[TheArtist]

Blowjob
It was late at night, the room dimly lit. Jane and I were together in bed. It was some time since we had sex, so I reached out to her, my fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of her nightgown. As I gently pulled it down, revealing her bare breasts, I felt a surge of lust

Her nipples were already hard, reacting to my touch. I rubbed her nipples with my fingertips, feeling them stiffen further. Jane let out a soft moan, her body responding to the familiar yet ever-exciting sensation. I leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her breast, and then flicked my tongue over her nipple, making her gasp.

Her breathing became heavier as I continued to play with her nipples, teasing and arousing her. I could feel her body arching towards me, craving more of my touch. I moved my hand lower, brushing it across her stomach and down to the waistband of her panties. I slipped my fingers under the fabric, feeling the wetness in her pussy.

She reached for the waistband of my shorts and slipped her hand inside, finding my cock already hard. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking gently, her touch sending pleasures through me.

Without a word, Jane shifted, positioning herself between my legs. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and desire. Slowly, she took my cock out of my boxers and I saw her lowered her head in the dark of the room. She leaned in, her breath warm against my skin, and kissed the tip of my erected cock with her warm lips.

Jane's tongue flicked out, licking the underside of my cock slowly and deliberately. She took her time, savoring the taste of my cock head in her mouth. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in time with the movements of her tongue. It was both torturously slow and incredibly arousing.

Then she opened her mouth wide and swallowed my cock deep into her mouth. I let out a low groan. Jane's lips formed a tight seal around my meat and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked gently. Her tongue continued to work, swirling around the tip before gliding along the underside. It felt damn shiok.

She bobbed her head up and down, taking me deeper with each motion, her hand still working at the base. I could feel the wet heat of her mouth enveloping me, the pressure building with each stroke. Her free hand moved to cup my balls, massaging gently, adding another wave of sensation to the already intense blowjob. The combination of her mouth, her hand, and the gentle pressure on my balls was driving me wild.

Jane increased her pace, her movements becoming more urgent as she sensed my approaching climax. She took me as deep as she could, her lips touching my balls and her nose buried in my cock hair. The combination of her mouth, tongue, and hand was overwhelming.

Then I came, my body shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm. Jane released my cock from her mouth and stroked it, drawing out every drop of my cum before rushing off to the bathroom to wash up.

Breathing heavily, I laid back onto the bed. It was a stark contrast to the blowjobs she used to give me, short, uncomfortable and I could feel her teeth. But now...

As we lay in bed, there a sudden and stark realization hit me. I lay there with Jane in my arms, her head resting on my chest, and the thought crept into my mind, uninvited and insistent. The skill, the confidence, the way she knew exactly how to drive me to cum—it wasn't just talent. It was practice.

I tried to push the thought away, but it lingered, stubbornly refusing to leave. Jane's blowjob, how she knew what to do and when, it all pointed to one undeniable conclusion: she had done this many times before. And it wasn't with me.

The reality of it hit me hard. A knot formed in my stomach, a mix of emotions building inside me. There was a sting of jealousy, a pang of betrayal, and a deep, unsettling sense of inadequacy. How many men had felt what I had just felt? How many had she sucked? Surely the men couldn't resist fucking her after that.

I glanced down at Jane, her face peaceful and content, completely unaware of the turmoil inside me. I felt a surge of conflicting emotions. On one hand, I loved her deeply, cherished every moment we spent together. On the other hand, the thought of her with other men, giving them the same pleasure she had just given me, and willingly allowing them to use her body to satisfy their lust, was almost too much to bear.

What I imagined was only the tip of the iceberg. What I didn’t know at that time was how the men had trained my wife to pleasure them. In particular, how Ivan had trained my wife to seduce and used her body to pleasure a man she had never met before…


Watched
Jane arrived at the hotel beside City Hall mrt. This was the third time she met with Ivan here. She felt a surge of nervousness as she stepped into the lift. She had met up with Ivan and had sex with him numerous times before, but today was different. Ivan had insisted on bringing along friends to watch their most intimate session. It wasn’t an easy decision but Ivan was reassuring. And she could totally be herself, not judged by anyone. Getting watched while she got fucked would also heightened her pleasures through the intense sense of desire the men would have for her. The thought drove her crazy. She was hesitant, but she decided to do this, maybe just once. This… Was her little secret world after all.


She stood in the centre of the hotel room. Her spaghetti strap black dress clung to her body, and the tightness pulled at her skin at every move. She was not wearing anything underneath the dress and it was apparent, as there wasn't any bra strap or panty line visible. The thin straps barely held up the low neckline, and the fullness of her breasts was alluring.

Ivan, dressed only in a white bathing robe, turned my wife to face the three men seated on the plush couch. They were from the same gym Ivan went, but my wife had never talked to them before. Their eyes were glued to her. Ivan stepped closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered something only she could hear and her face flushed red.

Ivan then reached around and cupped my wife's breasts through the fabric of her dress, the thin material doing little to conceal the roundness of her breasts. His fingers expertly found her nipples, teasing them until they hardened against the thin dress. Jane let out a soft moan, her body responding instinctively to his touch. The men on the couch leaned forward, their eyes widening with anticipation. They had been waiting for this day for a few weeks now. The thought of a sexy married woman agreeing to be fucked openly in front of other men added to their desire and anticipation. Who could resist such an opportunity?

As my wife stood there, facing the three men on the couch, her heart pounded in her chest. She felt the weight of their gazes on her, a mix of anticipation, desire, and lust. She felt both excited and nerve wracking at the same time. Ivan’s hands cupping her breasts from behind brought her back to the present moment. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped from her lips. His fingers kneaded her breasts, expertly pinching her nipples lightly until they stood erect against the dress. The sensation was overwhelming and the thrill of being watched by other men seemed to add to her pleasure. Her mind was full of conflicting emotions. The discomfort of being on display, of having her most intimate moments scrutinized by strangers, clashed with the excitement she felt. She was the center of their attention.

Ivan's caress grew more demanding, and began squeezing my wife's breasts harder. Her moans grew louder in return and her body shuddered at the sensations she was feeling. From behind, Ivan grabbed the underside of her full breasts, squeezing them upwards and pushing her cleavage higher above the neckline of her dress. He repeated this motion, enjoying the feel of her soft, yet firm breasts and the way she responded to his touch. After a few moments, he changed his technique, moving to fondle them in a slow, circular motion, his hands sliding easily over the smooth fabric of her dress. My wife could hear the men whispering to themselves, "wah, natural natural", and couldn't make up her mind if she should be feeling proud or embarrassed.

Ivan gently turned my wife around to face him, their eyes locking in the moment. His hands moved lower, gripping her buttocks firmly, pulling her closer to him. As if in response, my wife wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as the couple kissed deeply. The kiss was lustful, their tongues licked each other and sucking sounds soon filled the room. Ivan continued to caress her buttocks as they frenched. By now, my wife was getting more comfortable in front of the men and didn't object as Ivan slowly lifted the bottom of her dress as he fondled her ass.

Behind them, the men watched attentively. From the side, my wife could see them touching their crotches. Their erection was obvious underneath their jeans. The sight of their lust only fueled her own excitement. Ivan’s hands roamed freely over her body. His fingers found the bottom hem of her dress, lifting it slightly to reveal the bottom of her well toned buttocks. Her body trembled with anticipation. He played with the fabric, pulling it up slowly, teasing both her and the men watching. She could also feel Ivan's cock growing harder, and pressing against her stomach. She knew she would be fucked by this cock again soon, and the anticipation was killing her.

Ivan then turned my wife around to face the men again and continued to caress her body. My wife closed her eyes and turned her head backwards to kiss him. Her initial reluctance and fear were fading, and now replaced by the sensations she was feeling, and the thrill of being watched without any fear of judgement. Ivan had lifted her dress to her waist by now, and my wife's bare, shaven pussy was in full view to the three men. The men’s excitement grew, their breaths becoming more audible as they watched Ivan lifted my wife's dress slowly. One of them stood up and began unbuckling his belt and jeans to let out his hardened cock. He sat back down and began stroking himself. Upon seeing that, the other two men followed, releasing their erection in full view of my wife.

Ivan’s hands were everywhere, caressing, kneading, and teasing my wife. He kissed her neck to her collarbone, but careful not to leave any marks. My wife's moans grew louder, her body arching into his touch and kisses. Ivan continued caressing her body and had slipped her dress upwards, now exposing her underboobs. Without hesitation, she raised her arms, allowing Ivan to lift her dress over her head. My wife is now stark naked in front of the men.

The men cheered softly, and started to stroke their cocks at an increased pace. Ivan’s hands cupped her bare breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, drawing another moan from her lips. He whispered something to her again and my wife nodded slightly. With trembling hands, she reached down towards her pussy. She opened her legs wider, and with her fingers, she pulled her pussy folds open, exposing her raw, glistening wet insides to the men in front. This was the pussy I fucked, but in my wife's little secret world, this was the same pussy that other men had used for their pleasures too, over and over again. The fact that my wife had allowed multiple men to fuck her married pussy was a sharp stab in my heart, and it took years to overcome the jealousy I felt.

This was what Ivan had whispered to my wife at the start of the session. He wanted her to masturbate herself in front of the men. Initially, my wife was hesitant and blushed. Now, she had seemingly let go of any fear and hesitation, and began rubbing her clit and crying out at the pleasures she was feeling.

Ivan: Open your eyes, look at them.

My wife did as she was told. Her lustful look, while moaning and continuing to masturbate, were too much for one of the men. He came unexpectedly.

One of the men: Eh, weak.

The man who came: Fuck you.

The third man: I want to fuck her, look at her sia!

My wife quickened her rubbing on her clit, and her cries grew louder. A trail of pussy juice had ran down the side of her inner thigh. Ivan continued squeezing her breasts and the teasing on her nipples. The sheer audacity of the situation, the raw, unfiltered lust in the room, was unlike anything my wife had ever experienced. The fear and uncertainty were gone, and she had surrendered to the sensations flooding her senses.

Jane: ARGGHHh...hhhh!!!!

With a loud, uninhibited cry, she came. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The thrill of exposing herself to the men she had never met before, and engaging in such intimate act, added to the intensity of her orgasm such that some pussy juice spurted out as she came, before running another trail down her legs.

Ivan was pleased at what he saw. He turned my wife to face him and kissed her deeply. He then place a hand on her head. Knowing exactly what Ivan wanted, my wife knelt down obediently...