Story:: Do you trust me?

[OppaiOppai]

I first met my wife Blake back in 2011. We had both just graduated from college, she from a party school in LA majoring in Literature + Film while I did boring old accounting in a local university. When we reminisced about how we met, the established story was we met at a friend’s BBQ birthday gathering. However, that wasn’t the case, and I took no effort to correct her as it would be embarrassing for her. The first time I laid my eyes on my beloved was Friday, 4th of Feb 2011. I remember it clearly as it was the 2nd day of the Lunar New Year.

It was a long weekend and I was at Zouk with my then GF along with some of my pals, drinking cheap vodka shots near the bar leading up to the VIP area. I remember looking at the VIP area and it was filled with gorgeous young women with Middle-aged men and I diverted my gaze back to my crew and felt a pang of envy. Why don’t we have the status to go to the VIP area? When my then GF and her friends went over to the ladies, I saw my friend’s neck strained to the left and I followed his gaze.

What beheld it forever changed my life. I saw a young lady with flowing black tresses tied up in a bun. She don on a really tight but skimpy strapless blue denim dress. The hemline was really short, like at most 2-3 inches from her crotch. The men around her all started to gawk and ogle at her, and even in the dark, it was obvious she loved the attention as there was a grin on her pretty face and her glazed eyes betrayed the fact that she had been drinking. Her cheeks were red and her gait was abit wobbly as I recalled. Her boobs at that time was overflowing from her top and everyone around her I remember were gawking at her.

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When she undid the bun behind her head to let her hair down, I must admit it was like I have seen an angel for the first time in my life.

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I don’t really remember what we talked about next because it was really brief. However, I do remember hearing her yelp suddenly and a loud booming voice in a thick German accent punctuating the loud house music in the air:”Oh there you are! Come let's go to the dance floor NOW.” I saw her ex a tall German man in his 50s named Anton, wearing a shirt too tight for his body with tacky black leather pants.

He had scooped her up easily as he towered over us while she giggled drunkenly in delight. As he lifted her up and swung her towards the crowd, her hands instinctively went to the front of her skirt to cover up her crotch because as drunk as she was, she didn’t want to flash herself indecently in front of us lesser mortals.

I remember a huge pang of envy in my heart as I saw my future beloved being hoisted away by another man into a crowd of middle aged white men with Singaporean young ladies. Even though we weren’t together then, I had never felt so envious before. Even though my blood was boiling, I must admit that at that moment, I had never felt more alive.

[OppaiOppai]

That night, when we hit the dance floor after downing a whole tower of beer, my male friends had purposely moved ourselves closer to Blake and her friends with the misguided belief that they could get us into the VIP area. As I was hugging and slow dancing my ex-GF, I couldn't help but steal glances at Blake and Anton grinding away carnally to the beat of the house music.

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I remember seeing how she was allowing herself to be pulled closer to him and as he was much taller than her, he was effectively grinding against her midriff. I remember risking my ex-gf’s wrath by looking up and down Blake’s body and I noticed that though they were hugging each other tightly. I then realized it was her large bosom tightly encased in her dress creating that space. I remember wondering if her boobs were fake (They are real of course). How could someone so skinny be so endowed?

When I looked up at Anton I realized he knew I was checking out Blake. He had a stupid knowing smug grin on his face as we faced each other on the dancefloor while Blake and my ex were facing in opposite directions.

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As I smiled weakly at Anton, I noticed he cocked his gaze downwards as if he was signaling to me. I followed his gaze and saw he had brought his long arms down Blake’s lower back towards her butt. He cupped both his hands around her buttocks and squeezed them. When he did so, I remember seeing Blake’s body tighten into a ball and flinching. Blake then used her free hand to swat his prying hands away in protest. She kept doing that until he whispered something into her ears. To this day, I have no idea what he said to her but it made her resign to her fate and her body melted back into his embrace.

He kept kneading her buttocks, knowing full well that I was looking at both of them, like a viewer watching a Chef make bread. As his fingers inched closer to her hemline, I could see he was trying to lift up her dress. Blake’s hands instinctively went behind again, this time determined to keep her dress down. As Blake told him to stop, he acted dumb as if he couldn’t hear what she was saying.

As she protested louder, he threw me a knowing glance before moving his face right in front of hers, silencing her protest with a forceful kiss on her mouth as he french-kissed her deeply. This startled Blake and almost right at the moment when she brought up her hands around his neck to kiss him back, his right hands yanked upwards swiftly, revealing to me she was wearing a pair of white cotton thong-like panties underneath her dress while his left hand reached down and grabbed her asscheek

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[OppaiOppai]

It happened less than a few seconds but the sheer intense moment of Anton intentionally flashing Blake right in front of me aroused me to no end. I remember feeling my blood pooling around my groin and I got a hardon looking at that sight almost immediately.

I remember my ex teasing me about the lump in my pants while giggling away, oblivious to the truth of what got me so hard. I had to explain that it was because of her hugging me so tightly sheepishly. I remember glancing back at Anton and Blake’s direction right after but they had vanished into the crowd. I knew it was dangerous for me to go find them by myself so with a heavy heart, I just let it slide.

That night, as I was banging my ex-gf… All I could think of was that sight on the dancefloor. It took a Herculean effort on my part not to call out Blake’s name as I came quickly while in missionary position, wishing the person lying on my bed was her.

[HentaiAuthor]

That's it????

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[tommyj8]

Camping! Look forward for more

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As I smiled weakly at Anton, I noticed he cocked his gaze downwards as if he was signaling to me. I followed his gaze and saw he had brought his long arms down Blake’s lower back towards her butt. He cupped both his hands around her buttocks and squeezed them. When he did so, I remember seeing Blake’s body tighten into a ball and flinching. Blake then used her free hand to swat his prying hands away in protest. She kept doing that until he whispered something into her ears. To this day, I have no idea what he said to her but it made her resign to her fate and her body melted back into his embrace.

He kept kneading her buttocks, knowing full well that I was looking at both of them, like a viewer watching a Chef make bread. As his fingers inched closer to her hemline, I could see he was trying to lift up her dress. Blake’s hands instinctively went behind again, this time determined to keep her dress down. As Blake told him to stop, he acted dumb as if he couldn’t hear what she was saying.

As she protested louder, he threw me a knowing glance before moving his face right in front of hers, silencing her protest with a forceful kiss on her mouth as he french-kissed her deeply. This startled Blake and almost right at the moment when she brought up her hands around his neck to kiss him back, his right hands yanked upwards swiftly, revealing to me she was wearing a pair of white cotton thong-like panties underneath her dress while his left hand reached down and grabbed her asscheek

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If Blake’s asscheeks are as nice as those in the GIF… who could blame Anton…

[SirLance]

Nice story and pls continue.

[Sgoh]

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[OppaiOppai]

Months would pass and when I met Blake “Officially” for the first time at our friend’s BBQ at her house. It was pretty late in the night at that time (around 11pm) and she had popped by to say Happy Birthday after a night out with someone (I assumed it was Anton).

Her date had dropped her off in their taxi and drove off. As she entered the gate, almost every guy's eyes veered into her direction as she was wearing a red strapless tube dress.

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All I could remember was that unholy sight I saw of her on the dancefloor. I must have had jerked off to innumerable porn videos about couples dirty dancing on the dancefloor, feeling empty each time I had jerked off to the memory of both of them. All I could think of is if she was wearing that same pair of panties at Zouk.

[OppaiOppai]

When she came over to say hi to me, I tried to keep my cool though my heart was beating away like crazy.

The whole group started chatting away while we celebrated the cutting of cake for the birthday girl. All through-out the night, I kept stealing glances at Blake until one of our mutual friends nudged me to remind me I was attached. As we were drinking, she told me: "Dude, aside from the fact that you are attached...You are TOTALLY not Blake's type."

"What do you mean?", I asked

"She's a SPG. I don't think I have ever seen her NOT with a white guy ever since we knew each other from JC.", she replied in a deadpan disgusted look.

As the night wore on, we started to play "Cards against Humanity" and Blake was seated on my left. During a particular round when the community card was played, Blake whipped out her answers to a round of hoots and laughter. And my friend shot me a knowing look as she mouthed the words: "I told you so."

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Suddenly, I saw her phone vibrate and a message popped out on the screen:

"Baby, are you coming soon? I'm done with work". She smiled devilishly at the message and excused herself while she me msg away on her phone.

It was at this moment my Ex called me too and I picked up my phone to answer. She just called to wish me goodnight and told me to msg her when I return home.

I saw Blake walking towards the door and suddenly this strange fixation/idea hit me. It was like an unmistakable draw towards her. She asked if its possible to grab a taxi at this time and location and my friend offered to call the cab company.

At that time, I had saved up enough $$$ to buy my very first Suzuki Bandit (A motorcycle). I offered to give her a lift somewhere close but she declined politely as she was wearing a really short skirt.

Dejected, I walked to the side of the bungalow to pick up my bike, I saw her figure leaving the house via the front porch, apparently awaiting for a taxi to pick her up.

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As she hopped into a taxi, i felt a dark urge swelling inside me and then I would make a decision that would haunt me for the rest of my life. I rode my bike towards the blue visage of the taxi as I stalked closely behind it. Making sure I wasn't too close as there weren't that many cars on the road.

[OppaiOppai]

I followed the blue taxi until we came to an area that was surrounded by old houses that were undoubtedly rented out as commercial property. I had expected her to pick up her boyfriend but instead the taxi stopped in front of a large office building and she alighted. As it was late at night, the whole street was deserted.

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I immediately switched off my headlights and rounded a corner to prevent being spotted. I saw Blake press the intercom and the door opened as she walked up the office. Making sure I was not in view of any security cameras, I walked towards the door and realized it was tenanted to an Advertising Firm. The office lights was switched on, however the windows were shut closed and one couldn't really see what was happening inside.

I waited for about 10 mins at the other side of the street wondering what the fuck I was doing. I looked at the clock and realized that I would need to call my Ex soon at home otherwise she might get worried.

But the lights to the Advertising firm illuminated the dark street and beckoned me towards it. I took a deep breath and walked back towards the building and realized there was a dark alleyway at the back. I then walked towards it and realized that the lights were switched on also. However, the blinds were not fully drawn.

That was when I noticed a figure of a tall man appearing into view. As it was pretty far away, I flipped out my phone camera to try and zoom in...


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[OppaiOppai]

Then I saw Blake came into view. She had apparently even removed her top and I could see her bare back. They started kissing and making out intensely.

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Then I saw the male figure push Blake down against a chair as her legs came between him. There was a loud moan that even vibrated across the dark alleyway which I was standing in.

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and then I realized they were fucking. Blake was being fucked by her white BF at that time because I saw the unmistakable Black Panties around her left ankle where she was still wearing those black stilettoes from earlier as he pushed himself deeper between her legs.

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[OppaiOppai]

So the first time I see my wife's panties around her ankles was when another man was balls deep inside her.

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You can imagine what it could do to our marriage when we eventually got together

[OppaiOppai]

So how could a hot SPG like her (who dated a string of white expat men) end up with a low SES local Asian dude like me? I bet you guys must be wondering. Well, if I can sum it up with one word. It would be persistence.

And it also helped that it turned out that her last ex before me was married while they were dating. She was unaware even though she loved him a lot & they even had discussed marriage plans.

He was an American hot-shot CEO of a local firm because I guess AMDKs are better than us locals. His irascible wife had brought her righteous rage from New Jersey right to Blake's doorstep in SG, traumatizing both her parents and her as she demanded that Blake break off contact with her American husband for their kid's future. She even threatened to go his local bosses if Blake did not comply to her demands.

As you can imagine, this caused her undue distress and emotional breakdown. Lucky me, I was there to help nurse her back to health. Seeing her smile again after all that heartache was my reward but we didn't get together immediately.

We however ended up getting very close together as her therapist counselled her to break away from her licentious past and I was there always, the unjudging ear for all her troubles.

And so, she changed. Gone were the tight body hugging clothes she used to wear that accentuated her figure and were replaced by free flowing sun dresses. She even changed her phone number and told all of us she wanted to be a new person. But somehow, it felt more like she was burying her past rather than a complete metamorphosis.

Every time the group of friends which we hung out with, we would be found chatting away by ourselves to the chagrin of all our friends. As the group got smaller and smaller due to marriages, we found ourselves naturally hanging out together alone.

The first time we held hands was at a Mandopop concert. She had invited me to attend it as her friend had bailed on her. I am ashamed to admit it but as we were holding hands while singing the artist's Mandopop song, I heard the unmistakable beat of house music that rang so loud that fateful night so many years ago when I first saw her.

My cock strained so badly against my pants, I wanted to just kiss her on the spot but I knew I needed to bid my time. She smiled at me innocently but all I could remember was the sight of her black panties around her ankles.

When we made our relationship public to our friends, my female friends who had grown up with her actually tried to dissuade me privately. They knew about her past life and even cautioned me that both of us should get a STD check before we tried to be intimate. It caused such a serious rift, they were actually dis-invited from our small wedding as the world closed in on all of us due to Covid.

As we couldn't see each other unless we were the same family, we decided to get married and move into a rental apartment while waiting for our BTO. Our wedding was a very small scale affair due to Covid, surrounded by our family members. As she had put on a bit of weight, the rented wedding gown she wore was pretty tight and I remember our Solemnizer who was a man in his 50s couldn't take his eyes off her breasts spilling out of her tiny gown.

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[Raylala36]

Camper falling in :p

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Pls keep this going…

[OppaiOppai]

When we got together, it felt like I had got attached to a completely different woman I remembered meeting for the first time. We did not have sex until after marriage as she wanted a relationship unlike her past. You can imagine my frustration when she told me her decision to not be intimate until we were meant for each other. Whatever that meant.

The first night after we moved in all our things, we had sex which she initiated. Like our wedding, it was without much fuss as I remember seeing her naked body for the first time in the dark after she emerged from our bathroom. The same nubile hour-glass body I had dreamt of for so many years casting long shadows in our unlit room as she laid beside me.

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Her breasts were like snowy globes on her body, firm and perfect with light pink nipples protruding proudly as she laid onto our fresh white sheets. They looked almost obscenely large on her delicate frame. Her soft curves and gentle features contrasted against those perky, once untouchable assets.

I leaned in to kiss her to break the ice as we both awkwardly laugh. However when our skin touched, I was surprised to be disappointed like it felt I was in bed with the wrong person.

She rode me on our bed and though I was eager to try out all the positions, I remember that I couldn’t cum even though my cock was erect and hard inside her. Then, an idea hit me and I actually am ashamed to admit it but I turned on house music on our bedroom TV. While she was riding me, I closed my eyes and found myself returning back 10 years ago right at the same dance floor. That memory was so powerful I remember cumming so hard to it as I imagined the look on her face as Anton was kissing her.

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Unlike newly weds, there was no fuck fest right after we moved in together as unfortunately, we didn't complement each other sexually. And each time, I realised it was initiated by me and she would give all kinds of weird excuses like migraines etc. I thought these kind of behaviour would only happen to couples late into their marriage or after they have kids but we were newly weds.

Our sexual frequency went from once a week, to once a month and then every other month. In the off-chance when we were doing the deed, what was really hurtful was the fact that she would be staring blankly at the ceiling like she just wanted it to be over and done with, like a duty as a wife to me.

Thus, Covid was brutal for Blake and me and additionally, being confined in a tiny shoebox rental apartment during mandatory home quarantine didn't help. Though we lived with each other harmoniously, we became slowly living like roommates rather than a married couple and our routine grounded to a monotonous rhythm of waking up, making breakfast, logging online to work. Make or Order Lunch. Do abit of housework. Back to work, Make or Order Dinner while we watch Netflix or re-runs of Sex and the City (which she loves) till late, try and initiate sex, get rejected. Go to sleep. Rinse and repeat.

[OppaiOppai]

As the saying goes, Idle hands are the Devil's workshop. One particular day, I was searching for an old laptop to retrieve a document. I opened up our shared cabinet and suddenly I spotted her old Iphone 4 from the days when we first met. It was a clunky device clasped snugly in a bright pink polka-dotted phone case. As I stared at it, the same dark energy I felt so many years ago started welling deep in my groin up to the base of my stomach. I powered it on but as expected there was no power. I rummaged the box for the connecting power cable but couldn't find any.

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Frustrated, I flipped out my phone and ordered a brand new cable (Thank Satan for Technology). The wait for the cable was torturous however as I realised I had to hide the cable from my wife. So desperate for it, I even paid extra for express delivery. I spent the next 2 days monitoring our front door for the delivery man. When I finally spotted the delivery man, I rushed out and snapped the box out of his hands before he could say anything for fear that my wife would notice what I had ordered and asked why I needed an extra Iphone 4 cable. I knew I wouldn't be able to explain.

With bated breath I fished out the phone and charged it. Bingo. It charged up and I was greeted with a selfie on her phone and requesting me to key in a 8 digit password. As we had shared passwords at home, I tried all the common combinations that she used previously but to no avail. After multiple attempts, I was forced to wait for half an hour before trying again. The locked phone sat there, lit with her selfie of her younger self winking at me...taunting me, mocking me....with its forgotten secrets kept inside.

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I then continue charging the phone but kept it in the drawer in my study.

[Orange22]

Great stuff bro. Please continue :)

[OppaiOppai]

After dinner, I laid on the couch with her watching an episode of Sex And the City. I was wracking my brains on how to get her old password when I noticed her eyes glued to the TV and her rubbing her legs together during a particular steamy kissing scene between Mr. Big & Carrie the main character of the show. It was pretty visible that their hot scene together was turning her on. She was totally engrossed as she looked longingly at the screen.

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I then asked casually: "Honey, who's your fav character again?"

She looked at me slightly embarrassed and said: "Mr. Big of course." without missing a beat.

"But he's an asshole in the show", I interjected, slightly miffed at her choice.


"Well, he's a BIG part of the show and he's a complex character...Plus when I was younger, I thought he was pretty hot.", she said defending a fictitious character with much aplomb and gusto.


An AHA moment hit me. I excused myself from our tiny living room to my study and fished out my phone and googled Mr.Big's birthday. I then keyed in the digits in (DDMMYYYY) format and viola, the phone UNLOCKED! The phone was like an ancient oracle that started rebooting and I saw apps I haven't seen in a long time e.g. Foursquare, Angry Birds, etc. Even though the phone was like less than 10 years old, it was like a time capsule to another time, to another woman whom I didn't marry in the end.

I then open the fat green Whatsapp Icon. Out spurted all her old messages that were last dated before we got together. There were rows upon rows of men, mostly Caucasian and older. They were all her exes or flings and their names were appended with either the dating apps or the social circle she had met them prior. It was like I was unpeeling an onion. the deeper I scrolled down, the more graphic and more promiscuous her messages were. Her messages spoke of a wanton lost self wanting to be desired. A young white cock hungry asian slut craving for not only men's attention but almost exclusively from white older men.

An example can be seen here:

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[OppaiOppai]

Hi guys, I was thinking of making this story a lil bit more interactive so I am appending some of the more graphic screenshots of Blake's messages with her exes. I want you as the reader to enjoy the same illicit joy I felt when I unlocked Blake's phone. You will need to use the same password as her Iphone to unlock them. Note: There's no nudity but its still graphic nevertheless.

Her album link is here: https://ibb.co/album/kQjzb9 (https://ibb.co/album/kQjzb9)

1st pic is that of her with her various exes
2nd pic is her date with a french guy
3rd pic is the aftermath of her with that same french guy



And pls don't paste the answers to spoil it for the rest. The passwords are the same for each one of them.

[OppaiOppai]

Hope u guys enjoy….

[pokey93]

Finish? :(

[OppaiOppai]

Finish? :(

Hahah, no. Tons more. Am just setting the context so you guys can understand what’s happened next.

[jadkenth]

Hi guys, I was thinking of making this story a lil bit more interactive so I am appending some of the more graphic screenshots of Blake's messages with her exes. I want you as the reader to enjoy the same illicit joy I felt when I unlocked Blake's phone. You will need to use the same password as her Iphone to unlock them. Note: There's no nudity but its still graphic nevertheless.



1st Msg of her with her ex during their 1st and 2nd date: https://imageupload.io/en/MlArZuGkffUzzto



2nd Msg of her what happened when they hooked up: https://imageupload.io/en/SVjTyZ0RG5r78l6



3rd Msg of her and her various exes: https://imageupload.io/en/8Tah50WCYrdO9kb



And pls don't paste the answers to spoil it for the rest. The passwords are the same for each one of them.

damn, I literally had to google Mr Big Birthday for the password…

[OppaiOppai]

damn, I literally had to google Mr Big Birthday for the password…

As did I...I had given you guys such an obvious clue. What I didn't write was I tried all kinds of combinations, the episodes where Mr. Big that was shown, the actor Chris Noth's actual birthday until I lucked out with the Character's birthday.

[jadkenth]

As did I...I had given you guys such an obvious clue. What I didn't write was I tried all kinds of combinations, the episodes where Mr. Big that was shown, the actor Chris Noth's actual birthday until I lucked out with the Character's birthday.

Hats off to you Sir and thank you for the wonderful content.

[Golden Apple]

Hi guys, I was thinking of making this story a lil bit more interactive so I am appending some of the more graphic screenshots of Blake's messages with her exes. I want you as the reader to enjoy the same illicit joy I felt when I unlocked Blake's phone. You will need to use the same password as her Iphone to unlock them. Note: There's no nudity but its still graphic nevertheless.



1st Msg of her with her ex during their 1st and 2nd date: https://imageupload.io/en/MlArZuGkffUzzto



2nd Msg of her what happened when they hooked up: https://imageupload.io/en/SVjTyZ0RG5r78l6



3rd Msg of her and her various exes: https://imageupload.io/en/8Tah50WCYrdO9kb



And pls don't paste the answers to spoil it for the rest. The passwords are the same for each one of them.

tq for the wonderful story, but the images are all removed

[OppaiOppai]

tq for the wonderful story, but the images are all removed

fix liao

Her album link is here: https://ibb.co/album/kQjzb9

1st pic is that of her with her various exes
2nd pic is her date with a french guy
3rd pic is the aftermath of her with that same french guy

Password is still the same.

[OppaiOppai]

When I saw her messages to her "Daddies", 2 things happened: My heart sank but the blood that once flowed to my heart that love her, engorged my dick in my pants. I found myself wanking away furiously at her messages as if those filthy messages were meant for me. All it took was a minute of wanking and I exploded onto my desk. As I slumped back onto my chair with post-nut clarity, I realized that the one that was in the phone was so unlike her because she has either grown out of it or buried her desires under the "new her" whom I married.

There was only one word to describe her messages with her exes: Wanton. There was no shame in it, only pure unadulterated carnal desire. The truth sank in as I realized the enormity of what I had gotten us into, she had married me out of love NOT desire. The vivacious girl I met so many years ago only wants WHITE COCK. Then it hit me as I had seen pictures of her teenage years in her room. Plastered all over it were pictures of older Caucasian Hollywood actors with graying hair like Richard Gere, George Clooney and even Clint Eastwood.

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Her favorite character in her favorite TV show was Mr. Big. An asshole but nevertheless a white one with a name denoting not just his stature and wealth but also hinting at the size of his manhood.

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All the western dominated media she had consumed had probably led her to have proclivities towards older Caucasian men. It was hardwired into her brain on what is determined to be desirable. There was no way I could re-wire her brain I thought as the visage of my friend re-entered my memories so many years ago mouthing those damn words: "I told you so.".

As I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the air tainted with my sad release, I knew what I wanted to do. I want the old Blake back but desiring me. A dangerous plan started to hatch in my mind....

[Machiavelian]

Fantastic share bro Oppai. Support!

[OppaiOppai]

The following week, I had told her for our Friday night, I told her I would make it a special event for the both of us. I ordered a steak dinner along with wine and laid the table with flowers as well. She was pleasantly surprised at my romantic gesture but as we were home, she didn't bother to dress up. We sat there both eating in our PJs as I tried my best to ply her with more wine while munching on the steak which she liked.

As she got increasingly drunk, I leaned over towards her on our dining table, rubbing her arms, looking intently at her and said: "Daddy wants some sugar tonight.".

She looked at me first with a puzzled look as I mouthed those words. And then her puzzled look broke into a full-on cringe as she sat there breaking out in uncontrollable laughter: "Eeeewwwww!!! What kind of porn were you watching behind my back? Its so gross, no way am I calling you Daddy! Ewwww!"

FUCK. I thought my plan would work.

[OppaiOppai]

I sat there seething in silent anger as she explained to me how gross it would be to call me Daddy. Thoughts of her messaging her "DADDIES" some even in Big Bold letters in her messages flashed across my mind, mocking me for the unfairness that is the Singaporean male.

Perhaps if I was a AMDK, it would be okay to call me that, you bleeping SPG.

I barely restrained myself for rushing into my study and showing her the evidence of her double-standards. However, I resisted the urge to do so as that would be catastrophic for our marriage if she knew I had been snooping her phone.

Realizing that she had probably hurt my feelings, she came up to me to nurse my wounded male pride. Rubbing my arms: "Honey, I don't think I can call you Daddy. Its just weird, you know. I know you want to spice things up tonight but I'm not really in the mood. Can I just give you a handjob instead?". She said as she lowered her arm into my pants as she rubbed me over my shorts.

Not caring for a pitiful handjob, I thought to myself: "Okay, time for Plan B.".

"You are never in the mood. That's the problem.", I said as I extricated her hand from my shorts.

"Maybe we need couple Therapy.", I said, trying to give her the most serious face I could muster, while she nodded in agreement.

“How about Felicia from Mind Wellness SG who helped me out last time?”, she said as she hugged me, referring to the counselor who had helped her get over her last ex before me.

“No lah, I think we need someone who has more experience with Couple therapy. I’ll find one online okay?”, I said in a deadpan voice while hiding the fact that this was all part of my Plan B and the fact that I had already found one online whom I could work with.

[OppaiOppai]

I had sadly anticipated this would happen and unbeknownst to her, I had spent the last week plowing the underbelly of the internet searching for someone who can help me in my insurmountable quest. Within a certain forum in the dark web, mixed in with Ads for Boner pills, Animal Porn & Hacking services, I found a forum thread listing that was simply called Love Guru for Hire.


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He had the following testimonials:


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[OppaiOppai]

Following instructions on the landing page, I emailed Dr. Trigut and his assistant arranged a consultation session late at night (after 12am). Apparently, Dr. Trigut works 16 hrs a day and conducts his “Therapies” virtually online. This worked for me as though we have our own study room, I needed to make sure my wife was asleep when I talk to Dr. Trigut.

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When I switched on the Zoom camera, a well-dressed middle-aged Indian man with piercing eyes looked into not just the screen but into my soul. Before I could even address him, Dr. Trigut said in a crisp South Asian accent: “Oh hi, yes I saw your email. Am sorry about your predicament. Usually my cases are about how to help my clients convince their partners into doing threesomes or swapping but I’m unsure what are your requirements?”.

I then told him further about my current predicament, Blake’s sexual history and the fact that I want Blake to desire me.

Rubbing his chin, Dr. Trigut then asked:”Hmmm… this is a pretty tall order if you don’t mind me being frank. Can you show me what your wife looks like?”

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I took a wedding photo of Blake’s from our shared drive and then popped it into the Zoom Chat, Dr. Trigut who is probably farsighted leaned closer to the screen. His eyes then immediately widened and I could see the unmistakable dilation of his pupils as he tried to suppress a lecherous grin on his face. “Oh she’s a real beauty. You sure this isn’t your mistress? Hahaha. Most times, I’m helping men who are married to cows. You sir, are a lucky man. So she only likes Whites? How about Indians? Hehehe.”

Taken aback by his question, I wanted to answer but he interjected me: “Just kidding. So she likes white men but you want her to desire you instead. The solution my friend is simple, you just gotta be a white guy.”

[OppaiOppai]

“Huh?”, I said with a puzzled look on my face on his cryptic answer.

“Sex my boy is not a destination. It is like an opera. It is made up of different acts. An overture, the beginning of a symphony is kind of like seduction at the beginning of a courtship, the different acts like flirtation & foreplay that build on each other before reaching the main chorus which is the act of sex itself. She is programmed to want White men, it's in her blood, it's in her loins, it's in that tight sexy body of hers. What I was saying again? Yes, what you need to do is to slowly change the tune of the opera from full-on Italian to Beijing Opera but you cannot do it overnight. It's like a frog and her desire is that frog you need to boil it slowly before you can cook it. You get what I mean?”

I have no fucking clue what he meant.

Realizing I was hopelessly clueless to what he just said, Dr. Trigut took a deep breath and said: “Look, she likes white men right? I have seen the screenshots of those filthy correspondences she had with her exes. Forgive me for saying this but nobody that slutty can change overnight. Not even Mother Theresa, bless her soul. Your wife probably buried that underneath due to the trauma she suffered in the past.

It's like Pavlov’s theory. You know the guy who killed all those bitches? We just have to slowly re-introduce her to that lifestyle again but making you the fulfillment of that desire. I’m going to suggest something controversial but then again, I only take extreme cases. What I can suggest is that since its Covid, you guys are all on lockdown, is that you open up your marriage, but only a little. Let her meet other white men online, let them flirt with her, let her feel the thrill of the chase again. BUT… And I want to emphasize this, she cannot have any physical interactions with them. Just like the Opera example, let the overture and the beginning acts be Italian or German, but the main chorus is the Ching Chong Singing of Chinese Opera. When she is turned on enough, you are there to consummate the experience. Soon enough, you can be the overture and the acts as well and it will be just Ching Ching Chong Chong all the way.”

I winced at his racist overtones but I kind of get the idea of what he was suggesting. Before I could even reply, Dr. Trigut interjected me once again: “You will like it. You wanked to the photos of the messages which you forwarded to my assistant. Oh yes you did.” He said it as a matter of fact rather than opinion.

“I know a Cuckold when I see one. I have seen thousands of them and I’m sorry if I offended you but you Sir are one.”, Dr. Trigut said with a twinkle in his eyes.

Before I could even reply or ask a question, Dr. Trigut interrupted me for the umpteenth time: “And morality aside, there is nothing wrong or anything to be ashamed of for being a Cuckold. You love your wife right and you want her to be happy. Cuckoldry is the psychological condition where you are turned on by watching your love one being ravished. Its consensual erotised cheating in the highest form but kept within the boundaries of a loving relationship. At the end of the day, as long as she returns to you, you can and will make this marriage stronger than ever before. So learn to enjoy it my boy. Cuckoldry can be one of life’s greatest pleasures. Even more pleasurable than a Ching Chong Opera, heh. So, any questions?.”

I had a million questions but I didn’t know how to ask so all I could mouth was a single word: “No.”

“Great! I take Zcash only now, BTC is too much trouble for me. Pay my assistant and we will schedule a joint session with your sexy wife and yourself. My assistant will also add you on Whatsapp and will send you a brief on what to say and do during our therapy sessions with your wife. Hopefully, we’ll get to hear Beijing Opera in no time. Chow Chow.” he said curtly as he cut the zoom session.

[OppaiOppai]

I sat in the dark in silence, bombarded by a million thoughts but the most bombastic thought of all was the faint promise by Dr. Trigut.

Cuckoldry can be one of life’s greatest pleasures.

As I pondered on my thoughts, an email notification came up with an E-invoice for Dr. Trigut’s services. In it he captioned the following and attached a picture.

Great meeting earlier and am excited to explore how we can help. Hopefully, we can help your wife reconnect with her past. Her past and both your future is real and there is nothing mystical about it. There is also no such thing as mythical creatures. ;)

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I chuckled at his naughty picture and closed the laptop after making a large transfer to his crypto wallet.

[OppaiOppai]

The next day, we arranged a therapy session with Dr. Trigut. We set it up in our study room and was greeted by Dr. Trigut, now donning on a white coat as he greeted us with an air of authority. We went through the motions as I memorized the brief dutifully that his assistant sent me while we both sneakily guided the conversation so that Dr. Trigut could make his opening.

Then it happened, after Blake told him about her past and her lack of desire for me.

Rubbing his chin as he gave a look of concern into the screen: “My dear. I have counseled many couples like you both with the same problem. The conventional way is to reignite the spark into the relationship but as I’m told you both weren’t even that intimate before marriage so there isn’t any ground to work with. Perhaps you both should consider some time apart.”

I was shocked at that suggestion and wanted to say something but Blake replied before I could: “No, we love each other. Very much. It's just that I need to resolve whatever issues I have. It’s more me, I need to be more physically present for my husband.”

Dr. Trigut smiling as he got my wife riled up said: “Yes, but desire is an organic thing. You can’t force it. You have to let it happen naturally. I have an idea, but it's not a conventional one because the problem you present is not conventional.”

“Which is?”, Blake asked with a pitched voice.

“That you should see other men. Virtually. Go on Tinder, go meet other men. See what is out there. Talk to them, casually only of course. Re-live that part of your life when you were single and exploring. It seemed to me that your desire is anchored in the freedom that you enjoyed before you got married. But of course, everything should be just virtual. That’s if your husband is okay with that.”

” Dr. Trigut, I can’t do that. I mean… I will be super pissed if my husband is on Tinder. Honey are you okay with this?”Blake said, her voice quivering while looking at me exasperated for support.

“I mean as long as it's all virtual, I’m okay with that actually.”, I said almost verbatim what was on the brief.

“WHAT?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?! How could you say that?”Blake retorted with anger in her voice.

“Hey, is it alright if I speak to Blake alone? Why don’t you leave the room and let me talk to her privately.”, Dr. Trigut interjected. I gave her a weak smile and a kiss on her cheeks as she seemed to be nearly crying.

“Okay Doc.”, I replied obediently as per the brief instructed.

As I closed the door, I saw Blake connected her headset with the laptop as Dr. Trigut flashed me a smile that said “I got this bro. No worries.”. I paced our tiny living room for what seemed like half an hour. I was so anxious I wanted to crash into the room and just pull the plug on the laptop as well as the whole damn scheme altogether. Till this day, I had no idea what Dr. Trigut said to Blake.

She emerged from the room with a weak smile on her face. She looked at me intently while holding my hands and asked in a very weak voice with tears in her eyes:


“Do you trust me?”


“I do Honey. I do. I love you so very much. As long as it's only virtual, I’m okay with that.” I said as I cradled her head on my shoulders, hugging her so very tightly. Suddenly and I must be dreaming, I started to hear the faint but unmistakable beat of house music in the room.

The next day was the start of the weekend and I saw Blake sitting on the couch with her phone in her hands. She then beckoned me to go to her and I saw she had downloaded Tinder and she was showing me the app.

“I can delete it now, if you say the words.”, she looked at me unsurely.

“No, go ahead. I trust you.”, I said as I mustered a weak smile while I hugged her.

She then got me to choose her profile photos as well as helped her set up her account with her new profile. We made sure she wrote the words (Married) in her profile and then she started swiping away.


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[Golden Apple]

fix liao

Her album link is here: https://ibb.co/album/kQjzb9

1st pic is that of her with her various exes
2nd pic is her date with a french guy
3rd pic is the aftermath of her with that same french guy

Password is still the same.
thanks man I'm camping here

[OppaiOppai]

thanks man I'm camping here

Tks for camping.

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[OppaiOppai]

Got permission by a bro who sent me this filthy but really nice message to post here but have to remove his name. Its encouraging stuff like this that keeps me going. Thank you everybody. =)

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[OppaiOppai]

As expected, my wife swiped mostly White Older men on the platform. Horndogs in SG who were just there for a quick hook-up.

All it took was literally a day and she got close to 20+ Superlikes on the platform. And the messages came like a pack of hound dogs vying for my wife's attention. Some of the messages were funny while some were downright vulgar. But they all had one thing in common, they didn't care that she was married.

I could see how excited she was when these messages came pouring in, almost like receiving an invitation to another world filled with pleasure, seduction, and lustful encounters. It felt exciting seeing her go through these pages filled with pictures, words, desires, dreams, all mixed into one giant pool of possibility.

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On the other end, all the men responded eagerly to Blake’s provocative advances. Throughout the evening, they engaged in steamy chats, sharing explicit fantasies while also learning more about each other's lives beyond the virtual screen.

Each conversation delved deeper into sensual territory as boundaries began to blur beneath their words. Emboldened by this erotic exchange, Blake couldn't help but imagine what it might be like to experience such passionate intimacy firsthand. Her desire grew stronger with each message sent, making her wonder if she dared venture down this path once more.

As hours passed, Blake found herself enthralled within the depths of seductive banter. Meanwhile, I observed silently at times, feeling a mix of fascination and nervousness over the unfolding events. The thought of bringing strangers into our life seemed risky yet thrilling, much like those old days when everything was unpredictable and intense. However, I knew that Blake was capable enough to handle whatever came along, which reassured me somewhat. I trust her.

And perhaps this was exactly what we needed – an injection of fresh energy into our stagnating love life. This could bring the old Blake back but I was almost palpably worried of the dangers it might pose to our marriage.

The light shining on her face as she sat on our bed in the darkness revealed her eyes widen with glee with the attention she was receiving. I could see how turned on Blake was getting, every word exchanged only fueled her ardor further, as I also noticed her hands tremble slightly, probably due to the intensity of their exchanges.

Every time a new message popped up, her heart raced faster than before. As she continued scrolling through the chat rooms and sending flirtatious replies, I watched carefully from behind, witnessing her transformation into someone I hadn't seen in years - bolder, braver, and unafraid of expressing her sexuality. I realized then that maybe this adventure wasn't about satisfying some perverse curiosity after all; instead, it was about reclaiming parts of ourselves that had been long buried under societal norms and expectations.

Each man offered themselves as a means to fulfill her most forbidden fantasies, promising experiences beyond anything she ever imagined possible. Desire seeped out of her pores, filling the air around her with a heady scent. Watching her explore this dark side of her personality made me feel both apprehensive and incredibly turned on.

Her skin was warm, radiant with excitement. Every now and then, her breath hitched, and she giggled, taking breaks from typing and laughing with delight. The smell of her hair as I caressed it evoked memories of the past. It reminded me why I fell in love with her in the first place.

In response to her playful texts, several men suggested meeting up later that night. Despite the temptation, neither of us wanted to push our luck too far.

After all, it was merely a game of online seduction, not reality. And we agreed never to actually meet any of these gentlemen without prior agreement and careful consideration. We understood the potential danger involved should things escalate offline. But tonight was merely a test run — a way to spark our dying embers of passion, reviving a part of our souls left cold and lifeless by routine domesticity of Covid Life.

I noticed Blake was rubbing her legs together as their texts got wilder and wilder. Her body reacted with equal enthusiasm, tensing with anticipation whenever a particularly tantalizing text arrived. Each reply fired a wave of heat throughout her core, causing her breasts to swell against her tight top. It dawned upon me how aroused she must have become, especially since her body language spoke volumes even though she tried hard to conceal it.

At one point, she looked at me longingly, with a come fuck me face. A sudden urge arose inside me, a yearning deep in my soul. Without saying a word, we started undressing slowly. First removing our clothes, bit by bit, letting our naked bodies get closer. Then, embracing, kissing deeply, our tongues intertwine. Feeling every curve, pressing close against her, experiencing the wetness building between our loins. Her tongue danced teasingly across mine, eliciting gasps from both of us.

There was nothing hidden anymore, we exposed every aspect of our true selves. Beneath our fingers roamed restlessly as our lips met hungrily. Exploring areas that had gone untouched for months or maybe even years. We lost track of time, surrendering fully to our primal instincts. Her cries echoed around the room, and I let loose, joining her in ecstasy. It seemed as if our connection transcended physical barriers, reaching higher levels where emotional bondage took control. As we laid there, spent and content, we held each other close, I sat on the bed realizing there was a deafening silence. There was no sound of the house music as I laid on our sweaty bed.

[JiangYongBin]

As expected, my wife swiped mostly White Older men on the platform. Horndogs in SG who were just there for a quick hook-up.



She really look nice when she was young.:p

[OppaiOppai]

I laid on our bed totally winded by our strenuous lovemaking that was reinvigorated by our joint experiences on Tinder. I must have drifted off the sleep because when I woke up at around 4am, I noticed Blake was not on our bed and I was wondering where she was.

I walked over to our living room and heard whispers coming from our study room. The door to the study room was left slightly ajar and I peeped in, seeing Blake seated on the chair with her back towards me and lo and behold, I realise she was talking to Dr. Trigut on the screen, telling him about her experiences meeting other men.

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My curiosity piqued, I decided to eavesdrop on their conversation from my hidden position behind the doorframe. Feeling guilty for spying on my wife, I also recognized the significance of what she was doing here tonight with Dr. Trigut, which made me feel uneasy but also excited at the same time.

During the video call, Blake became increasingly aroused discussing various sexual scenarios with Dr. Trigut. Her cheeks reddened as she recounted how attractive some guys had been during her sessions.

Her body language changed subtly—leaning forward, lowering her gaze, biting her lip shyly as though reliving those moments.

"One guy was particularly striking – tall, well built, and incredibly charismatic… We spent hours texting. God, he was irresistible!" Blake confessed, her breath quickening at the memory.

"He sent me pictures of himself, posing suggestively - his erm...you know...thing was barely hidden under his boxers. I had to tell him to stop cos I was afraid I might lose control."

I watched her intently, observing her growing flush of embarrassment, combined with an undeniably erotic fascination. Seeing her aroused by this stranger caused waves of jealousy to surge through me.

"Why did you tell him to stop?" Dr. Trigut asked, his eyes darting up and down as he was obviously checking my wife out over their video call.

She hesitated, looking caught off guard by my question. "Well, things got a little steamier than I expected, and I didn't want to cross any lines." she explained bashfully.

My gut churned with a mixture of anger, frustration, and intrigue. This encounter served as proof that Blake desired others besides myself, igniting a fire in my belly fuelled by curiosity.

"Can I see your matches?", Dr. Trigut asked innocently and his solemn face broke into a leer when Blake took out her phone to show him her Tinder matches. His piercing stare penetrated deeper than ever before, making her squirm. Intrigued by the forbidden territory unfolding right before my eyes, my erection grew harder underneath my pants.

Feeling a wave of possessiveness rise up, I began to imagine myself standing beside Blake, watching her share her most intimate moments with complete strangers. This thought sent chills running down my spine as I silently cursed Dr. Trigut for pushing us further into this unchartered path.

"I see that they are all white older men. Is that your type?" he merely smirked mischievously and leaned closer to the camera, clearly aware of the implications of his very loaded question.

My blood boiled as I witnessed Dr. Trigut pressing Blake further into dangerous territories. With my raging desire now impossible to ignore, I struggled to contain myself, feeling both consumed by raw lust and helpless.
"Yes they are...Its kind of my preference.", Blake answered with a sheepish tone in her voice.

"That's interesting. Why exactly do you prefer older white men?" Dr. Trigut probed persistently, maintaining eye contact with her.

"I guess it goes back to a time when I was studying in the U.S and met this particular older gentleman. Our connection was instantaneous and powerful, unlike anything I experienced before. Since then, I seem to be drawn to men like him," Blake admitted candidly, blushing slightly at sharing such personal information.

"So you enjoy dominant older partners who can teach you new pleasures, right?" Dr. Trigut observed, drawing out her true desires subtly.

"What turns you on the most about these types of men?" he quizzed calmly.

Blake hesitantly shifted in her seat, clearing her throat before answering. "Well, sometimes it's hard to put my finger on why specifically. But there's just something about the experience that leaves me wanting more. And yes, the power dynamic plays a significant role. It also helps that they are pretty charismatic, charming, taller and"

"And Bigger right? At least compared to your husband", Dr. Trigut interrupted her as my wife stared at him red faced and too embarrassed to say anything.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying that sort of kink. Many people find pleasure in submissive roles," Dr. Trigut consoled Blake kindly.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Your preferences don't define you. Everybody has different likes and dislikes. What matters is the trust and communication in your relationship. You can always try exploring new fetishes or fantasies safely with your partner."

As he spoke, a twinge of sadness struck me. Perhaps I hadn't paid enough attention to Blake's needs, assuming that our relationship was strong enough without having to constantly evolve.

Blake nodded understandingly, tears brimming in her eyes. "Thank you, Dr. Trigut, her voice quaking in sadness.

"How does it make you feel, when one of these gentlemen sends you explicit texts or photos? Are there specific words or gestures that turn you on even more?"

Blake fidgeted nervously. Embarrassed and anxious, she started to speak softly. "At first, it feels exhilarating and a rush of adrenaline runs through my system. Then later, the shame sets in afterward as if I'd committed some terrible crime. Thus I tried to stop the conversation when they then ask for more revealing photos of me. I am super tempted especially when they use such a domineering posture in their text"

Dr. Trigut listened patiently while stroking his beard pensively. "It's normal to feel conflicted about desires outside your primary relationship. Trust me, many couples struggle with similar feelings. But it doesn't mean you should give up seeking fulfilment elsewhere. Just remember to communicate effectively with your partner and set boundaries. But sometimes its okay to lose control. Its cathartic even."

"You are so beautiful, its normal for those white men to want to desire you. And there's nothing shameful about it, especially when you are exploring with your husband's permission.", he said assuringly. "In fact, it could bring more excitement and passion to your life together".

Blake looked up at him, grateful for his supportive attitude. "But how can we ensure we don't hurt each other emotionally? How do we draw a line in our experimentation?"

Dr. Trigut smiled gently. "Communicate your desires and limits honestly with your partner. If you have fears or insecurities, address them directly rather than bottling them up inside. Communication will only strengthen your bond, allowing you both to understand and respect each other better."

Blake felt reassured hearing Dr. Trigut's advice, her nerves subsiding gradually.

"Thank you, Dr. Trigut, really! For being so understanding and helpful throughout this process. It means a lot to me."

Without giving away much detail, she shared stories about the encounters she'd had with her exes, trying to remain vague about certain aspects.

The atmosphere seemed charged with suppressed energy, creating an air of excitement between them. I couldn't help wondering whether this was purely professional interaction or something else entirely..."

Her cheeks turned crimson whenever she talked about her secret desires, yet she remained resolute in discussing them bravely. Meanwhile, Dr. Trigut provided "sound guidance" based on years of clinical expertise, demonstrating remarkable insight into human nature. My heart ached seeing them connect on a deep level over their taboo interests, forming a unique bond borne from vulnerability and mutual understanding.

Despite the increasing intensity of their discussion, they maintained composure. However, I could sense the sexual tension boiling beneath the surface.

Their animated discourse carried undertones of repressed longings, hinting at a hidden attraction. The chemistry between them was palpable, making me uneasy yet oddly excited – eager to observe their journey toward self-discovery and boundary exploration.

Following Dr. Trigut's advice, Blake expressed her innermost desires and fantasies, elaborating on what truly thrilled her during her rendezvous with other men. Her descriptions were detailed and graphic, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

"Okay, I want you to do something for me. Its a bit controversial. The next time when a guy you meet online asks for more intimate photos, I want you to take that leap and send him one. You have such a beautiful body, its a shame to share that only with your husband.", Dr. Trigut said as his eyes couldn't stop darting up and down Blake visage.

Her breath hitched upon his suggestion.

"Remember, there is nothing inherently wrong with expressing yourself or discovering new ways to satisfy each other. So go ahead, do it!" he urged confidently.

"Actually, why don't you do it now. Send him a picture, just in your bra. I'm here to support you while you do so. If you like to switch off the camera, its fine but I would prefer if you do it with me watching you do it.", Dr. Trigut said with glee in his eyes. Feeling emboldened by his affirmation, Blake summoned courage and decided to push herself beyond her comfort zone.

[OppaiOppai]

"Pls don't do this.", my heart kept wishing as I peeped from the shadows... but despite my prayers, Blake said those awful words..."Alright, I think I can do this," she agreed. With a deep breath, she then reached down to the hemline of her T-shirt and glancing at Dr. Trigut's apprehensive gaze on the screen, started to take off her T-shirt, exposing her perfectly round breasts clasp in her black lacy bra which she wears to sleep every night.

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"See, you look so beautiful." complimented Dr. Trigut, ogling her body appreciatively. His lascivious gaze made her flush with arousal.
"Now, take a selfie and send that man your photo.", Dr. Trigut said in a commanding voice.

She took her Handphone from the table and looked up. I had to retreat from the doorway as silently as I could before she notices me. I heard the sound of a click from her phone camera as she focused on taking the provocative photo for that lucky son of a bitch. As she did so, she felt empowered, taking charge of her own sexuality despite her initial apprehensions.

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This act symbolized a turning point in her journey towards greater autonomy within her marriage. It allowed her to reconcile her yearnings with her reality, thus enabling her to face her inner demons head-on. The liberating experience stirred within her a craving for more intense encounters, heightening her sensitivity to erotic stimuli significantly. The idea of indulging in forbidden pleasures became an alluring proposition that awakened her primal instincts.

Noticing her sudden surge of confidence, Dr. Trigut couldn't hide his admiration for her bold move. He watched intensely as she snapped the picture, capturing her sultry smile and luscious curves. With trembling fingers, she sent the image, relishing the rush of anticipation and anxiety coursing through her veins. She waited expectantly for Dr. Trigut's reply on her action.

He didn't disappoint. The response came almost immediately, praising her beauty and showering her with compliments. Blake's chest swelled with pride, feeling a mix of elation and satisfaction knowing she could evoke such strong emotional responses from another person.

Glancing back at Dr. Trigut, she noticed the unbridled joy radiating from his expression. In this moment, it was evident to her that sharing her secrets and embracing her true desires held immense power—the ability to ignite sparks within others, ultimately fostering deeper connections.

Unbeknownst to Blake, Dr. Trigut had been steadily losing himself in his own thoughts, fueled by Blake's confessions and the seductive vulnerable image of my wife flashing across his computer screen.

I stood in the shadows, transfixed by that sight. My wife swayed by another man's words and undressing in front of him.

"Look at yourself closely", he whispered huskily, observing her reaction keenly. Her breath quickened, her nipples hardening under the weight of his stare.

"Do you want me to touch myself too?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly. "That might make things... interesting."

Dr. Trigut hesitated for a brief moment, contemplating the prospect of witnessing such an intimate display. Finally, he nodded decisively. "Yes, do it."
Taking a deep breath, Blake began caressing her smooth, firm abdomen, sending delicious shivers down her spine. Slowly, she moved her hand higher, teasingly grazing over her breast before cupping it gently.

The soft texture of her flesh combined with the gentle brushing of her fingertips left a trail of electrifying pleasure along her sensitive skin as she touched herself. Dr. Trigut grunted quietly, struggling to maintain eye contact without appearing disrespectful.

As her hands roamed further southward, tracing invisible patterns against her warm skin, her arousal grew exponentially. Desire painted vivid images of his lips claiming hers once again, this time demanding complete submission. Their hearts raced in sync, feeding off each other's raw passions.

"Think of all your past lovers...How each one of those white men aroused you. How each one of them made you their object of desire. How each one of them made you who you really are. How each of them made you their..." Dr. Trigut whispered in a low growl into the mic.

"Slut", Blake moaned in unison, completing the sentence to Dr. Trigut's amazement at how turned on she has become.

"Yes...their slut...Touch yourself harder." his eyes bore into her soul, inflamed with desire.

His hoarse tone added to her growing arousal. She obeyed, stroking her body faster, causing her moans to escalate in pitch. As her breath hitched, her fingers found themselves touching her clit through her exercise shorts. This brought forth an audible groan from Dr. Trigut, who seemed unable to control his lust any longer.

"Isn't it amazing how your body responds to the right touch?
Just imagine if someone were actually performing these acts on you - their tongue lapping at your core, the pressure of their teeth against your neck…"

Dr. Trigut continued, his voice low and raspy. Emboldened by his explicit suggestions, Blake slid her finger inside her panties, probing the wetness nestled below. Her breath caught in her throat as her body betrayed her, yearning for fulfillment.

"Picture their rough big hands on your body, their fingers and tongues pressing inside you, driving you wild. Imagine them kissing you passionately as you give yourself over completely to their desires. Let yourself be consumed by the ecstasy they bring out in you," Dr. Trigut murmured, his voice thick with hypnotic desire.

Blake let herself get lost in the vivid imagery, her breath coming fast and shallow. Each word uttered by Dr. Trigut fed the fire burning within her, consuming her entire being. Her heart beating rapidly, echoing throughout her body, fuelling her arousal even more.

"Oh yes," she exhaled, closing her eyes as her world collapsed around her, allowing her imagination to run free. Immersed in the heat of the moment, she couldn't help but visualise and remember what it would feel like to be taken roughly by her white daddies, her body surrendering itself to desires long forgotten.

Deliberately running her index finger across her most intimate area, her moans became increasingly shrill, begging for release. "H!" her voice trembled incoherently, barely recognizable due to her heightened state of arousal as she closed her eyes, knowing full well Dr. Trigut was looking at her.

She bit her lip, attempting to contain her mounting desire. However, she quickly realized it was futile – it was impossible to resist the urges that had suddenly engulfed her whole being. Her fingers twisted inside her panties, seeking the ultimate gratification that lay hidden beneath layers of fabric. She pushed forward, driven by her insatiable need for completion.

Inside the darkness, the image projected onto Dr. Trigut's screen reflected the intensity of Blake's passion.

Then, Dr. Trigut reached out towards the camera and bent the camera down till it was aiming at his crotch as he sat on his desk. When the camera stopped shaking, I see he was unzipping his pants and his erection sprang forth. His brown cock jutted precariously above the restrained fabric in full view of the camera.

"Now open your eyes, you slut." Dr. Trigut whispered into the camera with a commanding voice.

Blake gasped audibly when she opened her eyes to a full view of Dr. Trigut's cock laid bare on the computer monitor.

Seeing it caused Blake's cheeks to flush with embarrassment, yet there was something deeply enticing about the situation unfolding before her. Dr. Trigut smirked wickedly, giving her just enough leeway to continue playing with herself. He knew exactly how to push her boundaries, ensuring every second spent together tested the limits of her previously suppressed desires.

Her fingers dipped deeper, curling around her achingly tight core. At this very moment, everything else fell away. Since marrying me, she’d been conditioned to repress her innermost desires, but now, they reared their heads with fierce determination.

It felt as though the floodgates of her sexuality had finally burst wide open, leaving no room for inhibitions or self-consciousness.

The fervor building up inside her demanded immediate relief, and her fingers swiftly glided over her clitoris. Each stroke sent electric currents coursing through her body, amplifying her arousal.

Losing herself in her fantasies, she saw herself in the arms of her many past lovers. Every thrust and embrace only served to fuel her hunger, which now sought nothing less than total satisfaction.

Despite her best efforts, however, her orgasm proved stubbornly elusive. With each passing minute, her frustration mounted.

Noticing her mounting agitation, Dr. Trigut offered words of encouragement, assuring her that sometimes it takes multiple attempts to reach the peak. But even with his guidance, the distance remained unbridgeable.

"Are you close?", Dr. Trigut asked as he realised she was rubbing herself furiously underneath the table as she mumbled the word no in a frustrated manner.

Making sure that she would be pushed right off the edge, he then whispered..."Now take your bra off " he commanded, his voice taking on a harsher edge. It seemed so natural for him to say, despite not having met in person, the way he spoke was as if he truly understood Blake, almost possessing her soul. The sensual power he held was palpable, drawing her closer still.

Stifling a whimper, Blake slipped the straps of her black bra off her shoulders. Her chest heaved with the excitement and fear that swelled within her. Using her free hand she pushed the cups down, while using her forearm to cover her nipples from view of the camera.

She leaned back, trying to hide her exposed breasts behind her arm, feeling vulnerable and yet incredibly excited. "Drop your hands” ordered Dr. Trigut in a husky voice.

"No, I can't...", moaned Blake who though mired in desire was afraid of how far she had went with Dr. Trigut. It was all supposed to be just a sharing session. How did it come to this?

Dr. Trigut who was already stroking his cock in full of the camera knew she needed one final push into the abyss.

"Drop you hands, show Daddy your tits.""

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Those words rang loudly in her mind and it was like a forgotten code phrase which made her arms heavy. Reluctantly, she allowed her hand to drop, exposing her naked bosom fully to the camera. She gasped softly, knowing that Dr. Trigut could see her, feeling vulnerable yet empowered by his voyeurism.

The moment she revealed her breasts to the words "Daddy", it was like spark that denotated a bomb of desire inside her. It exploded like an atom bomb and sent wave upon wave of illicit pleasure through her entire body. She came so violently, it almost scared her. The intense waves rippling through her body crashed against her senses, forcing a primal cry from her mouth as she released her pent-up sexual energy. Her fingers clawed at her pubic area as she convulsed in a powerful climax, writhing under the force of the immense release.

On screen, Dr. Trigut grunted loudly as he saw my wife's bare tits, her nipples pink and erect to his words and I saw spurts of white cum staining the camera.

He continued talking dirty to her as she started sucking on her own thumb, savouring the after taste of her own climax. "You are such a slut. You should be proud of it. You should embrace it again." Trigut snarled into the microphone.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed yet thrilled by the implications of those words, Blake hesitated briefly. Eventually, she managed to squeak out a response, her voice slightly higher than usual. "I can't believe we did this.".

"Don't forget who you really are. Your pleasure is meant to be shared with anyone you fancy. Be proud of the REAL you, because no matter whose cock is wrapped around your juicy lips, you are first and foremost a being of desire. Embrace it."

"We probably shouldn't tell my husband what we did. I think I got carried away.", Blake said meekly.

Dr. Trigut smiled deviously, replying in kind. "No worries. Our session is completely confidential. If you don't want others to know about this little secret, make sure not to share any further information regarding our sessions." As he said these words, a sense of dread crept up in Blake. Was she being threatened somehow?

"I'll see you both at the next scheduled session okay. In the meantime, be the real you. Embrace who you really are.", Dr Trigut said as he signed off the camera.

As the video feed cut to black. I crept backwards and went back to our bedroom as quietly as I could. It was about 15mins in before I felt her warmth on our bed as she hugged me dearly as my heart beat nervously. I knew I shouldn't confront her because I was so turned on by what I witnessed.

[OppaiOppai]

She really look nice when she was young.:p

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[JrBoy]

Wow, thanks for the great write up TS, camping and waiting for more :D:D:D

[zhaoxin]

waiting updates..

[SirLance]

Thank you for your nice story. Pls continue.

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OMG those boobs ....

[jwzx]

Hope TS will return soon!