Ch. 04 - Wife Exposed to More Men

This chapter contains a lot of conversations and banter as I believe the exchanges between two parties is what makes a story hot, sexy and erotic. Not just the actions alone. As Chapter 4 explores further, it will develop into 4 sub-series of how my wife became who she is before resuming on Chapter 5 - where she lives out her fantasies.

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In the last chapter, a whole new side of her was revealed to me for the first time. Her willingness to indulge and embrace such debauchery, further leads me to believe that she had been very wild in the past beneath that gentle demure she carried. But one can only guess for now.

That being said, I haven't regretted a single bit thus far. She loved it, obviously. And so do I. But how far would we go? Who knows. As with all life, if I knew I wouldn't be here. Would that affect our marriage? Not at all, it brought us closer than ever before.

It's very important to realise that we both wanted it. We both enjoyed it just as much together. And that is also how we're going to enjoy sex in the future.

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Back home, we haven't quite really talked about what happened on the boat after that day, not because we didn't like it or that it created any tension between us. But because being home means returning back to reality and within the environment of people we know, it toned us down. We quickly settled back in and began our married lives together in our own space.

She had quit her job as she never actually had to work, given that I was able to cover all of our expenses and more. With that much free time, she regularly works out at a gym just a couple of streets down and occasionally goes shopping alone. Only once a month or so, she hangs out with her friends for a high tea or girl's night out. I came to know during our dating years that she disliked hanging out with them too often as they feel very uptight and sensitive with just about anything. But she particularly hated their gossiping attitude. In her words, "I could only tolerate that much of it so I rather meet them once or twice a month. Not more than necessary."

It was only two months later that our bedroom sex started to get back to the wild side. I guess, starting a new life in a different status and everything else thrown into the mix, had caught us in that transition phase. On one of the nights, I decided to bring that topic back up and frankly, I'm beginning to miss the wild actions we did.

"You know, we should try doing what we did again," I just casually remarked after making love with her.

"Oh? Which one are you referring to?" She asked.

"Hmm... All of it I supposed. I love how you embraced the idea of flashing your remarkably gorgeous body to strangers and I love it even more when strangers groped you freely."

She paused in her thoughts as though reminiscing back the nights and allowing herself to indulge in those moments again. She was noticeably stirred.

"Greedy aren't you? And?"

I wasn't expecting that from her. She probably knew that wasn't the end of it. Or perhaps she is insinuating that she was also hoping for more. Looking back at her, I replied. "And... I especially love watching you get ravaged by a group of men or strangers. Completely letting yourself loose and performing all of those dirty acts with them."

Her face flushed and her body trembled lightly. She was just staring straight up but you can obviously tell she's aroused yet holding back.

She whispered, hoarsely. "Especially?"

She noticed that keyword where I emphasized a fair bit more. To which I whispered back in her ears, "Yesss.. Don't you?"

She let out a very soft moan and closed her eyes before nodding her head.

"Tell me. Do you miss that?"

She looked straight into my eyes, licked her lips and said firmly. "Yes."

"Do you... want to do that again?"

This time, she didn't reply. But I can tell from her eyes and the response of her body, she wants it.

"I want you to say it and admit it to me." I commanded.

"But... we're too close to home," She hesitantly expressed her concerns. Now, I know what bothers her.

"Well... what goes behind the door, is no one's business. Besides, even if we were to do it again, we don't have to play with people we might know yet." Again, emphasising on the word yet.

"But... I'm also afraid of people knowing what we did and how.. They look at me." She said with a concerning tone.

"I know. I won't mask it and lie to you to say that there's no chance of it happening. But perhaps if I explained it this way, you may understand the perspective better - Do you think those porn stars and hookers enjoyed those demeaning stares from others and how they get judged? I don't think anyone who's sane enough would like that. And most of them did what they had to do out of necessity, not just for pleasure. Most certainly not. But if you let how people see you bother the way you wish to live, then you would be living miserably."

She listens in quietly, trying to register what I said with consideration. She knows I am right about some parts of it but still worries about what's beyond our control. "And if... things do go out of control?"

I smiled looking at her. "Then that's something we both have to deal with, together. The way people see or judge you, reflects on me too. Just as much, if not more for a man. Of course, it's always easier for men to say that because the chastity of a woman is way more than that and way more important. I get that too. But again, you would've been living as a person that others expect you to be rather than how you want to live."

Her perplexed expression shows a level of uncertainty yet carries an equal amount of understanding and realisation. And her face suddenly changed.

"And you compared me with those porn stars and hookers?" She stared.

"Uhh... No, don't twist my words. I never said that. But... from a fantasy point of view, that would've been soooo incredibly hot!" I responded jokingly with some hints.

"Oh I'm sure you would love to see that don't you?" She made a sly grinned. I just smiled and flipped her over for a rough fucking she's been waiting for. We collapsed on each other soon after, feeling revitalised and connected again from all the silence we have had since we returned. In our hearts and minds, we knew we cared. We crave. We desire. But some things take time to reconcile before embracing forward.

"Have you now imagined your wife as a porn star or a hooker?" She softly whispered.

I sheepishly nodded back, not entirely sure if she would feel offended or perhaps, turned on.

"Which one is it?"

I lifted myself up to look back at her. "You're not offended that I think of you this way?"

"Well.. those are just fantasies no? Unless you really wanted me to be..." she left that statement open, not wanting to conclude whatever we both had in mind and leaving it to me it seems.

It's my turn to hesitate because it's one thing to fantasize, it's another to really make it happen. I threw that question back at her. "To be what?"

She knew what I was playing at and she gladly played along. Her seductive expression muttered the very words that will forever be ingrained in my mind. "Unless.. you wanted me to be.." now it's her choice to choose either one or perhaps, both.

"A hooker." That was her choice. I instantly erected and shivered. And she most certainly felt that alright. She smiled gracefully, "A hooker it is then."

And we fucked like teenagers again before we fell asleep.

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The reconciliation of our emotions, thoughts and concerns had amped up our sexual thirst for one another as well as the roleplaying part in our bedroom. For the next couple of weeks, we begin reminiscing about the acts we did during our big day as it's an opposite thing you would do after making your vows. We role played some other scenes with her as a hooker and even replayed the video to get really sexually crazed. Every one of those nights, we always ended up fucking like rabbits.

But I know it's never the same again for her. What we had now is what most people would call it, making love with a connection. Sure, a lot wilder, rougher, crazier and maybe involving some roleplaying, but nevertheless it's a lovemaking session between a couple. But she what had experienced on the boat, that's fucking.

And every woman, just like man, needs a good fucking from time to time.

One night after we had a good rough sex, I decided to broach that topic again. "So would you do it?"

"What? The things we did on the boat or the roleplays? I don't know. I mean, we can't be walking up to a random stranger and say, 'hey! Would you like to fuck me?" She joked sarcastically.

"Why not? You did just fucked 3 strangers whom you only met 2 days prior." I joked along. She slapped me on my arms while grinning away, knowing full well that it is true. She did just fucked 3 strangers, it's just not that random is all.

"I'm kidding, of course. Forget about finding a guy, I'm just asking you if that's something we want to continue doing as a lifestyle."

"What do you mean by that?" She was puzzled by my response.

"I meant to say, this could be a part of how we live, like we talked about previously. On normal days and hours, we're just like any other people living their lives and getting through the routines. At night, we can have a different lifestyle that helps us get it out of the system. That could be fun, you know."

She pondered on what I said. "That does sound nice and interesting."

"Yeah, right? We can just let things happen naturally. We don't need to seek out for it, but if one comes knocking at the door, I just thought we can embrace it and see where that leads to."

"Ok, I'm agreeable with that. Sounds reasonable. What's the boundary then? Friends? Friends of friends? Or just complete strangers?"

I jumped up knowing that she's onboard to try this out for real. What we had at the resort doesn't need to be just a past or a dream. It can become reality now. "Well... you decide, I'm cool with it. You know how my buddies thirsted for you for eons."

"Is that so? I know that night they did say that, but that's because I was all dolled up and made pretty."

"Correction - you were dolled up to make you even prettier than you already are."

She smiled gently at that compliment. "But no, I wasn't aware they thirsted for me. I mean, they have seen hotter ones around the campus, I'm not the only one there you know."

"Yes, but you're the only one who's in close proximity with a few brushes and light gropes and all..."

"Oh, so you're aware they did that? In all the times that we're hanging out?"

"Of course sweetie, I saw everything. How they got you to fill their cups so they could peek into your dress, how they danced so close brushing your side boobs or ass innocently..."

She rose up to sit on my crotch and began grinding herself on my stiff cock. "And... you're alright with them taking liberties with me?"

I raised my hands to gently squeeze and massage her tits and closed my eyes as though I'm now fantasizing about it. "Yesss..."

She slowly shifted down, positioning her mouth near my cock and huskily whispered. "How far would you let them take advantage of me, their friend, your wife?"

Our eyes stared at each other, clearly filled with lust.

"I... would let them... take you and use you."

"You would.. let our friends use me as they please?"

"Yessss... and anyone else who wants to fuck you. The thought of what the captain, Jax and Mark did to you has been forever etched in my mind."

She went straight for my cock and throat fucked herself at it. The constant squelching and gagging sound got me really riled up.

Ungh.. Ungh... Orghh... Ahh...

As she released my cock from the depth of her throat to gasp for air, her face beamed red and lips wet from the mixture of precum and saliva. She licked the entire length of my shaft and gave it a few more thrusts down her throat before I shot my load straight into her belly.

"Oh god.. Fuck... Jen, you're just such an amazing cocksucker." I exclaimed, panting from the huge release.

She giggled confidently and licked her lips clean. "I know I am. So you meant what you said earlier? About our friends."

"I... don't know. I mean, yes I don't mind at all and it would've been such a huge turn on for all of us to know that you're available, but the reservation is the relationship we had with them. What's gonna happen after that? Will it continue or will it be awkward?" I shrugged.

"I know what you mean. Those are exactly my concerns too. But yeah, I can't deny that... it would be really hot I think."

I looked at her sultry expression and couldn't help but asked. "Do you not miss how those 3 guys fucked you thoroughly? 'Cause I don't think I quite get a direct response from you on that. It may just appear that I'm the only one wishing for it." Though I know she had hinted otherwise, hearing it from her will ensure I didn't assume anything I am not supposed to.

She looked at me seriously and answered. "Do you really want to hear the truth?" I nodded eagerly. She let out a sigh and said, "Then yes. I did think about it all the time, kinda missed it and even masturbated to that scene many times. But it's not in a... craving for it kind of way. Just the thought and scene excites me very much."

That's a good start for admitting what is on her mind. "Well... I'm glad to hear that. And... I supposed it also led you into imagining more?" She nodded.

She thought for a while before whispering into my ears. "I thoroughly enjoyed all those savages going hard at me like I was a hooker they picked up on the streets."

She nailed me.

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The wallet she picked up during the wedding night turns out to belong to one of my close buddy's friends. Clearly, he wasn't anxious that he had lost his wallet. Or was it on purpose? We had traced back and eventually got his number to arrange for a meetup. On that day, work creeped up and I couldn't step away so she had to go alone.

"You sure you can't come along?" She asked.

"Sorry hon, I can't. It's a client meet up face-to-face. Would you be able to handle him?"

She gave me a funny look. "Oh, how should I handle him?" She joked casually and looked downwards toward my crotch. She grinned and added on. "Should I be giving him special treatment then? Oh... what was it that you guys called it.. hmm.. happy ending was it?"

I was slightly dumbfounded and frankly, caught surprised by that remark. "Uh... Well.. I mean, you both are adults. I'm sure you're sensible enough to know how to handle him the right way. It's just lunch after all. How bad can it be right?" Dismissing the fact that I did think with my other head at that moment.

"Oh? So my sweet husband isn't asking his wife to provide any additional services this time round?"

I swallowed hard at her insinuation of pushing it further. Is she just teasing me or as a matter of factly, embracing the lifestyle right now.

"Hmmm...?" She gently grabbed my crotch and found her answer. I was hard.

She looked straight into my eyes and already knew what I was thinking without saying it out loud. "Fine then." And she gave a mischievous grin before walking away. It was all fine and well roleplaying and dirty talking with me, but to actually go through with it so close to home is still a whole different level. More so for her.

While she didn't dress seductively in any way, her red mini-dress was short and low cut with just enough cleavage to reveal her sexiness. She put on light makeup and a red lipstick, as she always preferred, since her flawless skin was already perfect to begin with. Adding on to the looks with her long wavy light-brown hair, a pair of glittering earrings and black high heels, she completed the image of a model.

She arrived earlier than expected and decided to wait up at his office as he couldn't step away as well. What she didn't know is that he was a pretty senior person with his own office room and secretary. Upon arrival, the receptionist ushered her inside passing by many desks with people raising their heads peeking to see who had come. Coincidentally, this section of the office, most likely his team, were all males. Their eyes went wide and stared at her as she walked past, wondering what is a beauty like her doing here.

She saw all the attention given to her and couldn't help but blush red. She gave a gentle smile before reaching the waiting area and sat down. In the distance, she could hear some chattering amongst the guys and some giggles. She knew what they might be talking about and chuckled lightly on the note that she could have such a powerful effect on guys.

Well.. Looks like your buddy's friend is pretty well to do, with a team full of guys under his wing, - she texted me while waiting.

Oh, really? And what did my pretty wife do then? - I responded.

Hmm? You wanted me to do something? What are you hoping to see? - She replied.

I don't know but I'm sure all of them are gonna be rooted in their seats because of their hard-on, - I rebutted back playing dumb.

You didn't answer me. You seem to expect me to do something for them. What is it? - She was determined to get that answer out from me.

It took me a while to collect my thoughts and decide if I want to push things forward. It is, after all, me who had been trying to convince her in the first place. So rightfully, I should take that first step.

Well.. do what you deem appropriate in that situation. I can't tell what's too much from here. But I'm sure flashing them will surely make their day, - I finally replied to her.

Just then, he came out from his office and she couldn't reply to me in time, leaving me in suspense. He was instantly mesmerized by her beauty, and eyed her up and down before snapping back to apologize for doing that.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer. Shaun's wife. We reached out to you because I found your wallet." She cleared her throat to get his attention back.

"Oh yes yes! I'm Jason, nice meeting you. I'm so sorry for... uhh.. it was not intentional. Just.. an instinct when one sees such beauty. I must say, you are certainly very hard to forget after seeing you once." She blushed and said thank you for his kind words. She, too, was eyeing him up and down and noticed his chiseled face, clean and well groomed. His neatly ironed suite wraps around his muscular physique, completing his suave gentlemen look.

Wow. He certainly looks good at his age, She giggled in her mind with a tinge of shyness like a teenager in the face of a handsome well-groomed gentleman.

"Oh! Please follow me. I would like to introduce you to another colleague of mine. He had attended your wedding as well and I thought you should see him too. Let's see if he's around."

His room was just a short distance away from Jason's but unfortunately, he was not in his room. On their way back, they had to cut across Jason's team and so he did what a good host would normally do.

"And these guys here are my team. They have been with me for a really long time. Had wanted to invite them to your wedding too but we would've occupied too many seats." One of the guys stood up and walked over to them. He was a young and tall chap with a nice physique.

"Sir, the documents you wanted are ready." As he came closer to them, he was awestruck by my wife's beauty and tripped himself with the documents scattered onto the floor.

Jen quickly offered to help pick them up as well. As she bent over, her low cut dress provided ample view of her cleavage and a slight tease of her lacy black bra. The direction she was facing was obviously towards all the guys at the desks. Almost at the same speed, all of them stood up to get a better view of her flashing.

Oops! Looks like I may have accidentally got their attention now, She smirked at the thought after noticing movements around the desks.