Chapter 1

My wife, Stella, and I have been married for 3 years. We are both from Singapore, and we both face the same pressure from our families.

As we slowly approached the age of 30, our parents started pestering us to start a family. Both sets of parents were desperate to become grandparents, and as we were their oldest married children, they let us know, subtly and not so subtly, that it was our responsibility to fulfil their desire. Now Stella and I love kids, and we had no doubt that we wanted a few of our own, but we also wanted to have time for each other. We wanted to have a couple of years all to ourselves before we took on the responsibility of being parents.

Stella and I met when we were interns at a small office during our year of work experience in our university degree courses, and after a few social gatherings and dinners, we started dating, and before we d it, marriage was on the cards. We did not go the typical route of having a grand formal wedding with wedding cake, champagne, bridesmaids and speeches or even a nice reception but instead chose to keep things simple with a ceremony at the Town Hall attended by close friends and relatives.

We got married young compared to our group of friends, in fact we were one of the few couples tying the knot in our mid 20s.

Financially, we were not too stretched when we began our married life since doing away with the typical wedding saved us quite a bomb. We’ve always been careful with our money and still live a simple yet fulfilling life, and there’s nothing we look forward to more than to be in each other’s arms after a long day of work.

As the years passed, I watched Stella grow and change from the sweet fresh graduate to the corporate executive she is today. Now in terms of her looks and personality department, I don’t have any complaints. I knew I was the envy of my friends when I first brought her with me for a gathering of my old buddies. Her sweet, almost girlish, personality attracted my guy friends like bees to pollen laden flowers. Subconsciously, the guys slowly drifted a little closer, eager to hear her talk, yearning to see her smile.

I was pretty sure they were looking at her legs but a good friend of mine reassured me that they were more interested in her full and firm bottom before quickly slipping away, laughing as he tried to balance his drink in his hand. Yeah, Stella has a pretty firm and perky bottom, not so full that she walks weird but it somehow just looked proportionate to her overall figure. It perks up well, filling out whatever she chooses to wear. Even today I could still see men on the streets sneaking a quick glance whenever she wore something tight that emphasized her bottom.

Her bottom is nice, I’ve seen it up close, explored every nook and cranny, but personally what I like most about Stella is her legs. She’s not very tall, but at 1.63 cm, only 4 cm shorter than me, she would sometimes tower over me if she decided to put on a pair of really high heels.

Her legs are smooth and white, not pale though, they’re just a healthy shade. Her calves are naturally toned even though she hardly ever works out. I could see the attention from other men whenever she heads out in skirts or dresses as their eyes drifted from her bottom to her perfect legs.

Stella has this small mole at the back of her left knee and like an opposite mirror image, she has one on her right elbow too. These minor imperfections are part of what makes her so perfect in my eyes.

I can not remember how many nights I have spent, savoring and worshiping her sexy pair of legs, kissing and letting my tongue linger near her feet. She always becomes aroused as well, knowing that her legs turn me on. In fact, Stella gets aroused whenever she realizes that I get turned on by her. It was as if she craved the attention I was showering on her.

I remember a particular trip to Bintan back in 2018 right after we got married. It was a trip with friends and there were 4 couples including me and Stella. When Stella pulled off her top, revealing her bikini, there was a moment of awkward silence among my 3 other guy friends before things went back to normal. I knew they were staring at the very sexy body that I was enjoying every evening. I felt a stab of jealousy and yet I felt strangely aroused that my friends were peeking at my wife and having lustful thoughts about her.

The other women though were not too happy even though they were all in their bikinis. Perhaps it’s a woman’s 6th sense. They knew the attention was on Stella even though her bikini was the most plain of all. No frills, no fancy design, it was not even neon colored like what one of my friend’s wife was wearing. It was just a simple white bikini.

When the bunch of us guys had some time alone sipping our beers in the shade, one of my friends mumbled; “It’s not about the bikini, it’s the person wearing it.” The 3 of them looked at me in unison and raised their bottles at me before laughing together.

I just smiled and showed them the middle finger.

But I told Stella about it that evening and she just brushed me off shyly.

“No, they’re not looking at me. You’re being too sensitive honey”.

“I’m pretty sure they kept stealing looks at you the entire time dear, you must have noticed that they put on their shades pretty fast.”

I gestured at her naked body in the room that evening while adding that that way nobody could see what their eyes were actually looking at.

Stella blushed, turning a shade redder than the warm orange light in the room. I was pretty sure she was wetter than usual that evening when I entered her, so I asked her casually if she was aroused by the attention she was getting.

She slapped me on my chest as I started my thrust deep into her warm love hole.

“No honey, it’s the wine we had. I’m a little bit tipsy.”

I did not press her further as she locked lips with mine.

I woke up before her the next morning and, out of curiosity, went to check on her glass of wine we had ordered for in room dining. It was hardly touched. I could see the lip gloss mark on the rim of the glass so I guess she only took a small sip.

Now one thing about Stella is that she is actually pretty shy in public, and she was raised in a very conservative family. She is the kind of sweet girl that would blush easily when teased. She would smile and laugh at your jokes no matter how corny they were, and she would be quick to look away shyly whenever praised.

Deep inside me I know she liked the attention she was getting but she was too shy to admit it.

I initiate most of the sexual advances, and because she is shy, she would not respond eagerly, but would slowly allow me to have my way. What could be more arousing that holding a woman in your arms and have her look shyly away as you penetrate her most private sanctum. The way Stella’s eyes sparkled before they darted away, too shy to look at me when I parted her vagina lips with my manhood is a priceless sight.

Stella was initially too shy to even moan during the first few times we had sex. It was only after a little coaxing and reassurance that she finally relaxed enough to let herself go. Even the first few moans were unbelievably arousing. Her moans were not vocal and loud; they were not crude and porn-like. Even now the sounds she makes during our love-making are like a soft whisper, the slow gasp of air by my ear. The caress of her timid moans sometimes makes me shiver and shake as I plough myself deep into my wife’s vagina.

No complaints as I said, no complaints at all.

Stella and I were happy and contented with our lives. We travelled extensively, brushing aside calls from our parents to start a family as long as we could. We were both only 26 when we got married. We just wanted to have fun and enjoy ourselves.

Our sex lives were pretty ok even after marriage, sex was regular, but being the shy conservative girl Stella was, we hardly tried anything adventurous. You would probably laugh at me but the craziest thing we did was to buy a vibrator. Stella was pretty nervous and kept saying that it’s not right and not necessary, but I could tell she secretly enjoyed it.

Just to be sure, I kept it in a cupboard that was hardly used and did something that I picked up from spy movies. I inserted a piece of pencil lead into the old hinge such that it would snap in 2 whenever the door was opened. There was absolutely no reason for Stella to open that cupboard since it contained old school books and some photo albums. I replaced the lead on average 3 times a week for about a month before I gave up doing it.

Stella was definitely enjoying the vibrator. I got her another one despite her violent protest and she gave me a deep frown, scolding me for wasting money. The next day I came home to see something new in the study. A rechargeable battery plug-in and a pack of rechargeable triple A batteries. I asked Stella about it and she said it’s more environmentally friendly before changing the topic.

The only thing that needed Triple A batteries in our house was the air-conditioner remote, the TV remote and the 2 vibrators.

And I don’t even remember the last time I changed the batteries for the remotes.

One thing weird though, whenever I suggested getting the vibrator out during one of our sessions, she would refuse, looking away shyly. I had to reassure her that it would be fine, it’s just a toy to spice up our sex life before she would agree.

Now Stella was a virgin before she met me, and I was pretty honored to take her first. I’ve had some experience due to prior relationships but I was a bit hesitant to tell her the details. I ended up telling her that she was my 2nd partner when in fact I should have multiplied that figure by 3.

The first time we used the vibrator, Stella came so hard, going into an uncontrolled spasm, moaning and thrashing about on the bed, so much so that I could only widen my eyes and just stare in surprise.

“Sorry dear… sorry. It’s… it’s just I’ve never felt this way before. It’s really different. I really liked it.”

That was what she said when she finally calmed down before a sudden wave of embarrassment hit her again. Almost as if she had confessed to some major crime, she withdrew the wet dildo before snuggling back into my arms.

One thing puzzled me though up to this day.

She was sucking me deep and she held onto the vibrator that day in the bedroom. I saw her plunge the dildo deep into herself as she sucked down hard on me. It felt good. Of course, it felt good for me to have her lush thick lips working their magic on my manhood, but I cannot be sure she was enjoying giving me the blowjob or enjoying the dildo that was thicker and longer than my manhood.

Later, I asked her about it but she gave me a playful slap and refused to give me an answer.

I always chose one of the vibrators for our intimate time together, but as time went by, Stella would automatically bring out the other one.

This is when things started to change.

Chapter 2

It happened in the early part of February 2022.

Stella and I were finally sitting down, talking about plans to start a family. We had a long discussion, chatting and imagining how different our lives would be once we were parents. We talked about not being able to have sex whenever and wherever we wanted in the house and Stella gave me a shy playful slap on my tummy.

It has always amazed me to think that after being together for so long, Stella could still feel shy around me.

I don’t know how to explain it but perhaps because of this very feeling, the shyness, the embarrassment, it somehow kept the relationship very real and fresh. I have given up trying to understand it.

I told Stella that once we became parents, things would be different. I suggested that perhaps we should make a list of things we wanted to do before we actually started a family.

She agreed and then we spent a weekend reviewing and discussing the things we wrote down.

It’s really funny though. Among the list of things we wrote down, we had done most of them or some variations of them.

We sky dived in New Zealand, we climbed the pyramids, we posed with the unsmiling North Korean soldier at the DMZ between North and South Korea. As we recounted our lives as husband and wife, we realized that we’ve accumulated so much experience between us.

It really brought back a lot of memories going through the photos and the travel journals we kept. We ended up laughing, saying to each other that maybe we were just trying to avoid being parents knowing how many headaches we gave ours.

Stella offered to cook dinner that evening and while I was waiting at the dining table, something crossed my mind. I felt a sudden stab of excitement in my spine yet I was unsure how to approach it with Stella.

I saw Stella come out of the kitchen with two bowls of soup in hand. The hot steam was misting up her glasses she wore on weekends when she removed her contact lens. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and she looked really cute with the pink apron she was wearing. It covered her tube top completely, making her appear as if she was naked as she shuffled towards me in her cute bedroom slippers - pair of fluffy polar bears slip on slippers.

Stella turned back round to grab the utensils to set the table while I went to the study.

Just when she had set down the utensils and napkins, I placed on the table 2 pens, 2 slips of paper and 2 envelopes.

“Are you going to write your will over dinner my dear?” she asked laughingly.

“Haha. You already know my will.”

She rolled her eyes before kicking me on my leg.

“So, what are those for?”

I took a deep breath and fumbled for the correct words in my mind.

“Dear, I ermm… was just thinking that…. since we’re going to start a family soon…”

I paused and searched for the correct words as Stella continued to turn the old pepper grinder over her soup.

“Shall we just ………write down something we really want to do and put in in this envelope?”

Stella paused whatever she was doing and we just exchanged looks for a good 3 seconds.

A really long 3 seconds.

“What…… do you.. mean? As in….?” Stella left the sentence unfinished, but this gave me the courage to plough on with my explanation.

“Anything… no restriction…..a fantasy, something we always wanted to do but never said or never thought about…. Sexual, fetishes, anything. It can be something crazy… I dunno… as long as we don’t break the law..”

We shared another long look at each other before I pushed a pen, paper and envelope across the table to my wife.

We sat though dinner without a word. When we were done, I went to the kitchen to do the dishes. Stella gave me a kiss and joined me in the kitchen.

We were both quiet, and I had no doubt that Stella must be thinking about my proposal.

I got us each an apple and Stella was walking in front of me. I saw her pass the dining table with the stationery and then she went to the balcony to enjoy the cool night breeze. I decided I needed a shower so I finished up my apple and left her alone.

On 24 February 2022, 8.30pm, Sunday evening, I came out of the shower to see Stella at the dining area.

She was staring at the apple core which she had placed on the envelope. I went over and I realized that she had already written and sealed it.

She looked away shyly before giving me a kiss and said she was going to take a shower.

I took a seat and I was struggling with myself whether to write down my greatest fantasy. In the end I decided to just fuck it and I spent a good 10 minutes writing together with some diagrams I thought of.

Then I sealed the envelope and placed it on the table.

When Stella came out of the bathroom at 9.10pm, she joined me at the dining area.

“So ….. what did you write?”

Stella looked away before appearing to be a little embarrassed.

“Sorry dear, I was a little impulsive. I want to take it back.”

I immediately put my hand on the 2 envelopes and I stopped her from picking up the one she had sealed earlier.

“It’s ok dear, I also wrote something quite crazy…..”

I took up the 2 envelopes and I mixed them up. I took an empty box and I put in the 2 sealed letters. I shook them up before placing the box on the table in between Stella and me.

“Let’s just open one…. … be done with it …then open the other…”

I offered the box to Stella and she reached in for one. She just looked at me and I could hear the tearing sound of the envelope as Stella opened it up.

The moment she took it out, she recognized it as her own and she immediately gasped.

“Oh my god…..” as her face flushed bright scarlet.

I went over to her side and bent down to read what my wife had written. The carefully penned handwriting of hers and the words that I read hit me like a ton of bricks. I could feel the air being knocked out from my chest as I digested the few paragraphs. Stella turned an even brighter shade of red as she tried to take the letter away.

“I’m sorry dear…. I was just…”

I did not let her finish her sentence. I kissed her and then I kissed her again. She tried to speak but I kissed her again.

“Dear… I ..”

I got down on my knees and, wrapping my arms around her, kissed my wife again. Time seemed to have stood still that evening.

She looked like she was about to cry but I spoke softly and calmly. I hugged Stella and I said I agreed to what she had written. In reply, she but she kept whispering “No.. no… no.. sorry dear… no.”

It took me a good hour before I was able to calm her down. I was cradling her in my arms when I asked her

“Do you trust me dear?”

She nodded.

“Then let me plan it?”

And time stood still again….

Our eyes met and memories of the times we had spent as husband and wife flooded my mind. Stella bit her lips, looked away shyly before looking back at me again. When she spoke, I realized I had a raging hard on.

“Ok” was all she whispered.

I kissed Stella on her forehead and remained in the same position as I watched her close her eyes and fall asleep still sitting at the dining room table.

I too closed my eyes and I began to think. I was confused.

I could not decide if I was excited with the idea of planning to fulfil her fantasy, or if I was excited to see it happening.

One thing for sure though, both gave me an incredible hardon thinking about it.

Chapter 3

2 March 2022, Saturday

Surprisingly, neither of us talked about the contents of the letter for the entire week. Our lives went on as usual. We had dinner, we cooked, we watched TV together and yes we had sex. There was nothing out of the blue for the regular things we did together every week.

It felt different on Saturday when I proposed something a little different. Honestly. I’m not sure why this just felt like something out of the ordinary, but something was different. It seemed as if we connected on a different plane.

I remember asking my wife when I was about to doggy her over our matrimonial bed. I slipped a flavoured condom over the dildo we frequently used and passed it to my wife.

“Dear… think about the letter you wrote.”

Actually, I wanted it to come out as a question, and the tone which I used was more of a questioning tone. I just wanted to see how badly she was thinking about it but I did not get a reply from Stella.

Moments later besides me driving my shaft deep into my wife, I could feel her reversing herself onto me. She seldom does that as we would usually end up with some coordination issues. Our bodies liked different speeds, it was not practical to try and match each other and the few times that we tried ended up with neither of us getting satisfied, but that session was different.

It was different. As Stella smacked back down on my pelvis, I drove myself deep in. We managed a good 2-3 minutes of unbroken and coordinated thrusting. The room was just filled with the sound of our bodies smacking each other.

And Stella was trying to moan.

Trying because her mouth was filled with the dildo. Our love making session that day was punctuated with groans from me, the slurping sound from my wife and the wet sticky sound from a well lubricated vagina being drilled by my dick.

Stella came amidst screams and moans of pleasure as her body lost control when I fingered her clit to orgasm.

I wanted to ask her how she felt thinking about it but I did not. I was expecting her to tell me how she felt but she did not either. We just cuddled up with each other in contented silence.

Another 2 weeks went by and each time we repeated something similar, Stella would have a really explosive orgasm. We did not do it all the time because some days after work we were both tired, so we just contented ourselves with a quick love making session.

But the session on Saturday evening was always different. I would suggest we act out her fantasy, her dark fantasy. It would then appear as if Stella’s body would unlock some secret locks, certain moral safeguards, and she would let herself go.

The obvious reason why she came so hard on those Saturdays while sucking a dildo and getting doggied was that she had a threesome fantasy. Or that she wanted to be a slut and get gang banged. For many women those would have been perfectly reasonable explanations.

If that was the case, I wouldn’t even need to plan. We could just join a swinger club or hook up with some hot couples from an online forum or some other site, but Stella’s fantasy was something a little darker. A deep dark fantasy that was a little weird but I would not judge her. She had revealed her darkest fantasy because she loved me, and she knew I loved her.

And the fact that she had never been with another man, somehow amplified the whole idea, the whole scenario. I tried to analyse my own thoughts too, how I felt, where did I stand. I could not give myself an answer.

I only knew I was aroused by the thought of it.

18 March 2022, Monday, 7.30pm

Stella and I had a simple dinner at a food court near our place. We took a slow walk back to our apartment that was barely 10 minutes away from the family resort in Pasir Ris. We held hands and I decided it was time to bring up the topic for discussion.

“Dear… about the thing…. You wrote…”

I could feel Stella squeezing my hand tighter and her body tensed up a little. She was obviously nervous and afraid of what I might say, but I could feel that there was a tiny spark of excitement mixed in with the other emotions she was feeling. She’s my wife after all and I could read her like a book.

“Dear.. it’s really nothing… I’m just….” she mumbled.

I put a finger to her lips and I told her I might have something coming up in a couple of months that could make her fantasy reality.

She was immediately silent and I could see that she was searching for some appropriate reply.

“But..”

I did not give her a chance to continue. Instead, we paused at the entrance of our block of apartments and I hugged her.

“I love you, and I want to do this for you.”

Stella was trying to search for the right words and she struggled to come up with her reply.

“Are you offended? Are you disappointed in me?”

I laughed and told Stella I was not the least bit offended. I told her I loved her and I trusted her. She gave me a hug and said we would just see how things went, that there was no need to deliberately make the extra effort of trying to arrange things.

They always say women don’t mean what they say. When I made love to Stella that Monday evening, her mind must have been wandering because she behaved the same way she reserved only for Saturdays.

I don’t believe I had described my wife in great detail as yet aside from her bum and her legs. Stella’s breasts are not big, she’s just a pretty full B. They sat nicely on her body and her shoulders seemed like the perfect rack for any clothes. Stella’s neck is delicious too, blemish free and white. If I was a vampire, I would definitely sink my fangs into them.

Stella looks just like the typical girl next door in the heartlands, she’s not some Korean girl band super star but you could tell from her looks that it was that of a mature sweet girl. Something that people call as the fragrance of a woman. It’s what makes a woman alluring.

Stella has a dimple, but only on her left cheek when she smiles. Somehow the one on the right doesn’t show unless she laughed with her mouth really wide open. Her eye lashes are naturally long, the only grooming she did was to her eyebrows to keep them neat and tidy.

Her ears are pierced and Stella loves her earrings. No studs for her though, she preferred earrings that dangled from her ears. Nothing too loud or ostentatious, it was always a simple hoop, a simple design.

It was of the right length such that when she turned her head, the earring would give that little jingle, swaying prettily on her earlobes.

My wife doesn’t wear watches, the only accessory she has on her hands is her wedding ring.

Her fingernails are hardly manicured, she prefers to keep them neatly filed with the healthy shade of pink flesh glowing from underneath her nails.

I could hardly imagine such an innocent girl like her having a fantasy as dark as what I had read that night. There was always the saying that the most quiet and innocent girls have the darkest desires in the bedroom.

I never believed it until I experienced it myself.

Chapter 4

20 March 2022, Wednesday, 9.45pm.

Stella and I were about to turn in early when I brought up the subject again.

“Dear, …. It’s not going to happen over one day, … at least I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Ok”

“Shall we give ourselves a week? and…..You’ll probably have to apply for leave that week, if it’s happening, it’s going to be pretty sudden I guess….. I don’t know…” my voice trailed off.

She nodded shyly before snuggling tight into my arms. I fell asleep thinking about the plan. I had the rough idea mapped out in my mind. I had spent a bit of time researching about details online and I had trawled through forums and websites getting myself orientated.

By the end of March, I had a pretty good idea of what needed to happen and I knew how to pull it off.

Now the stage was set for it to happen in May, but I told Stella that we should probably just try it out once before the actual event so we both knew what it was like.

Stella nodded her head shyly, blushing a little.

“Maybe I would not even like it.”

I just smiled and I hugged her close.

I was lucky, or should I say we were lucky. It just so happened that the opportunity presented itself.

8 April 2014, Tuesday.

I texted my wife around 3pm in the afternoon asking if she was ready. Stella was caught off guard. She called me and asked if I was serious and I told her I was.

“What? Like in an hour’s time?”

“Yeah. It’s ok if you don’t want to… I’m just suggesting..”

There was a moment of silence on the phone before she said that she’d do it. I felt my heart thump harder than necessary to pump oxygen into my brain. I was hardly breathing to the point I felt a little giddy.

I texted Stella the location of the hotel where I was meeting my client, and told her to call me when she was there.

I closed my phone and went back to the lobby where my Korean client, Mr Kim, was sitting. Mr Kim is 6 years my senior and he’s a regular client of mine. He visits Singapore twice every year and I’m always tasked with showing him around and taking care of him. Showing him around meant Karaoke, food, and always escorts. I settled back down into the seat across from Mr Kim.

“Hyung, it’s done. Probably an hour or so.”

“James, you know my type. Haha. I trust you. Did you enjoy the Korea trip last year? Haha. You should have stayed longer. Maybe next time you stay longer than 3 days so I can introduce you to some of my favorite girls.”

I smiled sheepishly, knowing full well that Kim knows my type too.

“So, tell me something about this girl. Have you tried her before?”

I smiled and a sudden thought crossed my mind. I was just glad both my wife and I were not on any of the most popular social media platforms.

“Erm… yes I have…. She’s….good…expensive though.”

“Describe her to me” was his response.

“She’s shy… … take care of her ok?”

“Come on James…. Haha. Every time you tell me she’s a shy girl, she turns out to be a monster. I’m still waiting for a really shy one.”

I smiled sheepishly as I sipped my coffee. Our topic drifted away from the girl and we talked about work. Before I realized it, an hour went by and my phone buzzed silently as I received a text message. Stella had texted me she would arrive soon.

I gestured to Kim that we should head up to the room. I could feel my heart in my mouth as I entered the lift with Kim. We continued talking about work but my mind was not on the details of our conversation.

I felt a strange sense of disorientation as if I was watching us both from a distance, yet I was totally aroused.

We entered Kim’s room because I always waited till I introduced the escort and paid her before leaving them alone. I never let my client pay.

I took a good look at the room and the view it offered. Kim’s room didn’t have much of a view but it didn’t bother him.

I felt the tugging vibration of my phone in my pants as my phone rang and I answered it.

It was my wife. Stella.

I felt like peeing, or shitting in fact.

Kim was just sitting on a comfortable chair, ignoring me and probably replying to some emails.

“Hello” I spoke softly.

“Dear….. I’m…. I’m here.” Stella sounded unsure, but she had come, so I felt confident that she would go through with what we had agreed.

I told her the room number and she hung up immediately without acknowledging me. I could feel my heart rate rising. Even my blood pressure felt like it was going off the scale. Part of me wanted her to just run away, switch off her phone and not turn up but another part of me wanted to see her at the door. It was just pure confusion and jealousy but yet undeniably, I was really aroused.

Really, really aroused.

Then before I knew it. The doorbell rang.

I could really feel the pee squeezing itself out from my bladder, forcing itself to the tip of my dick. That, and a weird tingling sensation that even my anus seemed to pulsate with anticipation as I went to open the door.

I knew it was Stella - it could only be her - but my heart was still racing. It felt like it was literally slamming against my ribcage.

I undid the latch and I pulled the handle down, pulling back the heavy door to see my wife standing in the corridor.

She looked radiant and beautiful, but she also looked as shy and embarrassed as I had ever seen her.

She must have come straight from work, because she was wearing the same white work top blouse I had seen her putting on that morning. In fact, I was the one who helped her zip up the little zip at the back. I felt a sudden rush of blood to my dick when it finally dawned on me that it was going to be another man who would do the unzipping.

The blouse that Stella was wearing had a little high collar in a Chinese cheongsam style. The intricate butterfly knot near the neck is a dummy, because the way to undo the blouse was from the small zip at the back.

I love Stella in white, it’s such a pure color. The color every bride wears when she walks down the aisle. But this time, Stella was no virgin bride, although it felt as if I was presenting her to some temple priest as a sacrifice.

The lace pattern on the blouse blended in nicely with the thin satin material at the back, and the whole top plastered itself tightly against Stella’s body. She has a pretty prominent V shaped top whenever she wears something tight like that day, but she enhanced it further with a simple belt, making her hourglass figure stand out more than usual. Paired with a simple pair of black work pants that tapered tightly downwards, Stella’s legs were for all to see and enjoy.

She had on a simple pair of black heels that day, completing the impression that she had simply stepped out of her office to come to a meeting. But this was not going to be some ordinary business meeting. However, it would involve a business transaction that had taken place many millions of times in many hundreds of thousands of places since time immemorial.

Our eyes met and I saw Stella bite her own lip in nervousness. Her hands were held in front of her, her handbag dangling in front of her thighs.

I did not know if my lips trembled, but later Stella told me that they did.

I gestured for her to come in and I’ve honestly never felt my heart beat that fast before. Not even when I once ran a marathon. It was racing so fast that I was sure Kim could hear it pounding in my chest.

Really racing because the woman I had married, the woman I cuddled with in bed every night, the woman who I shared all my secrets and desires with was now inside a hotel room. Inside a room where she was going to be enjoyed and ravished by another man.

As Stella stepped into the middle of the room, I saw Kim look up and there was an expression on his face I can still recall even now.

He rose to his feet and his eyes scanned Stella from top to toe before he burst out with a nervous laugh. I had never seen him so taken aback on seeing an escort I had procured for him on previous trips.

“Wow… James….. She is.. pretty.” He stuttered and his words came out as if he were a nervous schoolboy asking a girl he liked for a date for the first time.

Stella immediately looked away shyly, but with a smile.

He took another look before asking in broken English although I knew that he spoke excellent English. “Hi. Are.. you … Singapore?”

He gestured and drew a few imaginary circles in front of his chest area.

Stella nodded, and I replied at the same time. “Yes, she’s local Singaporean Chinese.”

I made the introduction, I had intended to use a fake name. Something different, but in my moment of nervousness, I introduced Stella as Stella. I blurted it out even before I had the chance to stop myself.

Kim shook her hand and like all past arrangements, I passed the escort an envelope. I had put in a thousand for Stella, although the envelope could just as easily have contained slips of blank paper. My mind was probably drifting when I was at the ATM and I just hit the button to withdraw that amount.

Stella accepted the package as if she had done this many times before, and placed it into her bag.

I saw Kim loosening his tie and I gave a nervous thumbs up and I turned to leave. As I took the few short steps towards the door, I felt that weird tingling sensation in my body again. My mind felt messed up, not least because I was really, really aroused.

A hundred thousand questions were firing about in my brain.

Would Stella moan loud enough for the noise to get out into the corridor?

Would she suck Kim’s dick like she sucked mine?

How would her expression be when her breast was fondled by another man?

For a girl who had never had sex with another man, what was she feeling? Was there anticipation? What emotions were rushing into her brain?

Did she feel violated? Or was she aroused and feeling like a cheap slut?

One last question occurred to me as I turned and walked away. Was Stella looking at my back? Was she looking at the back view of her husband as he walked away and left her facing a stranger?

I reached the door in no time and I pulled the handle. I stepped out and I left the room as the door slowly closed and slammed shut behind me. I stood alone in the corridor, and my mind could only imagine what was going on behind closed doors.

I felt helpless and a stinging stab of jealousy. Yet I could not explain the raging erection in my pants. I would love to be part of the action, I would love to see what was going on but I knew that was not possible.

It was very much a private moment between 2 adults.

Chapter 5

My heart was still thumping as I went to the lobby. On other occasions, there was never an instance I waited for Kim to be done. It was only an hour, and usually I just paid and left, but that day I loitered round the lobby.

I ordered coffee after coffee. I did not realize that even after my 3rd cup, only 35 minutes had passed.

I kept checking my phone, I kept refreshing my email, WhatsApp, Messenger, every damn app or method I used to communicate with my wife. I did everything.

When the clock hit 45 minutes, I got up and started pacing about the lobby. Time sure crawls when you want it to pass quickly. Then at the 50 minute mark, my phone rang.

I quickly checked the caller but it was not Stella. It was Kim. I was feeling a little puzzled but I still answered it anyway.

“Yes Hyung? Everything ok?”

“James…. Are you still around the area?”

I fumbled for a quick reply as I looked around the lobby.

“Ermm yeah I think I’m about 10-15 minutes away. What’s wrong?”

“I’m so… sorry, but can you come to the hotel for a while? I need…help to… to.. how to say this. To talk to… Stella.”

My heart was pounding again, and again a thousand questions raced through my mind.

“What happened? Is she ok? Something wrong?”

“No… no.. no… everything’s fine. She’s good. I… want to…I.. want her to stay…to stay longer… but she…said no.”

It was then I realized that Kim wanted an extension and wanted my help in making it happen.

“Oh… ok… gimme 10 minutes, I’m on my way back.”

I paced around the lobby, I could feel my balls about to burst yet I could not rush up in the lift to get to where Kim wanted me to persuade my wife to stay with him longer.

I was curious and I was eager to know what happened. Stella had promised to tell me what happened during our discussion of how we would make this happen. We even agreed to pen it down in a journal as a keepsake.

I had to clench my fist tightly into a ball and really fight to make it through the next 10 minutes. After that, I immediately rushed up to the room when the time was up and I hit the door bell.

Kim opened the door in a moment and I let myself into the room. I felt blood rushing to my dick again as I saw the naked back view of Stella and her strapless bra slowly disappearing as she pulled on her blouse.

I walked closer into the middle of the room and, as she turned around, I saw her forehead was peppered with sweat. I could still see it glistening on her face.

She was still in her panties, ones that I banged her in countless times.

She looked at me before looking away shyly, biting her lips. I swear I would have cum on the spot if I had just given my dick a few wanks.

The bedsheets were untidy and messed up. There were 2 used condom wrappers on the bedside table. The 2 bottles of water given by the hotel were empty, and the room reeked of sex.

“James …. I asked… Stella to stay…but she… said no. Can you talk to her?... I’ll pay of course.”

I turned to look at my wife as I was a little lost too. I definitely did not expect this to happen and it was not supposed to be turning out this way.

Stella answered before I had a chance to speak. “Sorry Mr Kim. I have another appointment.”

She pointed to the clock on the desk.

Kim practically begged to meet her again. “I know.. I know… but… after.. I mean, how about tonight?”

I could see Kim was really pleased with Stella’s service and it made me so horny to know that he had fucked her at least twice from the evidence of the condom wrappers on the bedside table. It made me want to grab her on the spot, to fuck her, to plough my cock deep into her love hole. It was like a primal instinct. Like a mating lion fighting to shoot and flush out another competitor’s semen.

I was about to speak but Stella beat me to it. And what she said caught me off guard. She did a semi-circle gesture saying that from night till morning, she was booked. And she was booked by me. It was true to a certain extent and I could not say she was lying.

“Sorry, but James booked me with some other clients already.”

Kim looked surprised, but then he laughed. “Ah brother. You’re keeping the good stuff for others. Haha. I’m jealous. I hope they give you good business because she’s worth it.”

For a brief moment, I was thankful Kim was taking the next morning’s flight back to Korea. He went over to his wallet and he withdrew 6 50 dollar bills. Then to my surprise, he went over and put his arm around Stella’s waist and caressed her breast before stuffing the money into the top of her pants, making the dollar bills sink halfway from view. He just kept kneading her breast in front of me as Stella looked away shyly at me before trying to push his hands away.

We said our farewells and 5 minutes later we left the room. We did not say a word. Nothing was exchanged. We got on a cab and when we reached home, Stella immediately went to take a shower.

We still had not said a single word since leaving the hotel room. After Stella finished her shower, it was my turn to try to wash away some of the memory of that hotel room. When I was showered, I headed into the bedroom to see my wife lying on the bed waiting for me.

I immediately lay down beside her and gently held her in my arms. I could feel her chest rising and deflating rapidly. It seemed like even thinking about the encounter made her both excited and nervous. I gave her a reassuring smile and finally spoke in a measured tone.

“Tell me what happened.”

Instead of speaking, Stella lifted her head and kissed me, and it was one of those rare instances when she reached for my dick which was already semi erect. Without a word, she just kept kissing me and stroking my cock for what seemed to be at least 10 minutes. When she finally stopped, she got out of bed.

What she did then would have surely made my knees go weak and cause me to collapse on my own weight if I had not been lying down.

Stella stripped off the oversized T-shirt she usually wore to sleep, and I saw her walk over to the laundry basket in the corner of the bedroom.

To my surprise, she took out and pulled on the same soiled panties she had wearing in the afternoon. She fastened the same strapless bra before pulling up the work pants she had worn for the whole day. Then she put on the same top that I helped her wear in the morning and which was subsequently taken off by Kim.

I was having difficulty breathing as I watched my wife put on the same clothes she had been violated in. I struggled to get out of bed and the final thing that drove the nail into the coffin was Stella retrieving her heels from the shoe cabinet.

By then Stella’s face was blushing a bright shade of red. She was really embarrassed, and I could see she felt ashamed but she was also aroused by the whole thing. She knew she wanted to do it. As she slipped on her heels to complete the look, she said something that almost made my sperm shoot.

Chapter 6

“I’ll…. I’ll show you what happened.”

With that she retrieved 2 condoms from the drawer and placed them on the small table beside the bed.

I thought that what would happen next would be like something out of a Japanese porn show but nothing could be further from the truth. As Stella came over to my side of the bed, we began to talk. To communicate. But dressing in the same clothes was the only way she could relate what happened. I could tell she was really thinking and recalling the encounter, trying to find the words to describe her feelings.

She was shy, and I could see she was visibly embarrassed but I could tell she was aroused. She was aroused just thinking of what had happened a few hours earlier. I don’t know if she was also aroused because she was about to relate the incident to me as well. The realization of betraying the man she married to make her dark fantasy reality. Aroused, horny and embarrassed and ashamed. How often can a human being be hit with so many different emotions at the same time?

I too was feeling so aroused and horny thinking of what had been done to her body by Kim. How her body had been touched, caressed, violated by another man. A body that had been reserved for me for the longest time.

Stella asked me to stand up facing her while she sat on the side of the bed. She told me that she sat down at the edge of the bed after being told to take a seat by Kim. Then she took my right hand and placed it on the left side of her silky smooth hair, and added that Kim began stroking her hair and her face and was just smiling at her without speaking.

I swallowed saliva while a shudder ran through my body as I visualized the scene she had described.

“What else… what else did he do?” I forced myself to ask her.

Stella hesitated and then replied “He.. he unbuckled his belt and….. and removed his pants.”

I did exactly the same, and although I was just wearing boxer shorts after my shower, I took them off. My throbbing erect dick was just hovering in front of Stella.

“What else… did he … make you do?”

Stella looked away a little shyly and she told me that she sucked on his dick.

“There was a bit of smell, it was not washed clean.”

“Why didn’t you ask him to go wash?”

“I was… just too nervous… There was a bit of pee smell.”

I was expecting Stella to give me a blowjob to demonstrate what had happened, but she did not. She continued speaking, adding that Kim stroked her hair and pressed her down onto his groin, making her suck deeper and deeper. She said she was almost gagging, and it was very uncomfortable. She said this with a frown on her forehead.

“It wasn’t nice, I didn’t like it. He was too rough - too forceful.”

My legs almost gave way listening to her. I had to hold onto her shoulders and steadied myself. Stella asked if I was ok, if I was ok to continue hearing about what had happened. I nodded my head, too afraid to let her hear the excitement that I knew my voice would reveal.

Stella then stood up, adding that Kim got her to stand up and remove her top. She did just that in front of me, standing just in her bra and work pants. But she added that with Kim, she had to ask him to unzip her blouse at the back. She said that the touch of his fingers made her shiver with anticipation. He told her to unhook her bra so that her B cup boobs were on display to him. She thought that he would want to feel or kiss her tits and the thought made her nipples harden, but he did not touch her. Instead, Kim helped her remove her pants and panties, pulling them down in one go, but made her put her heels back on.

“What else…….. what did he ask you to do next?”

Instead of replying, Stella removed her bra and indicated that I should do what Kim had done. I did not need urging to help remove both her work pants and her panties after first carefully removing her shoes, but then slipping them back on to her feet, so she was naked apart from her shoes.

As I knelt to replace her shoes on her feet, I caught a glimpse of Stella’s shaved pussy. It was already moist and glistening in the warm light of our bedroom. Making her go through the encounter again was like making her relive the entire afternoon with Kim. Her face was blushing red, I could see her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame, but she forced herself to continue. I tried to imagine the shame and the sick thoughts of being in her shoes. Of me betraying my own body.

She turned and got on the bed, into a doggy position, perking up her behind with her heels dangling a little off the side of the bed.

It was then I felt Stella stumble a little on her words. It was like she wanted to continue but could not find the proper words to do so. Instead she considered for a moment before just asking me to go inside her. It was as if she needed me inside her, like a plug to stop a leaking sink.

“Dear…… erm…..I… I don’t know how to continue….. can you…..come in dear…come inside me.”

I wasted no time and I went forward to where my wife was kneeling on the bed. Then I picked up one of the condoms from the bedside table and quickly rolled it over my throbbing cock. I entered Stella easily, she was already well lubricated as I buried myself up to the hilt. It was an amazing feeling.

Honestly I would say the mental stimulation at that point in time was stronger than the physical one. The thought of me entering my wife’s most private spot that hours ago was the playground of another man gave me a cocktail of emotions. I was angry, so on the first couple of strokes I slammed myself hard into Stella, but almost immediately I felt jealous, and I slowed down. Then for no reason, I felt curious.

I was curious about how Stella felt. I gave her a few more strokes before resuming the questions.

“How… how did you feel dear? When Kim entered you?”

Stella turned and lay down on the bed to face me.

“I was scared and I was very dry. It was a bit too sudden and it was quite painful when his cock penetrated me.” She went on to say it was a little sore but thankfully it got better after a while as she became lubricated.

“What else? How did you feel?”

“I felt…”

She looked away shyly before coming into the embrace of my arms. She buried herself deep within the shelter that my arms provided before adding that she loved me.

“Sorry dear… I’m sorry… I really don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s ok…. Shhhh… it’s ok… tell me……. I’m ok, don’t worry.”

It took Stella a moment or two to compose herself before she added that she felt dirty.

“I felt really slutty and dirty. I felt like a cheap whore, really like a prostitute. Everything about it, you handing me an envelope of cash, stripping and being stripped, sucking his cock, and then being fucked by him. It was as if I was really a prostitute instead of your wife.”

Then there was a long pause.

“But…. But… I was really aroused that I felt that way… it just made me so..… so horny.”

She began to cry almost immediately before snuggling back into my embrace.

“It’s ok dear…. Don’t worry… it’s ok.”

“I’m sorry dear….. Are you really ok? Are you disappointed in my behaviour?” Stella asked in a low voice.

I told Stella that I was ok, that she had not done anything that I had not previously agreed she could do. In fact, I was really aroused that she was enjoying herself and I told her I felt really horny too. I too felt horny when I imagined her to be a cheap slut sleeping around for money. That seemed to calm Stella’s nerves a little as she tried to continue.

“Are we normal dear?, Isn’t this weird?”

“I don’t know, but it’s a fantasy isn’t it? I think we should approach it from a …. a different perspective. It’s not like you are cheating on me behind my back. I’m ok.. I really am, and I want you to be happy too.”

Stella went on to admit that she had let herself go, and she really moaned when she was fucked by Kim from behind.

“He’s a bit thicker than you James dear.” And again she repeated that she was sorry.

“It’s ok, go on. Tell me more.”

“I think he’s a little longer than you too. I felt stretched and really filled up. Just an unusual feeling, really full and stuffed. I really liked it when he held onto my waist and …. and.. fucked me hard.”

She paused, swallowed a mouthful of saliva before she continued.

“It was like… it was painful, but I felt so filled and helpless….. like there was nothing I could do but submit myself to him.”

Her hands gestured wildly for a moment, her body reaction felt as if she were reliving the hard fucking she had experienced.

“I just … I just….. I just felt like submitting myself to him and let him have his way with me.”

We got to this point and I could not take it any more. I kissed Stella and told her that just listening to her describe the encounter made me want to rape her. She laughed and blushed shyly initially but after a little coaxing, she got back onto all fours, getting into the same position she was in when she was with Kim.

I had my way with her, but I lasted barely five minutes after I had put on a new condom. I imagined myself to be Kim, to be another man, ploughing the virgin love hole of Stella. A sweet girl that everybody adored. So prim and proper, so shy and bashful. No one would ever imagine a girl like Stella to have such a sick and dark fetish.

I came, shooting my sperm deep into Stella’s vagina, feeling my dick pulse and shake as I emptied myself into the condom. I pulled out slowly and I caught a breather. Then Stella did something that concerned me. She backed herself against the headboard and crossed her legs. She buried her face in her hands as her emotions must have run out of control for a while. I quickly went over to her and tried to calm her down again.

“Sorry dear, I just feel very confused…. and lost… Do you hate me?”

“No… no… of course not…. I love you… It’s ok…. I’m not mad.”

“But…. But… I just had sex with another man.”

I could tell she was losing it again and I quickly did my best to calm her down. Finally, after we both took a break of 15 minutes just to cuddle, Stella went on to tell me about the rest of the encounter with Kim.

“Kim then asked me to cuddle up with him on the bed. He…. He kept stroking my face and hair and fondling my boobs.”

Stella grabbed her own breasts, kneading them in the manner she described Kim to be doing to her while she laid in her arms. I could feel the blood rushing to my dick again listening to her and I was almost ready for another round. Stella then told me that Kim put on a new condom to enter her in missionary after that bit of cuddling but he did not finish the deed.