A story ten years in the making

[TheArtist]

Blowjob
It was late at night, the room dimly lit. Jane and I were together in bed. It was some time since we had sex, so I reached out to her, my fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of her nightgown. As I gently pulled it down, revealing her bare breasts, I felt a surge of lust

Her nipples were already hard, reacting to my touch. I rubbed her nipples with my fingertips, feeling them stiffen further. Jane let out a soft moan, her body responding to the familiar yet ever-exciting sensation. I leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her breast, and then flicked my tongue over her nipple, making her gasp.

Her breathing became heavier as I continued to play with her nipples, teasing and arousing her. I could feel her body arching towards me, craving more of my touch. I moved my hand lower, brushing it across her stomach and down to the waistband of her panties. I slipped my fingers under the fabric, feeling the wetness in her pussy.

She reached for the waistband of my shorts and slipped her hand inside, finding my cock already hard. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking gently, her touch sending pleasures through me.

Without a word, Jane shifted, positioning herself between my legs. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and desire. Slowly, she took my cock out of my boxers and I saw her lowered her head in the dark of the room. She leaned in, her breath warm against my skin, and kissed the tip of my erected cock with her warm lips.

Jane's tongue flicked out, licking the underside of my cock slowly and deliberately. She took her time, savoring the taste of my cock head in her mouth. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in time with the movements of her tongue. It was both torturously slow and incredibly arousing.

Then she opened her mouth wide and swallowed my cock deep into her mouth. I let out a low groan. Jane's lips formed a tight seal around my meat and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked gently. Her tongue continued to work, swirling around the tip before gliding along the underside. It felt damn shiok.

She bobbed her head up and down, taking me deeper with each motion, her hand still working at the base. I could feel the wet heat of her mouth enveloping me, the pressure building with each stroke. Her free hand moved to cup my balls, massaging gently, adding another wave of sensation to the already intense blowjob. The combination of her mouth, her hand, and the gentle pressure on my balls was driving me wild.

Jane increased her pace, her movements becoming more urgent as she sensed my approaching climax. She took me as deep as she could, her lips touching my balls and her nose buried in my cock hair. The combination of her mouth, tongue, and hand was overwhelming.

Then I came, my body shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm. Jane released my cock from her mouth and stroked it, drawing out every drop of my cum before rushing off to the bathroom to wash up.

Breathing heavily, I laid back onto the bed. It was a stark contrast to the blowjobs she used to give me, short, uncomfortable and I could feel her teeth. But now...

As we lay in bed, there a sudden and stark realization hit me. I lay there with Jane in my arms, her head resting on my chest, and the thought crept into my mind, uninvited and insistent. The skill, the confidence, the way she knew exactly how to drive me to cum—it wasn't just talent. It was practice.

I tried to push the thought away, but it lingered, stubbornly refusing to leave. Jane's blowjob, how she knew what to do and when, it all pointed to one undeniable conclusion: she had done this many times before. And it wasn't with me.

The reality of it hit me hard. A knot formed in my stomach, a mix of emotions building inside me. There was a sting of jealousy, a pang of betrayal, and a deep, unsettling sense of inadequacy. How many men had felt what I had just felt? How many had she sucked? Surely the men couldn't resist fucking her after that.

I glanced down at Jane, her face peaceful and content, completely unaware of the turmoil inside me. I felt a surge of conflicting emotions. On one hand, I loved her deeply, cherished every moment we spent together. On the other hand, the thought of her with other men, giving them the same pleasure she had just given me, and willingly allowing them to use her body to satisfy their lust, was almost too much to bear.

What I imagined was only the tip of the iceberg. What I didn’t know at that time was how the men had trained my wife to pleasure them. In particular, how Ivan had trained my wife to seduce and used her body to pleasure a man she had never met before…


Watched
Jane arrived at the hotel beside City Hall mrt. This was the third time she met with Ivan here. She felt a surge of nervousness as she stepped into the lift. She had met up with Ivan and had sex with him numerous times before, but today was different. Ivan had insisted on bringing along friends to watch their most intimate session. It wasn’t an easy decision but Ivan was reassuring. And she could totally be herself, not judged by anyone. Getting watched while she got fucked would also heightened her pleasures through the intense sense of desire the men would have for her. The thought drove her crazy. She was hesitant, but she decided to do this, maybe just once. This… Was her little secret world after all.


She stood in the centre of the hotel room. Her spaghetti strap black dress clung to her body, and the tightness pulled at her skin at every move. She was not wearing anything underneath the dress and it was apparent, as there wasn't any bra strap or panty line visible. The thin straps barely held up the low neckline, and the fullness of her breasts was alluring.

Ivan, dressed only in a white bathing robe, turned my wife to face the three men seated on the plush couch. They were from the same gym Ivan went, but my wife had never talked to them before. Their eyes were glued to her. Ivan stepped closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered something only she could hear and her face flushed red.

Ivan then reached around and cupped my wife's breasts through the fabric of her dress, the thin material doing little to conceal the roundness of her breasts. His fingers expertly found her nipples, teasing them until they hardened against the thin dress. Jane let out a soft moan, her body responding instinctively to his touch. The men on the couch leaned forward, their eyes widening with anticipation. They had been waiting for this day for a few weeks now. The thought of a sexy married woman agreeing to be fucked openly in front of other men added to their desire and anticipation. Who could resist such an opportunity?

As my wife stood there, facing the three men on the couch, her heart pounded in her chest. She felt the weight of their gazes on her, a mix of anticipation, desire, and lust. She felt both excited and nerve wracking at the same time. Ivan’s hands cupping her breasts from behind brought her back to the present moment. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped from her lips. His fingers kneaded her breasts, expertly pinching her nipples lightly until they stood erect against the dress. The sensation was overwhelming and the thrill of being watched by other men seemed to add to her pleasure. Her mind was full of conflicting emotions. The discomfort of being on display, of having her most intimate moments scrutinized by strangers, clashed with the excitement she felt. She was the center of their attention.

Ivan's caress grew more demanding, and began squeezing my wife's breasts harder. Her moans grew louder in return and her body shuddered at the sensations she was feeling. From behind, Ivan grabbed the underside of her full breasts, squeezing them upwards and pushing her cleavage higher above the neckline of her dress. He repeated this motion, enjoying the feel of her soft, yet firm breasts and the way she responded to his touch. After a few moments, he changed his technique, moving to fondle them in a slow, circular motion, his hands sliding easily over the smooth fabric of her dress. My wife could hear the men whispering to themselves, "wah, natural natural", and couldn't make up her mind if she should be feeling proud or embarrassed.

Ivan gently turned my wife around to face him, their eyes locking in the moment. His hands moved lower, gripping her buttocks firmly, pulling her closer to him. As if in response, my wife wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as the couple kissed deeply. The kiss was lustful, their tongues licked each other and sucking sounds soon filled the room. Ivan continued to caress her buttocks as they frenched. By now, my wife was getting more comfortable in front of the men and didn't object as Ivan slowly lifted the bottom of her dress as he fondled her ass.

Behind them, the men watched attentively. From the side, my wife could see them touching their crotches. Their erection was obvious underneath their jeans. The sight of their lust only fueled her own excitement. Ivan’s hands roamed freely over her body. His fingers found the bottom hem of her dress, lifting it slightly to reveal the bottom of her well toned buttocks. Her body trembled with anticipation. He played with the fabric, pulling it up slowly, teasing both her and the men watching. She could also feel Ivan's cock growing harder, and pressing against her stomach. She knew she would be fucked by this cock again soon, and the anticipation was killing her.

Ivan then turned my wife around to face the men again and continued to caress her body. My wife closed her eyes and turned her head backwards to kiss him. Her initial reluctance and fear were fading, and now replaced by the sensations she was feeling, and the thrill of being watched without any fear of judgement. Ivan had lifted her dress to her waist by now, and my wife's bare, shaven pussy was in full view to the three men. The men’s excitement grew, their breaths becoming more audible as they watched Ivan lifted my wife's dress slowly. One of them stood up and began unbuckling his belt and jeans to let out his hardened cock. He sat back down and began stroking himself. Upon seeing that, the other two men followed, releasing their erection in full view of my wife.

Ivan’s hands were everywhere, caressing, kneading, and teasing my wife. He kissed her neck to her collarbone, but careful not to leave any marks. My wife's moans grew louder, her body arching into his touch and kisses. Ivan continued caressing her body and had slipped her dress upwards, now exposing her underboobs. Without hesitation, she raised her arms, allowing Ivan to lift her dress over her head. My wife is now stark naked in front of the men.

The men cheered softly, and started to stroke their cocks at an increased pace. Ivan’s hands cupped her bare breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, drawing another moan from her lips. He whispered something to her again and my wife nodded slightly. With trembling hands, she reached down towards her pussy. She opened her legs wider, and with her fingers, she pulled her pussy folds open, exposing her raw, glistening wet insides to the men in front. This was the pussy I fucked, but in my wife's little secret world, this was the same pussy that other men had used for their pleasures too, over and over again. The fact that my wife had allowed multiple men to fuck her married pussy was a sharp stab in my heart, and it took years to overcome the jealousy I felt.

This was what Ivan had whispered to my wife at the start of the session. He wanted her to masturbate herself in front of the men. Initially, my wife was hesitant and blushed. Now, she had seemingly let go of any fear and hesitation, and began rubbing her clit and crying out at the pleasures she was feeling.

Ivan: Open your eyes, look at them.

My wife did as she was told. Her lustful look, while moaning and continuing to masturbate, were too much for one of the men. He came unexpectedly.

One of the men: Eh, weak.

The man who came: Fuck you.

The third man: I want to fuck her, look at her sia!

My wife quickened her rubbing on her clit, and her cries grew louder. A trail of pussy juice had ran down the side of her inner thigh. Ivan continued squeezing her breasts and the teasing on her nipples. The sheer audacity of the situation, the raw, unfiltered lust in the room, was unlike anything my wife had ever experienced. The fear and uncertainty were gone, and she had surrendered to the sensations flooding her senses.

Jane: ARGGHHh...hhhh!!!!

With a loud, uninhibited cry, she came. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The thrill of exposing herself to the men she had never met before, and engaging in such intimate act, added to the intensity of her orgasm such that some pussy juice spurted out as she came, before running another trail down her legs.

Ivan was pleased at what he saw. He turned my wife to face him and kissed her deeply. He then place a hand on her head. Knowing exactly what Ivan wanted, my wife knelt down obediently...

[TheArtist]

Stranger
I was getting frustrated. After hearing from her relatives that my wife came down to Bugis, I rushed down in an attempt to meet up with her. As I searched through the gift and electronic shops, I continued calling her mobile. Or rather, I bombed her mobile, making over 20 calls in about an hour. All my calls went unanswered. Something was off. If not for my early release from work, I wouldn't have experienced this. After an hour and a half walking around Bugis Junction repeatedly, I called it quits, angry and tired. Forget the housewarming, I was going home straight to rest.

My wife knelt before Ivan, her heart pounding with anticipation. She looked up at him, before she slowly lowered her gaze to his erected cock standing proudly in front of her. She took a deep breath, her lips parting slightly as she leaned in, her hands reaching up to gently grasp his shaft.

My wife started by kissing the tip of his cock, her lips soft and warm against his sensitive cock head. She flicked her tongue out, lightly licking the contours of the head, and tasting the salty pre-cum that had gathered there. Ivan let out a low groan, his hands moving to the back of her head to guide her movements. Encouraged by his response, she wrapped her lips around the cock head, sucking gently as she swirled her tongue around it. She did this for a good minute or so, as a prelude, before applying a bit more pressure and taking him deeper into her mouth. Her hand stroked the base of his shaft, with her fingers wrapping firmly around him as she worked her mouth up and down. She used her other hand to gently cup his balls, massaging them lightly as she continued to bob her head. Her mouth created a tight, wet seal around his cock and the sound of her sucking filled the room. Ivan's groans grew louder and his hips started to move in time with her rhythm.

My wife alternated between deep, slow strokes and quick, shallow ones. She hollowed her cheeks, increasing the suction, then relaxed her mouth to allow his cock to slide deeper into her mouth. She also used her tongue to press against the underside of his cock, adding to the pressure and pleasure. She alternated between these motions for a good 10 minutes, all the while getting used to the girth of his cock again. Compared to Gary's cock, Ivan's manhood was thicker and harder to deep throat. Of course, my own cock paled in comparison. The three men watched attentively, seemingly forgetting to breathe, while stroking their own cocks furiously.

My wife could feel Ivan’s cock twitch in her mouth, a sign that he was getting close to cumming. She took him as deep as she could, his cock head now hitting against the back of her throat. She fought the urge to gag, and focused on the pleasure she was giving him instead. Her face soon grew red. She pulled back slightly, her lips dragging along his length, before plunging down the full length of his cock again. She repeated this motion, increasing her speed and her hand stroking in sync with her mouth. Wet, gagging sounds escaped her throat.

Ivan's grip on her head tightened, his hips thrusting forward to meet her movements. My wife moaned around his cock. She could feel him getting closer, his breath coming in short gasps. With one final, deep push into her throat, Ivan came, his warm cum flooding her mouth. It was a huge load and my wife had to tighten her lips around his cock to prevent any cum from oozing out. She continued to suck and her tongue swirled around his cock head, her saliva now mixing with his cum in her mouth. She slowed her movements, milking every last drop from him, before finally pulling back, her lips lingering on the tip. She looked up at Ivan, and playfully stuck out her tongue to show him the cum inside her mouth. With a gulp, she then swallowed the whole load.

My wife knew she had pleased Ivan well, but from past experiences, she knew a blowjob was not enough to satisfy his lust. She was right. Ivan helped her to her feet, his hands steadying her as she rose. Her legs felt weak from the kneeling, but his grip was reassuring. He guided her to the bed, the men in the room watching with rapt attention. Ivan gestured to them, and they moved the couch closer, eager to witness the next scene.

Once at the bed, Ivan laid my wife down gently, her back against the cool sheets. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes meeting hers as he slowly spread her thighs apart. Her breath quickened in anticipation, her body already responding to what was to come.

Ivan leaned over her, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body again, caressing her breasts, her sides, her hips and thighs. He took his time, savoring the feel of her beneath him, the softness of her skin, the way she trembled with desire. My wife returned his passion by wrapping her arms around his neck and frenching him back lovingly.

In the missionary position, Ivan positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and ready. He quickly slipped on a thin condom. He guided his cock into her pussy with a slow, deliberate thrust, filling her completely. Jane moaned, her back arching off the bed as he stretched her, the sensation was overwhelming. Ivan set a steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and slow, his eyes never leaving hers.

He leaned down, his mouth finding her neck, kissing and nibbling at her sensitive skin. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer with each thrust. My wife's hands roamed his back, her nails digging into his skin as her hip matched his movements. The men on the couch watched intently, their eyes following every movement and every thrust. My wife could feel their eyes on her, adding to the intensity of the moment. Ivan’s pace quickened, while her moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as he drove his cock into her.

After about 15 minutes or so, Ivan slowed his movements, pulling out of her and guiding her to sit up. He helped her straddle him, positioning her in the cowboy position. My wife's hands rested on his shoulders as she lowered herself onto his cock, taking him in inch by inch. The sensation was intense, as the angle and depth of the penetration were hitting all the right spots.

She began to move, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Ivan’s hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements, his eyes locked onto hers. My wife threw her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she rode him, her moans filling the room. As my wife's confidence grew, she increased her pace, her movements becoming more fluid. Her hands roamed Ivan’s shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles as she rode him. She could feel the heat of his body beneath her, the way his cock throbbed inside her with each movement. Ivan’s hands gripped her waist firmly, his fingers pressing into her soft skin. He guided her hips in a circular motion, changing the angle slightly to hit different spots. My wife gasped, the new sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her.

The men on the couch leaned forward, their eyes glued to the sight of my naked wife and her bouncing tits, riding Ivan with such passion and intensity. The attention heightened my wife's arousal, making her movements even more deliberate and sensual.

My wife arched her back, pushing her D-cup breasts forward, presenting them to Ivan. He took the invitation, his hands moving to her chest, his palms brushing over her erect nipples. The sensation was electric, sending shivers through her body. Ivan’s touch was confident, knowing exactly how to drive her wild with desire. He began to fondle her breasts lovingly, kneading them as they bounced onto his hands.

My wife leaned forward, her lips finding Ivan’s in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined, tasting each other. If I were there to witness my wife kissing another man so lovingly, while willingly using her pussy to pleasure his cock, my heart wouldn't be able to take it.

Ivan’s hands moved back to her hips, his grip tightening as he guided her movements. My wife rode him with abandon, her body moving in perfect harmony with his. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as she approached the peak of her climax. Ivan’s hands moved to her ass, squeezing and guiding her movements with firm, commanding pressure. The sensation was overwhelming.

Ivan then guided my wife to lean back, shifting into the reverse cowboy position. Her hands rested on his thighs as she adjusted her angle, her movements slow and deliberate at first. She could feel every inch of his cock inside her, still rock hard and the sensation was overwhelming.

She began to move, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. Ivan’s hands gripped her hips, his eyes locked onto the sight of her ass moving in perfect rhythm. Slowly, my wife's movements became more urgent, her body trembling with pleasure as she rode him. Ivan’s hands moved to her back, guiding her movements, his touch firm and steady.

The men on the couch watched, their eyes following every movement. Ivan’s hands wrapped around to fondle her breasts again. He held that position for probably a good 5 minutes, grabbing her breasts from behind and he continued fucking her. My wife could feel the pleasure building, and the intensity growing with every movement. Ivan’s hands gripped her hips next, his thrusts becoming quicker. Jane could feel her orgasm building, as the pleasure was overwhelming.

As Ivan continued his fucking, he slowly began to shift their position. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against him as he leaned forward. Jane's hands reached back to brace herself against his thighs, her back arching as she adjusted to the new angle. The feeling was intense, his cock hitting deeper with each thrust.
With each thrust, Ivan guided her movements, his breath hot against her ear as he murmured words to her. My wife's heart raced, the sensation was overwhelming as he kept driving into her. She could feel his strength, his dominance, as he took control, guiding her towards something she hadn’t anticipated.

Ivan's grip on my wife's waist tightened, his thrusts slowing just enough for him to maneuver her off his lap. He stood behind her, his cock still deep inside her, and began to push her forward with deliberate intent. Her breath hitched as she felt herself being moved, her legs shaky but compliant as he guided her towards the edge of the bed, where one of the men sat, watching them with a hunger in his eyes.

As they neared the man, my wife's mind was troubled. She could feel the heat of Ivan's body pressed against her back, his hands firm on her hips as he continued to fuck her from behind. The man in front of her shifted slightly, his cock now standing fully erect, mere inches from her face. The reality of the situation hit her, a mixture of trepidation and undeniable arousal coursing through her.

Ivan's pace slowed, his thrusts becoming more controlled as he pushed her closer to the man. My wife's eyes were fixed on the throbbing cock in front of her, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the distance between her lips and the man's cock diminished. The tip of it was so close that she could feel the heat radiating off of it, her lips parting slightly, almost instinctively. She then shook her head slightly, to the man's dismay.

Ivan continued to move her forward, his thrusts deep and steady, each one driving her closer to the man’s cock. My wife's hands gripped the seat of the couch beneath her, her mind full of conflicting emotions. She was on the edge of something new, something that can push the boundaries of her secret world.

All of a sudden, one of the other men said: I think your phone has been ringing non-stop for the past hour...

My wife: Huh? Arhh... Ahh...

Ivan: Bring here, who is it?

Man: Oh it says "Dear", oh her husband!!

Ivan slowed his pace, and said to my wife: You should call him back and see what is it.

My wife: Ok, don't make any noise ya. I'm worried what he wants.

Me: Hello?

My wife: Dear, what is it?

Me: Where are you? Why never answer my call? The housewarming gifts bought already, what are you doing?!

My wife: I searching ... For more house... Hold things.

She bit her lips as Ivan started fucking her again.

Me: I'm in train already, I'm going home to rest.

My wife: Ok, you go home rest ok?

I hang up, frustrated and tired. At that moment, it didn't occurred to me how sweet and feeble her voice was. Usually she would be angry if I skipped family outings with her relatives. I also did not realise how quiet her surroundings were. It couldn't be if she was at Bugis Junction.

With a hard push from Ivan, my wife cried out, after holding back her moans while talking to me.

Ivan: How does it feel to talk to your husband when you are being fucked by another man?

My wife: ...

Ivan slowed down and stopped: I cannot hear you...

My wife: It... Feels great ...

Ivan: Then what you want now.

My wife mumbled...

Ivan: Cannot hear you leh.

My wife reached behind her to grab one of Ivan's hands, said: I want you to fuck me more...

With that, Ivan pumped his cock into my wife's pussy again, now even harder and quicker than before after that short rest. My wife cried out, her breasts now bouncing directly in front of the man. As Ivan continued pumping her from behind, she found herself only a breath away from the man’s cock, her mouth hovering just above it. Ivan held her steady, his hands never leaving her hips, his cock still buried deep inside her. He whispered something low and commanding, though she couldn’t make out the words over the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. She shook her head again.

Torn between the thrill of the situation and her lingering hesitation, my wife continued moaning in response to Ivan's hard fucking. The cock in front of her belonged to man she had never seen before. Yet, it looked so juicy and tempting. How would it feel to suck a stranger's cock? How would it feel like to suck a cock while being fucked hard at the same time? The man in front of her shifted again, his cock twitching as if in eager response to the proximity of her lips. The choice was hers to make, the power to decide what came next resting entirely in her hands.

And as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the man’s cock, my wife felt a surge of excitement. This was her world, her secret space where she could explore every desire without fear or judgment. But this, is something new. How will it end? What would happen? How would his cum taste like? My wife was surprised at her own thoughts, especially at how she wondered how his cum would taste. Holding on to the last strand of her sanity, she resisted the temptation as best as she could.

Ivan drove his cock into her even harder then before, pushing her forward with every thrust. My wife's lips touched the man's cock lightly but remained shut. The man was exhilarated by now, and other men watched on intently. The situation was so intense. Ivan reached around my wife's hips as his fingers found her clit, now soaking wet from her own juice. He began to finger her clit while he continued his pumping, without missing a beat. The sensations were overwhelming and my wife cried out even louder.

My wife: ARGHHH!! ARGHHHHHhhhh .. argffhhh ... Hmmmmmfff... Hmmfffff

Her cries became muffled. The man in front of her threw his head backwards and let out a huge groan.

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[TheArtist]

Line
As my wife stood before the man, a mix of anticipation and temptation rushed to her mind. These emotions were also driven by the pleasure she was receiving from Ivan, who was still fucking her hard from behind. Her mind was a swirl of thoughts, emotions and pleasures she struggled to contain. The man standing before her was so close, his cock just right at her eye level, hard and pulsating.



She couldn’t help but stare at his cock. It was so different, so enticing, the way it stood there, almost tempting her to taste it. While Gary's cock was longer and Ivan's wider in girth, the man's cock in front was a middle ground but with a large cock head. Her heart raced as she felt Ivan’s hands on her hips, his thrusts steady and powerful, yet her focus was drawn entirely to the man's cock in front of her.



My wife's mouth watered at the thought of sucking him, the temptation growing stronger with each passing second. She could see every detail—his smooth skin on his cock head, the way it twitched slightly in anticipation, the way the light caught the sheen of pre-cum oozing from its tip. It looked so hard, so juicy, almost begging to be sucked and pleasured. She wondered what it would feel like, how he would react to the warmth of her lips, and the softness of her tongue. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a wave of heat gathering in her belly as her desire intensified, and with Ivan's relentless pumping in her pussy.

My wife hesitated and shook her head. She knew this was a line she hadn’t crossed before, a step further into her little world where she could do anything without fear of judgment. She had submitted to Gary's tenderness and Ivan's authoritative demands, but these were natural progression after knowing them for some time. The thought of sucking a stranger's juicy cock was thrilling, intoxicating, and as Ivan’s pace quickened behind her, driving her closer to the edge, she felt her resolve crumbling.

She leaned in slowly, her lips parting as she moved closer to the man in front of her. Her breath brushed against his cock head, her heart pounding in her chest as the temptation became too much to resist. She was drawn to him, to the allure of giving in to her deepest desires, to the thrill of knowing she was about to experience something new, something so forbidden.

Ivan, seemingly sensing her thoughts, began to increase his pace and fucked her even more vigorously than before. My wife moaned louder, now in complete abandon about the fact that she was fully naked in front of strangers, her round tits bouncing in front of them while getting fucked hard from behind. She could feel Ivan's hand reaching around her hips and located her clit in front. His fingers began massaging her clit, combined with the relentless fucking of her pussy, a jolt of intense pleasure shot through my wife's body and she cried out uncontrollably.

Without a second thought, she gave in to her temptations and in a huge gulp, she plunged her head forward and took the man's cock deep into her mouth. As her lips finally closed around his cock, the warm taste filled her senses, sending a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her body. She couldn’t stop herself now, the temptation was too strong, too overwhelming. The feeling of his hard cock in her mouth, the weight and the warmth, was everything she had imagined and more.

Her thoughts became a blur of pleasure. Her mind was fully consumed by the strong fucking in her pussy and the desire to please the cock in her mouth. The temptation had won.

With his hard cock nestled between her lips, my wife let her tongue glide along his length, tasting the heat and salt of his meat as she moved slowly, savoring every inch. Her lips pressed tightly around him, creating a soft, wet seal. Slowly, she let her tongue slip out, teasing him lightly as she ran it lightly along the underside of his cock. The taste of him was subtle at first, salty and intimate, a taste she found herself craving more of. The warmth of him filled her instantly, and she closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his cock against her tongue. He was so hard and thick.

She began to bob her head in a steady pace, letting him feel the pressure of her mouth on his cock. Each time she withdrew, she swirled her tongue around the tip, before descending again. Her hand came up to meet her mouth, stroking the base of his shaft with a firm grip. She could feel the pulse of his cock, the way his breath stuttered as she took him deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside, guiding him further into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, creating a tighter seal around him, drawing out groans from the man. Her lips stretched to accommodate his larger cock head, and her jaw had to open wider as she took him deeper into her mouth.

She then relaxed her throat, taking him in as deep as she could, letting the tip of his cock rub against the back of her throat. The sensation made her gag, but she didn’t pull back, instead she swallowed around his cock. Her throat tightened with his cock in it. The reaction was immediate; the man let out a deep moan, his hands tangling in her hair as he began to thrust into her mouth.

Jane: Glugg... Glugg... Glug Glugg hmmm ahh... Ahhhh... Glluggg Glugg...

Wet, gagging sounds and moans from my wife filled the room. The other two men moved closer, and Ivan gave them a nod of encouragement.

What a scene it became. My wife getting pumped hard in her pussy from behind, while the other man fucked her mouth from the front. My wife was totally engrossed in the act, so much so she didn't react as the two other men moved in and started groping her breasts and buttocks. She knew she had crossed the line. She was sucking a stranger's cock while allowing other men to grope her private parts. Parts that should have been reserved for me, her husband, were now being fondled and caressed by men she didn't even know. Her mind was now full of pleasures and sensations from the men, and she couldn't care more...
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Fallen
My wife could feel the man in front of her nearing his climax. His breathing grew heavier, and his hips thrusting faster into her mouth. She knew the telltale signs—his grip on her head was tightening, the slight tremble in his thighs, and the low groans escaping his lips. It was a familiar rhythm, one she had come to recognize over time. Behind her, Ivan was relentless, driving his cock into her pussy with the same raw intensity, with each thrust pushing her body forward onto the man's cock in front. She could feel the tension building within him as well, his deep groans filling the room.



The room was thick with the sounds of my wife's muffled moans of pleasure, the slap of skin and the heavy breathing of the men. It was overwhelming, and yet, in that moment, she was completely immersed in the sensation of it all. She felt both men moving in sync, thrusting their hard cocks into her at the same time, sandwiching her in between. The other two men alternated between fondling and squeezing her breasts, and caressing her buttocks, occasionally slapping it. There was a sense of inevitability, there was no escape, and she surrendered to it completely.

The man in front of her quickened his pace, his cock swelling in her mouth as he groaned, and suddenly exploded midway deep down her mouth. She felt him shudder, his body tense as he came, filling her mouth with hot, salty cum. He then pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, driving his cum further down her throat. He left his cock in that deep throated position, pulsating while riding out the pleasure. His cum was salty and thick, not bitter at all, exactly how my wife preferred. In that position, she had no choice but to swallow his cum. As she did so, her throat tightened further on the man's cock. He must have felt immense pleasure from the tight, deep throat, as he groaned and came again, shooting out a second load of thick cum, this time directly down her throat, causing her to retch and tear a little.

At the same moment, behind her, Ivan let out a deep, guttural moan as he reached his own orgasm, his grip on her hips tightening as he came with his cock inside her pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, both men reaching their orgasms simultaneously, their bodies trembling as they gave in to their pleasure.

With a final, shuddering breath, they both withdrew their cocks from her, their heavy breathing filling the room as the intensity of the moment slowly faded away. Jane felt her legs give way beneath her, and she sank onto the couch, her body exhausted and spent. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath, her heart still racing from the exertion. The room was quiet now, the earlier frenzy replaced by a heavy silence as everyone caught their breath.

Jane closed her eyes, her body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. She felt drained, both physically and mentally, but there was also a lingering satisfaction that she couldn't quite put into words. It had been intense—more intense than she had expected—but yet, she felt she could have taken in more...

After a few moments, she slowly sat up. She knew she needed to clean up. With a tired sigh, she stood and made her way to the bathroom. The session had taken longer than she had expected, and her body felt the weight of every minute. Her muscles ached, her skin was slick with sweat, and her mind was still reeling from the intensity of what happened.

As she washed herself, she couldn’t help but replay the session in her mind, the images still fresh and vivid. The feeling of Ivan inside her, the way the man had exploded in her mouth, the way her body had responded to every touch—it was all still so clear, so present. She ran her hands over her breasts, feeling the soft, yet firm, skin. Her nipples were still hard, reminding her of the pleasures she had when the other men fondled and squeezed them. She tried to push it out of her mind, to focus on the task at hand, but it lingered, like an itch she couldn’t quite scratch.

After a few minutes, Jane finished her shower and dried herself off. She glanced at the clock, realizing just how much time had passed. The session had gone on longer than she had anticipated, and she needed to get back to her relatives' place. With a deep breath, she changed back to her dress and jacket.

She quickly left the hotel room and made her way to the lift, eager to leave the hotel behind. She pressed the lift button, and as the doors began to close, she heard a sudden rush of footsteps. A hand shot out, stopping the door just before it could shut. She looked up, surprised, and there he was — Jason, the man she had given the intense blowjob earlier. An awkward moment hung in the air between them as he stepped into the lift, his presence instantly filling the small space.

For a brief second, neither of them spoke. The air felt thick with unspoken words and the memory of what had transpired. Jane looked away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Jason broke the silence first, a slight, nervous smile on his lips.

Jason: Hey, just now was so good.

Jane nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly, not quite sure what to say. She glanced at the panel of buttons, watching the floors tick by, feeling every second stretch out.

Jason: Can I see you again?

Caught off guard, Jane hesitated for a moment. Jason unlocked his phone and handed it over. Her fingers quickly typed in her number and handed the phone back to him. The lift finally arrived at the lobby, and the doors slid open.

In the days that followed, Jane found herself unable to focus. At work, she would sit at her desk, staring at the screen as her thoughts drifted back to that evening in the hotel. The spreadsheets, the emails, and the conference calls became background noise, overcame by the vivid memories that played over and over in her mind. She tried to shake it off, telling herself that it was just a one-time experience, something she could compartmentalize and forget. But the truth was, it wasn’t that simple.

The memory of being fucked by Ivan in front of those men was seared into her consciousness. She could still feel the intensity of his hands on her hips, the way he had taken control. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. And then there was the stranger — the man she had deep throated, his cock was so hard and juicy, while the others stood around, watching, molesting her. Jane had never been in a situation like that, and the thought of it both thrilled and unsettled her.

She felt dirty. There was no denying it. The idea of what she had done — letting a roomful of strangers watch her in such an intimate moment, allowing their hands to roam her body, feeling their touch on her skin — it was something that should have filled her with shame. A part of her wanted to feel guilty, to regret the choices she had made that night. But she couldn’t. Not fully. Because the other part of her, the part she tried to suppress in her daily life, had loved every second of it.

At the time, it had felt so good. The thrill of being the center of attention, of knowing that these men desired her, wanted her, and were captivated by her every move — it had been intoxicating.

But now, sitting at her desk, Jane wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was it just the heat of the moment? A fleeting encounter that had spiraled out of control? Or was there something more to it, something deeper that she couldn’t quite put into words? She had always been adventurous, always enjoyed pushing boundaries, but this felt different. It wasn’t just about sex anymore. It was about the way it made her feel — alive, free, and in control, even when she was surrendering.

Jane ran her fingers through her hair, letting out a frustrated sigh as she tried to refocus on the work at hand. But her mind kept pulling her back, replaying the details of that night. The way Ivan had fucked her from behind, the way her lips had wrapped around the stranger’s cock, the feeling of their hands on her body. She could still feel their touch, still hear the sounds of their breathing, and her own moans of pleasure.

She thought about the way she had responded, how her body had betrayed her hesitation. There had been a moment, right before she had taken the man into her mouth, when she had felt a surge of fear, of uncertainty. But as soon as she felt him in her mouth, all of that had disappeared. She had given herself over to the pleasure, to the moment, and it had felt so good. Too good. It was like a switch had flipped inside her, and once it was turned on, there was no going back.

That was the part that scared her the most — how much she had enjoyed it. The feeling of being so utterly exposed, so vulnerable.

What did this mean for her? For her marriage? For her life? She had always been able to separate the two worlds — the one where she was a wife, a professional, and a respectable woman, and the one where she was free to explore her darkest desires without fear of judgment. But now, those worlds were beginning to blur. The pleasure she had felt that night was undeniable, but so was the weight of the consequences that came with it.

As the days passed, Jane found herself longing for more. She couldn’t help it. The thrill of that evening had left her craving something she couldn’t quite understand. It wasn’t just about sex; it was about the feeling of being desired, being vulnerable, losing control and of pushing her boundaries further than she ever had before. She wanted to experience that rush again, to see how far she could go, how much she could handle.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a buzz from her phone. It was a message.

From Jason.

Jason: Babe. I want to see you again..
.

[TheArtist]

Occasions
Occasion 1:

Jason: Babe... still thinking about that night la. Really want to see you again. You really sexy in that black dress, you know?

Jane: Aiyoh, you ah... don’t make me shy leh 😅.

Jason: Haha, no need to shy shy la. I think you enjoyed yourself, hor? The way you look at me... wah, made my heart race, you know. Got miss me or not?

Jane: Miss you? Hmmm... a bit la. You ah, so thick-skinned 😜.

Jason: Thick-skinned because you’re worth it leh. Next time we meet... maybe I make you choke again?

Jane: Oei! Don't be naughty. Next time ah? We see how lah... maybe, maybe not 😉."


Occasion 2:

Jason: Babe... you free this weekend ah? We go makan together, just the two of us?

Jane: Aiyoh... cannot la. Got plans already with hubby. You ah, so cheeky.

Jason: Hubby ah? Aiyah, you know he lucky to have you la... but you also deserve some fun, mah. I bring you to a nice place, quiet one. Nobody disturb. You wear that tight dress again, can? 😏

Jane: Tight dress again? You crazy ah! Last time, already so risky.

Jason: Risky is the best part. You... love the thrill, don’t play-play la 😏. Don’t pretend.

Jane: Hmmm... you naughty la. Maybe I let you see if you behave 😜.

Jason: Behave? Eh, behave too much is boring la. Your hubby know you had sex with other men or not huh😉.


Occasion 3:

Jason: Babe... thinking of you la. Cannot sleep. You are so beautiful . I remember your fave so clearly. You also awake, right?

Jane: Why you always know ah? Yah la, lying here but mind somewhere else.

Jason: Somewhere else? Hmm... where ah? Or with who? 😏

Jane: Oei, don't anyhow! Not with anyone la. Just thinking... about things 😅.

Jason: Things like... last time? That time ah, wah, still fresh in my mind, you know. You... Made me cum twice leh.

Jane: Eh, don’t start la! I told you, so paiseh to think about it. But... yah, a bit fun la.

Jason: I think you were the one who surprised me. The way you... Suck me that night. Wah. I can still feel it. Suck so deep my cock disappear!

Jane: Haha, you so drama la. But yah... maybe I also still remember a bit la 😏.

Jason: Just a bit? Eh, next time... I make sure you remember a lot more 😉.

Jane: Next time ah? We see lah... no promises 😘.


Occasion 4:

Jason: Babe, how’s your day? Got miss me or not?

Jane: Miss you? You think so easy meh? Busy with work la!

Jason: Work hard, play hard mah! Maybe after work, I come pick you up... take you somewhere nice. You sit in my car, we talk talk... maybe more 😉.

Jane: Aiyoh, you ah! So sneaky. Cannot la, later people see.

Jason: People see only if you want them to see. You like being seen, don’t bluff la 😏. Remember how you felt that time in the room?

Jane: Oei! Idiot... Don't talk to you if like that. Wait people see. See how...

Jason: Anything you say, I’ll do. But ah... I got a perfect plan. You come Ipoh, my house there. Landed one. Confirm no one will see or hear you. But you better not back out hor 😜.

Jane: I see how first la... don’t always so confident, you ah!


Occasion 5 :

Jason: Babe, what you wearing today ah? Must be something sexy again, knowing you 😉.

Jane: Aiyoh, don’t be so naughty la. Just normal office wear only. You think I dress up every day for you ah?

Jason: Eh, don’t bluff. I know you. Even in office wear, sure look damn sexy one. What, pencil skirt? Tight blouse? Tell me la.

Jane: Haha, maybe la... Why, you imagining things ah?

Jason: Aiyo, of course la. I can already see it in my head... you in that tight skirt, blouse hugging your curves. Wah, your boss also sure cannot focus with you around 😂.

Jane: You ah, so bad. Don't tell you... 😘.


Occasion 6:

Jason: Babe, tomorrow night I’m free. How about we meet ah? You wear that sexy again, can?

Jane: Meet for what ah? You think I just come out like that? 😜

Jason: Haha, of course not la. I bring you for dinner first... maybe some drinks after. Then... we see how la. You trust me, right?

Jane: Trust you? Hmmm... a bit dangerous to trust you la. But okay... maybe tomorrow we meet. I dress up a bit la.

Jason: Dress up a bit? Wah, don’t bluff. I know you. You’ll look stunning one. Can’t wait la... make sure you wear something that makes me go crazy ah 😏.

Jane: Haha, I’ll think about it. But you behave, okay?

Jason: Eh, I always behave la. Until you tell me not to 😘.

Jane: Idiot!

Jason: You tell your husband what. You come out meet another man?

Jane: Don't anyhow. He will just know I'm busy with appointment.

Jason: Appointment with the guy you deep throat hor?

Jane: OEIIIUU!!!!!


Occasion 7:

Jason: Morning, babe. You ready for tonight? I’ve been thinking about it all day la. Cannot focus already.

Jane: Morning baobei 😏. You so kancheong for what? Later you see me, you’ll still be able to focus ah?

Jason: Cannot focus already la. You wearing that dress today? Or you saving something special for later?

Jane: Hmmm, maybe I save something special la. Something that will... surprise you 😜.

Jason: Wah, now I cannot wait already. Don’t play with me la. What color? What style? You need to give me a hint at least!

Jane: 😘. You will like one

Jason: Wah, tonight sure I die already. You know what you’re doing to me la.

Jane: Good... then you better behave later 😏.

Jason: Later see you sure cannot tahan. Tell me leh, what you wearing.

Jane: Call me baobei I show you?

Jason: Baobei baobei baobei baobei baobei baobei baobei baobei ...



Training
The car hummed softly as Ivan drove Jane to the client’s landed home. The air between them was heavy with tension and the weight of what lay ahead. She adjusted her black , tube, mini dress for the fifth time since getting into the car. Her bare thighs brushed against the cool leather seat and she felt exposed. The absence of bra and underwear was a constant reminder of the vulnerability Ivan demanded of her.

Ivan: You’re ready for this. We have practiced many times, right?

Jane nodded hesitantly, her fingers nervously gripping the hem of her dress and murmured: “I think so...

Ivan: Not good enough. He’s not going to want hesitation. You’re there to please him. Understand? If the boss is not happy, we cannot get the funding for another gym.

Jane swallowed hard and nodded again, this time more decisively.

Ivan: Good. Now, remember the basics. When you see him, greet him with respect. Look him in the eyes for just a moment to show him you acknowledge his authority, but then lower your gaze. Stand with your hands behind your back. That posture shows submission. Got it?

Jane: Got it…

Ivan: And your words. Be seductive. When he tells you to do something, your answer is always “yes”. Don’t ever say “no”, understand or not? You must be obedient.

Jane felt her cheeks heat at his instructions, but she nodded again, committing every word to memory.

Her breath quickened, and she asked quietly: What if I mess up?

Ivan chuckled, shaking his head: You won’t. Just remember that you also wanted this. Your husband overseas. You wanted to be a complete and submissive whore, right? This is your chance to experience without any fear of being caught. So discreet his place, and you’ll be alone with him. Also sound proof his place, I asked, confirmed one. Kill two birds with one stone, you enjoy yourself and help the gym get money to franchise.

They drove in silence for a while. Jane stared out of the window, her mind was wild with thoughts. Ivan had spent months preparing her for this, guiding her through every detail of how to present herself, how to speak, how to move. He’d even made her practice kneeling gracefully, her head bowed, back straight and her hands resting on her thighs. Needless to say, he trained her in her blowjobs and how to pleasure a man with her mouth and pussy completely. During the training, Ivan also introduced Jane to a range of techniques meant for her to be both submissive and seductive. His instructions were meticulous, each designed to strip away her hesitation and to break her down. Jane was a willing participant and had, in fact, told Ivan before of her fantasy to be a completely submissive whore. Her heart raced as she realised Ivan was preparing her to pleasure a man, a complete stranger, over the course of a night – over the weekend I was overseas on a company retreat. The realization of what she was preparing for sank in. She wasn’t just practicing motions; she was learning to offer her body to a man completely unknown.

The session where she was fucked in front of the three men, and ended up giving a blowjob to Jason unplanned, was in fact part of this training. The client, or boss, as Ivan called him, had made several visits to the gym Ivan co-owned to discuss on expanding the gym into a chain business. No surprise, the boss noticed my wife and had wanted to know her for some time. Much to his delight, Ivan committed that he could arrange that, and even took it a step further.

Ivan said as they pulled up to the boss’s house: Just remember. You’re there to please him. Do that, and he’ll take care of the rest.

Jane nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Her heart was pounding, but she felt a strange mix of resolve and exhilaration. She was ready, or at least, she had to be.

As she stepped out of the car, the cool night air brushed against her bare legs, she smoothed her dress one last time. The tube dress barely covered her cleavage, and ended just behind her butt. Ivan gave her a reassuring nod before leading her up the driveway. Jane took a deep breath as the door opened, revealing the boss standing there, wearing only a white, woolen bathing robe. He was a large, burly Eurasian man. Her training echoed in her mind as she stepped inside, her body tingling with a mix of fear and excitement.


Overseas Retreat
I had to attend my company’s overseas retreat across a weekend. It was JB again, year after year, due to budget constraints. Jane had no appointment for the weekend and would be resting at home. Or so I thought.


To Jane, the weeks that led up to this weekend was palpable. Almost unbearable, in fact. After Jane shared her fantasy with Ivan, he had seized every opportunity to arrange such a session, and every, single chance to fuck her as part of his “training”. Jane obliged and indulged herself in the pleasures and this promise of her fantasy becoming a reality. She was unsure initially if she would wanted to go through with it, however, the session where she got fucked in front of Jason and the other men, and the intense pleasures she felt both physically and mentally, seemingly took her fear and hesitation away.

Jane stood in front of the mirror, her fingers trembling slightly as she smoothed the fabric of her black tube mini dress. It was tighter than she remembered, clinging to every curve of her body. The hemline barely brushed mid-thigh, leaving her legs exposed and emphasizing her figure. The top of the dress framed her chest and collarbone nicely. It was daring, far more daring than anything she’d typically wear, but tonight wasn’t about her comfort.

Tonight, it was about pleasing the boss.

She adjusted the top, which had a tendency to slide down her chest, exposing just a hint more cleavage than planned. She turned to the side, checking the back in the mirror. It hugged her hips and accentuated her ass, the cut slightly higher than what she was used to. Without underwear, she felt the cool air against her skin.

Her makeup was simple but deliberate. Ivan had insisted on a natural look, something that would highlight her beauty without overshadowing it. She applied a soft foundation, a hint of blush on her cheeks, and a subtle shadow on her eyelids. A swipe of eyeliner and a coat of mascara framed her eyes, making them appear larger and more inviting. Her lips were painted a soft, glossy pink that made them look plump and kissable.

Jane took a step back to appraise herself. The woman staring back at her was someone she barely recognized—confident, alluring, and completely prepared to surrender herself to another man’s desires. Her heart pounded in her chest as she slipped on her heels, black and strappy, adding a few inches to her height and elongating her legs.

She thought about the conversations she’d had with Ivan over the past few days. His words echoed in her mind: You’re not just dressing up for him. You’re becoming his slave for the night.

Her mind drifted to the boss. She had met him only once briefly before, but heard about him through Ivan’s descriptions. He was commanding, successful, and demanding in ways that intimidated and excited her. She wondered how he would look at her when she walked into his home. Would he find her beautiful? Would he appreciate the effort she had put into making herself perfect for him?

Her thoughts were Interrupted by the vibration of her phone. It was a message from Ivan:
I’m downstairs. Ready?

Jane hesitated for a moment, taking one last look at herself in the mirror. She took a deep breath, smoothing the fabric of her dress once more before grabbing her purse and heading for the door.

The drive to the boss’s house was quiet, the tension in the air palpable. Jane kept her eyes on the passing city lights, her mind racing with anticipation and nerves. Ivan glanced at her from the driver’s seat, his expression calm but focused.

He said, breaking the silence: He’s going to love you.

Jane managed a small smile, her cheeks flushing: I hope so.

As she entered the boss’s home, her nerves gave way to a strange sense of calm. She was ready for this. She had prepared for this. Tonight, she would become the woman she had trained to be, confident, submissive, and irresistible. She would be living out her long-suppressed fantasy of being another man’s sex slave.

[TheArtist]

Swimsuit
Jane stood by the poolside, her body framed by the soft glow of the late afternoon sun. The white swimsuit Gary had given her clung to her curves, the thin, wet fabric outlining her body perfectly. She couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious. While she admired the elegance of the one-piece, she’d never been much of a swimmer. But Gary insisted she wear it, and so here she was, lounging at the edge of the pool while Gary took slow, relaxed laps across the water.

Jane had been meeting Gary regularly. Today, however, was different. Jane was on the last day of her period, something she had mentioned to Gary as they messaged earlier in the day.

As Gary finished his swim and climbed out of the pool, droplets of water glistened on his tanned skin, and Jane could feel her pulse quickening. He wrapped a towel around his waist, giving her a playful grin before taking her hand and leading her back to the room. The hotel room was cool and dimly lit, a welcome contrast to the heat outside. As they entered, Gary turned to her.

Gary: Let’s bathe together.

The idea of showering together made Jane’s heart race with excitement. Not the first time my wife had bathed with other men though, just that in the shower, there was the excuse to feel each other’s body as they soaped each other up, a sensation that always made my wife shudder with excitement each time.

She followed him into the bathroom, where steam was already beginning to rise from the shower. The sound of running water filled the room as Gary pulled her close, his hands hugging her waist tightly. Her heart raced, her body tingling with anticipation. The white, sheer, tight one-piece swimsuit she wore clung to her curves, making her nipples visibly erect through the wet fabric.

Gary’s eyes roamed over her body. He moved closer, their bodies pressing together, the heat between them almost palpable. His hands slid from her waist up to her back, pulling her even closer until their lips met in a deep, breathless kiss. Jane’s hands found their way to his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles as she kissed him back with equal hunger.

The kiss grew more Intense, their tongues rubbed together, exploring each other’s mouths. The sound of their kissing was audible over the shower, soft, wet, and passionate. Jane felt a rush of excitement, her body responding to every touch. Gary’s hands roamed down her back, cupping her ass through the thin fabric, squeezing and feeling her firm, round ass. She let out a soft moan into his mouth, her body arching into his touch.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, planting hot kisses along her skin. Jane tilted her head back, giving him better access as her breath quickened. His hands slid to the front of her swimsuit, his fingers teasing her nipples through the wet fabric, making her gasp.

The sensation of his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples sent waves of pleasure through her body. Jane could feel the heat building between her legs, her arousal growing with each touch. Gary’s lips found their way to her collarbone, sucking gently before moving lower.

Jane’s hands moved to his hair, tangling in the damp strands as she pulled him closer. The steam from the shower enveloped them. Gary’s hands continued to explore her body.

She could feel his erection pressing against her, the hardness of him a stark contrast to the softness of her body. Jane’s breath hitched as he slipped his fingers inside her swimsuit, grazing the tip of her pussy. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.

Gary’s eyes darkened with desire as he looked at her.

Gary: You’re so beautiful, dear…

Jane’s heart fluttered at his words, the intensity of his gaze making her feel both vulnerable and desired.

He kissed her again, more urgently this time, his fingers continuing to tease her. Jane felt like she was on the edge, her body begging for more. She wrapped her leg around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel him inside her. The anticipation was almost too much.

Gary’s hands moved from her waist to her full, round breasts, squeezing and massaging them through the swimsuit. Jane moaned softly, her body arching into his touch. She hugged his head closer to her chest, feeling his hot breath on her skin. His mouth found her nipple through the fabric, sucking gently, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

His hands roamed over her ass, fondling and squeezing, making her gasp. Jane’s hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as he kissed and sucked on her breasts. The sensation was almost overwhelming, her body trembling with desire.

Gary’s fingers slipped lower, finding her pussy again, but this time, slid between her folds. He rubbed her gently at first, then more insistently, his fingers moving in circles. Jane’s breath came in shallow gasps, her hips bucking against his hand. She was so close, the pleasure building with each touch.

Her leg tightened around him as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. His mouth continued sucking on her breasts, his fingers never stopping their relentless teasing. Jane felt herself on the brink, her body ready to explode with pleasure.

Finally, with a cry, she came, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm. Gary’s fingers never stopped moving, drawing out her pleasure, making her shudder with each wave. When she finally came down, she was breathless, her body trembling in his arms.

They stood under the warm water, holding each other.

Gary: Dear, I want to fuck you so, so, so much right now…

Jane: You know cannot… So eee eee (dirty)… I also want to be fucked by you…

Gary: Last day already right?

Jane: Yes, but afraid inside still have… Wait flow out…

Gary: Then let’s fuck in the shower… And you know, when period, won’t get pregnant even if shoot inside…

Jane: You want to fuck me raw?

Gary: I always want to… Now is the perfect chance…

Jane: Wait pregnant how? Dangerous…

Gary: You having period, won’t be pregnant, we get pills later, double confirm. Just now your body tells me you also want…

Jane: I want, I want dear dear to fuck me, but I don’t know safe or not…

Gary: Trust me I don’t shoot inside…

Jane: You say de hor…

Without waiting for her to finish her sentence, Gary lifted her up, pressing her back against the cool tiles of the shower wall. The contrast of the cold tiles against her heated skin sent a shiver down her spine. He pulled the crotch piece of her swimsuit aside and positioned his cock head at her pussy, the tip of his cock pressing against her folds. Jane’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes locked onto his.

Gary smiled gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly pushed his cock inside her. The feeling of him filling her was almost overwhelming, the pleasure was intense. The feeling was different then before, when he used condoms. It felt rubbery, and Jane could feel the swell of his cock head pushing deeper and deeper in her tight pussy. Jane’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he began to move.

Their bodies moved together as Gary began to pump her pussy. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through Jane’s body, her moans mingling with the sound of the shower. She felt herself building to an orgasm again.

Gary’s hands roamed over her body, fondling and caressing, driving her wild. It felt great for Gary as well, this being the first time he felt her raw pussy enveloping his cock. Jane’s head fell back against the tiles, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as her orgasm built up to a peak.

Jane: Dear… I… I coming… Dear, don’t stop… Fuck me harder!!

Gary: Want me come together?

Jane: Come togethe… Ahhh… AHHHH…

Gary: If I come together, I’m shooting inside you leh…

Jane:… I don’t care! Dear, please come inside me raw!

Jane let out a short, sharp cry, as her orgasm washed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling. Gary followed soon after, his hot, sticky cum filling her pussy completely. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still pressed together, their breaths coming in short gasps. The steam from the shower continued to swirl around them, creating an intimate atmosphere.

Finally, Gary pulled out, setting her gently back on her feet. Jane felt a rush of emotions, a mixture of satisfaction and vulnerability. She could feel the warm cum oozing out of her pussy folds. They stood under the warm water, holding each other, letting the moment linger as they frenched each other again. The intimacy of their session left her feeling both exhilarated and exhausted, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Gary gently pushed her head down. Jane knew what he wanted and knelt down obediently. She wrapped her lips on his cock and began cleaning him with her mouth.

Gary then pulled Jane gently out of the shower, their bodies still wet. The steam from the bathroom clung to their skin as they moved towards the bed. Jane’s heart raced with anticipation, knowing that the session is far from over. The tight one-piece swimsuit clung to her curves, emphasizing her erect nipples and the sexy outline of her body.

He led her to the edge of the bed, sat her down, where she continued her blowjob. Gary’s hands roamed over her body, starting at her shoulders and trailing down to her breasts and fondled them.

Gary then leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, his hands still grabbing her breasts over the fabric of her swimsuit. He kissed her deeply, their tongues licking and sucking each other.

Breaking the kiss, Gary pushed her gently onto the bed, his hands guiding her to lie back against the soft sheets. He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her, his eyes filled with hunger. Jane’s heart raced, as Gary moved up onto her body. Again, he pulled her swimsuit aside and entered her.

Throughout the hours they spent in the hotel, Gary fucked her raw repeatedly. Needless to say, he came and shot his cum into her pussy multiple times. That night, Jane came home and was quiet most of the time, as if she knew she did something she shouldn’t had.

[TheArtist]

Thank you to bros who follow my story, it will go on. Appreciate everyone's support and patience as I piece together my thoughts, and emotions, to write this out.

Another photo to share, this was a nightie she wore for the gym sponsor...

[rachgia]

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[Ventus91]

Originally Posted by TheArtist

Occasions
Occasion 1:

Jason: Babe... still thinking about that night la. Really want to see you again. You really sexy in that black dress, you know?

Jane: Aiyoh, you ah... don’t make me shy leh 😅.

Jason: Haha, no need to shy shy la. I think you enjoyed yourself, hor? The way you look at me... wah, made my heart race, you know. Got miss me or not?

Jane: Miss you? Hmmm... a bit la. You ah, so thick-skinned 😜.

Jason: Thick-skinned because you’re worth it leh. Next time we meet... maybe I make you choke again?

Jane: Oei! Don't be naughty. Next time ah? We see how lah... maybe, maybe not 😉."


Occasion 2:

Jason: Babe... you free this weekend ah? We go makan together, just the two of us?

Jane: Aiyoh... cannot la. Got plans already with hubby. You ah, so cheeky.

Jason: Hubby ah? Aiyah, you know he lucky to have you la... but you also deserve some fun, mah. I bring you to a nice place, quiet one. Nobody disturb. You wear that tight dress again, can? 😏

Jane: Tight dress again? You crazy ah! Last time, already so risky.

Jason: Risky is the best part. You... love the thrill, don’t play-play la 😏. Don’t pretend.

Jane: Hmmm... you naughty la. Maybe I let you see if you behave 😜.

Jason: Behave? Eh, behave too much is boring la. Your hubby know you had sex with other men or not huh😉.


Occasion 3:

Jason: Babe... thinking of you la. Cannot sleep. You are so beautiful . I remember your fave so clearly. You also awake, right?

Jane: Why you always know ah? Yah la, lying here but mind somewhere else.

Jason: Somewhere else? Hmm... where ah? Or with who? 😏

Jane: Oei, don't anyhow! Not with anyone la. Just thinking... about things 😅.

Jason: Things like... last time? That time ah, wah, still fresh in my mind, you know. You... Made me cum twice leh.

Jane: Eh, don’t start la! I told you, so paiseh to think about it. But... yah, a bit fun la.

Jason: I think you were the one who surprised me. The way you... Suck me that night. Wah. I can still feel it. Suck so deep my cock disappear!

Jane: Haha, you so drama la. But yah... maybe I also still remember a bit la 😏.

Jason: Just a bit? Eh, next time... I make sure you remember a lot more 😉.

Jane: Next time ah? We see lah... no promises 😘.


Occasion 4:

Jason: Babe, how’s your day? Got miss me or not?

Jane: Miss you? You think so easy meh? Busy with work la!

Jason: Work hard, play hard mah! Maybe after work, I come pick you up... take you somewhere nice. You sit in my car, we talk talk... maybe more 😉.

Jane: Aiyoh, you ah! So sneaky. Cannot la, later people see.

Jason: People see only if you want them to see. You like being seen, don’t bluff la 😏. Remember how you felt that time in the room?

Jane: Oei! Idiot... Don't talk to you if like that. Wait people see. See how...

Jason: Anything you say, I’ll do. But ah... I got a perfect plan. You come Ipoh, my house there. Landed one. Confirm no one will see or hear you. But you better not back out hor 😜.

Jane: I see how first la... don’t always so confident, you ah!


Occasion 5 :

Jason: Babe, what you wearing today ah? Must be something sexy again, knowing you 😉.

Jane: Aiyoh, don’t be so naughty la. Just normal office wear only. You think I dress up every day for you ah?

Jason: Eh, don’t bluff. I know you. Even in office wear, sure look damn sexy one. What, pencil skirt? Tight blouse? Tell me la.

Jane: Haha, maybe la... Why, you imagining things ah?

Jason: Aiyo, of course la. I can already see it in my head... you in that tight skirt, blouse hugging your curves. Wah, your boss also sure cannot focus with you around 😂.

Jane: You ah, so bad. Don't tell you... 😘.


Occasion 6:

Jason: Babe, tomorrow night I’m free. How about we meet ah? You wear that sexy again, can?

Jane: Meet for what ah? You think I just come out like that? 😜

Jason: Haha, of course not la. I bring you for dinner first... maybe some drinks after. Then... we see how la. You trust me, right?

Jane: Trust you? Hmmm... a bit dangerous to trust you la. But okay... maybe tomorrow we meet. I dress up a bit la.

Jason: Dress up a bit? Wah, don’t bluff. I know you. You’ll look stunning one. Can’t wait la... make sure you wear something that makes me go crazy ah 😏.

Jane: Haha, I’ll think about it. But you behave, okay?

Jason: Eh, I always behave la. Until you tell me not to 😘.

Jane: Idiot!

Jason: You tell your husband what. You come out meet another man?

Jane: Don't anyhow. He will just know I'm busy with appointment.

Jason: Appointment with the guy you deep throat hor?

Jane: OEIIIUU!!!!!


Occasion 7:

Jason: Morning, babe. You ready for tonight? I’ve been thinking about it all day la. Cannot focus already.

Jane: Morning baobei 😏. You so kancheong for what? Later you see me, you’ll still be able to focus ah?

Jason: Cannot focus already la. You wearing that dress today? Or you saving something special for later?

Jane: Hmmm, maybe I save something special la. Something that will... surprise you 😜.

Jason: Wah, now I cannot wait already. Don’t play with me la. What color? What style? You need to give me a hint at least!

Jane: 😘. You will like one

Jason: Wah, tonight sure I die already. You know what you’re doing to me la.

Jane: Good... then you better behave later 😏.

Jason: Later see you sure cannot tahan. Tell me leh, what you wearing.

Jane: Call me baobei I show you?

Jason: Baobei baobei baobei baobei baobei baobei baobei baobei ...



Training
The car hummed softly as Ivan drove Jane to the client’s landed home. The air between them was heavy with tension and the weight of what lay ahead. She adjusted her black , tube, mini dress for the fifth time since getting into the car. Her bare thighs brushed against the cool leather seat and she felt exposed. The absence of bra and underwear was a constant reminder of the vulnerability Ivan demanded of her.

Ivan: You’re ready for this. We have practiced many times, right?

Jane nodded hesitantly, her fingers nervously gripping the hem of her dress and murmured: “I think so...

Ivan: Not good enough. He’s not going to want hesitation. You’re there to please him. Understand? If the boss is not happy, we cannot get the funding for another gym.

Jane swallowed hard and nodded again, this time more decisively.

Ivan: Good. Now, remember the basics. When you see him, greet him with respect. Look him in the eyes for just a moment to show him you acknowledge his authority, but then lower your gaze. Stand with your hands behind your back. That posture shows submission. Got it?

Jane: Got it…

Ivan: And your words. Be seductive. When he tells you to do something, your answer is always “yes”. Don’t ever say “no”, understand or not? You must be obedient.

Jane felt her cheeks heat at his instructions, but she nodded again, committing every word to memory.

Her breath quickened, and she asked quietly: What if I mess up?

Ivan chuckled, shaking his head: You won’t. Just remember that you also wanted this. Your husband overseas. You wanted to be a complete and submissive whore, right? This is your chance to experience without any fear of being caught. So discreet his place, and you’ll be alone with him. Also sound proof his place, I asked, confirmed one. Kill two birds with one stone, you enjoy yourself and help the gym get money to franchise.

They drove in silence for a while. Jane stared out of the window, her mind was wild with thoughts. Ivan had spent months preparing her for this, guiding her through every detail of how to present herself, how to speak, how to move. He’d even made her practice kneeling gracefully, her head bowed, back straight and her hands resting on her thighs. Needless to say, he trained her in her blowjobs and how to pleasure a man with her mouth and pussy completely. During the training, Ivan also introduced Jane to a range of techniques meant for her to be both submissive and seductive. His instructions were meticulous, each designed to strip away her hesitation and to break her down. Jane was a willing participant and had, in fact, told Ivan before of her fantasy to be a completely submissive whore. Her heart raced as she realised Ivan was preparing her to pleasure a man, a complete stranger, over the course of a night – over the weekend I was overseas on a company retreat. The realization of what she was preparing for sank in. She wasn’t just practicing motions; she was learning to offer her body to a man completely unknown.

The session where she was fucked in front of the three men, and ended up giving a blowjob to Jason unplanned, was in fact part of this training. The client, or boss, as Ivan called him, had made several visits to the gym Ivan co-owned to discuss on expanding the gym into a chain business. No surprise, the boss noticed my wife and had wanted to know her for some time. Much to his delight, Ivan committed that he could arrange that, and even took it a step further.

Ivan said as they pulled up to the boss’s house: Just remember. You’re there to please him. Do that, and he’ll take care of the rest.

Jane nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Her heart was pounding, but she felt a strange mix of resolve and exhilaration. She was ready, or at least, she had to be.

As she stepped out of the car, the cool night air brushed against her bare legs, she smoothed her dress one last time. The tube dress barely covered her cleavage, and ended just behind her butt. Ivan gave her a reassuring nod before leading her up the driveway. Jane took a deep breath as the door opened, revealing the boss standing there, wearing only a white, woolen bathing robe. He was a large, burly Eurasian man. Her training echoed in her mind as she stepped inside, her body tingling with a mix of fear and excitement.


Overseas Retreat
I had to attend my company’s overseas retreat across a weekend. It was JB again, year after year, due to budget constraints. Jane had no appointment for the weekend and would be resting at home. Or so I thought.


To Jane, the weeks that led up to this weekend was palpable. Almost unbearable, in fact. After Jane shared her fantasy with Ivan, he had seized every opportunity to arrange such a session, and every, single chance to fuck her as part of his “training”. Jane obliged and indulged herself in the pleasures and this promise of her fantasy becoming a reality. She was unsure initially if she would wanted to go through with it, however, the session where she got fucked in front of Jason and the other men, and the intense pleasures she felt both physically and mentally, seemingly took her fear and hesitation away.

Jane stood in front of the mirror, her fingers trembling slightly as she smoothed the fabric of her black tube mini dress. It was tighter than she remembered, clinging to every curve of her body. The hemline barely brushed mid-thigh, leaving her legs exposed and emphasizing her figure. The top of the dress framed her chest and collarbone nicely. It was daring, far more daring than anything she’d typically wear, but tonight wasn’t about her comfort.

Tonight, it was about pleasing the boss.

She adjusted the top, which had a tendency to slide down her chest, exposing just a hint more cleavage than planned. She turned to the side, checking the back in the mirror. It hugged her hips and accentuated her ass, the cut slightly higher than what she was used to. Without underwear, she felt the cool air against her skin.

Her makeup was simple but deliberate. Ivan had insisted on a natural look, something that would highlight her beauty without overshadowing it. She applied a soft foundation, a hint of blush on her cheeks, and a subtle shadow on her eyelids. A swipe of eyeliner and a coat of mascara framed her eyes, making them appear larger and more inviting. Her lips were painted a soft, glossy pink that made them look plump and kissable.

Jane took a step back to appraise herself. The woman staring back at her was someone she barely recognized—confident, alluring, and completely prepared to surrender herself to another man’s desires. Her heart pounded in her chest as she slipped on her heels, black and strappy, adding a few inches to her height and elongating her legs.

She thought about the conversations she’d had with Ivan over the past few days. His words echoed in her mind: You’re not just dressing up for him. You’re becoming his slave for the night.

Her mind drifted to the boss. She had met him only once briefly before, but heard about him through Ivan’s descriptions. He was commanding, successful, and demanding in ways that intimidated and excited her. She wondered how he would look at her when she walked into his home. Would he find her beautiful? Would he appreciate the effort she had put into making herself perfect for him?

Her thoughts were Interrupted by the vibration of her phone. It was a message from Ivan:
I’m downstairs. Ready?

Jane hesitated for a moment, taking one last look at herself in the mirror. She took a deep breath, smoothing the fabric of her dress once more before grabbing her purse and heading for the door.

The drive to the boss’s house was quiet, the tension in the air palpable. Jane kept her eyes on the passing city lights, her mind racing with anticipation and nerves. Ivan glanced at her from the driver’s seat, his expression calm but focused.

He said, breaking the silence: He’s going to love you.

Jane managed a small smile, her cheeks flushing: I hope so.

As she entered the boss’s home, her nerves gave way to a strange sense of calm. She was ready for this. She had prepared for this. Tonight, she would become the woman she had trained to be, confident, submissive, and irresistible. She would be living out her long-suppressed fantasy of being another man’s sex slave.

Got the aftermath of this encounter?

[spaman7]

Thanks TS for the great update. Waiting for the sequel to the boss meeting. Also waiting for any updates on Jason.

[TheArtist]

Thanks everyone, for your support, more updates will be coming!!

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Originally Posted by TheArtist

Thanks everyone, for your support, more updates will be coming!!

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