A story ten years in the making

[TheArtist]

Gym

After overhearing my wife had sex and bathed with another man during her trip to Taiwan, my mind couldn’t find peace. Her confession, or rather the conversation I overheard, played on a loop in my head. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t real, that I might have misheard or misinterpreted the words, but deep down, I knew the truth.

I tried to act normal. I didn’t know how to or should I confront her. Every time she picked up her phone to text or call someone, my chest tightened. Who was she messaging? Was it Jason or someone new? I started to notice how her phone never left her side. She’d smile faintly while typing. That smile felt like a dagger to my chest.

Me, casually: Who are you texting?

Jane: Oh, just some friends lah.

But I couldn’t shake the unease. The sound of her phone notifications became a trigger. Each ping made my mind race, imagining her setting up secret meetings or exchanging intimate words with another man.

Jane’s wardrobe also started to shift, or maybe I only just noticed it more now. She seemed to prefer tight dresses, low-cut tops, and skirts that barely covered her thighs. Her gym outfits, already form-fitting, now seemed almost intentionally provocative. That light purple set she wore the other day was practically etched into my brain, imagining how she would have flaunted her sexy body in front of the men in gym.

Me: Why are you dressing so sexy?

I asked her one evening as she adjusted her lipstick in the mirror, wearing a black bodycon dress that hugged her body tightly.

Jane: A woman look good for herself cannot meh.

She replied with a playful smirk, but her tone didn’t sit right with me.

I wondered: was she dressing up for me, or for someone else? Was there a man waiting for her, someone who would unzip that dress later and caress her naked body? Surely the man wouldn’t stop at that. Was she dolling herself up to meet another man to be fucked by him?

Then there were her appointments. Jane always seemed to have somewhere to go, like a lunch date, a coffee meeting or a work-related dinner. Each time she left, my mind spun in circles. Was she meeting a client or a lover? Was she stepping out as my wife or someone else’s mistress?

She’d leave the house with a casual wave and a carefree smile as she walked out. As the door closed behind her, I’d sit there, staring at the empty space she left behind, my heart heavy with suspicion.

The unease wasn’t just anxiety; it came with a strange, conflicting excitement. As much as I hated the idea of Jane with another man, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I imagined her in those moments, her body, her movements, her moans. I thought about Jason and how he must have fucked her in that hotel in Taiwan. How many times did he fuck my wife?

Did she respond to him like she did with me, or was it different? Did she let him explore her body in ways she never allowed me to? The thought of her giving herself so willingly, so freely, made my stomach churn with jealousy but also with a twisted kind of arousal.

Every time she left the house, I pictured her in some hotel room, her dress discarded on the floor, her body hugging another man’s. I wondered if she kissed them like she kissed me, if she whispered their names the way she whispered mine.

The nights were the worst. Jane would lie next to me, scrolling through her phone or chatting casually about her day, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was hiding something. Was she thinking about someone else while lying in my bed? Was her body used by another man that day?

One night, as she slept soundly beside me, I stayed awake, staring at the ceiling. My mind replayed the words I had overheard during her conversation with Jason.

“I already scrubbed and cleaned for you.”
“Didn’t I give it to you already?”
“Before bathing, didn’t we do it?”

The implications haunted me. They had sex before the shower, and she had scrubbed and cleaned for him, an act so personal and so intimate. I couldn’t stop picturing it, Jane kneeling in the shower, her hands running over Jason’s body, while she probably sucked his cock dry.

I started noticing little details about her behaviour that I’d never paid attention to before. She spent more time in front of the mirror, adjusting her makeup or her clothes. She was more playful and teasing, as if she carried some secret excitement within her.

One evening, as she stood by the dresser, applying perfume, I couldn’t help but ask…

Me: Do you ever regret it?

She paused, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

Jane: Huh? Regret what?

Me: You know... anything you’ve done that you haven’t told me about.

For a moment, her expression faltered, but then she smiled.

Jane: You siao ah! You’re overthinking again.

But was I?

Over time, the line between suspicion and excitement blurred. I hated the idea of Jane being with another man, yet the thought of her being desired, caressed and fucked by other men lit an excitement in me. It was a strange feeling, like jealousy and arousal both fighting within me.

Even now, as I watched her texting on her phone, her lips curling into a smile, I couldn’t help but wonder. Was she planning another meeting to have sex with a man who wasn’t me?

The gym had always been Jane’s haven, a place where she could let off steam, tone her body, and indulge in a guilty pleasure, the thrill of subtle flirtation. She dressed the part too

Jane stepped into the gym wearing her light purple outfit. The sports bra hugged her chest perfectly, emphasizing her full, round breasts and pert nipples. The neckline dipped just low enough to be alluring, showing off a hint of cleavage, while the snug fit pushed her curves into a perfect shape. The high-waist leggings clung to her hips and thighs, and emphasized her camel toe and rode up her curvy ass. The fabric was thin but not see-through, fitting her toned legs and ass nicely.

A few men glanced her way, their eyes following after her, but she acted like she didn’t notice. Instead, she smirked to herself.

Jane started her workout with a brisk walk on the treadmill. Her hips swayed with each step and her tight leggings emphasized her round butt. One man on the treadmill beside her kept glancing over, his eyes changing between the console and Jane’s figure. She finally turned her head slightly, catching his gaze in the reflection of the mirror in front of them. She gave him a quick, playful smile before looking away, as though it had been unintentional.

After a while, she moved to the squat rack, positioning herself where she could be easily seen. As she set up the weights, Ivan, approached her.

Ivan: You’re looking strong today, Jane.

Jane glanced at him, her lips curving into a mischievous smile: Strong enough to give you a run for your money?

Ivan chuckled: Maybe. But let me help you with your form first.

Jane played along, letting Ivan guide her through the workout. When she bent down for her squats, she could feel his gaze on her, lingering a little too long. She didn’t mind; in fact, she relished it. After all, she knew Ivan would probably want to fuck her again after the workout.

Later, after the gym had mostly emptied out, Jane headed toward the locker rooms. As she passed Ivan, he caught her arm gently.

Ivan: Hey. You’re not done yet, are you?

Jane: What do you mean?

Ivan: I mean, we could... cool down together here…

The implication was clear, and Jane didn’t hesitate. She followed him toward the showers, her pulse quickening with every step.

The shower area was quiet and the faint sound of water dripping echoing through the tiled space. Ivan led her to a corner stall, closing the door behind them.

Jane stood there for a moment, her light purple outfit now slightly damp from the humidity, clinging even tighter to her body. Ivan reached out, his fingers trailing along the hem of her sports bra.

Ivan: You’ve been driving me crazy all night...

Before she could respond, his lips met hers. Jane felt a rush of excitement as she returned the kiss, her hands sliding up to his chest. Ivan’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her close, their bodies pressing together.

As they kissed, Ivan’s hands slid beneath her sports bra, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Jane let out a soft moan, her body arching into his touch. He then reached down and cupped his hands on her round buttocks, before slowly caressing and squeezing her ass cheeks. He guided her backward until her back was against the cool tile wall, his lips moving from her mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to her collarbone.

Ivan then tugged at her leggings and pulled them down to reveal her bare skin and shaved pussy. Jane felt the cool air on her thighs and shivered. She was already soaking wet. Ivan stepped back for a moment and his eyes roamed over her exposed body.

Ivan quickly undressed and his toned body glistened in the wet shower. Jane’s eyes drifted downward, and again met the familiar cock that had violated her married pussy multiple times before. He stepped closer, lifting her effortlessly and pinning her against the wall. He took a moment to adjust his position, before entering my wife’s pussy raw in a single thrust.

Jane was fucked for the first time in the gym shower that day. Not just that, she was fucked raw again, something she grew to like as she could feel the cock head and the rubbery feel of the cock rubbing against her tight pussy walls. It felt so much better than a cock in condom. She was fucked in multiple standing positions next, and she completely submitted to Ivan’s desires. The session ended in Jane sucking him off, before swallowing his cum.

As they cleaned up afterward, Ivan leaned against the wall, watching Jane adjust her outfit.

Ivan: By the way, I’m not just a trainer here. I’m a co-owner. Got tell you before?

Jane froze for a moment: Sure anot?

Ivan said with a grin: Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.

Jane laughed softly: I didn’t know I was fucked by the boss…

Ivan: I’m just the co-owner. In fact, there’s another big boss. He’s looking at expanding the business. You saw him before too.

Jane: That big ang moh guy?

Ivan: Yup. He’s also very interested in you…

[seoultrain]

Welcome back. Great update. Can’t wait to hear more about Jane’s night with the boss.

[TheArtist]

Happy holidays bros and sis Glad to be back, though some updates are particularly difficult to pen down. Lots of emotions at play.