Story:: Do you trust me?

[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.

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]

Originally Posted by 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.

She really look nice when she was young.

[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.



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.



"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.



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."

"

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]

Originally Posted by JiangYongBin

She really look nice when she was young.

=)

[JrBoy]

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

[zhaoxin]

waiting updates..

[SirLance]

Thank you for your nice story. Pls continue.

[calabrating]

Originally Posted by OppaiOppai

=)

OMG those boobs ....

[jwzx]

Hope TS will return soon!