself for the pleasure she knew was coming. And then, without warning, Gary's lips descended upon her clit with a forceful kiss, sending a jolt of pleasure through Jane's body. She let out a loud cry in ecstasy, her hips bucking instinctively against his lips as Gary began sucking and licking her clit.

Jane surrendered herself completely. All thoughts of guilt, hesitation, and uncertainty melted away as she gave herself over to the sheer ecstasy of the moment..
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[TheArtist]

Taboo
Amidst the pleasures, my wife thought she heard something, a whispered question that seemed to hang in the air.

Can I fuck you?

The words seemed to echo in her mind, barely audible amidst the moans Jane was letting out as Gary expertly ate her pussy out. Was it real, or merely imagination? She couldn't be sure.

As Gary's hands roamed hungrily over her body, as his lips continued working on her pussy, Jane knew that she was on the edge of surrendering herself completely.

Then Gary paused again. Jane's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in anticipation as she watched him lower his bermudas, revealing the throbbing length of his cock. It stood erect, approximately 7 inches in length and boasting a girth of 1.5 inches. Jane couldn't tear her gaze away from the sight, as she was amazed by the sheer size of his member.

A sense of desire came over Jane. There she was, on the bed, her tight black dress now rolled up to her waist, her body quivering with anticipation as she waited for his next move. In that moment, she made a choice, a choice to let go of all inhibitions, to abandon herself and gave herself over to Gary. She wanted him to take her and claim her as his own.

Gary closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to caress her trembling body. Jane shivered at his touch, her skin in goosebumps as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. Her breath was quick and short, as she felt him pressing his cock against her, his hardness pressing insistently against her thigh. Gary put on a condom and began teasing her mercilessly, rubbing the throbbing length of his cock along her wet, aching pussy. Jane's breath hitched with each touch and her body quivered with anticipation as she waited for him to finally enter her. But Gary didn't, increasing her anticipation with every passing moment. He toyed with her, teasing her until she was practically begging for him to fuck her. And just when she thought she couldn't bear it any longer, he suddenly pushed his cock into her slick, welcoming folds.

AAaargh!!

Jane let out a cry of pleasure and relief as Gary finally entered her. Filling her completely, his cock was stretching out her pussy. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before with my 5 incher. It was a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down her spine. As he began to move inside her, Jane lost herself in the sensation of being completely filled by him.

For the next 30 minutes or so, the room echoed with the sounds of their lovemaking. With each thrust, Jane's moans of pleasure mingled with Gary's grunts of satisfaction. Despite Gary only driving 6 inches of his cock into Jane, she felt every inch of him filling her. Gary fucked her in missionary position first, his hands continued to fondle her swelling breasts while playing with her nipples. In the heat of passion, Jane raised and wrapped her arms around Gary's neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. The coupling lasted for minutes as Gary and Jane frenched, their tongues hungrily explored the depths of each other's mouths. Gary didn't lose a beat in his thrusts, keeping up a constant rhythm while frenching Jane, drawing out muffled moans of pleasure from her. Gary broke away from the kiss, and expertly lifted her legs high into the air and onto his shoulders, exposing her fully to him as he drove his cock in deeper then ever. Jane cried out in pleasure as she felt him penetrate her pussy to a depth she had never felt before. His cock was filling her pussy completely. Jane's arousal grew and her body responded eagerly to Gary's seemingly seasoned pounding.

Without any lost in rhythm, Gary then gently pulled on Jane's arms, raising her upper body up while he lowered his back. Jane's eyes flew wide open as she transited into this cowboy position, as she felt the whole length of Gary's 7 incher penetrated her wet pussy.

Jane gasped: OHHH!! OH! So deep, dear!!! I cannot!! Argh... ahhhh....

Gary grinned: You move yourself. Take off your dress.

Jane complied without hesitation, lifting her dress over her head, exposing her bouncing D-cup breasts in full view of Gary. His hands moved up to cup her breasts, and again began to knead her soft mounds, while his thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples in circular motion. Jane gasped at the sensation, arching her back as she pressed her chest into his hands, offering herself up to his caresses and squeezes. As Jane continued to straddle Gary, her knees started sinking into the soft mattress. As she moved, she could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her to her limits with each deep thrust. Before long, Jane's soft folds accommodated to Gary's length, wrapping his 7 incher fully with each thrust. Seeing this, Gary then gripped her toned waist with both hands, lifting her up slightly and began a series of hard and deep upward thrusts. He kept up with the unrelentless assault on her raw pussy, while Jane threw her head back in pure ecstasy.

Jane: Dear! Dear! I cannot, I cannot already! I... I...

Gary, without a break in his thrusts: Yes? What you want?

Jane: I'm coming already, I cannot already!!!!

Gary: Then how?

Jane: Fuck me deeper! Dear! Harder! Don't care about me! Fuck me as deep as you want!!!

With a series of deep thrusts, Jane cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing with pleasure as she rode out her orgasm. She collapsed onto Gary's chest, spent and panting. Gary's hands continued to explore her body. Jane found herself torn between the thrill of the moment and the nagging voice of reason in the back of her mind. She knew what she was doing was wrong, that she was betraying the trust I had pledged to her. Yet, in the heat of the moment, it was all too easy to push those thoughts aside and surrender to the pleasures she received.

Sensing her thoughts, Gary's hands gently caressed Jane's trembling body, seemingly to calm her down.

Gary whispered: Let's take a bath together. It'll be so relaxing, just you and me, soaking in the warm water.

Jane hesitated, her mind still clouded with the remnants of guilt and doubt: I don't know, Gary...

Gary insisted: Come on, Jane. Just imagine how good it'll feel, the warm water will cleanse away all our worries and fears. I really want to enjoy a bath with you. You also said want me to relax right.

Jane felt herself weakening, her resolve crumbling. With a soft sigh, she finally relented, her heart pounding with anticipation as she allowed herself to be led towards the bathroom...

The bathroom was dimly lit, and the scent of lavender filled the air. The sound of water filled the bathroom, and the lewd coupling continued between Gary and my wife. She allowed herself to be enveloped by Gary's embrace and their lips met again in a hungry kiss. She melted against him, with her arms wrapping around his neck as she surrendered herself. Their kiss deepened and became
more urgent and demanding with each passing moment. Gary's hands roamed freely over my wife's body, sending shivers of pleasure through her bare body. She arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her lips as he trailed kisses along her jawline and down her neck but he was careful not to leave any marks. Suddenly, Gary spun her around, pressing her back against his chest. My wife gasped as she felt his hardened cock pressing against her buttocks and the heat of his body searing into her skin. His hands found her breasts from behind, cupping them possessively as he teased her nipples to hardened peaks. My wife's head spun with desire as Gary enjoyed himself, squeezing and caressing her full breasts. She arched into him, her back pressing against his chest as she surrendered herself completely to the ecstasy.

As my wife turned her head to face Gary, she could still feel the intense sensations from the hard fucking she received earlier. Her skin tingled with his touch, and the raw intensity of their coupling lingered in her mind. As they kissed again, she willingly embraced him once more, reaching behind her head with one arm to pull his head towards her. Their kiss was filled with passion. My wife leaned against Gary, as his lips devoured hers with hunger. She could taste his tongue and likewise, as their sucking and kissing sounds rang in the air again. Gary alternated between her breasts with his left hand, squeezing and fondling them, while his right hand reached down towards her vagina. My wife let out a soft moan when Gary's fingers expertly rubbed her wet clit.

In the steamy shower, the lovemaking between Gary and my wife continued for some 30 minutes. While the earlier fucking was an act of pleasure and raw desire, the scene in the bathroom was slow and passionate, where a man and a woman made out like pure lovers.

This time, Jane was the one to break their kiss. Her lips moved to his neck, and trailed down to his chest where she sucked on his nipples. Then, without breaking eye contact, she slowly lowered herself onto the floor where her knees pressed against the wet tiles. The water splashed around her as she looked up at him adoringly. Her hands moved to his hips for support and she leaned in closer. Her lips brushed against the tip of his cock lightly as she planted kisses on his cock head teasingly. She then parted her lips and took his cock into her mouth, with her tongue leading the way. Her hands remained on his hips and she let her body guide her movements as she sucked on his cock. Jane’s kisses and the blowjob she gave Gary were willing acts of desire and affection. Knowing that, and the thoughts of her face with another man’s raw cock in her mouth, the pangs of jealousy I felt during the journey of discovery were beyond words.

That night, she had dinner with me after i returned home from work, we chatted and nothing seemed to have happened. I knew something was amiss but of course, didn't know any better until years later...


Reveal
As I scrolled through the photos, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of arousal and disbelief at how incredibly seductive my wife could be.

In a set of photos she shared with multiple men, Jane wore a light blue sports bra and dark grey yoga pants. Her choice of attire was intentional, meant to showcase her undeniably sexy assets. The sports bra she wore clung to her like a second skin, emphasising the swell of her cleavage and highlighted her toned shoulders. She had taken out the bra paddings under the sports bra and her nipples could be seen clearly. Her yoga pants molded to her body, hugging her hips and thighs. The pants rode up her round ass and her shapely camel toe was clearly visible. Jane knew her ass and camel toe were the highlights of this outfit and knew exactly how to pose and draw attention, ensuring that every photo captured a view of her camel toe or her firm, round buttocks.

In another set of photos, she wore a fitting dark red halter-neck cheong sum with lace layering. It looked extremely elegant and seductive. The open window at chest level revealed a view of her deep, ample cleavage, while high slits on both sides of the dress offered glimpses of her toned legs. In some photos, she posed rather provocatively, teasingly lifting the hem of the dress to reveal her thighs. In one particularly daring shot, she turned her back to the camera and knelt with her knees opened wide, deliberately showing the curve of her buttocks through the sheer fabric of the dress.

In a spaghetti strap black mini dress, Jane's ample D-cup breasts were emphasized by the cotton fabric that stretched to fit her body. The plunging U-shape neckline of the dress dipped daringly low, framing her seductive cleavage. The fabric clung to her breasts, outlining their fullness and inviting the eye to linger on their full, round curves. But it wasn't just the plunging neckline that drew attention. The thin fabric of the dress offered little in the way of concealment, and her pert nipples showed through the thin fabric. Jane took a few poses in this mini dress, some with her standing tall with her shoulders back to push out her breasts proudly. In another pose, she leaned forward slightly, allowing the fabric to hug her curves even more closely, while her breasts threatened to burst out. My favourite pose was probably an upper body short of her crossing her arms, squeezing her breasts together with one side of the strap drooping down over her shoulder.

In addition to these outfits, there were other photos in which Jane took. In one set of images, she laid on the bed, her hair cascading around her shoulders as if she had just woken up. She gazed seductively at the camera, her lips curved into a sweet, seductive smile. In another series of shots, Jane teased with shots of her pouting lips, as though she was kissing the recipients of the photos. Some photos showed her with her arms outstretched towards the camera, seemingly to hug whoever she was sending the photo to.

The disturbing reality sank in as I realized that my wife was sending these sexy photos of herself to men she likely hadn't even met before, intentionally inviting them into intimacy and desire. The thought of these men, unknown and faceless, gazing upon the same enticing images that had once been reserved for my eyes alone and knowing that my wife had willingly shared these intimate moments with them filled me with a sense of unease and apprehension.

Despite the unsettling realization of my wife's actions, I couldn't resist the undeniable surge of arousal. The thought that these men, strangers who had never met my wife, had undoubtedly indulged in their own fantasies from these photos fueled my arousal further. No doubt they must have masturbated to the photos. It was a paradoxical sensation, this mixture of arousal and betrayal. However, the excitement was undeniable. With trembling hands, I reached down and began to jerk off. The forbidden thrill of seeing my wife through the eyes of other men and the dirty chat messages that followed added to the pleasures of my orgasm. It felt so terribly good. I wanted to know more. I needed to know more. I placed her phone carefully back into the bag with a heavy heart.


Change
Once confident and self-assured as a business development manager, my wife seemed to have undergone a gradual and subtle transformation. Before, she walked with her head held high and her shoulders back, but now, she seemed more demure. Her assertive air had softened, now replaced by a gentle obedience and a willingness to give in to others. It was as though she had somehow relinquished control, surrendering herself to people around her. Her voice, once strong and confident, now carried a softness and a hint of submissiveness.

Even in her interactions with me. Previously, she had been confident and assured, now she seemed to seek my validations and approval on small matters. This was a side of her that I had never seen before, and I couldn't help but wonder what had caused this change. Jane's body also became more sensitive and her responses to my touch had become more pronounced. Her moans came more easily, and her body responded eagerly to my caresses. It was as if something had awakened within her and she became more eager to fuck, though our sex didn't last more than 15 mins usually. She was also easily agreeable to blow me, while once it took some effort to coerce her to do so. Her blowjobs, once quick and serviceable, had became more sensual. Despite the undeniable excitement, there were moments of uncertainty and doubt that lingered in the back of my mind.

She continued to linger over her phone, constantly messaging, to a point of, can I say, addiction? She would spend hours lost in conversations, her fingers going across the screen as she exchanged messages with unknown individuals. From the looks of it, she has stepped up her messages to multiple men from the last time I read her texts. She also went out with friends and colleagues more frequently, as though in attempt to immerse herself in the outside world. It was a pattern that repeated itself with increased frequency, leaving me to wonder what was driving her sudden need for social interaction.

And then there was the way she dressed. Gone were the days of modesty and restraint, she now seemed to intentionally choose outfits that were fitting and provocative. Her updated wardrobe included some tight-fitting dresses that accentuated her hourglass figure, office outfits with plunging necklines that displayed the swell of her breasts, and dresses and skirts with daring slits that revealed glimpses of her thighs. It was a marked departure from the professional and understated style she had once preferred, and it left me feeling both intrigued and unsettled. What had prompted this change in her wardrobe choices? Whenever I went out with her, her choice of outfit would turn heads. As proud as I was to have an attractive, sexy wife, I couldn't help but feel a sense of jealousy.

It was as if Jane had unlocked a part of herself that had been dormant, now fully embracing her femininity and enjoying the attention it attracted from men. Previously she would always complain about the male neighbours taking rude glances at her figure. Now, she would glimpse at them with subtle smiles, much to their delight. There was this nagging sense of unease. Was she dressing for herself? Was she seeking validation from others? Or was there someone she was trying to impress?

[TheArtist]

Surrender
Kneeling on the floor between Gary's legs, Jane held onto the cock in front of her with her right hand. The lower end of her fitting dress had ridden up slightly, exposing her inner thighs to the cool air in the KTV room. This tingling sensation made her felt even wetter than before. She began stroking his cock very loosely, going up and down the entire shaft, teasing it ever so slightly with each contact with her warm fingers. Gary began to twitch on the sofa and closed his eyes, enjoying the touch. Jane knew she was doing this right. She ran her thumb along the underside of the cock head, knowing that was the most sensitive part of the cock. She played with the cock head with her fingers for a while, before starting to grip the cock firmly. She then began to stroke the cock, alternating between fast, short strokes near the cock head and slow, long strokes along the whole length of it. Gary's eyes were shut tight and his moans grew louder, his body tensing with anticipation as Jane continued to work her magic. Jane, with her perverted sense of confidence, quickened her pace. Gary came without much of a warning, shooting a stream of warm, sticky cum upwards into the air which then landed onto Jane's hand. Undeterred, Jane continued to stroke him, determined to give him all the pleasures possible. As the last tremors of his orgasm subsided, she withdrew her hand.


Jane: So messy! Quickly clean up!

Gary: Wow, that was really shiok, dear. Your handjob skill improved a lot leh.

Jane, teasingly, while with a slight blush: I got a good teacher...

Gary cupped her face with both hands and pulled her in for a deep French kiss. As they kissed, Gary's hands dropped to her chest and began to fondle her round breasts under the tight white, u-neck bodycon dress.

In the months that followed their initial rendezvous in the hotel room where she got fucked, Jane eagerly embraced every opportunity to meet with Gary again. Each meeting would end up in intimate moments for the couple where Jane was determined to fulfill her promise to Gary and provide him with the stress relief he so desperately sought. During their shorter meetings at the KTV, Jane wasted no time in attending to Gary's needs. With practice and under Gary's patient guidance, she would give him hand jobs and, on occasion with minimal coercing, pleasure him with blowjobs. Despite her best attempts, Jane could barely fit 6 inches of his cock in her mouth but good enough to make Gary cum.

When time allowed, they met up in different hotel rooms where Jane would dedicate herself wholeheartedly to ensuring Gary's complete satisfaction. She would take time to doll herself up and select sensual outfits for the occasions. From figure-hugging dresses that left little to the imagination to seductive lingerie, Jane knew the higher she raised Gary's level of arousal, his hunger for her would grow more insatiable, driving him to fuck her furiously thereafter.

Dressing sexily had become more than just a routine for Jane; it had evolved into a potent source of arousal in its own right. As she meticulously selected each outfit, she felt a strong surge of arousal every time she donned these outfits, leaving her breathless with anticipation for what was to come.

In one of their meetings in a hotel, Jane treated Gary to a hot, sexy strip tease. She wore a black, high-neck cheong sum with cat sleeves, teasing him with glimpses of her thighs and what looked like black panties underneath. Jane took her time and danced seductively to the music in the room. With slow and delicate movements, she then began unbuttoning the cheong sum, letting it fall to the ground to reveal a black halter bodysuit hidden beneath. As the soft music played, Jane continued her dance, running her hands along her thighs and round buttocks, occasionally squeezing her full breasts to tease Gary even more. With a seductive turn, she turned around and revealed the back of her body, while she unbuttoned the bodysuit at the crotch and gracefully lifting it to unveil a black high-cut Brazilian bikini bottom that accentuated her round buttocks. She paired it with a black sea dive tube top, barely containing her D-cup breasts that threatened to spill out. This slow reveal of her skin, layer by layer, was so deliberate. Gary was completely overcame by lust and arousal as he watched Jane's sensual movements, completely entranced by her beauty and the enticing reveal of her curves.

As Jane danced seductively, her nipples became hardened and pressed against the tight fabric of her tube top, clearly visible through the material. With each movement, she teasingly rode up the bottom of her tube top, revealing the swell of her underboobs, but stopping just short of exposing her bare nipples. Suddenly, Gary couldn't contain himself any longer. He leaped off the bed, seizing Jane by the shoulders and forcefully pushed her onto the bed. With a swift motion, he tore off her tube top and bottom, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable. Without hesitation and foreplay, Gary began to fuck my wife relentlessly, driving his cock rudely into her already moist pussy, giving in to the raw desire that had been building between them throughout the strip tease. Gary's thrusts were brutal as he drove his entire 7-inch cock deep into her without care. At first, Jane was taken aback by the forcefulness of his actions, but any initial shock quickly gave way to intense pleasure as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming sensations through her body. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy through her, and the brutality of how she was fucked pushed her to the brink of ecstasy.

Gary's desires then took a more demanding turn as he urged Jane to deep throat him. After an hour of relentless fucking, he guided Jane to kneel before him on the floor. With a firm grip on her shoulders, he positioned her head in front of his throbbing cock. Removing the condom, he pushed his erect member into her waiting mouth, his hand guiding her head to take him deeper. With one hand underneath her neck and the other at the back of her head, he adjusted their positions and slowly push his cock into my wife's throat. As Gary pressed forward, Jane's throat clenched in discomfort, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggled to accommodate his size. Despite the tears, the discomfort and the occasional retching, Jane was determined to please Gary and fulfill his every desire. With each gentle push from Gary, she fought against the instinct to gag and gradually relaxed her throat to accommodate his length.

Minutes passed like hours as Jane persevered, her throat stretching to accommodate the full length of Gary's cock. No words were exchanged, but the unspoken understanding between them was palpable. Jane knew what Gary wanted, and she was willing to endure whatever discomfort necessary to satisfy him. As Gary began to thrust more forcefully, Jane surrendered completely to his desires. Her only focus was on providing him with the pleasure he sought. She felt a sense of fulfillment, knowing that she was pleasing him in ways she never thought possible. Each forceful thrust into her throat drew sexy, wet, gurgling sounds and muffled moans from Jane.

Gary’s thrusts grew more desperate when he was near his orgasm. He gripped the back of Jane’s head and held her firmly in place. Her lips stretched tightly around him, her throat working to take him deeper with each relentless thrust. Then it happened. His groans deepened and his body tensed as he reached his peak. With one final thrust, he buried his cock fully in her throat, holding her there as he erupted inside her. Jane’s eyes widened slightly, and then her throat contracted as she swallowed instinctively, taking everything he gave her.

The sight was overwhelming. My beautiful wife, stark naked and brutally fucked for over an hour, now kneeling on her knees with another man’s cock in her mouth, drinking his hot, sticky cum. She stayed there, her lips still wrapped around his cock, her body trembling slightly as she continued to swallow, accepting every last drop. She didn’t pull away, didn’t hesitate and didn’t resist. It was an act of complete submission and willingness, something she had never allowed with me.

I felt a strong sense of disbelief and helplessness when I came to know how she had surrendered completely to another man, letting him claim her mouth in a way I had only fantasized about.

The realization hit me like a tidal wave. My wife, my Jane, had always drawn a firm line with me. No cumming in my mouth, she had said countless times and her stern tone left no room for negotiation. Yet there she was, willingly and eagerly taking another man’s seed, swallowing him down without hesitation. It was as if she reserved that kind of devotion, that level of intimacy, for someone else, someone she deemed worthy in a way I never was.

The jealousy burned hot In my chest, an ache that should have been unbearable. And yet, beneath it all, there was something else – an uncontrollable, maddening excitement. Knowing that she did it for another man what she had always denied me, seeing her break a line she had so firmly set with me, was as devastating as it was thrilling. It was a reminder of just how far she was willing to go, just not for me…


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, and was 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 tell-tale 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 wild 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 full breasts were nearly flattened against the wall 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...

[TheArtist]

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 flushed 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. As the finger fucking continued, she felt herself edging closer and closer to ecstasy. Ivan quickened his pace and Jane's moans grew louder. She could feel her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm. A flush of heat ran 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 fuck her quivering pussy, drawing out every last drop of her love juice. 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 and her face flushed red with the strain of accommodating him, but she remained determined to please him. She could feel Ivan's cock pulsing and bulging, a 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 flooded her throat in short, powerful spurts. She swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste as he emptied himself completely. His cum filled 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.

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 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 drift even further. 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 had already prepared the 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 her 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 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.

The men she met 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 thrill, creating an exhilarating contrast to the predictability and stress of her everyday life.

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.