A story ten years in the making

[Ventus91]

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[TheArtist]

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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…

[Ventus91]

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[TheArtist]

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.

[TheArtist]

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.

[sbf4life]

thanks , any more sharing bro?

[TheArtist]

Originally Posted by sbf4life

thanks , any more sharing bro?

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

Thanks to bros who have been supportive too.