My wife's dark fantasy

My wife Stella and I have been married for 3 years.

As we slowly approached our big 30, our parents started pressuring us to start a family.

Now Stella and I love kids, and we have no doubts 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 take on the responsibility of being parents.

Stella and i met when we were interns at a small office during our year out and after a few gatherings and dinner, we started dating, before we realised it, marriage was on the cards.

We did not go the typical route of having a grand banquet or a nice reception but instead chose to keep things simple with a ceremony at the ROM attended by close friends and relatives.

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

Financially wise we were not too stretch since doing away with the banquet saved us quite a bomb.

We live a simple and fulfilling live, and there’s nothing we look forward more than to be in each other’s arms after a long day of work.

As the years pass, I watched Stella grow and change from the sweet fresh grad to the corporate executive she is today.

Now in terms of the looks and personality department, I don’t have any complains. I knew I was the envy of my friends when I first brought her out for a gathering.

Her sweet demeanour personality attracted my guy friends like bees to honey.

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 skipping away, laughing as he tried to balance his drink in his hand.

Yeap, Stella had a pretty firm and perky bottom, not so full that she walks weird but it somehow just looked proportionate to her overall outlook. It perks up well, filling out whatever she chose to wear.

Even today I could still see men on the streets sneaking in a quick stare whenever she wore something tight.

Her bottom is nice, I’ve seen them up close, explored every nook and corner but personally what I liked about Stella was her legs.

She’s not very tall, but at 1.63, 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, it’s just a healthy shade. Her calves are naturally toned even though she hardly worked out. I could see the attention from other men whenever she heads out in skirts or dresses.

Stella had this small mole at the back of her left knee and like an opposite mirror image, she had one on her right elbow too.

The minor imperfections that made her so perfect in my eyes.

I could not remember how many nights I spent, savouring and worshipping her sexy pair of legs, kissing and letting my tongue linger near her feet. She was aroused as well, knowing that her legs turned me on.

In fact Stella got aroused whenever she realised that I get turned on by her.

It was as if she craved the attention I was showering her.

I remembered a particular trip to Bintan back in 2010 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 body that I was enjoying every evening. I felt that stab of jealousy and yet I felt strangely aroused that my friends were peeking at my wife.

The other girls though were not too happy even though they were all in their bikinis. Perhaps it’s 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’s not even neon coloured like what some of my friend’s wife were wearing.

It’s just a simple white.

When the bunch of us guys had some time alone sipping our beer 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.

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

Stella : No la, they’re not looking at me. You’re being too sensitive.

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

I gestured to her naked body in the room that evening while adding.

James : That way, nobody can see what their eyes are 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, I asked her casually if she was aroused by the attention she was getting.

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

Stella : No la Dear, 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 the next morning and out of curiosity, went to check on her glass of wine we ordered for in room dining.

It was hardly touched, I could see the lip gloss mark on the rim of the glass but I guess she only took a small sip.

Now the thing about Stella is that she is actually pretty shy and she’s raised in a very conservative family.

She is the kind of sweet heartlander 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 is too shy to admit it.

I initiate most of the sexual advances, even though she is shy, she 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.

It’s nothing vocal and loud, it’s not crude and porn like.

It’s like a soft whisper, the slow gasp of air by your ear. The caress of her timid moans sometimes made me shiver and shake as I plough myself deep into my wife’s vagina.

No complains as I said, no complains 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, it 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 ecstatic and nervous, kept saying that it’s not right and all 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 into 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 album.

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 pack of rechargeable battery packs for 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 battery in my house was the aircon remote, the tv remote and the 2 vibrators.

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 session, she would refuse, looking away shyly.

I had to reassure her that it’s 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 honoured 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 trashing herself onto the bed, so much so that I could only widen my eyes and just stare in surprise.

Stella : 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. She withdrew the wet dildo before snuggling back into my arms.

One thing puzzled me though up till 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.

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

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

Now about what I want to share with everyone.

It happened in the early part of Feb 2013.

Stella and I were finally sitting down, talking about plans to start a family. We had a long discussion, chatting and laughing at how different our lives would be once we are 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 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 of this very feeling, the shyness, the embarrassment, it somehow kept the relationship very real and fresh. I gave up trying to understand it.

I told Stella that once we become parents, things would be different. Perhaps we should make a list of stuff to do before we actually start a family.

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

It’s really funny though.

Among the list of things we wrote down, we did most of it or some variations of it.

We sky dived in new Zealand, we climbed the pyramid, we posed with the unsmiling soldier at DMZ. As we recounted our lives as husband and wife, we realised 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’re just trying to avoid being parents knowing how much headache we gave ours.

Stella offered to cook dinner that evening and while 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 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 on her.

It covered her tube top completely, making her appear as if she was naked as she shuffled towards me in her cute bedroom slippers. A pair of fluffy polar bears slip on.

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

Right when she set down the utensils and napkins, I place on the table 2 pen, 2 slips of paper and 2 envelope.

Stella : Are you writing your will over dinner my dear ?

James : Haha. You already know my will.

She rolled her eyes before kicking me on my leg.

Stella : What are those for ?

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

James : 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 tried to turn the old pepper grinder over her soup.

James : 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 second.

Stella : What…… do you.. mean ? As in…. ?

James : Anything… no restriction…..a fantasy, something we always wanted to do but never said or never thought about…. Sexual, fetishes, anything.

James : It can be something crazy… I donno… as long as we don’t break the law..

We shared another long look at each other before I pushed a set of stationary across to my wife.

We sat though dinner without a word.

When we’re done, I offered to do the dishes.

Stella gave me a kiss and joined me in the kitchen.

We were both quiet, no doubt 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 stationary and she went to the balcony to enjoy the breeze. I decided I needed a shower so I finished up my apple and washed up.

On the 24th of Feburary 2013, 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 placed on the envelope

I went over and I realised that she had already written and sealed it.

She looked away shyly before giving me a kiss and say she’s going to the shower.

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

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.

James : So ….. what did you write ?

Stella looked away before looking a little unsure.

Stella : Sorry dear, I was a little impulsive.. I want to take it back.

I immediately put my hand on the 2 envelopes and I reassured her.

James : 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.

James : 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 recognised it as her own and she immediately went ;

Stella : Oh my god…..

I went over to her side and I read what my wife wrote.

The sweet 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 a bright shade of red as she tried to take the letter away.

Stella : I’m sorry dear…. I was just…

I did not let her finish her sentence. I kissed her and I kissed her again.

She tried to speak but I kissed her again.

Stella : Dear… I ..

I got down on my knees and kissed my wife again.

She looked like she was about to tear up but I spoke. Time must have stood still that evening.

I hugged Stella and I said I agreed but she kept going “ No.. no… no.. sorry dear… no “

It took me a good hour before I calmed her down.

I was cradling her in my arms when I asked her ;

James : Do you trust me dear ?

She nodded.

James : Then let me plan it ?

And time stood still again….

Our eyes met and memories of the times we 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 realised I had a raging hard on.

Stella : Ok.

I kissed Stella on her forehead and remained in the same position as I watch her close her eyes and fall asleep.

I too closed my eyes…. And I began to think.

I was confused.

I could not decide if I was excited with the planning, or if I was excited to see it happening.

One thing for sure though, both gave me a raging hard on thinking about it.


2nd March 2013


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 ones.

It felt different on Saturday when I proposed something a little different.

Honestly. I’m not writing this just for the sake of writing but something was different. It seemed as if we connected on a different plane.

I remembered 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 pass it to my wife.

James : Dear… think and fantasied about the letter you wrote….. .. ?

Actually I wanted it to come out as a question, the tone which I used was more of a questioning tone. I just want to see how badly she was thinking about it.

I did not get a reply from Stella.

Moments later beside 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 body liked different speed, it’s not practical to try and match each other and end up none 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 manage a good 2-3 minutes of unbroken reps.

The room was just filled with the sound of our body smacking each other.

And Stella was trying to moan.

I used trying because her mouth was filled with the dildo. Our love making session that day was punctuated with groans from me, 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 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 feel but she did not either.

We just cuddled up with each other.

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, somedays after work we were both tired.

It was just 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.

I’m sure by then you would be thinking, yeah, sucking a dildo and getting doggied, it’s a threesome fantasy.

She wants to be a slut and get gangbanged. It’s every woman’s fantasy and so on and so forth.

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 in the forums or something but it was something a little darker.

A deep dark fantasy that was a little morbid but I would not judge her. She revealed her darkest fantasy because she loved me, and she knew I loved her. And the fact that she has never been with another man, it 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.

18th March 2013



Stella and I had a simple dinner at a foodcourt near our place in Pasir Ris. We took a slow walk back to our unit that was barely 10 minutes away from the family resort.

We held hands and I decided it was time to bring up the topic for discussion.

James : Dear… about the thing…. You wrote…

I could feel Stella squeezing my hand tighter and her body tensed up a little. She was nervous and afraid but I could feel that tiny spark of excitement in her eyes. She’s my wife afterall and I could read her like a book.

Stella : Dear.. it’s really nothing… I’m just….

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

She was immediately silent and I could see her eyes searching for some appropriate reply.

Stella : But..

James : Dear, I love you…

We paused underneath our void deck and I hugged her.

James : 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.

Stella : Are you offended ? Are you disappointed in me ? …

I laughed and told Stella I was not the least bit offended.

I told her I love her and I trust her.

She gave me a hug and said we’ll just see how things go, no need to deliberately make the extra effort.

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.

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 bums and her legs. Stella’s breast are not big, it’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 girlband super star but you could tell from her looks that it was that of a matured sweet girl.

Something that we call as 女人味。 Loosely translated as the fragrant of a women.

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 tidy and neat.

Her ears are pierced and Stella loved her earrings. No studs for her though, she preferred earrings that dangled from her ears. Nothing too loud or ostentatious, it’s always a simple short chain, a simple design.

It’s of the right length such that when she turns her head, they would give that little jingle, swaying prettily on her earlobes.

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

Her fingers 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 a innocent girl like her having a fantasy as dark. 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.

20th March 2013



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

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

Stella : .. ok..

James : Shall we give ourselves a week ? and…..

James : 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.

She nodded shyly before snuggling tight into my arms.

I fell asleep thinking about the plan.

I have the rough idea mapped out in my mind.

I spent a bit of time researching about details online and I trawled through forums and websites getting my orientation.

By the end of march, I had a pretty good idea 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.

Stella : 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 on 8th April Tuesday 2014

8th April 2014


I text 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.

Stella : What ? Like in an hour’s time ?

James : yah. It’s ok if you don’t want to… I’m just suggesting..

There was a moment of silence on the phone before she says she’ll do it.

I felt my heart thumped harder than necessary to pump oxygen into my brain. I was hardly breathing already to the point I felt a little giddy.

I text Stella the location and told her to call me when she’s here.

I kept my phone and went back to my Korean Client Mr Kim.

Mr Kim is 3 years my senior and he’s a regular client of mine. He visits Singapore twice every year and I’ll be sure to bring him around.

Bringing him around in my context meaning KTV, food, and yes, escorts.

I settled back down into the seat across Mr Kim.

James : Hyung, it’s done. Probably an hour or so.

Kim : James, you know my type. Haha. I trust you. Did you enjoy the korea trip last year ? haha. You should stay longer.

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

Kim : So, tell me something about this girl. Have you tried her before ?

I smiled and a really weird thought crossed my mind.

I was just glad both my wife and I were not on any social media platform.

James : ERm… yes I have…. She’s….good…expensive though..

Kim : describe her to me.

James : She’s shy… … take care of her yah ? …

Kim : Come on James…. Haha. Everytime 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 smile sheepishly as I sip my coffee.

Our topic drifted away from the girl and we talked about work.

Before I realised it, an hour went by and I received a text message.

Stella texted me she was reaching 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 drifting.

I felt that urgent sense of disorientation yet I was freaking aroused.

We entered Kim’s room, I always waited till I introduce the escort and paid her before leaving. I never let my client pay.

I took a good look of the room and the view it offered.

It’s an old hotel opposite Chinatown point. Kim’s room did not have much of a view but it didn’t bothered him.

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

It was my wife. Stella.

I felt like peeing, shitting in fact.

Kim was just sitting by the lounge chair, replying some emails.

James : Hello…

Stella : ….dear….. I’m…. I’m here..

I told Stella the room number and she hung up immediately without acknowledging me. I could feel my heartrate rising. Even my blood pressure.

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 weird tingling sensation that even your anus seem to pulsate with anticipation as I opened the door.

I knew it was Stella, it could only be her but my heart was still racing.

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 there.

She looked radiant and beautiful but she looked lost too.

She must have came straight from work, she was wearing the same white work top blouse I saw her putting on this 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’s going to be another man who would do the unzipping.

The blouse that Stella was wearing was a little high collared a la Cheong sum style. The intricate butterfly knot near the neck is a dummy, the way to undo the blouse was from the small zip at the back.


I love Stella in white, it’s such a pure colour. The colour every bride wore when she walked down the aisle.

The lace pattern blended in nicely with the thin satin material at the back, the whole top plastered itself tightly against Stella’s body.

She has a pretty prominent V shaped top whenever she wore something tight like that day but she enhanced it further with a simple belt, making hourglass figure standing 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. I recognised that one. It gave her blisters near her left toe so she always wore it with a plaster.

Our eyes met and I saw Stella bite her own lip in nervousness.

Her both hands were held in front of her, her work bag dangling in front of her thighs and legs.

I did not know if my lips trembled, but accordingly to Stella it did.

I gestured for her to come in and I’ve honestly never felt my heart beat that fast before. Not even when I did a marathon. It was racing.

Really racing.

The woman I married, the woman I cuddled with, one which I shared all my secrets and darkest desires is now inside a hotel room.

Inside a room where she’s going to be enjoyed and ravished by another man.

As Stella stepped into the middle of the room, I saw Kim looked up and there was an expression I remembered to this day.

His eyes scanned Stella from top to toe before bursting out a nervous laugh.

Kim : Wow… James Si….. She is .. pretty…

Stella immediately looked away shyly with a smile.

He took another look before asking

Kim : 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.

James : Yes, she’s local Singaporean Chinese.

I made the introduction, I wanted to use a fake name. Something different but in my moment of nervousness, I introduced Stella as Stella.

I blurted 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 put in a thousand for Stella, don’t ask me why.

My mind was probably drifting when I was at the atm and I just hit the button.

Stella accepted the package 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 yet 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 has never had another man, what was it like ? The anticipation , the emotions that was rushing into her brain.

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

One last question was as I turned and walked away, was Stella looking at my backview ?

Is she looking at the back view of her husband as he walk away ?

I reached the door in no time and I pulled the handle.

I stepped out and I left the room as I watch the door slowly close and slam shut.

I stood alone in the corridor, my mind could only imagine what was going on behind closed doors.

I felt helpless, a weird carass of jealousy 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’s very much a private moment between 2 adults.

My heart was still thumping as I went to the lobby.

Now there was never an instance I waited for Kim to be done. Yes it’s only an hour but usually I just paid and left, that day I loitered round the lobby.

I ordered coffee after coffee.

I did not realise that even after my 3rd cup , only 35 minutes had pass.

I kept checking my phone, I kept refreshing my mail, wasapp, messenger, any dam apps or methods I used to communicate with my wife.

I did everything.

When the clock hit 45 minutes, I was up and started pacing about the lobby.

Time sure crawled 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.

James : Ye Hyung ? Everything ok ?

Kim : James…. Are you still around the area ?

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

James : Ermm yah I think I’m about 10-15 minutes away. What’s wrong ?

Kim : I’m so… sorry, but can you come to the hotel for a while ? I need…help to… to.. how to say this.

Kim : To talk to… Stella…

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

James : What happened ? Is she ok ? something wrong ?

Kim : No… no.. no… everything fine. She’s good. i… want to…i.. want her to stay… to stay longer… but she…say no.

It was then I realised that Kim wanted an extension.

James : 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 rushed up the lift to get to my wife.

I was curious and I was eager to know what happened.

Stella did promise to tell me what happened during our discussion. 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 10 minutes.

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 I saw her forehead was peppered with sweat, I could still see them glistering on her face.

She was still in her undies, one that I banged her in countless times.

She looked at me before looking away shyly, biting her lips.

I swore I could cum on the spot if I just gave my dick a few wank.

The bedsheets were untidy and messed up.

There were 2 used condom wrappers on the side desk.

The 2 bottled water given by the hotel was empty.

Kim : James …. I ask… stella to stay…but she… say no.

Kim : Can you talk to her ?... I’ll pay…

I turned to look at my wife as I was too a little lost.

I definitely did not expect this to happen and it was not supposed to be turning out this way.

Stella : Sorry Mr Kim. I have another appointment.

She pointed to the clock on the desk.

Kim : I know.. I know… but… after.. after… at night.

I could see Kim was really pleased with Stella’s service and it made me darn horny.

It made me want to grab her on the spot to bang her, to plough my wife 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.

Stella : James… booked me already.

Kim : Ah….. brother…. You’re keeping the good stuff for yourself. Haha.

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 about 3 pieces of $50 dollar bills.

Then to my surprise, she went over and put his arm around Stella’s waist and caressed her breast before stuffing it into the top of her pants, making the dollar bills sink half away 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 did not say a single word.

After I was showered, I head into the room to see my wife on the bed waiting for me.

I immediately got up to her and held her in my arms.

I could see her chest rising and deflating rapidly. It seemed like even thinking about the encounter make her excited and nervous.

I gave her a reassuring smile and asked.

James : Tell me what happened.

Stella kissed me and it was one of those rare instance she reached for my dick which was already semi erected.

She just kept kissing me and stroking me.

When she finally stopped, she got out of bed.

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

Stella stripped herself and I saw her head over to the laundry basket.

She took out and pulled on the same soiled panty she was wearing in the afternoon.

She clasped back the same strapless bra before pulling up her 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 watch my wife put back the same clothes she was 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 heel to complete the look , she said something that almost made my sperm shoot out.

Stella : I’ll…. I’ll show you what happened….

With that she retrieved 2 condoms from the drawer and place it on the desk.


You would probably think what happens next is like something out of a Japanese porn show but I’m sorry to disappoint you because it’s not.

Although the scenario of me ripping Stella’s clothes off and making out like rabbits all over the house is what I wanted and craved for but it could not be further away from the truth.

As Stella came over to my side, we began to talk.

To communicate.

It 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’s visibly embarrassed but I could tell she was aroused.

She was aroused just thinking of what happened a few hours earlier. I don’t know if she was aroused because she was about to relate the incident to me as well. The realisation of betraying the man she married for her dark fantasy.

Aroused, horny and embarrassed and ashamed. How often can a human being be slapped with so many different emotions at the same time.

I too was feeling damm aroused and horny thinking of what was done to her body by Kim.

How her body was touched, caressed, violated.

A body that was my property for the longest time.

She asked me to stand up while she took the seat by the side of the bed.

Stella told me that she sat down at the edge of the bed after being told to take a seat by Kim.

She took my right hand and placed it on the left of her silky smooth hair and added that Kim was stroking her hair and her face and just smiling at her.

James : What else… what else did he do ?

Stella : He.. he unbuckled his belt and….. and removed his pants.

I did exactly, although I was just wearing a boxer I just stripped myself.

My throbbing erected dick was just hovering in front of Stella.

James : What else… did he … make you .. …

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

Stella : There was a bit of smell, it’s not washed clean.

James : Why didn’t you ask him to go wash ?

Stella : I was… just too nervous… .. there’s a bit of pee smell….

I was expecting Stella to give me a blowjob but she did not.

She continued , adding that Kim stroked her hair and pressed her down onto his groin, making her suck deeper and deeper.

She was almost gagging, and it was uncomfortable. She said it with a frown on her forehead.

Stella : It’s not nice, I don’t like it… A bit too forceful.

My legs almost gave way listening to her.

I had to hold onto her shoulders and steadied myself.

Stella asked if I’m ok, if I’m ok to continue the conversation.

I nodded my head.

Stella then stood up, adding that Kim got her to stand up and remove her top. She did just that, standing just in her bra.

Kim helped her removed her pants and undies, pulling them down in one go but made her keep her heels on.

James : What else…….. what did he ask you to do next.

I caught a glimpse of Stella’s love hole. 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 turn 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.

Stella : Dear…… erm…..

Stella : 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 my wife.

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 the 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, the first couple of strokes I slam myself 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 pumps before resuming the questions.

James : How… how did you feel dear ? … When Kim entered you ? ….

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

Stella : I was scared and I was very dry. It was a bit too sudden and it’s quite painful.

She went on to say it was a little sore but thankfully it got better in a while.

James : what else ? how do you feel…

Stella : I felt…

She looked away shyly before coming into my embrace.

She buried herself deep into me before adding that she love me.

Stella : Sorry dear… I’m sorry… I really don’t know what came over me…

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

It took Stella a moment or 2 to compose herself before she added that she felt dirty.

Stella : I felt really slutty and dirty. I felt like a cheap whore, really like a prostitute…..

Then there was a long paused….

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

She tear up almost immediately before snuggling back into my embrace.

James : It’s ok dear…. Don’t worry… it’s ok ..

Stella : I’m sorry dear….. Are you ok ? Are you disappointed…. In my behaviour…

I told Stella that I was ok.

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.

Stella : Are we normal dear ? , Isn’t this weird ? …

James : I don’t know… but it’s a fantasy isn’t it…. I think….… we should approach it in a …. In a different perspective.

James : It’s not like you are cheating on me behind my back. I’m ok.. I really am… I want you to be happy too.

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

Stella : He’s… a bit thicker James dear……. sorry.

James : It’s ok… go on.. …. Tell me more.

Stella : I think a little longer too….. I feel stretched… and really filled up. Just a weird feeling, really full and stuffed.

Stella : I really liked it when he held onto my waist and ….. and.. fuck me hard.

She paused, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued.

Stella : It’s like… it’s 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 bodily actions a little lost.

Stella : 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 anymore.

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 her fours, getting into the same position she was in when with Kim.

I had my way with her, I lasted barely 5 minutes before I had to put on a condom.

I imagined myself to be Kim, to be another man , ploughing the virgin love hole of Stella.

A sweet heart lander 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 retracted myself and I caught a breather.

Then Stella did something that shocked me. She backed herself against the headboard and crossed her leg.

She buried her face in her hand and her emotions must have ran out of control for a while.

I quickly went over and calmed her down again.

Stella : Sorry dear, I just feel very confused…. And lost… Do you hate me ?

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

Stella : But…. But… I just slept with another man….

I could tell she was losing it again and I quickly did my best to calm her down.

Stella went on to tell me the rest of the encounter after we both took a break of 15 minutes just to cuddle.

Stella : Kim then asked me to cuddle up with him on the bed. He…. He kept stroking my face….

Stella did a grab of her own breast, 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.

Kim put on a new cap to enter her in missionary after that bit of cuddling but he did not finish the deed.

James : What ? … isn’t it suppose to be only 1 shot ? …

Stella : I donno, I just feel very nervous. … he just came on top of me.

She went on to tell me that Kim fingered her to her big O before proposing she stay longer.

James : Did you enjoy the fingering ?

Stella looked away, unsure of her answer and I did not press her further.

That was it.

We both agreed to give each other time to calm down and really evaluate our thoughts before discussing further.

I made a sick request.

I told Stella to keep the clothes she wore that day aside.

Bra, panty, top and bottom.

I arranged them as neatly as I could into a ziplock back with a vaccum catch and I emptied out the air, preserving the sick evidence of her dark fantasy for all time.

Stella laughed and comment that it was such a silly thing to do.

I did not think it was silly at all.

Life went back to normal for us but we had sex more regularly. In fact almost every alternate night we would make out. The bag of clothes Stella wore that day was hung in our wardrobe. Everytime we opened the cupboard, we would bound to see it when we select the clothes we’re wearing that day.

We never talked about Kim or the encounter but somehow I knew Stella was thinking about it.

She was thinking about the dirty deed.

About herself being a cheap dirty slut, and I could tell she loved it.

It really made me wonder if all the shy conservative girls are the same. That they all have some hidden secret desires waiting to be fulfilled.

I caught Stella staring at the neatly packed clothes one day when I came out of the shower. She immediately flipped it away and pretended she was doing something else.

30th April 2013


It’s the day before a public holiday.

For the past 3 weeks after Stella met Kim, I felt as if we connected on a different level as husband and wife. I don’t know how to describe it in words but it’s just different.

We were more loving towards each other.

We were more generous with praises and more open to showing our affection towards each other in public.

Stella is still the shy girl I knew and married. She still blush easily.

Over dinner that eve of public holiday, I asked Stella.

James : Dear….

Stella : Yah ?

James : We’re done with the first paragraph of your letter…..

There was immediate silence between the 2 of us.

I could see Stella looking away,embarrassed, her mind deliberating whether to proceed.

She had fulfilled part of her fantasy, her dark secret of being a paid escort to fuck someone she never met but that was not all.

That was not all of what was written in the letter.

Stella wrote more than that.

There were 3 short paragraphs.

It’s structured in a way as if one thing leads to another in an inevitable way, as if you're dropping deeper and deeper into quicksand, being sucked down.

The exact words of the first paragraph is as follows;

I’ve always been curious and wondered what it would be like to be a social escort for a day. The thought of being sent to meet a total stranger, the strange and unfamiliar hotel room, and the thought of being taken all for the sake of money. Not that I need the money.

The 2nd paragraph had me stumped a little to be honest.

It was a little out of the ordinary.

I had a few candidates in mind, and I was deliberating with myself who would take the bait.

Not everyone would take the risk

Not everyone would dare to do it.

It’s a risk.

A big one especially in Singapore.

I had tried to put myself in the same position and asked if I had the balls to do it.

I could not give myself an answer.

Then again, we’ll never know if we don’t try.

Stella :.. are…are… you sure dear…. It’s ok…. I’m already very happy you….went thorugh…

I held onto her hands in a reassuring manner.

Stella : Why don’t we just open your envelope ? We could do yours....

James : It’s ok. I’m really ok. ….

Right when dessert was served, I told Stella that she needs to be mentally prepared. It could happen anytime, and that it’ll be good if she could notify her office about the need to take a few days leave on short notice when it happens.

I could see Stella was excited and her mind was already thinking about it.

We fucked each other’s brains out that evening, and for one time, only one time. I told her to think about that encounter.

I told her to pretend I’m Kim, that I’m another man and that she’s just a cheap dirty slut instead of the sweet and shy conservative girl she is.

She came so hard that she squirted a little for the first time in her life and we were both shocked.

I laid in bed that evening thinking about the next part of Stella’s fantasy. I want to try my best to fulfil it.

I’m not too concerned about how to pull it off.

I can set the stage.

I can set up the entire scene and scenario

I was sure I can get the mood and tempo right too.

The question is whether my intended target would take the bait.

After a little more deliberation, I decided to just make the bait look like a delicious and irresistible snack.

I sipped my drink and looked at my wife.

The thing is she already is delicious looking and irresistible.

I decided a change in description is needed.

I’ll need to make the bait look like a delicious and irresistible slut.


1st May 2013



Stella and I were having our morning coffee at the table when I brought up the idea for discussion. I could not possibly do it without at least consulting her on the general direction but I have something up my sleeve.

A little something which I did not intend to tell her. No it would not deviate from the overall fantasy but I guess it would strengthened and bring it up to a whole new level for her if she did not know about it.

Discussing and planning was one thing, the thing was I had no intention of following through with the plan I discussed with Stella.

It was more for show

Why ?

Because if everything went accordingly to plan, she would already know what was going to happen more or less. It would remove the element of surprise, of fear, of helplessness.

She did mention she wanted to feel afraid and helpless and fucked against her will.

I really wanted her to feel it.

Now the thing about this next part was that I’m not too comfortable letting things go out of control.

I love my wife.

I wanted her fantasy fulfilled but end of the day I need to ask myself one question.

Am I comfortable and ok with it ?

For this one, there is only so far I would go and only so far I would allow others to go in terms of having their way with my wife.

I was confident I could deliver the same results.

I brought up the idea of her being a slut for this particular plan and I could see Stella was a little apprehensive.

Stella : How do you define a slut ?

She had a slight frown on her forehead as she spoke.

After another 30 minutes of discussion, Stella agreed that the temptation must be present but she did not agree to behave like a slutty girl for the evening.

Stella : It’s weird… it’s just not me…. I think it won’t come out right…

We finally agreed that perhaps the only part we could work on was the dressing.

Something provocative and suggestive yet leaving room for imagination.

Now Stella had some short skirts and dresses, not a lot and she would wear a safety short whenever she wore them. We went to her wardrobe and started talking and discussing.

We did not get very far.

I managed to single out a simple flared light pink casual skirt. The moment she put it on, I could feel my dick rising.

I asked her to walk around.

Whenever she took a step, the bounce in her movement would cause the skirt to give a happy little skip.

The hem ended about a good full palm size above the kneecap. Stella kept pulling it down whenever it hiked up.

Stella : Dear… I wear this with tights underneath one…. Just on it’s own… is a little…

I did not wait for her to finish her sentence because I could not control myself that public holiday morning.

The entire conversation is just so erotic and sick.

The thought of going through my wife’s wardrobe to find clothes for her to wear just so she can be taken by another man was seriously fucking with my brain. It was that same surge of emotions that made me horny.

It made me feel like an animal.

I just want to pump her full of my semen and flush out any other competitor.

I did not last long for that quickie and I came within 15 minutes, the erotic thoughts sped everything up and heightened my arousal.

We were both panting on the bed and I knew Stella hasn’t had her big O yet.

I decided to keep her horny and I did not offer to finish it off for her.

I could tell from her touchy body language that she wanted her orgasm but I decided to let it drag a little longer.

I just cuddled and we discuss further on the bed.

We finalised the plan when both our bodies were naked on the bed, grinding and touching against each other.

Right when Stella was about to come, I made her say what she wanted.

James : Say it dear… say what you want most.

I saw her body tensed up, her arms clamped down hard on my body as she shook while I fingered her to the heavens.

Stella : I….urghhhh i.. I want….. urghhhhhh ahh.. to be helpless… and….fucked…… urghh..ah…

She trashed and she kicked as I pressed on, rubbing her sensitive and swollen clit as her moans of ecstasy gave way to screams of mercy.

The final plan I agreed with Stella was something simple. I had sold her a simple idea of being tied up, blindfolded and helpless in an empty room.

Yes, she wanted to feel like she was abducted and rape.

I told her I had a couple of clients visiting which could help me out. I just need to arrange and get things set up.

She would never know who fucked her and would spend the rest of her life wondering who raped her.

I could tell she liked the idea. That she was really excited by it, by not knowing who her partners were.

That was the version I sold her at least.

I told her that I would get my clients to pretend play the role too but I would not be in the room afterwards, and the deal was that she would have to tell me exactly what happened.

We just laid on the bed without a word for the next 30 minutes or so to calm down.

I guess after her orgasm, her hormone levels were more or less balanced and she could think clearer.

We did not talk about the plan anymore that day and we enjoyed the holiday like a normal couple, shopping, eating and going to the movies.

For the rest of the week, I continued with my planning and looking for some suitable candidates.

I finally found 2 suitable candidates when I finished meeting at one of my client’s place near punggol on Friday evening.

3rd May


The haze was starting to get pretty chocking and I was queuing to pay for a bottle of water to clear my throat at a provision shop.

It was then I saw 2 foreign workers in front of me digging for some coins to pay for their beer and snacks.

They seemed pretty nice and polite, kept apologizing to the auntie for taking a while.

I decided to try my luck and I offered to pay for their stuff but they declined.

I paid for my water and I grabbed a few more beers before I followed the 2 workers to a nearby void deck.

They were a little suspicious and weary of me. It’s not everyday a Singaporean approach foreign workers with beer and try to chat them up.

They kept asking if I was from police, or the ministry. They say they have valid passes.

I reassured them that I’m not from the authorities.

I sold them the idea that I’m a part time writer, that I just want to chat for some writing materials.

After 2 beers each, they opened up a little.

And I finally got their names, Mooti and Raja.

Now Mooti and Raja are from India and they’re here for almost 2 years.

They do mostly plastering and painting works for houses.

After I came back to the void deck with another 6 pack, I decided to pop the question.

I asked the 2 of them if they’re interested in a small side job. Just to clear up some defects work for a hdb flat and it shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours. Some light painting works.

They were a little reluctant as they were not supposed to do it but I dangled the carrot of $150 each for a one hour work on their off days and they readily agreed.

We exchanged numbers and I told them it’s only a 5 minute walk away from where we were having our beer and I gave them the block number.

I would provide the paint and necessary equipment too.

It just so happened that I had a renovation job for a 5 Room flat in Punggol that was almost completed.

It’s just pending some carpentry to be installed.

Although the place is still a little dusty, but I decided it was good enough to be used for the event to take place. Even the aircon was working already.

The owner would be travelling for a few days and would not be back for the weekend.

I told Stella that it would happen on Sunday. The 5th of May.

We had another round of mind blowing sex that evening and I almost filled out the whole condom.

I told Stella that it would be happening in a newly renovated HDB flat and not a hotel to keep things interesting and she looked away shyly.

5th May 2013


1.30 pm

I called Raja and confirmed the timing with him. I told him that to give me a call when they were there. We were to meet at 2.45pm

I waited outside the bedroom while Stella got dressed.

When she came out of the bedroom, I could feel the sudden rush of blood to my dick.

My wife had on a simple laced black dress, it was short, the hem well above her kneecap. She put on some light makeup and tied up her hair. She had a dark coloured shawl draping over her shoulder.

A pair of black stockings covered her legs and she did not wear heels that day. She wore a pair of simple cute flats.

Her breast looks full and round and her exposed collar bone made her neck look so delicious.

The thought of what she would going through in a matter of hours gave me a raging erection.

I confirmed with Stella that my client were 2 taiwanese, and they’re more comfortable with speaking Chinese.

I had a bag of stuff with me and Stella asked me what those were. I told her that I packed some clothes for us to shower and she did not asked me about it anymore.

I could tell she was nervous, she’s excited and definitely aroused. She blushed several times and adjusted her seating position repeatly during the 15minute drive to the place.

We reached the block of flat and I showed Stella to the place where it’s going to happen.

The bed in the masterbed room was already in but the plastic sheets have yet to be removed. I spread another plastic sheet across the bed.

That’ll do.

Stella looked a little lost and unsure as she spoke in the room. Her voice echoed hollowly as she asked me what’s next.

I gave her a hug and said I’ll check on my clients.

I pretended to make a call and said that they’re on their way and we should get ready.

I blindfolded Stella properly, making sure she can’t see. I told her I’ll be outside the bedroom when it happens, but I won’t come in.

I got her seated on the plastic sheet on the bed and tied her hands behind her back tightly as well.

I could feel my dick straining against my pants as I take in the sights.

My wife tied and blindfolded in a room, thinking she was going to be in a staged fantasy.


I sat beside Stella, talking to her, reassuring her everything would be ok.


My phone rang, it was Raja.

I answered and pretended that I could not get a good reception and left the room.

I told them to come up to the 8th floor and wait outside the unit.

I went back in to tell Stella that my clients were a little lost since it’s a new estate and they have difficulty finding it. I’ll need to go look for them and bring them up.

James : Wait her a while ok… I’ll be right back. … Will start the moment they get in .

I saw my wife bite her lips and nodded meekly.

I closed the door to the bedroom and went to the main door.


Raja and Mooti appeared.

They were chatting happily in their dialect or Tamil or whatever it is I don’t know.

I passed them the money upfront and I could see them smiling happily.

I told them the owner is in, just knock on the door and say they are contractors.

I stood a few steps behind and I held my breath.

I watched as Raja and Mooti approached the door.

I watched the knocked and announced their presences in heavy accented English.

Mooti : Ello….contractor….. ellow ?

They increased their knocking intensity and increased their volume.

Raja : Hello…hwlloe… Contractor….anyone ?

The banging on the door was pretty loud and I could only imagine the fear Stella was feeling.

Raja and Mooti looked at me and I gestured for them to just open the door.

I quickly went over behind them. I wanted to see Stella’s reaction.

The moment the door opened, I heard Stella scream.

She screamed...

Stella : Dear ….~~~.. James….. dear….

It was a shrieking scream and it frightened Mooti and Raja.

They started talking loudly and they too got a shock.

I saw Stella screaming and she was trying to get up but she can’t.

She was blindfolded and her stocking clad feet kept kicking and pushing against the plastic sheet.

I could see the look of real fear in her body language.

Stella : Ahhhhhh…. Please… please… James !.... where ahhhhhhh you…

I could tell she was really freaked out.

I had planted the thought of 2 taiwanese into her head and never would she expect 2 foreign workers from India.