A story ten years in the making

[Nitrolicious]

Looking forward! Bugis also has lots of hotels!

[haleluya111]

next broooo, hang in thereee

[apesking]

driving him to fuck her furiously thereafter.

[TheArtist]

Secret World



Jane sat in front of her dressing table, carefully applying her lipstick. She loved the process of dolling up and getting ready, and the transformation that took place as she fit herself in her sexy outfits. This afternoon, she wore a fitting black, spaghetti strap dress with a low neckline that showed off her shoulders and seductive cleavage. 

Jane looked at herself in the mirror, and reflected on how much she had changed over the past year. Her life had become a delicate balance between two worlds, each pulling her in different directions. In her reality, she was a married woman and a successful business development manager, living up to societal expectations and maintaining a composed image. But in her own separate little world, she was free to embrace her deepest desires and fantasies, unaffected by judgment or constraint. It was in this world that she felt truly alive, desired, and free.

The transformation began subtly. Initially, it was the thrill of the secret meetings, and the excitement of doing something forbidden. But as she delved deeper into her thoughts, Jane discovered a part of herself that she had long suppressed. The act of slipping into a tight, sexy outfit, feeling the smooth, clingy fabric against her skin, awakened a sense of liberation and power within her. The attention she garnered from men—strangers who admired and desired her—fed into this sense of self-worth.

In her little world, she wasn’t just Jane, the wife or the businesswoman; she was an object of desire. The sheer bodysuits, the plunging necklines, the high-cut dresses—they all became part of her freedom. Each outfit was a declaration of her willingness to embrace her sexuality and be unapologetically herself.

When she dressed up, Jane felt a mix of vulnerability and excitement. The sheer fabrics and tight fits left nothing to the imagination, exposing her most intimate parts to the eyes of those who looked at her. While fighting off the feeling of being objectified, she felt free. She reveled in the way men’s eyes followed her every move, the way their breaths stopped when she walked into a room. She was the center of their attention.

Jane’s psychology was complex. The duality of her existence meant that she constantly dealt with the contrasting demands of her two worlds. In her everyday life, she was disciplined, strategic, and composed. But in her little world, she allowed herself to be spontaneous, passionate, and uninhibited. This split personality was a means of balance. Each side of her personality balanced the other, creating a whole that was more than the sum of its parts. Talk about the complexities of the human emotions...

The men she encountered in her secret little world played a crucial role in her transformation. They were the reflections of her fantasies. It wasn’t just about the physical pleasure. Jane found herself emotionally at peace in her encounters. In her little world, she didn’t have to conform to anyone’s expectations. She could express her desires openly, without fear of judgment or rejection. This freedom was addictive. The more she indulged in it, the more she craved it. The secrecy added to the allure, creating an exhilarating contrast to the predictability and stress of her everyday life.

Jane’s psychology was also driven by a need for validation and acceptance. The attention she received in her little world made her feel seen and appreciated in ways that her everyday life couldn’t match. Her sexy outfits were an essential part of this dynamic. They weren’t just clothes; they were symbols of her freedom, her way of feeling her body and living out her desires.

As she navigated these two worlds, Jane became adept at compartmentalizing her emotions. She learned to switch between her roles, each personality complementing the other. The thrill of her secret life spilled over into her everyday interactions, giving her a confidence and charisma that made her even more successful in her career. Conversely, the discipline and control she exercised in her professional life helped her maintain a level of discretion and safety in her secret world.

Of course, there were moments of doubts, times when Jane wondered about the sustainability of her dual personalities. Could she continue to live in two worlds without one eventually consuming the other? These questions lingered in the back of her mind, but the allure of her little world was too strong to resist. The excitement, the pleasure, the freedom—it was all too much to give up. She wasn’t content with a life confined by societal norms, judgements and expectations. Her little world offered her a space to explore her sexuality, to push her boundaries, and to experience her desires. It was a place where she could be truly herself, free from the constraints that defined her everyday life.

As she stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the fabric of her tight dress, she knew that she wasn't able to turn back now. She put on a black, work jacket, covering her assets and got ready for a housewarming at her relatives' place. Her plan was simple, that was to visit her relatives, drop off the housewarming gifts and leave. Then she could be back in the evening when I came over from work. The plan sounded perfect.

[SSteelman]

Originally Posted by TheArtist

Secret World



Jane sat in front of her dressing table, carefully applying her lipstick. She loved the process of dolling up and getting ready, and the transformation that took place as she fit herself in her sexy outfits. This afternoon, she wore a fitting black, spaghetti strap dress with a low neckline that showed off her shoulders and seductive cleavage. 

Jane looked at herself in the mirror, and reflected on how much she had changed over the past year. Her life had become a delicate balance between two worlds, each pulling her in different directions. In her reality, she was a married woman and a successful business development manager, living up to societal expectations and maintaining a composed image. But in her own separate little world, she was free to embrace her deepest desires and fantasies, unaffected by judgment or constraint. It was in this world that she felt truly alive, desired, and free.

The transformation began subtly. Initially, it was the thrill of the secret meetings, and the excitement of doing something forbidden. But as she delved deeper into her thoughts, Jane discovered a part of herself that she had long suppressed. The act of slipping into a tight, sexy outfit, feeling the smooth, clingy fabric against her skin, awakened a sense of liberation and power within her. The attention she garnered from men—strangers who admired and desired her—fed into this sense of self-worth.

In her little world, she wasn’t just Jane, the wife or the businesswoman; she was an object of desire. The sheer bodysuits, the plunging necklines, the high-cut dresses—they all became part of her freedom. Each outfit was a declaration of her willingness to embrace her sexuality and be unapologetically herself.

When she dressed up, Jane felt a mix of vulnerability and excitement. The sheer fabrics and tight fits left nothing to the imagination, exposing her most intimate parts to the eyes of those who looked at her. While fighting off the feeling of being objectified, she felt free. She reveled in the way men’s eyes followed her every move, the way their breaths stopped when she walked into a room. She was the center of their attention.

Jane’s psychology was complex. The duality of her existence meant that she constantly dealt with the contrasting demands of her two worlds. In her everyday life, she was disciplined, strategic, and composed. But in her little world, she allowed herself to be spontaneous, passionate, and uninhibited. This split personality was a means of balance. Each side of her personality balanced the other, creating a whole that was more than the sum of its parts. Talk about the complexities of the human emotions...

The men she encountered in her secret little world played a crucial role in her transformation. They were the reflections of her fantasies. It wasn’t just about the physical pleasure. Jane found herself emotionally at peace in her encounters. In her little world, she didn’t have to conform to anyone’s expectations. She could express her desires openly, without fear of judgment or rejection. This freedom was addictive. The more she indulged in it, the more she craved it. The secrecy added to the allure, creating an exhilarating contrast to the predictability and stress of her everyday life.

Jane’s psychology was also driven by a need for validation and acceptance. The attention she received in her little world made her feel seen and appreciated in ways that her everyday life couldn’t match. Her sexy outfits were an essential part of this dynamic. They weren’t just clothes; they were symbols of her freedom, her way of feeling her body and living out her desires.

As she navigated these two worlds, Jane became adept at compartmentalizing her emotions. She learned to switch between her roles, each personality complementing the other. The thrill of her secret life spilled over into her everyday interactions, giving her a confidence and charisma that made her even more successful in her career. Conversely, the discipline and control she exercised in her professional life helped her maintain a level of discretion and safety in her secret world.

Of course, there were moments of doubts, times when Jane wondered about the sustainability of her dual personalities. Could she continue to live in two worlds without one eventually consuming the other? These questions lingered in the back of her mind, but the allure of her little world was too strong to resist. The excitement, the pleasure, the freedom—it was all too much to give up. She wasn’t content with a life confined by societal norms, judgements and expectations. Her little world offered her a space to explore her sexuality, to push her boundaries, and to experience her desires. It was a place where she could be truly herself, free from the constraints that defined her everyday life.

As she stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the fabric of her tight dress, she knew that she wasn't able to turn back now. She put on a black, work jacket, covering her assets and got ready for a housewarming at her relatives' place. Her plan was simple, that was to visit her relatives, drop off the housewarming gifts and leave. Then she could be back in the evening when I came over from work. The plan sounded perfect.

nice story bro... rooting for u

[Archerr]

Amidst the pleasures

[mafic2428]

This is interesting character, cheers!

[Ventus91]

Camping for updates

[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, my hands tangling in her hair. Jane's lips formed a tight seal around my meat, her cheeks hollowing 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, and I felt myself cumming.

With a final, deep thrust, I came, my body shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm. Jane didn't pull away; she took all of my cock, swallowing every drop of my cum. Her eyes held mine, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she gently released me from her mouth.

Breathing heavily, I pulled her up to me, kissing her deeply. The taste of my cum on her lips was a reminder of the incredible blowjob she just gave me. It was a stark contrast to the blowjobs she used to give me, short, uncomfortable and I could feel her teeth. She also refused to let me come in her mouth. But now...

As we lay 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 for their pleasures, was almost too much to bear.

It was a bitter pill to swallow.

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 have 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.

[SirLance]

Hope to read more updates.

[TheArtist]

Watched

My wife 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 under boobs.  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...

[iFish69]

Please share more updates and thanks.

[Nitrolicious]

Will the friends of Ivan violate her too?