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Yes, she was and still is quite a handful. The dread was when you think of how she was being fondled and enjoyed by the men... You couldn't see, you can only imagine, and she was obliging the whole time. Her dressing, even at work, had also taken a turn from conservative to alluring. Probably much to the delight of male colleagues.

Re: A story ten years in the making
 

looks good and handful

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Looking forward to your next update to this fantastic story!

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she's hot, please update soon! just up your points too!

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Addiction

Why do wives cheat? I often ask myself. Surely I have done something wrong, or short of a satisfactory marriage. Or can it be the allure of forbidden pleasures? The thrill of living another life, a second chance at things. There doesn’t seem to be a simple or straight forward answer. But the moment one goes astray, there are dangers of getting addicted to the lifestyle. Or am I still mistaken to this day?

The boss looked up at my wife. Her words were clear as day, she was inviting him to fuck her again. They sent a surge of heat through him, and he growled softly, his hand gripping her waist and pulling her onto his lap. Her lace nightgown had ridden up, leaving her bare and exposed against his growing cock.

Jane pressed her body against his, her lips brushing against his ear as she continued in a breathy whisper.

Jane: (softly) I want you to use me again, Daddy. Use my body however you want.

The boss grinned, his hands sliding up her bare thighs, his fingers digging into her skin as he positioned her to straddle on his lap. He didn’t need any more convincing. His hands gripped her hips firmly and guided her movements as he pressed himself against her wet pussy and teased her entrance. She whimpered, rolling her hips against him, desperate for him to fill her again.

Jane: (pleading) Please, Daddy… I want you so bad.

Boss: Tell me, Jane. Tell me who you belong to.

Jane: I’m yours, Daddy. My pussy, my body… all belongs to you.

His control snapped at her words, and he thrusted his harden cock into her pussy in one swift motion, drawing a cry of pleasure from her lips. She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he filled her completely.

The boss held Jane tightly against him, her body fitting perfectly in his hands as he kept her straddled on his lap. Her moans were soft but constant, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she began to roll her hips. His firm grip guided her rhythm, slow and deliberate, as if he wanted her to feel every inch of him inside her.

Jane arched her back, her breasts bouncing slightly with each movement. She leaned closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered between gasps.

Jane: (softly) Daddy… your cock feel so good inside me. So thick and long.

The boss groaned, one hand gripping her waist tightly while the other slid up to cup her breast, squeezing it firmly.

Boss: Look at you, Jane. So eager to please me. Taking my cock so deep.

Jane: (panting) I love it, Daddy. Fuck me how you want… Arrhh… arggh… So much better than my husband.

Her admission sent a surge of pride and dominance through the boss. His hand on her waist moved lower, gripping her hips as he began to thrust rapidly upward into her, matching her movements. Jane cried out, throwing her head back.

Jane: (moaning) Yes! Daddy! Use my pussy like this! Auggh! Argghhh! Arrk!

Her pace quickened, her desperation evident as she grinded down on him. Her pussy juice was making each thrust louder. The sound of her moans, mixed with the slick noises of their bodies, filled the room. In that moment of passion, my wife wrapped her arms around the boss and leaned in to french him, adding wet, kissing noises to her moans. It wasn’t just french kissing, it was deep. My wife was making love fervently with the boss, allowing him to explore her mouth completely while he pounded his fat cock into her married pussy.

Then, without warning, the boss grabbed her hips and lifted her off his lap, her gasp turning into a giggle of surprise. He flipped her around, pressing her chest down against the bed, her hands splaying out to brace herself. He spread her legs wide, positioning himself behind her as he ran his hand down her back.

Boss: You love this, don’t you? Being bent over like this, completely at my mercy.

Jane: (whimpering) Yes, Daddy. I love it. Love being taken like this.

He thrust into her hard, and her cries of pleasure grew louder as she clutched at the sheets. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her back onto him with each powerful thrust. He fucked her in that doggy position for around 15 minutes or so, alternating between gripping her waist and hips, to pulling her hair rudely backwards with one hand. The boss groaned in pleasure, his hands sliding up to squeeze her ass before delivering a firm slap, making her yelp in surprise. His pace then increased as he leaned over her and pressed his chest against her back. He reached around to grab her breasts, squeezing hard and pinching her nipples as he drove her closer to the edge.

Jane: (sobbing with pleasure) Daddy, don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!

The boss complied. He was far from being done with my wife. He pulled her back onto the bed, her body limp but trembling with anticipation. He laid her down gently before climbing over her, spreading her legs and lifting them onto his shoulders.

He entered her slowly this time, savoring the way her body clenched around him. Jane gasped, her hands reaching up to clutch at his biceps as he leaned over her, his hips moving in slow but deep strokes.

Jane: You’re so perfect, Daddy. So much better…

Boss: Better than your husband, you mean?

Jane: Yes, Daddy! So much better… Daddy, you don’t do gym business already. Next time just do me instead...

Her words drove him wild, and he began to thrust harder, his pace quickening as her cries filled the room. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest as she begged him for more. Her pleas pushed him to the edge, and he gripped her thighs tightly as he pounded into her mercilessly. Jane’s nails dug into his skin, her body trembling as she reached her orgasm. Her cries of ecstasy echoed around them as she recovered from the intense pleasures.

The boss held Jane close, her body still trembling from the sensations he had just unleashed in her. His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke in a low, commanding tone.

Boss: Jane, I want to claim every part of you.

She shivered at his words, her body responding instinctively even before her mind caught up. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she processed what he meant. The thought of giving herself to him completely sent a mix of apprehension and thrill coursing through her.

Jane: (softly) Daddy… you want all of me?

Boss: (grinning) Every inch, Jane. You’ll love it. Trust me.

The Boss placed his hands firmly on Jane’s shoulders, guiding her to turn around to face the bed. His touch was commanding, leaving her no room for hesitation. She felt the soft mattress beneath her as he pushed her down, her breasts pressing against the bed. With one hand, he urged her to lower her head, her cheek resting against the fabric, while his other hand adjusted her hips, lifting her ass higher.

Now on all fours, Jane’s back arched instinctively, her body responding to his silent commands. The position left her pussy and ass fully exposed. She was undeniably aroused with her hips raised as though presenting herself fully to him as he positioned behind her. My wife was so irresistibly sexy in that position, and the boss wasted no time and pressed himself onto my wife. She gasped and tried turning around.

Jane: Boss! But… But I… already let you fuck my mouth and pussy already…



A photo I found on her old phone, taken sometimes around this set of events. Apparently the photo was taken by someone standing behind her. Likely to be the boss.

Re: A story ten years in the making
 

Thank you for the points, bro. I sincerely wanted to share the experience I had over the years. She is hot indeed, though I don't know if that is a compliment as she was enjoyed by other men...

She was oogled at, teased and most certainly fucked in different circumstances. But I have to admit her gym sessions have to be the hottest.

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Onset

My wife froze in the moment when she realized what the boss wanted. The boss leaned forward and planted kisses on her back, while his hands roamed over her back, waist and her round buttocks, now raised high in front of him. Slowly, he pressed his thumb against her tight, anal ring of muscle, easing it in bit by bit. Her body tensed.

Jane: (softly) But boss... daddy…

Boss: (commanding) Yes? Your body belongs to me, and I’ll fuck it however I want.

That moment of vulnerability sent a strange surge of thrill through my wife. She has pledged her body to the boss, to be used in any way he pleases for his pleasures. Her naughty words further affirmed this. And now the boss was going to take her words for it. Lying face down on the bed, with her buttocks raised and her pussy and ass fully presented to the boss, her submissive side completely crumbled any resolve or sense of guilt she may have. Her breasts were swollen and bruised from the earlier abuse, and her pussy was red and raw from the repeated hard fucking. Yet, she wanted to please the boss more and completely submit to his desires.

Jane: Yes… daddy…

The first moment was almost surreal. The long, hard cock, firm and unrelenting, made contact with her anal rim. The cock head, large and still smooth from my wife’s pussy juice, brushed gently against her opening. Every nerve ending seemed to light up with awareness, and she could feel the texture of the cock skin, the subtle ridges along the shaft, and the pressure of something so solid and unyielding forcing it’s way past her sensitive barrier.

As her body instinctively tensed for a moment, she took a deep breath to relax. Slowly, the initial shock of contact transformed into a strange, mixed sensation. A combination of a tight, almost painful pull and a budding pleasure that spread outward from her ass. The sensation was immediate: a fullness that was both foreign and exciting.

Her anal sphincter, naturally tight from years of being undisturbed, began to yield slightly. The long, hard cock pressed against her inner skin, making its presence known with each minuscule movement. There was a sensation of stretching, as if her body was expanding to welcome this intruder. Even in its initial approach, the firm pressure of the cock made her acutely aware of every tiny movement—each gentle nudge, each subtle shift in angle. The moment of insertion was overwhelming. As the cock head slowly began to slip past her tight entrance, she experienced an immediate, almost shocking fullness. The sensation was raw and unfiltered, a firm, unyielding pressure that spread out along the length of her inner passage.

Boss: Oh god, Jane! Your ass is so tight!

Jane: (naughtily) What do you expect… daddy… Ohhhh!!!

The boss forced his cock in deeper and the sudden, deep stretch made her gasp involuntarily. Her body instinctively tightened in response as a natural protective reflex. She could feel every detail of the cock as it moved in deeper. The hardness of the cock was unrelenting. It felt almost akin to a hard, thick rod penetrating her insides, mercilessly forcing its’ way in against the warm, delicate tissues of her inner canal. It filled her completely and stretched her limits with a mix of mild pain and growing pleasure. Every inch of the penetration sent new sensations through my wife’s body. She clenched the bedsheet with her fingers and gritted her teeth with her eyes closed, fully submitting herself to the boss’ intrusion into her most sacred orifice.

Jane had always rejected my advances to have anal sex, claiming it to be a filthy taboo. She also disliked me touching her anal opening, even during sex. Yet, here she was, aroused to a point of no return, willingly allowing the large, burly stranger penetrate her in her ass with his dirty cock. Who would have guessed my wife would lose her anal virginity to a man she only met hours earlier!! This was another sharp dagger through my heart when I found out about this.

My wife’s anal muscles, previously contracted cautiously, began to relax and expand, accommodating the long, hard intrusion. The feeling was both intense and oddly soothing, it was a paradoxical blend of discomfort and undeniable arousal. As the cock advanced further, she could sense the fullness at the very tip of her inner walls. The sensation was similar to a gentle but insistent stretching, as if every nerve ending was being awakened all at once.

There was a moment, a brief pause, when the entirety of the cock had entered her, and she was filled with an almost overwhelming sense of being completely filled. In that instant, the contrast between the tightness of her muscles and the unyielding hardness of the cock was at its most intense. The fullness was total, and she could feel the pressure radiating outward, which was a constant reminder of this new experience that was both exhilarating and intimidating.

The boss then pulled his cocked out slowly, and slammed it in again, drawing out a sharp cry from my wife. It was my wife’s first anal sex experience and she knew she would be fucked mercilessly by this thick, hard 10-inch cock in the minutes, and god forbid, hours, that follow.

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Her gym instructor is the luckiest man on earth :)

Re: A story ten years in the making
 

Yes, he is. Unfortunately. Though he wasn't the only lucky one.

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Y’all still married?

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Gary: Can I hold you?

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Yes, there are many considerations.

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Lost

Was it 15 minutes? Or 30 minutes? Or closer to 40 minutes? My dearest wife has lost track of time. The coolness of the bedsheets did nothing to sooth the heat her ass felt, as the boss plunged his hard, warm cock deeper and deeper into her ass. It started slow with the boss easing his big cock in. As my wife’s anal muscles relaxed, the boss picked up his pace and began slamming his whole 10-inch cock into her ass.

Piak! Piak!! Piakk!! Piak!

Her ass cheeks jiggled as the boss slammed his cock deep into her with each powerful thrust. The sounds of their bodies slapping together and my wife’s cries echoed throughout the bedroom as the boss fucked her raw ass ferociously.

Boss: You’re so fucking tight, Jane. You were made for this.

My wife could feel her pussy growing wetter, betraying the arousal that she felt despite the taboo nature of the act. One she had always rejected, even the thoughts of it. Now, her ass was used for this man’s pleasure. She felt her pussy clench around emptiness, begging for attention while her ass was mercilessly fucked. The thickness of his member stretched her beyond what she thought possible. She bit down on the pillow to muffle the cries of both pain and pleasure that threatened to escape her lips. The initial discomfort grew into a warm sensational pleasure she couldn’t deny…

The boss seemed to sense her arousal and his fingers found their way to her wet clit and began rubbing it in the same tempo as his fucking. The combined sensation sent shockwaves through her body, making her arch her back and moan louder into the pillow.

Jane, once a boring and usually reserved Singaporean Chinese wife, my wife, found herself on all fours and fucked thoroughly by this burly ang moh. Her body was utterly used and abused to satisfy his lust, and it was far from over. In the aftermath, she was sore all over and of course, I didn’t know what happen at that time. Knowing the truth now felt strange. It felt unreal. But deep down I knew it was all true.

There was no rest for my wife, except for the brief moments the boss changed their positions. On all fours, my wife turned her head to look at the mirror beside the bed. She could see her body, back arched and her ass raised, receiving the full impact of every hard thrust as the boss slammed into her from behind. The mirror showed the angle of his cock sliding fully inside her, disappearing deep and then pulling out again in steady rhythm. The sensation of being filled so thoroughly, combined with his kisses on her neck and the firm hold on her waist, made her feel both fragile and helpless. She couldn’t move under his strong grip, and could only endure the relentless fucking in her ass.

The boss, after countless minutes, flipped her over onto her back. Now, my wife was lying back on the bed with her hips raised by pillows and legs draped over his shoulders, with the mirror now capturing the intimate scene from behind. He knelt between her legs, with one hand holding her waist and the other steadying her lower back as he slowly pushed into her tight, warm anus again. The depth was breathtaking as every inch inside her was filled. The ass fucking continued. His steady thrusts became stronger and faster, his breath hot in her ear as he leaned in close. My wife wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek as he leaned forward. Encouraged by her act, the boss turned to face her and locked his lips on hers. Their bodies pressed together and her D-cup breasts were squashed to the sides. My wife frenched the boss like lovers while the boss carried on slapping his cock deep into her ass. The room was now filled with her muffled moans, kissing and sucking sounds and the sharp slaps as the fucking continued.

The boss then lifted my wife on and shifted into a cowboy position, with my wife on top. There, she knelt between his legs, facing the mirror that reflected the curve of her spine. She sat down and from the mirror reflection, she watched the way his cock disappeared into her. The boss’ hands steadied her hips as she lowered herself onto him, the feeling of his hardness filling her tight back entrance in a way that was both overwhelming and addictive. She rocked slowly at first, savoring the full stretch and the way his cock filled her completely. The mirror showed her body undulating, and her breasts bouncing softly with each movement, her face a mix of concentration and pleasure. He gently tilted her hips upward, then in one swift motion he pulled her down. My wife’s eyes flew open and a loud cry escaped her mouth. The full weight of her body and the pull downwards pushed the large cock deeper into her ass. The sensation was unlike anything she had felt before, an intense fullness paired with a steady pounding that reached deep inside her.

With her hands braced on his chest, she guided the pace, starting with slow thrusts that let her savour how deeply he plunged into her. The first few rides were exploratory: she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and let out a soft moan as she discovered just how much of him she could take. The mirror showed her own shoulders flexing, breasts lifting and falling with the motion, and the slight catch of her breath every time she slid fully down. Her heart filled with unfiltered lust and excitement. She loved watching herself riding the cock in the mirror. It felt dirty. It felt almost shameful. But most important of all, it felt really, really good.

As she found her rhythm, the slow rocking gave way to a deeper, faster thrusts. Each circle of her hips carried him deeper into her hungry ass, and the thick fullness built into a warmth that spread through her belly and down her thighs. She could feel the way his cock stretched her, teasing the most sensitive spot just inside her, and every gentle bump against that spot set off sparks of pleasure that made her toes curl into the sheets. As she quickened her pace, she felt closer and closer to the edge. Her excitement mounting until her entire body quivered.

Then it happened: the slow-burn in her belly exploded into a long, rolling orgasm. Unlike orgasms from her pussy, this didn’t come as one sharp peak but as a series of waves that spread out from inside her. She arched her back as the first wave crashed through her, crying out in surprise and delight. In the mirror across the room she caught a glimpse of herself, her eyes closed, lips parted, body trembling in the aftermath of each surge. She watched as the reflections of her hips rose and fell. The orgasm lasted far longer than anything she had ever experienced. Where her vaginal climaxes typically peaked and then faded, this one stretched on. Even after her movements slowed, she felt the continued pleasure deep inside her. When she finally came back to herself, she opened her eyes and saw the boss watching her with a soft smile on his face. She fell onto his chest, tired and he cradled her in his arms and the couple kissed and frenched again, this time in a slower pace but much more passionate.

Jane: Love you boss…

Boss: Your husband? What about him?

Jane: I love you more… boss… I’m your woman now…

The boss grinned and shifted my wife onto all fours again. He hadn’t came and wasn’t going to let my wife go just yet. Needless to say, he fucked her anal for the rest of the night, and probably came into her ass raw multiple times. In the morning, they washed up together in the bathroom again. No prizes for guessing, the boss probably fucked her ass and mouth again.

Ivan sent my wife home that day. Not right away. He drove her back to his apartment first. He wanted a piece of the fun. When they stepped into Ivan’s apartment, without a word he crossed to a tall dresser and pulled open the top drawer, revealing a single garment neatly folded. He laid it out on the bed, a black, sheer, sleeveless bodysuit, cut high at the hips and tailored to the curve of her figure.

Ivan watched her with dark eyes as he instructed her to change into the bodysuit. She went into the toilet to change without hesitation, the memory of the boss’s bedroom still lingering in her mind. She was fucked for so long in her ass, that her pussy was aroused but never satisfied. She stepped into the bodysuit’s leg openings. When she pulled it up over her hips, the high cut framed her pelvis, leaving the sides of her waist bare. Finally, she slipped her arms through the sleeveless openings and tugged the mock neck mesh up over her head.

As the bodysuit settled into place, she felt its tight embrace. The sheer fabric revealed the pale curve of her breasts, her nipples could be seen, the gentle slope of her waist, and the hollow at the small of her back. Gathering at the crotch was a tiny patch of opaque black for minimal coverage, but even that was so thin it hinted at everything beneath. She walked out, and faced Ivan, knowing the next ordeal will leave her broken and sore like she never experienced before…

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Good story and context

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looks good and handful

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Waiting for more updates TS

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Very good share TS. Support for more updates!

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Used

When my wife stepped out of the bathroom wearing the black sheer bodysuit, Ivan was already waiting by the doorway. Without a word, he reached out with one large hand cupping the back of her head. The sudden contact startled her, but the firmness in his grip did not allow her to hesitate. He pushed her down with force, until she sank to her knees on the plush rug.
He stood there for a moment and took in the sight of my wife kneeling in front of him. The black, translucent bodysuit stretched tight across her body, her breasts and nipples were apparent under the mesh and the high-cut legs rode up her hips. Then, eagerly, Ivan began to strip. She watched on, as he shrugged out of his trousers and left them in a heap beside her. His cock, long and rock hard, was already leaking with pre-cum. Her heart jumped as he bent forward, grabbing her head again and guiding her forward until her lips brushed the tip. Ivan had been awaiting impatiently for this moment, knowing that the gym boss would fuck my wife for the entire night. This was his turn now to use my wife.
For the next fifteen minutes, my wife sucked on his cock obediently. In her mind, she cycled between thoughts of pleasuring him and on what a slut she had become. She had obligingly allowed multiple men to use her pussy and mouth to satisfy their pleasures, and had lost her anal virginity to a stranger. She felt dirty, but the thrill of being in complete submission to these men while they ravaged her body was undeniable. The longer she sucked on Ivan’s dick, the more natural it felt. Her hands braced on his hips and her breathing fell into a steady pace as she bobbed her head.
When Ivan finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged and his cock was shining with his pre cum and her spit. He reached down to help her to her feet. She stood up unsteadily as the kneeling had made her knees weak. He led her to the centre of his bed with his hand firm at the small of her back. Then, in one swift motion, he pushed her forward onto the bed. A sharp thrill of vulnerability and excitement ran through her as the tight bodysuit stretched and brushed against her breasts and curves. She felt Ivan’s breath at her neck before his hands settled on her shoulders, pressing her down until her palms splayed against the sheets. Her heart beat rapidly, in anticipation and arousal, as she realized how completely he would claim her, her body, her mouth, and now her most private orifices, laid open and ready for him.
Ivan positioned himself behind her on the bed. He yanked the bottom of her bodysuit to one side, and lined himself up with her pussy and pushed inside in one firm motion. She cried out in a sharp voice. Her body tensed. She was still sore from last night’s vigorous fucking by the boss. Every inch of him felt tight and stretched inside her. Her voice shook with the mix of pain and surprise. But Ivan did not slow down. He held her hips with both hands and thrust forward again. His movements were steady and strong. He only focused on his own pleasure. He did not pause to check on her comfort. This was his turn now and he was determined to satisfy his lust on my wife.

After a good 15 minutes or so, he pulled her up so her back rested against his chest. With one arm around her chest, grabbing her breast in one hand, he reached between her legs with his free hand. He continued thrusting into her from behind while he pressed his fingers against her clit. She felt deeper pushes in this position. He kept moving faster, his fingers and cock working together.

Ivan fucked her in that position for another ten minutes, then he flipped her onto her side. He bent both her legs at the knees. He knelt behind her again and lifted her top leg up high. He then drove his dripping wet cock deep into her ass. She cried out as the hard push awakened those sore nerves within her sensitive anal wall. He gripped her thigh and held it steady so he could thrust without slipping. It was painful, but Ivan’s grip was strong and his fucking was unrelenting, my wife knew she had to be obedient and take the hard fucking in her ass again.

After several minutes, he slipped out and motioned her onto her back. He spread her legs wide and knelt between them. He held her hips firm and thrust straight up into her ass again. She could feel each stroke in her body. He leaned forward and cupped her breasts with his hands, kneading them while he kept thrusting, determined to fully enjoy himself.

Finally, Ivan stood at the foot of the bed. He told my wife to get on all fours facing away from him. She obeyed, her hands and knees on the mattress. He knelt behind her again and grabbed her hips roughly. He entered her ass with a deep, forceful push and proceeded to repeatedly pound into her hard and fast. She felt the impact through her whole body, as her breasts bounced under her. Through every position, she felt pain and arousal at once. She wondered if he would ever slow down. But he only drove himself harder, his eyes fixed on her body wrapped in the bodysuit as it moved under him. She kept going because she wanted to please him, even though she was sore.

Ivan didn’t give her a moment to rest. With one hand he grabbed the back of her head and drew her forward until her lips touched the tip of his cock. Without warning, he drove the full length of himself into her mouth. She felt the thick shaft stretch her lips and slide past her teeth, warm and hard, then down her throat. Her jaw ached as he thrust in and out. His movements were rough and insistent. She choked back a gasp at first, but Ivan’s grip was firm, there was no choice. With every hard push into her throat, she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Her hands came up to hold his hips. With her fingers digging into his skin, she desperately tried to steady herself against the force of his thrusts.

When he finally slowed, she could taste the saltiness of his cock on her tongue. Then, with no warning, he pulled her head forward while thrusting his hips into her face. In a single, powerful surge, he came. She felt his hot cum fill her mouth, warm and thick as he emptied himself. He didn’t hesitate, he pushed every last drop into her throat. She swallowed around him, determined not to spill a single drop. The muscles in her throat worked hard as he held her head steady and rode out his orgasm.

When he drew away, she looked up at him, mouth wet and eyes shining with tears. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he reached down and guided her gently to her feet, his hand still on the back of her neck. He led her out of the bedroom and down the hall, her legs unsteady but following him without protest.

They reached his bathroom, and he switched on the tap. Water roared from the showerhead, filling the small room with a steady hiss. He turned and pushed her inside, the cool water hitting her face. She gasped again as the cold water ran down her body. Then, over the sound of the running water, her loud cries could be heard again, this time from the bathroom. She wept, part in pleasure, and part overwhelmed. The water ran over both of them, washing the mesh of the bodysuit against her skin.

After another hour of raw fucking, Ivan dropped my wife off at our apartment. She climbed out of his car on wobbly legs.

I returned from my JB company trip. Over the next few days, my wife acted as if nothing had happened. She kissed me good morning every day. She made my coffee just the way I like it. She smiled at me when I came home, and asked about my day. In the evenings, we sat on the couch together. She let me hold her hand, but she never let me touch her breasts and private parts.

I felt something change between us. There was a tension under her calm words. Sometimes I caught her staring off into the distance, her eyes distant and heavy. I asked if she was all right. She squeezed my hand and said that she was fine. I wanted to ask her everything. Instead, I swallowed my coffee each day and kept my questions inside.

She acted loving and attentive, but I felt parts of the day where her mind wandered far away from me. I longed for the simple closeness we used to share. Every time she pressed a kiss to my cheek, I wondered if she was thinking of other men, or of me.

After a few weeks, my wife looked back at the text message Ivan sent her and smiled. She knew she was obedient and had done exactly as she was told. She read and re-read the messages…

Ivan: You’re home safe, Jane. Listen. From now on, you belong to me. You will not let your husband fuck you again. Not ever. You understand?

Jane: ...

Ivan: You do not disobey.

Jane: ...

Ivan: You will keep your husband in the dark. If he tries, just tell him you are sore, too sore for him. ONLY I DECIDE WHO CAN FUCK YOU.

Jane: ...huh?

Ivan: If I decide another man can fuck you, you will let him use your body. You will answer the door, welcome him in, and do everything he wants.

Jane: Huh? Wait. What do you mean...?

Ivan: When your husband overseas again?

Jane: I cant remember now…

Ivan: Wear the bodysuit I bought you. Go now. Wear, kneel down like I taught you and send me your photo.

Jane: This one?

Ivan: Let me know, I want you ready and waiting. Make up nicely. Doll yourself. Put perfume. Wear that bodysuit.

Jane: What you want me to do.

Ivan: You don’t ask questions. You obey. You do what I tell you to do. From now on, you cannot let your husband fuck you. Say you understand.

Jane:…

Ivan: Hello? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Jane:…

Jane:… I understand…

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Ty ts for update

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Thanks to all bros for the support, ten years ago and even now. How time flew. I also noticed my points have increased, thanks much to the silent bros who upped my points, though, I'll admit I still do not know what power is for. You didn't have to, but you did anyway, so thank you.

I'll like to tell my story. It is a way to get these thoughts off my chest. I hope my storytelling is fine so far.

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Home

Every morning when I slid out of bed and reached for her, Jane would turn away slightly. Her back was cool against my hand, and she pulled the blanket up tighter over her shoulders. I cleared my throat, smelled her hair but she only shifted further into the covers. Her body was tense, arms crossed over her chest.

In her mind, the first thought was that Ivan told her she belonged to him now. She remembered Ivan’s voice: No more of your husband. Only he would choose who could touch my wife. When I tried to kiss her shoulder or slip a hand under her pyjamas top, she dropped her voice low: Not today.

Her pulse quickened when she looked at me, she hated the hurt in my eyes but she obeyed. Inside her head she was confused with guilt and arousal: guilt because she was pushing me away; arousal because she was learning to want what Ivan wanted.

By the time she was dressed, I was already leaving for work. She stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom, smoothing down the pencil skirt that hugs her hips. Underneath, she wore the sheer pink bodysuit Ivan gave her, high cut at the leg, low round neck, sleeveless. It was hidden by a thin white blouse, but the outline of the fabric pressed against her skin all day, seemingly to remind her who she belonged to.

I kissed her on the cheek goodbye. She let me hug her.

Jane: Have a good day…

At work, she pushed through her morning routine with the same empty focus she carried since the first night with Ivan. Every time a coworker brushed past her, she felt the fabric of the bodysuit against her waist tighten.

She remembered Ivan’s text: If I say another man can use you, you obey.

A flush heated her cheeks as she replied to an email.

On sone mornings when Ivan ordered her to meet his business partner after work, she shifted restlessly in her seat all day, checking her phone until she saw his message.

Ivan: 8 pm. My gym office cafe. Wear something tight and black.

Her heartbeat jumped. At five o’clock, she slipped out the office, and changed into a fitting, black long dress. She tucked her hair behind her ear, and hurried down the street.

When she arrived at the cafe, she forced a calm smile. Ivan and the man ordered a drink. They then chatted, Ivan focused on the business but beneath the small talk, my wife felt the man’s gaze on her body, from her collarbone to her hips and to her thighs. She sipped her latte, caught her breath when he leaned forward.

Bowan: You look beautiful tonight.

Jane forced her shoulders back, grips the cup, sat up straight and smiled. Her mind was full with Ivan’s control and her own hunger. She hated how she was turned on.

When I came home that night, she shook her head.

Jane: I’m tired, dear…

She offered a small smile: I love you...

And gave me a small peck on my cheek.

And so, one and a half months had passed since Jane last had sex with me, or with anyone else... Every night she would slip into bed next to me but shoulder turned away. One night, I wrapped my arms around her, and felt a subtle movement on her butt. She was pressing her legs closely together. It seemed as though she was aroused, but was trying hard to shut out her arousal.

The next morning I left for an overseas seminar. My wife texted Ivan exactly as instructed…

Jane: Hubby going KL for a seminar. He’ll be gone all day, back tomorrow evening.

Within minutes, her phone buzzed with Ivan’s reply.

Ivan: Good. Meet my partner Bowen at your house at 2 pm. Wear something sexy.

Jane found herself standing in front of our bedroom mirror. She had chosen a dark grey spaghetti strap mini dress that clung to her curves. Underneath she wore nothing, no bra, no panties, just smooth skin against the soft fabric. She ran her fingers over the thin straps and felt her full breasts and nipples stretching the top of the dress. She remembered Bowen’s excitement when Ivan showed him her photo in the pink bodysuit. At first she was hesitant, afraid of the betrayal, afraid of how it would feel and afraid of what would happen. But as the hour drew near, she felt herself growing more and more aroused. Ivan’s plan of shutting her off completely of sexual activities over more than a month had worked. My wife was easily turned on and could not contain her arousal.

Jane’s hair was loose and fell over her shoulders. She applied a final coat of pale pink gloss to her lips and let her eyelashes sweep upwards, lined with mascara. She traced a line of eyeliner along her upper lashes, making her eyes look wider and more inviting. Her looks sent a shiver through her. She was dressing not for herself and not for her husband, me, but for a man who would enter our home today to fuck her in unimaginable ways.

At 2 pm, she left the front door unlocked, just as Ivan instructed, then waited in our dimly lit bedroom. The curtains were drawn tight. She sat on the edge of the bed, the short dress rose to bare the smooth curve of her thighs. Her breathing was shallow. She pulled out her phone and snapped a quick photo of herself in the dress, the low square neckline displayed the swell of her breasts and the short hem showed off her legs. She sent it to Ivan.

Time stretched. Her pulse thumped. At 2:10 she heard footsteps on the floor outside the bedroom door. Her heart beat like drums. The doorknob rattled once, then clicked. The door swung open and Bowen stepped in. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, business-casual, but his gaze was locked on her.

She swallowed hard and rose to her feet. Heart pounding, she crossed the room. When she was just a foot from him, she dropped her voice low and soft.

Jane: Lao gong… go bathe first.

Her fingertips grazed the strap of her dress, tugging it slightly higher.

Bowen nodded, nearly stumbling in his eagerness, then turned and disappeared into the bathroom. She followed him with her eyes, and waited.

She knew Bowen’s secret fantasy now. And that was to be able to fuck a married woman in her own home and to be treated as her husband.

Behind the bathroom door, water ran. She heard Bowen’s low hum of pleasure. She didn’t know exactly how it would feel this time, but she knew one thing: her body would belong to him for the rest of the day and night. And she was waiting, terribly aroused, trembling, and completely his.

The sound of water stopped. Jane stood at the bedroom doorway, holding her breath. Then came the creak of the bathroom door, the sound of bare feet across the hallway tile. She waited, heart pounding.

Bowen stepped into view. He was drying his hair, with my towel. The familiar dark blue towel folded earlier that morning by Jane herself. She noticed it immediately. Her stomach tightened, but she said nothing.

Jane, almost choking: Lao gong I help you dry…
Bowen looked refreshed, naked now with your towel slung around his waist. My wife took the towel and wiped him dry. That was the first time she saw his cock, it was already semi hard.

Jane swallowed hard. He smiled casually, and she caught herself smiling back, her body reacting before her mind could resist. This was surreal. I had used that towel just yesterday. Now it was Bowen’s.

Jane: I poured you some water.

Bowen blinked, noticing the tall glass on my nightstand. He walked over and took it. He took a long sip, watching my wife over the rim. Jane stood still, her arms by her sides, her eyes focused only on him now.

“Thank you,” he said.

She nodded again, quieter this time. “Lao gong… you’re welcome.”

Still holding the glass, he settled down gently onto our marital bed, still completely naked. Jane instinctively reached forward to fix the pillow behind him, fluffed it twice just the way I liked it. As she leaned over, her spaghetti strap slipped down the side of her shoulder, revealing more of the top of her breasts. She didn’t bother adjusting it. There was no need to.

Bowen took another sip. He leaned back contentedly.

Bowen: You always take care of your husband like this?

She hesitated. She could feel her cheeks warming.

Jane: Yes dear. You forgot?

The room fell quiet again. Bowen grinned.

Bowen: Come closer.

Jane obeyed. She moved up onto the bed, tucking one leg under the other, and settled beside him, her breasts brushing against his arm. Her nipples were erected and she knew Bowen was gazing at them. She could also see his cock standing harder and longer as each second passed. The smooth cock head with a hint of sticky pre cum looked so juicy. She bit her lower lip in arousal. No, it was lust. She was anticipating a hard fuck and was now terribly horny. She wanted that cock in her mouth so badly.

From this position, she could see our wedding photo hanging directly above the bed. It was staring down, quietly witnessing everything unfolding beneath it.

Re: A story ten years in the making
 

thanks , any more sharing bro?:)

Re: A story ten years in the making
 

I am writing, thank you and hope my experience/story has been engaging so far

Thanks to bros who have been supportive too.