A story ten years in the making

[84978]

Baobei so sexy!!

[hihihihi123]

Originally Posted by TheArtist

I am not fine. I felt hurt. I felt betrayed. Despite so many years had passed, I still feel unbalanced and have mood swings from time to time. But I have to go on.

glad you go on. if you need anyone to talk to, just PM

[TheArtist]

Originally Posted by hihihihi123

glad you go on. if you need anyone to talk to, just PM

Thanks bro.

[TheArtist]

JB


Jane had packed her luggage for her upcoming company retreat in JB — three days of seminars, team-building activities, and socializing with colleagues. She had told me about it earlier in the month, nothing unusual, as her company had overseas retreats each year around the same time. What drew my suspicions was that her past retreats were typically two days, over the weekends. As her department was in sales, they were unable to extend their stays to Mondays, a production day. Of course, I didn't know better.

Communications with her over the three days were short, she wanted to leverage on the hotel wifi and hence did not buy an overseas data plan. She came back, nothing out of the ordinary, but had an acute gastric attack. She told me it was due to the spicy food she ate there, and her tolerance to spicy food was quite low.

I could feel there was more to the story, something she wasn’t telling me. I knew her well enough to sense when she was holding back. And that was the part that lingered with me—the not knowing. To this day, I did not figure out what exactly had happened. Perhaps I was overthinking, I was getting sensitive, perhaps.

Or perhaps I can post the question to the bros here. What does everyone think could have happened then? Could there be more to the gastric pain she experienced? Gather collective wisdom, and explore a new way of writing. More updates to come, albeit this one being short

[TheArtist]

Sore

Jane: Baobei… 😖 I’m feeling a bit sore…

Jason: Aiyo, baobei where sore? You okay? What happened?

Jane: My lower abdomen, lah. Very sore and tight. Your fault!!

Jason: Sorry baobei... I didn’t think you’d feel it after!

Jane: Well, I do feel it now 🥲

Jason: That day you’re such a good girl…

Jason:
Maybe next time cannot like that le 😘

Jane: Stop teasing, I’m still recovering 🫣
🙄 you’re too much

Jason: So… what did you tell your husband? About the pain? 🤔

Jane: i told him it’s gastric 😬

Jason: He believe ma baobei? No idea ah he?

Jane: Yeah, no idea 🤭 I didn’t tell him anything about Ipoh… he thinks I had a normal trip.
I kept it simple… just told him I felt unwell when I came back. 😅

Jason:
Smart girl 😉 If only he knew...

Jane: shhhh 🤭

Jason: Don’t worry… but I miss you already... Everytime think of baobei pretty face I become hard immediately

Jane: Baobei so naughty... Miss U 😙

Jason: So… next time? 😏

Jane: Mmm… I haven’t thought about it 🤭

Jason: Your that black night gown... So sexy...

Jane: huh? 😳 You want to make me sore again issit? 😂 Cannot!! Must wait le... Come le ...

Jason: Then how? I'm thinking of baobei now, cannot work, cannot sleep

Jane:
Haha, don’t give me another excuse to lie about my "gastric" again 😂

Jason: Don’t worry… next time I massage you nicely

Jane: See first...

Jason: Baobei I want to see you...

Jane:...

[eliabellona]

Very good story, support! Please continue

[TheArtist]

TW


Jason: Taiwan was great. We are good at playing couple in front of your friends. Love you baobei.

Jane: Haha, yea. It’s been fun.

Jason: It’s been more than fun... especially those nights. You know... 😏

Jane: idiot. By the way, I was thinking... the baths. You know if a guy and girl bathe together, things are bound to happen. If got reaction, then… will proceed naturally, right?

Jason: Ya, you know how it goes. 😏 But, I noticed you asked me why I was in the bath so long. What do you think happened?

Jane: Haha, yeah!! What was up with that? You were in there forever. I already clean and scrub you already why you still inside so long?

Jason: Your fault... let’s just say when you were cleaning me, especially when you washed there... He got hard again. 😂

Jane: Huh, seriously? Didn’t we finish before we even got into the bath? You mean you still had to finish?

Jason: Ya....

Jane: Then? That's the day we went KTV right? You said still got time, ask me sit on top. Already gave you le... Not enough????

Jason: Haha, yeah, but once you touched me again in there... I cant help it. Hard all over again. 😏

Jane: Aiyooooooo... You’re unbelievable! I thought already finished, end already then we go bathe. So what, you just jerk off after I left the bathroom ah 😂

Jason: Ya. I had to. You got me going again, but you were already out of the bath... I cannot take it if cannot finish...

Jane: Aiyooo. I didn't realise you hard again. Thought help you wash then ok liao. Didn't know baobei never finish will feel bad... I guess have to help you finish properly next time 😉

Jason: You say de hor baobei. Baobei is the prettiest.

And that's how I came to know the truth: my wife met Jason in Taiwan and was fucked by him, night after night. What was supposed to be a simple charity trip with her friends, who didn’t  know she was married, turned into something much more. She didn't tell me all the details at first, of course. Jane made it sound like an innocent getaway, but the truth trickled out in bits and pieces.

The trip had been arranged months ago. Jane was going with her charity group, a few friends who had no idea about her double life or her marriage to me. They saw her as a single, carefree woman, someone who could do as she pleased. So when Jason showed up, nothing seemed out of the ordinary to them. To them, he was just her boyfriend.

I could imagine them together, acting like a loving couple in public—holding hands, laughing, hugging and exchanging kisses. In the privacy of their hotel room, though, things were different. She didn’t need to pretend there. She admitted that they made love every night, maybe even during the day when they had a moment alone. Quickies, most likely, between the planned activities of the trip. Though she didn’t go into detail, I could piece it together.

She mentioned their bath together. As though the idea of her bathing with another man, washing his cock with her hands, wasn’t bad enough... It was clear that wasn’t the only time they were intimate. From her tone, I could guess what else had happened. The way she casually mentioned their nights together, without elaborating, made it obvious. I didn’t need to ask; I knew she’d likely sucked him off too. That was just the kind of relationship they had. She knew how much Jason loved it.

It was a gut-wrenching realization. What started as a simple trip with friends turned into days and nights of intimacy with Jason. Nothing I could ever imagine when I sent her off to Taiwan at the airport. Of course, I could tell there was more with the other men too, as her breaks from work continued to be common.

Jane continued her routine, seamlessly moving between two worlds. During the day, she was still the same loving wife, attending to her duties at home—cleaning, cooking, taking care of things as she always had. But at night, or during the hours when she was supposed to be "out with friends" or "running errands," it was clear she was slipping away to meet Gary, Ivan, and Jason in various hotels. No prizes for guessing what they did to her behind closed doors.

There was a stark difference in how our lives had become. At home, she was affectionate, and outwardly, everything seemed normal. But we had sex a whole lot less. It was hard not to notice. It felt like every time I tried to initiate something, there was a reluctance in her, as though her body and mind had already been fully satisfied elsewhere. I could only guess if she was holding me off, preserving herself for her meetings with them—waiting for those moments when they could have her completely to themselves and fuck her to their hearts content. Was I just an afterthought? Was she saving all her passion for them?

Her phone constantly buzzed with messages, and though I didn’t pry, I knew exactly who was on the other side of the screen. The flirtatious exchanges between her and the other men continued. The playful teasing, the provocative messages were were never-ending. She would send them photos, posing in outfits I had never seen her wear for me. I would catch glimpses of her snapping pictures of herself in tight dresses, lingerie, and outfits that clung to her figure, her breasts pushed up, or a cheeky flash of her bare skin. It was all for them. She was always eager to share with them, to keep them wanting more.

When I did manage to get some intimacy, it was different. It felt disconnected, almost obligatory. There was a passion she once had that now seemed to be elsewhere. It was like she was reserving her body for them, for those secret moments in the hotels where she could be herself—where she didn’t have to be a wife, but just a woman who wanted to be fucked hard by multiple men. It was hard not to wonder if each time she refused me, it was because she was looking forward to her next meeting with one of them, or she was already fucked that day. Maybe it was the thought of their hands all over her body, their large cocks ravaging the insides of her tight pussy, and their whispered demands that kept her excited, far more than what I could give her.

Her meetings with them were frequent, as though they couldn’t get enough of her. Gary, Ivan, and Jason probably all took their turns. Each man had something different to offer her, and she craved the variety. I wasn’t in her world when she was with them; I could only imagine what went on. But from the way her phone lit up, the way she smiled at their messages, and the way her body seemed always in anticipation, I knew.

And this photo which I managed to take a snapshot of... It was clearly her in a hotel room. The black bikini was a stark contrast to her fair skin. I couldn't tell if this was before or after she was fucked, nor by which man. Or how many men there were. My thoughts and imagination ran off the charts, and I wasn't able to focus on my life then.