Ch. 04.1 - Wife Plays with Two Men

A big shoutout and thank you to all the readers who have followed my series thus far. I hope you are enjoying it as much as it was for me to write about them. And I hoped it provided a sensational mind-blowing session for you too.

For readers new to my series--I want to tell an erotic story deep with emotions, conversations and some character development. They are long, lots of exchanges and small details with added twists but they only make my story more compelling. At least I hope they did. So if you're here just for the wham bam, fuck and action--sorry, that's not my style.

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The truth is, I would never have imagined she had such a high body count in the past. Is that a bad thing? Did I mind? Absolutely not. From the moment I met her, I knew she was my goddess. And nothing is going to change that.

But I was very much intrigued.

"Well, it looks like you're more than ok to explore a little more now, aren't you?" I asked her, with some anticipation after her unplanned encounter with the pizza delivery boy last Saturday.

She finished her last mouthful of food before smiling at me. "If that's what you want me to do."

"I...," knowing that she pushed that decision right back at me, it is now the chance to take a step forward. "Yes, that's what I want."

She arched an eyebrow, her gaze fixed on me with a curious, questioning look. "Ok, I wasn't expecting you to agree so quickly, but I guess... Are you sure?"

"Yes, I can't be surer than sure," I affirmed confidently, my tone unwavering.

"Oh, really?" she replied, her lips curving into a sly smile. "And what do you have in mind for a start, since you're so sure about it? I'm curious," She added, her eyes glinting with playful intrigue.

"I.. haven't really thought through that yet, but I guess at every opportunity we get we could try flashing your sexy body for a start?" I responded without a real plan in mind.

She laughed, clearly amused at how I had unwittingly cornered myself with my own request. It hit me then--she was toying with me, enjoying every moment of it. Before I knew it, we were caught up in a playful pillow fight in the middle of our living room.

Laughter echoed through the space as we joked and teased each other. Eventually, the teasing softened, replaced by an intense gaze that lingered for just a moment before we melted into each other's arms. Hugging passionately, the playful atmosphere transformed into something far more intimate as we made love right there on the living room floor, lost in the magic of the moment.

"I know I've said this a thousand times now, but sweetie, you're the best gift I've had in my entire life. I mean it," I spoke the words, pouring every ounce of love and warmth I could into them.

She giggled softly, blushing at my heartfelt confession. "I know, honey. And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me too," she said, her eyes shining with affection. Then, with a mischievous grin, she added, "And that's saying a lot, considering... how many guys I've already slept with."

Her playful wink made me chuckle, and I responded by gently stroking her hair, letting my fingers trail through its softness. Without a word, I leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, one that spoke all the love I couldn't put into words.

Ding...!

She reached out for her phone to check the new message. "Oh babe, it's confirmed! I've got my own private trainer now it seems." She said excitedly.

"And... that's.. new how?" I didn't catch her drift at that. She had been hitting the gym regularly with Alvin as her trainer since the beginning, is she getting a new one?

"Oh, sorry I forgot to mention it. You know I said I was interested in picking up boxing? I went to one of them the other day after my gym session, just a street further down. But apparently, there is a queue due to overwhelming requests. So I had to wait. That message just confirmed I had one now and I can start training next week!"

"Oh that's great! But... err... looks like I'm gonna lose all the fights now then," We both burst into laughter, and she playfully collapsed onto me, her warm, familiar body a comforting embrace as our laughter slowly subsided.

"You know," she whispered softly, her voice low and sultry as her lips brushed against my ear, "even if you lose every single time, I would still be obeying your every command. Because I'm yours--forever yours to command."

Her words were a tantalizing mix of sweetness and raw eroticism. I wasn't sure which to focus on--the emotional depth of her confession or the electric sensation of her soft tits pressed firmly against my chest and her warm, enticing pussy rubbing against my growing arousal.

"You're feeling it, aren't you?" she teased, her voice dripping with seduction as she continued to grind against me, her movements slow and deliberate. The look in her eyes was a smoldering invitation, and at that moment, all my resolve crumbled.

"God... this feels good. My weekend is... perfect!" I yelled out loud, feeling exhausted after round two.

"Glad you enjoyed it, babe. Come on, let's clean up. We gotta run for groceries before I'm late for my dinner date," she jumped and went straight up for a shower. I thought for a moment and recalled she had a dinner date with Alvin--one that he had patiently waited for months to get that chance. I quickly cleared the area and joined her soon after.

Alvin has been her gym trainer for slightly more than five months now. She hired him to help her with a tailored workout routine focused on specific areas of her body, aiming to further tone and maintain her curves before the wedding. Over time, she grew comfortable with him, and their professional relationship naturally evolved.

I've met Alvin a few times myself. He wasn't shy about exchanging playful banter and harmless flirts with Jen, which doesn't bother me in the slightest. He was clearly sexually attracted to her but knew the boundaries. Or perhaps, he's just waiting for a sign from her to make a move. I haven't spent much time hanging out with him, but we get along well enough. More importantly, I can tell Jen feels comfortable around him--maybe even attracted. With his muscular build and charm, it's easy to see why.

As she stepped out of the shower room, droplets of water clung to her skin, her body glistening in the light like a work of art. I couldn't help but admire how flawlessly she maintained her figure. "Hon, why don't you put on something loose for the grocery trip later?" I suggested, my tone playful. "You know, show off that hot body of yours a little."

She paused, turning to face me, her gaze traveling from my face to my crotch with a knowing smirk, as though deciding which head was doing the thinking. "Just a little? That's reasonable," she teased. "I thought you'd ask me to show off a lot more."

"Is that... an option?" I asked sheepishly, unable to hide the playful glint in my eyes. "I wouldn't mind at all."

Her smirk deepened, her eyes glinting with mischief. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a sultry tone. "How much more are we talking about?"

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We parked the car and hurried inside, the pressure of time making us move swiftly. As soon as we entered, the cold air hit us, and I noticed how the chill made her more aware of her surroundings.

"Geez... If I'd known it was this cold, I wouldn't have agreed to dress like this," she muttered as she rubbed her arms, indicating the chill air she felt.

"Yeah, sorry about that," I replied, feeling guilty. "I definitely wouldn't have let you go out like this if I'd known." Without hesitation, I quickly reached for my outerwear. "Here, take this. I don't want you catching a cold."

"It's fine. It's cold but not freezing, I can deal with it," she smiled back, acknowledging my sweet gesture. But there was something in her tone--an underlying excitement, a subtle spark of anticipation. I couldn't quite place it, but it felt like... she was enjoying the thrill of the situation more than she was letting on.

Perhaps, she's starting to get more comfortable with stepping outside her usual boundaries. Maybe she's enjoying the adrenaline of doing something a little daring, a little more provocative than usual., I thought. The idea sent a wave of intrigue through me, and I couldn't help but wonder how far she was willing to push things.

All the staffs' eyes immediately flickered in her direction, unable to hide their interest. Her oversized white shirt fell just to her mid-thigh, flowing loosely yet revealing. The sleeveless fabric left little to the imagination, allowing anyone nearby to steal a glimpse of the curves she had. Beneath the fabric, she wore nothing but her thong and bra, the subtle outlines and colour sending an undeniable stir.

It's not unusual for people to dress more casually or loosely during this season, especially with the heat making everything feel a little more laid-back. But we took it to the next level--no shorts, just her shirt falling effortlessly, leaving her legs bare and exposed to the eyes of anyone who might dare to look. Her long wavy styled hair exudes a confident allure and the pair of elegant earrings hinted at her refined taste, complimenting the striking and attention-grabbing choice of attire.

I made sure to keep a respectful distance, as we had agreed, giving her enough space to move freely while still allowing the guys around us to get closer, hoping for a chance to peek or strike up a conversation. It was almost as if the space between us created an unspoken invitation for attention, the air around her charged with the kind of allure that made it impossible for anyone not to notice.

I carefully watched the subtle interactions, the way the eyes of others lingered just a little longer, drawn to her presence.

She stood near the vegetable shelves, casually inspecting the fresh produce, when an older man approached, pretending to browse through the items. But it was clear to anyone who was paying attention that he had no interest in picking out anything. His movements were too deliberate, too slow, as if he was intentionally taking his time in proximity to her, his gaze lingering just a little too long.

The odds of a man--especially one as rugged and out of place as him--actually picking vegetables in this section were slim to none. His worn clothes and grizzled features contrasted sharply with the elegant grace of my wife, but that didn't stop him from inching closer. His eyes carried a perverted gleam as he "accidentally" bumped into her, sweeping down her form as if he were inspecting every inch of her body.

The old man had clearly been sizing her up, and Jen knew very well where he was looking. Her instincts kicked in, and she could feel her heart racing, her body tensing with excitement and perversion at the thought of such a man ogling her publicly. The chill from the fridge seemed to only intensify her senses, the cold air cutting through her thin shirt, making her nipples hard.

Gosh, look at the stark contrast between them. Clearly out of his league while she stood there, youthful, elegant and effortlessly sexy. Would she take this further with the old man? I thought.

Should I..., she wondered too.

His gaze was unwavering, intensely fixed on her body as she tried to reach for a pack perched at the top of the shelf. The stretch of her body created a tantalizing gap, revealing the delicate pink lace of her bra, a treasure momentarily fully exposed. The older man's eyes darkened with desire, and he tilted his head ever so slightly, captivated, as if trying to drink in every enticing detail she unwittingly offered.

"Sorry sir, I can't quite reach this. Could you.. help me out?" She asked with polite grace, her tone carrying the refinement of someone far from this area. The old man looked up, meeting her gaze. It was in that moment that he truly noticed her beauty. His mouth slightly parted, eyes lingering on her pretty face, as he reached out to grab the pack she needed and handed it to her with a quiet nod.

Without making it too obvious, she tried balancing the packs in her hands, deliberately letting one slip as though she was struggling to manage them all.

"Oh shoot, look at my clumsiness," she murmured apologetically, her words directed to no one in particular. She quickly bent over to retrieve the pack from the floor and her oversized white shirt opened agape. The wide opening at the neckline, offered the old man yet again, an unobstructed view of her ample chest from above. He stared, eyes wide open as a hint of drool escaped from the corner of his mouth.

As she straightened up, she gave the old man a brief, playful smile. She muttered her thanks before gracefully walking away, leaving the air filled with the lingering scent of her perfume.

Wherever she wandered, a subtle parade of men seemed to follow in her wake, the old man among them. Though his presence felt slightly unsettling, he maintained a respectful distance, perhaps mindful of the nearby staff observing the scene. As she carefully selected items for the week ahead, various suitors approached--each one eager to offer assistance or make conversation, drawn in by her undeniable allure. The atmosphere buzzed with their attention, causing a little scene at a place where it usually steeped in quietness.

Turning into an aisle, she tried to reach for something atop the shelf once more. This time, her interest was genuine, and as she reached higher, the fabric of her shirt rode upwards against her skin. The shelf seemed to mock her height, forcing her to stretch and arch her back, a movement both alluring and sexy. The only gentleman in that aisle shifted his gaze in her direction and beheld a provocative sight of Jen, her bra completely revealed. Her shirt raised well above, the pink thong she wore was now visible, partially showing her firm ass to any curious onlookers passing by.

The gentleman approached, his presence radiating both confidence and desire. He offered to retrieve the item, stepping closer, his eyes locking onto hers with a charming smile that sent a spark.

"Hey gorgeous, here you go. Could've just asked me to get you anything. Someone looking as good as you are, can get anyone to do anything for her."

She giggled softly, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks at his charming compliment. "Thank you, but no," she replied with a modest smile. "I'm just an ordinary housewife. And I'm sure someone like you has no trouble finding plenty of gorgeous women out there." As she spoke, she raised her hand and playfully wiggled her fingers, drawing attention to her wedding ring.

"No way! There's no chance you'd pass as an ordinary housewife," he replied with a charming grin. "Pardon me for saying, but you're absolutely smoking hot--and dressed to kill," he added with a playful wink.

"Did I now? The heat is really awful and I just wanted to keep cool. Didn't know it would have that kind of effect," She said innocently while brushing strands of hair behind her ears. "It... seems to have caused a stir."

"Yes, I suppose you did. I must have done something truly good this week to be blessed with the privilege of witnessing your beauty."

"Aw, now you're flattering me and pushing it. But thanks," she said. "Though my husband must've built up a lifetime's worth of good deeds, then." She chuckled at her own remark, subtly reminding him that she is already attached.

He continued with a notable sigh. "Ahh... yes, your husband is indeed lucky."

She chuckled softly, offering her thanks again before starting to walk away. "Wait, may I... still have the honour of exchanging numbers with you?" He called out, his voice tinged with a small hope, making one last attempt before the opportunity slipped away forever.

She turned, gave a warming yet polite smile. "But I'm already married." Another point blank reminder.

Relentless in his pursuit, he hurried over and took out his phone. "Well, we can still be friends though."

She studied him for a moment and thought playfully. "Are you sure that's all you wanted?" She smiled knowingly at him, shaking her head with a mixture of amusement and flattery.

"I... err," he smiled nervously but decided to be honest with his intent. "You're... just too breathtaking, honestly. I simply couldn't just let this moment pass without trying." He shrugged his shoulders half-heartedly.

"You... didn't answer me," She murmured, leaning in closer between them. Her voice was soft but laced with an almost hypnotic allure. Staring deep into his eyes, her gaze deadly smoldering like a force disarming him.

He was breathless, and hoarsely replied with a weak, "Y.... yes..." as his voice faltered under the weight of her piercing gaze.

"Ah... Yes to all that you wanted--just friends?" She probed further with a dangerous playfulness in her expression.

"N... no... I... no," he managed to answer without completing his sentence. She straightened up, the moment of intensity dissolving and brushed her hair behind her ear. She tilted her head slightly, a sly smile tugging at the corner of her lips, savoring the effect she had on him and took his phone over.

"Just friends. And no, I don't intend to meet you," She turned and began to walk away again, leaving him frozen in place, his heart pounding wildly. Before disappearing from his line of sight, she glanced back over her shoulder, eyes shimmering with mischief.

It was a look that promised she would linger in his mind far longer than he could have imagined.

She approached the same young staff who had been lingering near the crowd that seemed to follow her everywhere. With a polite yet commanding tone, she requested him to help carry a dozen beers to the counter for her. As she finalized her purchases, he eagerly assisted, his enthusiasm evident as he quickly offered to carry the heavy load to the vehicle for her. She said her thanks with a warm smile, her tone polite yet irresistibly charming.

She's beginning to embrace it now, I thought to myself as I watched her from a distance. Her natural ability to leave anyone spellbound by her charm, enchanting and seducing any man or woman she desires.

Her deadly gaze, equal parts allure and confidence, could bring even the most composed to their knees. It wasn't just about her beauty; it was the way she carried herself and the words, weaving a spell over anyone in her presence.

They made their way to my car and began loading the bags into the trunk. Each time she leaned forward to place an item, her oversized shirt shifted, lifting to reveal desirable glimpses of her body. The sides gaped open, exposing the curve of her waist up to her bra, while the hem flirted with rising just enough to make anyone nearby catch their breath.

The young staff's voice wavered, betraying his excitement of noticing her pink thong. "Hey, I... I... think you should shift the items further in to make space," his voice breaking, eyes darting between her and the trunk as if trying to mask his true intentions.

She paused for a moment, turning her head slightly to glance at him then his crotch, noticing a small tent. "Oh? You think so?" She asked with an amused smile. Then, without hesitation, she leaned further into the trunk, her movements deliberate yet seemingly natural.

Her loose shirt shifted even more, giving the young staff fleeting glimpses that made him flushed with a mixture of desire and undeniable fascination. She could barely suppress a mischievous grin threatening to form now.

"Oh my.. god... Geez..," the voice of the young staff was barely a whisper, yet loud enough for Jen to catch. She bit her lip, pretending not to notice. Reaching to the other side of the trunk, she stretched her arm, and this time, her loose shirt fell away to expose a large mound embraced by her delicate pink lacy bra.

"Holy... mama...," he blurted out, his awe breaking through any attempt at composure. She giggled softly at his flustered state. The playful sound only seemed to heighten his embarrassment.

Just as she was about to straighten up, her foot slipped slightly, and she lost her balance. She began to tumble to her side, her loose shirt flaring out, and the young staff, wide-eyed and panicked, lunged forward to catch her.

Instinctively, both his hands shot out to steady her, gripping her firmly to prevent the fall. In his hurried attempt, one of his hands cupped her right tit while his other hand hugged her small waist tightly clasped to his body.

Her breath hitched at the intimate contact and she could faintly hear his rapid heartbeat, as she continued lingering in his tight embrace, longer than she should have. He, on the other hand, froze completely, his face turning a deep shade of crimson.

It's so... soft... and full! I can't seem to... grab it whole... with a single hand, he thought excitedly. Is this how all fully grown up boobs felt like? Man, this feels amazing!

As his hand continued to linger on her chest, the touch stirred an undeniable reaction in him, with his hardened arousal pressed against her body as he also began to lean in slightly, drawn by the intoxicating allure of her scent.

"Can you... hold me up now, please?" she murmured, glancing back up at him, her expression a mix of innocence and amusement knowing that she had created the desired effect on him.

"I-I'm so sorry!" he stammered, quickly retracting his hands as if burned, his gaze darting anywhere but at her. He helped her to her feet as she steadied herself and adjusted her shirt, a subtle awkwardness in the air.

"It's alright," she said softly. "I suppose I should thank you for catching me tightly." Emphasising on the word of intimacy.

He nodded, swallowing hard, clearly at a loss of words. It took him a moment to gather some strength to respond back. "No... no problem ma'am, you're... very much welcome. Anytime, anything you need, all you have to do is ask," he continued his lusty stare at her. "Y... you're..."

"Hmm? What is it?" She tilted her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Oh... err... nothing. Tha... thank you," he muttered.

Jen chuckled softly at his embarrassment. "Why are you saying thanks to me?" She asked, her tone teasing. "I should be thanking you."

"Oh...," he blinked, clearly thrown off by her response. "I... um... wanted to apologise for... I accidentally... err... onto...," his voice faltered, words failing him once more.

"Accidentally what...?" she repeated, allowing the silence to stretch just long enough to make him squirm.

He looked away, his face reddening further. "I... I mean, I didn't mean to--I'm sorry." Words clearly not coming out the way he intended.

Innocent like that delivery boy, she thought, a little amused by his reactions.

Jen leaned in closer, her gentle yet inviting presence with her loose shirt gaping open once again at her neckline, offering a clear view of her ample bosom from that angle. "It's alright," she said with a calming and soothing voice. "Guys always try to get a feel whenever they can anyways."

His face turned even redder as he tried to compose himself, his thoughts scattered. "I wasn't... trying to... it's just--"

She raised a finger to his lips, her touch sending a small, thrilling shiver through him. "There's no need to explain." And gave him a seductive playful wink. Her voice, her touch, and the way she looked at him had a magnetic effect, and for the first time in a long while, all he could do was stand there, mesmerized by her.

She looked down at his crotch for a moment and decided to tease him. Her gaze shifting back, their eyes crossed again. With a playful smirk, "Well, perhaps... it's only fair that I...," she trailed off, biting her lower lip with a sultry expression as her finger trailed downwards, passing his waist and reaching just above the zip of his pants. He froze, eyes darting between her alluring cleavage and her seductive eyes, finding it extremely difficult to tear his gaze away from her.

Just as quickly as it happened, she straightened and retreated back, snapping him out of his daze as if he had been under a spell.

Regaining his composure, he finally formed the sentence in mind and said what he had intended to since the moment she approached him. His voice, still a little unsteady, but sincere. "You're stunningly beautiful. And... you... look smoking hot."

"Thank you, I appreciate that compliment." As she said that, she held up her wedded hand to her chest appreciatively, subtly hinting at her wedding ring.

"Lucky... him," he whispered softly, but audible enough for Jen to hear it.

"I won't disagree with you. He's indeed a very lucky one," She winked at him playfully. Just then, I approached them, pretending to be surprised at the amount of items she had bought.

"Who's lucky? And wow, that's quite a lot you got there, honey. He helped out with the load?" I asked, my gaze lingering on him for a moment before shifting back to her. I could see the flush of embarrassment on his face, but I held back a grin, pretending to remain unaware of the tension in the air.

"Yeah, babe. I had a huge load all to myself. And you're gone for a long while, I wonder why," smirking playfully, she emphasized on those words to tease me.

"Did you now?" I thanked him for assisting my wife with the load, before climbing in our SUV and headed off. "Nice going, what a loaded day."

"Hmm... What load are you referring to now again? Hmm?" She gave me a naughty grin. We laughed loudly together at the mischievous things she did back there.

That poor boy, was all I could think at the back of my mind. He's never gonna forget that now.

Back home, we dropped all the things we had and got into a passionate kiss again, all turned on by the attention and boldness of her mischief. The floor littered with pieces of our clothing, naked by the time we reached our bedroom, I slid into her pussy easily.

"You're sopping wet," I said excitedly. "Getting all fired up by what you did?"

She nodded and moaned as I picked up my pace.

"That old man lusted for you. And you willingly expose yourself to him. Would you have let him?"

She nodded again, huskily whispered. "Did you... like it?"

"Of course. The stark contrast between you and him. Knowing he would never get to taste someone as good as you is... just...," I was fucking her harder, pulling out to the tip and stabbing all the way back in.

She smiled knowingly and moaned out loud, fully aware of how turned on I was by that.

"Would you... have... gone further? With that old man?"

"Do you want... me to?" She asked sultrily.

"Yesss... what would you have done?"

She pulled me down, our bodies pressed tightly, and whispered seductively into my ears. "I would pretend to fall and land myself onto his musky body. His hands free to roam my body, squeezing my tits."

"That's gonna attract some attention from the other guys nearby," I added some details to the scene.

She stared into my eyes, filled with lust. "Then let them." She squeezed her tits together. "Let them all take me."

"I would be naked in just a second with how little clothing I had. These men taking your wife and fucking her in the public. You like that don't you?" She continued.

My turn to nod back at her, with more excitement.

"And how far would you let them take me, your beautiful wife?" She asked, letting me take control of how the scene would end.

"I would let them all cum on your pretty face and tits, so you could wear them and come back to me. So you could wear them... all the way back home."

"Just... on me? Not... in me?" She whispered in a gentle slutty tone.

I jerked violently in that instant, clearly excited and triggered by her words. "Fuck! They can cum anywhere! On you, in you, your mouth, anywhere they want. They can do whatever with my wife! Oooo... fuck!"

"Yesss, my dear husband. You watch these men... take your wife, violate and abuse her body as they please... just as you wanted." She took back control of the scene. "They will all cum in my married pussy so that you will only take sloppy seconds, in your own wife's pussy!"

"And will you clean my cock after I cum in your dirty, slutty, pussy? Coated with multiple men's cum now."

"I... will clean any cocks you want me to. I... will lick up all the thick, foamy, juices, clean." Lowering her voice now to a husky whisper. "So that... they can continue... fucking me for a few more rounds."

"Oooooh FUCK!" I yelled in ecstasy, feeling near orgasm. "You're a nasty little bitch aren't you? Dirty slut!"

She rolled back her eyes, moaning loudly with me, before gently biting my ear and utter the sluttiest words I have ever heard from her. "Yesssss..." she hissed softly. "Your beautiful, nubile, sexy wife, is a fucking, dirty, little slut. Who...," making sure she added a lustful tone to each specific word. "Would do any nasty things for all the men who owned... her." she panted, catching her breath.

In that same moment, we both erupted in a huge orgasm. I cum a full load deep into her pussy, her muscles contracted with an intense grip, almost suffocating my erected member within, as waves of short, electrifying spasms coursed through her. With her back arching, mouth falling open in a silent gasp, Jen let out a deep, resonant groan, squirting an overwhelming load, gushing and forcing my softening member out of her entrance.

We laid down, exhausted, wrapping her tightly in my embrace as we felt each other's rapid heartbeat from the earlier intensity we just experienced.

Finally catching my breath, I softly murmured. "Well, that was really intense. I've never seen you orgasm that much before. You clearly enjoyed all of that, didn't you?"

"Yes, but I enjoyed it even more seeing how turned on it gets you," she acknowledged. "I am also really enjoying the teasing and charming side of things too, I guess. There's just something so... thrilling about being able to charm someone easily--it's deeply satisfying, I suppose that's the best way to put it."

"I'm so glad you do, sweetie. That's exactly what I've been trying to tell you--It's like you're casting a spell on people. At least for me, I am already hopelessly bound by it. You should definitely embrace it more often."

"Oh? Hopelessly bound to me, you say? I like the sound of that," She giggled, delighted at my unwavering devotion. "So, you want me to... charm more men?" She asked knowingly, a playful glint in her eyes. "And once they are onto me... What do you suggest I do... for them, hmm?"

"Well, you already know what I like." I stared into her eyes with love and lust. "And you're always at the centre of it all."

Revealing a devilish grin, her beautiful eyes glowed with strong magnetic seduction, her husky whispers added a sultry mix of eroticism. "I want you to watch me take on all of them, with your own eyes, as I moaned in ecstasy from all the pleasure I'm receiving from other men."

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"So... I can't help but think that perhaps my sweet husband might have some thoughts for my dinner date," she asked promptly as she was supposed to get prepared for the evening.

"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled by her comment, not quite sure what she was referring to.

"Drop the act babe, or I won't entertain any of your perverted thoughts later," she commanded, her tone firm yet playful.

"Oh... you meant that," I said, finally understanding what she was getting at. "I honestly wasn't thinking anything perverted before. But now that you mention it, I might. Haven't you been working out with Alvin for a while now? It's been, what, 4-5 months already?"

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Flash back to 1 month prior to the wedding, how they started to be a little intimate...

During one of her gym sessions, Jen wore her usual tights and sports bra--but with a twist. It was from a new collection we picked out while browsing her favorite brand, and I couldn't help but think it was incredibly sexy. The bra shapes up her chest really nicely with a good amount of cleavage showing up front, held only by an easily accessible zipper. The thin straps tracing her back and shoulders accentuated her curves, highlighting the fullness of her chest and the elegance of her slim frame.

As she walked up to Alvin, he couldn't help but stare right at her chest, mesmerised by all the curves she is showing up in this attire. Somehow, he's feeling that it was much more than usual. After some friendly greetings, they began their routine stations and Jen noticed how all the guys kept glancing at her wherever she went.

She blushed a gentle redness yet feeling a little proud and turned on by all the attention she was getting.

"You alright Jenny? You look a little flushed," Alvin asked with concern.

"Ah.... yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking."

"We can take a short break if you want, no pressure." She nodded to his suggestion and they both retreated to a bench to replenish themselves with some cold water.

"I.. can't help but notice you... had a different attire than usual today."

"Oh... this you mean?" Jen casually pointed straight at her chest and from the corner of her eyes, she thought all the guys in the gym stopped momentarily to stare at her with her open invitation.

"Err... yes, that. Nice top, really." Alvin awkwardly replied while continuing to stare at her chest openly.

Jen giggled, tilted her head slightly and looked at him. "You sure you're referring to my top? Nice top or nice rack you mean?"

Caught red-handed, Alvin cleared his throat and looked away for a moment before plucking up some courage to continue the conversation. "Both. You do very much have a nice rack and the top only further accentuates them is all." He thought she had been pretty open with their past conversations and this shouldn't offend her.

"You think so?" She paused. "Wait... How do you know I've had a nice rack? You can't see much. Plus, I'm sure you've seen plenty more than this."

He now turned his head looking straight at her, amused. "Really? You had to ask? Even a blind man could tell you have a nice rack. And no, for the record, I don't always get to see girls with ample chest."

"Oh? How so? As a trainer, I'm sure you must've seen plenty." Jen blushed further by his compliment. She's aware she had a decent chest but they aren't obnoxiously huge--she always thought men loved oversized boobs.

"That's where you're wrong, Jenny. Yes I've come across plenty but most of them are either flat or small. Those who had a large sized chest, generally also came with a slightly larger package. You, on the other hand, have a really perfectly balanced figure."

"Oh...," Jen looked at him, flustered again by his compliment, and feeling turned on by men noticing her body. "Wait... So, you... have been... sizing me up?"

Alvin stared into her eyes and for some reason, felt more than ok to be honest with her. It's as though she's inviting him to say it. "Since day 1. Yes, Jenny. When you walked in on that day, I've been... well eyeing you up and down, and so did all the other guys here."

Jen followed his eyes trailing across the gym and surely, the guys would steal glances at her from time to time. "Oh... I'm... not sure what to say now."

Her unexpectedly gentle response gave him the courage to push further. Maybe... I'd better thread carefully, He thought. "A beauty like you doesn't need to say anything at all to justify herself. Your body says everything that needs to be said."

At that moment, it just occurred to her. "Speaking of which, why are there only guys recently in the gym? I remembered seeing ladies during my 1st month here."

"There were some rules changed because... well, some of the guys may have overstepped their boundaries and a complaint was lodged. So the management decided to separate women from guys. You're an exception because I'm your trainer."

Some of the guys may have overstepped their boundaries..., kept resounding in her mind. It turned her on tremendously, wetting her crotch. Her mind wandered elsewhere, into the fantasies I shared with her and she wondered what that meant.

"Jenny, you alright? I mean, if you feel uncomfortable, we can switch to another gym."

She snapped out and quickly responded. "Oh, no no. It's fine, Alvin. I just..." she paused and decided to ask. "What... do you mean by overstepping boundaries? What did they do?"

Alvin looked up to ensure no one's looking and shifted closer to her, lowering his voice to a whisper without being obvious. "Well, they kinda... approached the ladies and perhaps... had groped them."

Jen left out a soft husky sigh hearing that, and Alvin noticed that. "One of the bustier ladies was lifting a weight lying down, when she called for some help. A guy nearby went over to assist and swiftly left his hands on her chest, feeling her up."

Jen's breathing turns raspier and her eyes slightly glazed. Alvin senses her reaction and decides to push the button. "Jenny? You... alright? Or... why do you look flustered?"

Jen shot him a glance, snapping out and quickly stood up. "Err... no... I... fine, nothing. Let's resume the training." What she didn't realize is, she had wet her crotch so much that it's now a little visible. And you can't dismiss it as a sweat spot because of where it was.

And it didn't escape Alvin's sharp eyes.

--

She gave me a quizzical look with a raised eyebrow, curious about my question. "Yeah, that sounds about right. Why? Is that a problem now?"

"Nah, of course not, sweetheart. I just thought, given how long he's been with you, he never once approached you or... you know."

Ever since the delivery boy, things have changed--It almost feels exciting for her. She had gradually opened up and accepted kinkier play back close to home. She couldn't explain why but dismissed it as something she just needs to slowly get comfortable with.

But now, she wants to. She wanted to play. Exhilarated even.

"Well... I think he did. There's indeed one incident where he groped my tits. Ever since then, he's been... more handsy with me."

"Oh, you don't say. I didn't know about that. Why didn't you share about it? Do tell," I perched on the bed as though waiting to hear a story.

She grinned back knowing that she can't hide that now and shared with me.

--

Flash back - One and a half months after the wedding...

Jen lost her balance at one of her stations, stumbling backward. "AHH!" she gasped, loud enough for everyone in the gym to hear. All the guys turned and stared at her direction as Alvin reacted instantly, rushing to catch her. In his haste, his hands went straight to the wrong places--her chest.

Jen laid in that position, in shock by the accident rather than where his hands were. She didn't move and neither did Alvin. Still holding her in that position, Alvin broke the silence. "Ar... are you alright, Jenny?"

Jen only nodded. Feeling her soft and cushy mounds, Alvin couldn't resist but did a gentle kneading of her tits. Instead of reacting to his action, Jen remained silent as though giving him permission to take liberty of her.

Time seemed to stand still as Alvin found himself in what felt like heaven--finally getting to feel up his dream girl. For months, he had fantasized about this moment, imagining how incredible it would be and breathing in her delicate, feminine scent.

In that fleeting moment, Alvin gently lifted her to her feet, holding her close for support. With their bodies so near, he couldn't resist leaning in ever so subtly, taking in her intoxicating scent. Jen could feel his breath on her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. From the corner of her eyes, she felt a pair of eyes staring intently at her. Not wanting to have any eye contact, she looked over at Alvin only to find him staring at her too.

"Gosh... what a flawless, beautiful face," Alvin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking only to himself. "S--sorry... I'm sorry, Jenny. I...," he snapped out almost just as quickly, feeling guilty about it.

--

"Ok, so that was the first time he touched me. Are you... ok with that?" Jen checked in on how I felt.

"Yeah, sure. I mean, it really isn't the first time you got groped. Hell, even I took advantage of you before we even dated," I chuckled at that.

"I know, I know. All men want to get into my pants and you would love to see that. Anyways, the 2nd time, it wasn't him though," Jen explained.

"Oh?" I sat straight up, intrigued by that statement, almost comically as though I'm watching a movie and reached the climax.

--

Flash back - 2 weeks before our sex back home got revived...

After that incident, Alvin apologised every time they met up at the gym despite Jen telling him that it's fine.

"You really need to stop apologising to me or I will stop coming back for your sessions, Alvin," Jen retorted, getting a little irritated by him.

"Ok ok, chill down Jenny. I just genuinely felt bad as a gentleman, that's all," Alvin defended.

"Fine. Tell you what--why don't you treat me to a nice, exquisite dinner as an apology?" Jen offered with a teasing smile. It was as if a light bulb went off in Alvin's mind. He jumped at the chance, eagerly agreeing without hesitation. Jen laughed, clearly amused by his enthusiasm--finally, a formal way for him to make it up to her.

Alvin excused himself to the back office to sort out some things and asked that Jen should get herself started without him. With great familiarity, Jen did a couple of stations before reaching the weights again. That incident had scarred her a little, she felt some hesitation to give it a try.

"Hello pretty lady, can I perhaps help you out here?"

Jen looked over to see a rather decent looking middle-aged man, with chiseled features staring right at her. "Oh... Erm, yeah... s--sure, thanks."

He helped her set things up and guided her what to watch out for, specifically reminding her of the previous mistake she made. It then occurred to her that he might have been the guy who was staring at her previously. Dismissing her thoughts to focus on her workout, Jen managed to get a few reps in before feeling the burning sensation again. Slowing down, her wrist gave way and slipped.

Unaware that he had been standing behind her all along, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise--he reacted swiftly, catching the weight before it could completely slip away from her grasp. As she let go, the soreness in her legs took over, causing her to stumble forward. As if he had anticipated that to happen, he stepped in within split seconds to catch her.

Jen found herself caught in an awkward situation again as she felt his hands on her chest--both of his hands.

The difference this time around is, he was not shy to make his move and began mauling her tits. His constant movement of hands were obvious to anyone who was looking, especially to the guy on the left.

"Gosh, those are really soft and full tits you got there, pretty lady," the man whispered into her ears. Jen let out a raspy moan caused by the stimulation. "Bro, you should get a feel of her too! Much hotter than the other lady we tagged-team on!" telling the guy on the left.

"Mike! You're gonna get into trouble again by doing that!" yelled the guy on the left. Mike ignored his friend's plea and hugged her slim waist even tighter to his body. Jen felt his huge and hard tent, her eyes glazed with even more lust now. In this position, his groping can now be seen by all if they looked over and her willingness to allow him such liberty will be known.

"You like this don't you?" He whispered into her ears.

She nodded and stood there making herself available for his playing. At that moment, a thought flashed through her mind quickly--if any or all the men in the gym had come up to her, she wouldn't have resisted them at all. She would be free for them to take.

Seeing that she wasn't just allowing it but seemed to be enjoying it, his friend couldn't resist the temptation any longer and stepped in, eager to touch her as well. Jen looked over at him with a sultry expression and letting out husky moans as Mike dry hump her on the spot. They both continued kneading her soft full tits, as Mike leaned in to try to kiss her.

Just as suddenly as it began, they were torn apart, both men shoved back with force. Weak from the assault and the exhausting workout, Jen collapsed into a pair of strong, steady arms. As her vision cleared, Alvin's handsome face came into focus. A whirlwind of emotions surged through her--gratitude for his rescue, yet a lingering disappointment at the abrupt interruption.

Alvin assisted her to sit at a corner, showing his concern and consoled her. "Jenny, I'm so so sorry. I... shouldn't have... let you alone with these guys. Are you hurt?"

She exhaled a loud raspy breath and smiled. "It's ok Alvin, I'm fine."

"Alright, good. Look, we can get out of here and change gyms, never to return here. It's ok, anything you need."

Still lost in the haze of her rising arousal, her husky voice carried a different undertone.

"It's really okay, Alvin. I... I'm ok," she murmured, her words laced with unspoken meaning.

Alvin detected something... different from her. He noticed her nipples were protruding out of her sports bra and thought for a moment if she was actually stimulated by that accident. He recalled the last incident when he had subtly touched her--she hadn't reacted, nor had she pulled away. Instead, she had been almost dismissive of his apology, as if it hadn't bothered her at all.

"O--ok Jenny. I will... leave you here to chill down. I will get Mike into the back office and sort out the paperworks with him."

"Wait, what's gonna happen to him?" Jen asked suddenly.

"Well, this is his 2nd offense now. Before the gym gets shut down, someone has to step in."

"But--Alvin, I said it's ok. I... there's no need to pursue the matter."

Alvin kneeled beside her, close to her face taking in her beauty as his mind raced to something else. "A--are you... saying... you don't mind, Jenny?"

Eyes laced with lust, her husky voice admitted what he wanted to hear. "Yes, Alvin. I... didn't mind."

Almost immediately, Alvin let out a soft grunt and his erection can be clearly seen by Jen. "Oh... Jenny--" he paused at what he wanted to say.

"Yeah?" was all she could say too. She had guessed what he wanted to ask but wasn't sure if she should admit to it again.

"Nothing. Nevertheless, sorry that this happened. And thank you, for not... lodging a complaint against us."

She let out a soft scoff, sensing his guilt. "Oh? I didn't think you guys were capable of feeling guilty about doing the deed."

"I...," unable to explain himself, he guiltily looked down. "Sorry, Jenny."

She giggled and brushed his hair with her hands gently. "I'm just teasing you, Sparky." It was a nickname Jen gave him for his energy and cheerfulness whenever he sees her--She understood why now.

Alvin looked up at her, revealing a forced smile. "You got me, Jenny. But you know me for quite awhile now," he tried explaining again. "I'm not... that kind of guy. I just... I mean... you're just incredibly beautiful. And in that moment, I can't... resist. You understand right?"

She leaned down to him and whispered, "Well... why did you assume you took advantage of me?" She paused for a moment before continuing to tease him. "Perhaps... I led you on?"

Ever since then, Alvin had grown a little bolder. Nothing too crazy and mostly by accidents with brushes or harmless body contacts. On occasions, he did take the liberty to grab some feels and Jen didn't reject his approach at all. She let him.

--

"I see now! Is that why...," All the dots and missing pieces suddenly clicked. I now understand why and how she had gradually embraced the idea of playing close to home after we returned from our honeymoon. I paused on my words knowing that sometimes, you may not want to call out the obvious. I simply grinned widely and she understood it just as well.

"Sorry, I didn't mention these incidents to you because they were... well, I was still trying to get past mentally of playing so close to home. Wasn't thinking much at that point. Plus, it was mostly by accident...," she paused and looked at my crotch.

Hearing what she had encountered without my prior knowledge was turning me on tremendously. My heart raced and my blood went straight to the other end, causing a massive tent.

"But... you loved it, didn't you?" I asked.

"Men are just men," She gave a very evil grin. And that was all I needed to know. "And if I like it, then what?" She snaked closer to my face and stared at me intently. "What would my husband have me do?"

I swallowed hard and whispered to her. "Why don't you... give him the full package?"

She raised her eyebrow and smirked. "Oh? So my husband wants me to let my trainer have me? Hmm?" She paused and her smouldering stare intensified. "You want him... to fuck me like a slut, don't you?"

I uttered a loud grunt, clearly excited by the thought. My wide perverted smile tells her I wanted that. Then I added, "Because, you are a slut. Jen, the slut wife."

She bit her lower lips and moaned appreciatively of our honest, sexual exchanges. "Yes, I am baby. I'm your slut wife."

I pulled her in for a strong and sloppy tongue twirling kiss, something I would never get tired of doing with her. Having to taste such a beautiful woman, laced with her lust and feminine pheromones, had always been an intoxicating experience for me.

"Do you... really want me to? Would you... have allowed it?" She asked again.

"If you want it, as much as I do too, then yes," I replied firmly.

"Even without your presence?"

"I mean, if I can be there it would be a hundred times better of course. But we both know that's impossible. So yes, I'm fine with it as long as you're safe, you want it and aren't forced into anything."

"And... what if... the other guys... too?" She shyly looked away as if feeling guilty for even having that thought. "I mean... you know, accidents. Or if Alvin got bolder and the others had..."

I pulled her in again, smashing our lips together and sucking onto her tongue. I was overwhelmed with lust just thinking about the scene--Jen in the gym getting gangbanged by a group of sweaty, musky guys. Her white pearl skin sandwiched between the tanned, horny and muscular guys.

After our quickie, I answered her. "Let them."

That brief moment, I heard her exhale a loud husky moan followed by a shiver as she caressed her tits and gently rubbed her clit.

--

"Aren't you gonna get prepared before it gets too late?" I asked, an hour later after our quickie.

"No thanks to you, I need to rush now, yes." She grumbled mildly at me.

"Well, it was good though, you can't deny that," I chuckled.

She giggled in response and said, "Yeah, it helped scratch the itch only. I'm not sure how I am gonna last through the night."

I leaned down from behind and whispered to her. "Well, make that dinner date with him a memory he can't forget then."

She turned around and looked at me. "Are you sure?"

I shrugged my shoulders and gave an expression to say it's up to her. "Why not? It's entirely up to you. Unless you're saying you aren't attracted to him?"

"Well... I...," finishing her makeup she cleared the table and stood up to get into her dress. "He's attractive for sure. And yes, I'm attracted to him as well after hanging out for awhile now. But I don't know. I still had some reservations to do the actual deed. Flashing, teasing, flirting and groping is one thing. Doing it is another."

She isn't wrong about that. Every word is a cold hard truth. If this goes south, it could ruin her. Ruin our lives. But if it goes well, it would have ended with an explosive turn of events too.

I would love it. And I know she would too.

"I'm not forcing you sweetie, never would I. I'm just laying out the possibilities for you. At the very least if the moment comes and you need to decide, you know you've already gotten it from my end." I reassured her. "Do what you want and what you think would be enjoyable. For yourself, as much as it's for me."

"And if it turns out... nothing? Would you be upset?"

"My perverted side? He would," I answered her pointing down to my crotch. "But my sane mind and beating heart would not." Putting the other hand on my chest to let her know I meant every word I said.

"Aww... your sweet tooth gets to me every time. But I know you meant well," she said. "Though, I'm also very confident that within a day, that perverted one would flow right back up to your mind, corrupting it to make you feel sad."

I smiled warmly back at her. If we aren't a perfect match, I don't know who is. "You know me all too well, babe." I got up from the bed, leaning onto the door watching her getting prepared. "So you didn't answer me fully though. Would you fuck him?"

She looked at me quizzically, eyebrows arched and a surprised expression. "Did you even ask me that? I don't recall you asking. But if it makes you happy, I will say now--I don't know. Maybe? Maybe not. It's all about the mood. I mean, he's handsome. Muscular. Hmm... looks like he got a decent package too, I think."

No, I didn't ask that question before but now I do. And now I know what she's thinking.

I knew better than anyone that what she admitted was only a fraction of the truth. What she wouldn't dare acknowledge--at least not openly--was her tendency to fall prey to any man who had smitten her. In fact, if one manages to truly charm her, she is likely to give in to their desires completely--Like Jason.

"And what do you have in mind, since you asked?" She shot back at me.

I carefully considered the plan, weighing what she would feel comfortable doing without my presence and what might cross her boundaries--if she would have any left. When I shared the idea with her, she found it intriguing. As always, I left the decision entirely in her hands, trusting her to determine when and where she wants to draw the line.

"Hmm... why does it seem like my sweet husband could always craft a plan in his mind on how to share his wife with other men--so detailed, so deliberate, and almost... too well thought out? Hmm?" She turned and glanced back at me. Her eyes narrowed, sparkling with mischief and playful suspicion, accompanied by a teasingly sexy smile.

I offered a sheepish smile and quickly slipped out of the room, feeling almost as if I had been caught red-handed. I made my way to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, giving her the time she needed to get ready.

Nearly an hour later, the sound of footsteps descending the stairs caught my attention. Even from a distance, the alluring scent of her perfume filled the air, hinting at her arrival. When she finally came into view, I froze, my breath hitching as I took in the sight before me. My eyes widened and my jaw slackened. I was utterly captivated, unable to tear my gaze away from her mesmerizing presence.

Draped in a sleek black gown, she exuded elegance. Her usual light makeup enhanced her natural beauty, while a pair of pearl earrings shimmered delicately against her skin. The maroon-red lipstick added a sultry touch, perfectly complementing her soft, alluring look. The flawless pearl necklace I had gifted her on her birthday adorned her neck, gracefully tracing down the deep V from her neckline and drawing the eye to her ample bosom. As she spun gracefully, the gown revealed her flawless, radiant skin, the bareback design plunging sensuously to just above her ass.

"Oh... lord," were all the words I could muster at that moment.

"Is it... bad? Did I mess something up...," she asked, her brow furrowed with concern.

"Bad? What? N--No!" I jumped in, cutting her off as I began to stammer, my voice cracking under the weight of my awe. "It's just... you... err... wow... this is... gosh...," my words trailed off, unable to complete any sentences.

She laughed, her melodious voice teasing as she watched me stumble over my words, just as I had so long ago. It was a playful reminder of the moment I nervously approached her for the first time to ask her out.

"My dear, it's been ages since I last saw you speechless in my presence," she said with a playful smile, her voice dripping with charm. She glided toward me with effortless elegance, each stride accentuating the sensual sway of her voluptuous figure, as though she were performing a graceful dance. Pausing just a step away, she leaned in slightly, her eyes locking with mine. "You've seen me a million times, both dressed and naked," she teased, her tone both sultry and affectionate. "Still getting electrified by me after all these years?"

"Y... yes.. al... always," I continued to stammer with her proximity to me and I couldn't help but have a massive hardon. "You stole my heart and soul years ago, and you never gave back. I'm still... under your spell. And forever will be."

"Aw, my boy," she smiled sweetly, stroking my face gently, her gaze never left my eyes. "But tonight, I'm his. Isn't it?" She hissed and looked down at my crotch knowingly. "As per your plan."

"You sure went out of the way to dress up for him," I said, clearing my throat, regaining my composure.

"Well, it's a date at a grand hotel. I can't be shabby. As your trophy wife, there's an image I must uphold you know," she answered swiftly.

"That's very true. It would be a waste not to show you off at every opportunity I get."

"Yeah, you set a really high bar there. It can get pretty tiring to maintain," she expressed some of her weariness.

I hugged her and stroked her beautiful hair. "What are you talking about? You're pretty by default. There's hardly any effort needed, sweetie."

She giggled and broke my embrace. "Alright, enough of your sweet talk, horny boy. I need to get going. Would you be so kind as to deliver your hot trophy wife to another man tonight?"

"Geez... babe, do you always have to tease me so mercilessly with your words? How am I supposed to survive tonight now?" I replied with a playful groan, earning a mischievous laugh from her. We continued trading playful jabs, the air between us filled with laughter and flirtation as we headed out together.

"Here we are, delivering you right at the doorsteps of another man's embrace. I just gotta say, the way you dressed tonight, is gonna cause an uproar everywhere you go. The hospital is gonna get real busy," I joked.

She slapped my arm playfully before planting a sweet wet kiss on my cheeks. "I love you so much, my baby boy."

I lifted her chin with my finger lovingly and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. "Me too, my goddess. Forever and always. Now, go charm everyone and make me proud!"

"Yes master," She chuckled with a playful wink.

She stepped gracefully out of the car and strode into the hotel, her every movement a symphony of elegance and confidence. Heads turned instinctively, captivated by her model-like poise and magnetic presence, enchanting everyone in her path--man or woman alike. I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight of her from behind, her voluptuous figure effortlessly commanding attention with each stride before disappearing from my view.

But tonight? Tonight, no man would have her. No living soul could claim her. She wasn't theirs to take. She WAS the hunter, the predator. And they? Every last one of them--her willing prey, I whispered those words aloud to myself in the quiet of the car, my chest swelling with the immense pride of a man who knew he stood beside a truly incredible woman. In that fleeting moment, I felt as though the world had momentarily paused in her radiance.

(Author's note: As a husband, have you ever been so utterly proud of your woman, so captivated by everything she does, that it feels like a privilege just to watch her exist? Have you ever found yourself staring at her as she walks ahead, her every movement radiating grace, and thought, That's my wife. That's the woman who chose to share her precious life with me. Because I have. And I still do--every single day, even a decade into our blissful marriage, despite the lifestyle.)

I smiled from ear to ear, chuckled proudly, before driving away.

--

Jen was fully aware of the attention she commanded, from both men and women alike. The women's gazes were filled with admiration and adoration, a silent acknowledgment of her poise and beauty. The men, however, looked at her with a mixture of desire, lust, and fascination, utterly captivated by her presence.

But for Jen, these reactions weren't the only thing she sought. They were merely proof of her unwavering devotion and relentless effort to maintain herself--not just for others, but as part of her endless quest for self-care and self-appreciation. It wasn't validation she craved or needed; it was the satisfaction of honoring her own beauty and strength.

And sure, the attention she received does fuel her own desire, thirst, and excitement, adding a deeper layer to her sense of empowerment and confidence.

Alvin sat at the center of the restaurant, idly swirling a glass of wine in his hand. From the corner of his eye, a presence drew his attention. He turned, and his gaze locked onto her--she glowed with an allure that seemed to command the entire area.

His movement stilled, the wine forgotten. Slowly, he rose to his feet, lips parting in awe, eyes reflecting nothing but pure admiration for the beauty he had been waiting for, dressed elegantly in his eyes for his pleasure. He took her in with a slow, appreciative gaze, as if savoring every detail of how stunning she was. Her stylish hair swept to one side, exposing her delicate pearlescent earrings that shimmered in the light. She exuded a powerful magnetic appeal--an aura balanced with confidence and a strong sense of seduction, hypnotizing him.

"Hello, Sparky. It's been a while, how are you?" She greeted him pleasantly.

"I... I'm good, good. Yourself? Thank you again, Jenny," Alvin said, noting the still air carrying a strong scent of her sweet aroma. He couldn't help but stare at this beauty in front of him--and more accurately, he couldn't keep his eyes off her alluring chest.

Jen had noticed it from the moment she sat down. She knew he was utterly infatuated.

The waiter began pouring the white wine for her, his eyes repeatedly stealing glances in her direction. It wasn't until Jen gently informed him that the glass was nearly full that he snapped out of his trance, quickly apologizing for the oversight.

"You aren't trying to get me drunk now, are you?" She smiled seductively at the waiter.

"S--sorry, ma'am. I...," the waiter apologised again. Wow, look at her... my... god, he thought.

"It's alright, I'm kidding," she calmed the panicking waiter, giggling quietly.

"I hope you will enjoy dinner and wine with your husband tonight," the waiter said as he noticed her shimmering wedding ring.

"Oh, he's not my husband--not even close," she clarified and thought of teasing Alvin. "He's just my trainer who wanted to date me because he said he couldn't resist me."

"O... wow. Neither could I," the waiter remarked softly. "So... you guys... on a date?" Turning to ask Alvin.

"I... well, I mean if you want to call this dinner a date, sure," Alvin tried to explain his way out and shot a glance at Jen for putting him in that position.

"Oh? So the gentleman here doesn't think it's a date at all. Looks like I was the one overthinking then," Jen continued, shooting back a mischievous glance at him.

"Wha--what? N--no! I mean, yes of course it's a date! I've been waiting for months just to have this one chance with you tonight. And here you are, with me," Alvin changed his tone realising he should be thankful that Jen had decided to do this for him.

"Tonight huh? Looks like someone is confident he's gonna get me. I bet he's already booked a room upstairs," Jen teased suggestively, keeping the conversation playful. "Is that why you're trying to get me drunk, hmm? Are you in cahoots with him now? You got someone to help double team me?"

Completely caught off guard, the waiter gave an awkward smile, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have.

Seems like there's something else going on between the both of them. Is she doing it behind her husband? Or..., he wondered. Double team...? Man, I would love to double team her, for sure! He took one final glance at her before walking away, removing himself from the situation.

Surprised by her insinuation as well, Alvin tried to downplay his attraction to her. "I--no, stop teasing me already Jenny." He chuckled softly. "Even if that were my intention, I doubt I'd need much help at all." But he couldn't help thinking of that comment--double-team me. It kept repeating itself at the back of his mind.

"Is that so? Your confidence tonight is quite... desirable," completely ignoring his plea to end the teasing. With a sly grin and eyes brimming with mischief, she added. "I've noticed how you've been staring at me since the moment I walked in."

"I... alright, yes. Yes, you've got me," Alvin admitted, raising both hands in a mock gesture of surrender. "You're... unbelievable, Jenny. Just...," he added, his voice filled with admiration and amusement.

Jen smiled at his compliment, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction, and took a slow sip of her wine, savoring both the drink and the moment.

Clearing his throat, as though trying to restart the conversation. "So... You've trained with me for like what, nearly 5 months now. What is your feedback? Is it working out for you?"

As he took in her stunning appearance, his mind wandered again, recalling back how breathtaking she looked in that extravagant gown, perfectly styled to be the epitome of beauty on the most important night in her life.

"It's good, at least I think my body is a lot more toned in all the right places." Jen shot him a sultry glance and whispered. "I would've thought you guys would know this more intimately, don't you?"

"Errr..."

"You stare at my body in every session--touched even--do you think I'm sexier now?" She teased, tilting her head ever so slightly. Her maroon-red lips curved into a seductive smile--soft yet irresistibly inviting.

"Y... Y--yes, I... do," he found the words caught in his throat, unable to form the sentence at that moment to admit it.

There is... something about her that is... different, he thought.

She giggled, amused as she remembered the first time she had seen him flustered. "Well, here I am now, in all my full glory, for you to admire as much as you want." She said, her voice soft and melodic, seducing him into surrendering to her charm.

"That... I surely will. Y--yes," Alvin mumbled.

"And, on a dinner date, no less, just as you requested. And, dressed exceptionally in this black gown," she added, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "for you."

Alvin's breath hitched, pulse quickening as her action and words added more intensity to her presence that is powering over him. "Right... I... yes, thanks...," his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to find his words. "You... really know how to leave a guy speechless in front of you," he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something in the air about her that was now different.

"I know," she replied casually, taking another sip of her wine before placing down the glass. She stole a glance at him from the corner of her eyes, a mischievous grin playing at her lips. "I'm aware of that. Just like how you're now." The depth in her eyes held a thousand unspoken words. He gave a sheepish smile, embarrassed at being toyed by her words.

The dinner went on normally with conversations flowing constantly, like any close friends would. She was giggling so much at one point that the napkin she placed on her lap, dropped to the floor beneath the table. She waved for the same waiter to assist her.

"I'm so sorry but my napkin slipped beneath the table. It's just a little... restrictive to reach for it in this," her manicured finger lightly traced the edge of the fabric near her chest, drawing every gaze towards there, the guys brazenly ogling now.

"O... o--ok, s--sure, ma'am. Anything for you," the waiter murmured softly, breath hitched and face reddened. Wary of his environment and customers' satisfaction, he awkwardly kneeled down on all fours as he attempted to crawl underneath the table. From afar, one could have easily mistaken as though the young man is bowing to her.

And perhaps he would have, had she willed it.

"Can you... find it?" She asked as the waiter was now almost entirely underneath the table. He didn't respond right away--and she knew exactly why.

She wasn't wearing anything.

With her legs parted, dress pulled up subtly bunching above her mid-thigh, the waiter can now look into her most, inner, private part of her body. Unhindered.

And he did. Geez! This woman! Wow... She's..., he thought.

Jen had deliberately lifted the edge of the tablecloth, letting a sliver of soft light filter underneath, hinting at what would have remained hidden but now seemed almost visible, if one dares to stare hard and long enough.

"Y... y--yes," his voice cracked hoarsely and breathlessly. Is she doing it intentionally? To me? Does that mean..., he thought to himself. Let's see...

"Oh thank you! Are you... alright down there? Do you need a hand getting out?" She asked politely, her tone laced with innocent concern, as though nothing unusual was unfolding beneath the table. The waiter took the chance to briefly brush his fingertips along her calf up close to the thigh, and that sent her a gentle shiver.

The waiter smirked, his gaze lingering on her as he wondered how she would compare to the others he had toyed with. She was different--an entirely new breed, a class beyond any he had sampled before.

A sudden thud against the table hinted at his clumsiness as he attempted to get out, startling both Alvin and Jen as the glassware on the table clattered loudly.

"Are you alright? Let me give you a hand," Alvin extended his offer. He bent down over to assist him and shielded his head, preventing him from another potential knock. It was then, he realised why the waiter struggled to get out. Though barely visible from his angle and distance, it was just enough to confirm his suspicion--Jen's parting legs was enough for the waiter to have a glimpse.

The waiter handed the napkin back to her, flustered with his face crimson red, as he straightened his tuxedo.

"Thank you again. I'm sorry for the trouble," she said apologetically.

"Please, there's no need to apologise, ma'am. It's my honor to serve you, and I remain here at your command for the rest of the evening, if... you would allow," the waiter replied, his voice steady despite his flustered demeanor.

"Oh... you have my thanks, and yes, perhaps, I will," she said playfully, with a subtle hint of seduction at play.

Alvin cleared his throat, still grappling with the awkwardness of what he had just witnessed. "Thank you for assisting this lovely lady. Could I get a refill, please?" He requested, pointing to his empty wine glass. The waiter retreated quickly to fulfill his request.

"Quite the show you put on there, Jenny," Alvin remarked with a sly smile as he subtly hinted at her playful antics.

"What do you mean by that?" She feigned ignorance to what he was implying, but her eyes hinted with mischief.

He held her gaze for a moment before smirking. "Nevermind, it's probably nothing," he replied with a playful restraint. He knew better than to spell out the obvious--especially to a woman.

Dessert was served, and before Alvin realized it, the evening was slipping away far too quickly. He wished the dinner date could stretch on endlessly. As Jen savored the final, decadent bite of her molten chocolate cake, her dessert fork slid from the edge of her plate and clattered softly to the floor on her right side.

Did she do that intentionally now? He thought, her carelessness seemed all too perfect.

"Oh, look at me--so clumsy sometimes," she muttered with a tinge of playful frustration. Before she could make a move, the waiter, swift as if he had been watching her every move, was by her side in an instant, ready to assist.

"Ma'am, please allow me to assist you with that," the waiter offered promptly.

"Oh, don't worry about it and I wouldn't want to trouble you again. I can manage this myself," she said with a polite smile, declining his offer as she leaned forward with deliberate intent, following through on our plan.

The thin fabric of her gown began to shift and loosen, cascading away from her form as she gracefully bent down to retrieve the fallen dessert fork. Her arching posture revealed what had been hidden beneath the sleek black fabric, her tits now barely concealed and visible under the soft, ambient light.

The waiter stared in awe as he could clearly see the entire shape of her tits from his angle, her nipples standing erect and tantalizing. He froze in place as the more she bends downward, the more you could see--it was almost as though she didn't have any clothes on.

Alvin saw what was happening and, unable to resist, he leaned to the side, his gaze fixed on his beautiful friend who was exposing her most intimate parts for all to see. For the first time since knowing her, he finally caught a glimpse of her large beautiful mound, bare naked--no longer concealed beneath the confines of the sports bra she usually wore. He had dreamt of this very moment countless times, fantasizing about it in vivid details nearly everyday. Now, as it unfolded before him, his eyes lingered with immense lust and desire, drinking in every detail he could, as if trying to etch the image into his memory forever, savoring every fleeting second.

As if time had stopped while she was picking up the dessert fork, moments felt like hours as she indulged in the attention she was receiving from both of them. Oh yeah, Jen knows. She knew her gown would expose her body if she bent down low enough, as we had practiced back home. A satisfied yet mischievous grin curled on her maroon-red lips as she straightened up, only to find both of them mirroring her every move, lifting their heads as if following where her chest was.

The clink of her dessert fork against the plate as she sets it down seemed to snap them back to reality--as though restoring the flow of time itself. Both of them blinked hard and Alvin cleared his throat, betraying his awkwardness.

"If... there's nothing else you need for now, Ma'am, I shall return to my duty. But please, whenever you need me, all you need to do is a wave of your beautiful hand. I'm always at your service," the waiter said politely with a sincere tone, though it barely concealed his undeniable attraction to my wife.

Damn! What I would've done to get her! Anything...! But... the job... Argh... I need to stay professional... for now. He kept reminding himself, trying hard to restrain from hitting on her.

Jen simply nodded to him.

"You're unbelievable, Jenny. Just... wow." Alvin chuckled softly, a mix of admiration and amusement, as he watched her display her charm, leaving others helplessly captivated and succumbing to her seduction. "Looks like you got yourself a minion there."

"Hmm... just 1?" She turned and held his gaze, her eyes brimming with seduction. In that moment, Alvin found himself unable to resist falling under her spell as well. "It felt like I had 2 tonight." She replied with a voice soft and sexy.

Emboldened by her advances, Alvin thought he could take a leap of faith and leaned forward. For some reason, he felt she wouldn't have been offended. "I... err... was wondering. Are you...," clearing his throat, feeling hard to get those words out. "Wearing nothing... underneath?"

She rose abruptly and leaned in too, so close that he swore he could feel her breath brush against his skin. The air suddenly felt heavy with her intoxicating scent, her alluring chest within reach of his gaze, she whispered sultrily, "How do you know?"

He froze in his seat, paralyzed by her question and the intensity of her presence. Eyes widened, he stared right at her chest, and before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out of his mouth. "I... could... tell."

"How, might I ask?" She continued.

"I... I--I... saw," he stammered.

"Oh... you did, didn't you?" She countered, eyes continued holding him captive. "But... are you sure of what you saw?"

"I...," he was now completely unable to respond.

She leaned in ever so slightly, her lips curled seductively, her voice dropped to a soft husky whisper.. "Why... don't you find out... yourself?"

Alvin jolted in his seat, letting out a hoarse grunt as his breathing grew heavy. He was clearly aroused, his member raging hard beneath his pants.

Then, Jen retreated back into her seat, giggling. That woke up Alvin from his trance, and he let out a soft, awkward chuckle, his face reddened with embarrassment.

"You were tempted, weren't you?" She casually responded, feeling pleased with the result and response. "You're a good friend, Sparky. There's nothing you can't ask of me."

He looked at her in his deep thoughts, feeling amazed by this friend. He shook his head to clear his mind and finished up his last mouthful of dessert.

"We're done here, shall we?" She asked. Alvin nodded, and as they were about to leave, the waiter who was eager to serve earlier, hurriedly came to their aid.

"Oh! Are... you guys... leaving already?" He asked.

"Yes we are. Thank you for serving us, it was an amazing dinner." Alvin answered.

Disappointment flickered across the waiter's face, knowing this was his last chance to admire Jen before she vanished from his sight--Possibly forever. With a resigned air, he assisted in settling the bill and returned with the receipt.

"Thank you for giving me the chance to serve you tonight, It's my greatest pleasure." The waiter said politely with a subtle bow. "And ma'am, you're the most beautiful and exquisite woman I've ever seen." His eyes glazed with adoration, still clearly still intoxicated by her.

Jen blushed at his compliment and said her thanks before walking towards the hotel lobby. As she stepped out, she glanced back and noticed the waiter trailing just behind them. Turning her head slightly, She gave him a gentle yet irresistibly seductive smile, and blew an air kiss with a playful wink.

"You're gonna leave that young boy an unforgettable night, Jenny. I would've rather died if I were him," Alvin joked as they strutted across the lobby, grabbing attention from nearly everyone. He felt immensely proud to be beside such a gorgeous woman and cherished every moment he had right now.

"Just him?" Was all Jen said before turning to look at him. "Do you mean you didn't enjoy tonight? Was I not good enough? Or perhaps... you think... I should've... done more?"

"I... n--no, no. Jenny, I... don't mean that. I had one of the most amazing dates ever," Alvin quickly defended. But what did she mean by more?, he thought.

"Where are we heading next?" She asked. Remembering the tail end of our plan where it's slightly more open-ended, letting her decide how she wants to take it forward.

"Wha--what would you like? We could go to a bar I guess?" Alvin suggested.

"Hmm... too crowded and distracting," she contemplated if she wanted to take it forward. Had it been Jason, he would have taken her right there and then. She would've been his supper. And perhaps, his team's too. That thought triggered her intensely, causing her to excrete a good amount of wetness.

"I--I could send you home then," Alvin half-heartedly suggested. He didn't want this night to end that quickly, neither is he aware of her comfort level spending the night with him. After all, she's married. Besides the harmless accidental groping and brushes, whatever he's thinking of in his mind, are certainly beyond reach.

Jen looked over at him, with an expression of frustration and surprise. "Are you that eager to send me away and end the night early? Because it certainly seems like you're giving multiple hints that you weren't enjoying the date with me."

Shocked by her sharp remarks, Alvin quickly defended again. "No--no way Jenny! Tonight has indeed been the best night for a good number of years now. And believe me, you're the most exquisite and gorgeous woman I've tried to date for a long while! I--I just don't know what your comfort level is and I definitely do not want to offend you. Please, Jenny. Don't take this the wrong way."

Satisfied by his defense, Jen relaxed a little. She was actually worried that perhaps she wasn't attractive enough for him? Or that the plan was too... much for normal people to accept? All sorts of questions barraged her mind--but his answer made her feel better.

"Well... haven't I given you plenty of hints? Haven't I shown you just how comfortable I am?" She whispered sultrily in his ear, leaning in dangerously close, her body barely grazing him with teasing, deliberate touches. "Or... were you hoping for more?"

Alvin stared hard ahead, his heart skipped a beat and he swallowed hard on hearing that. The hints were loud and clear alright. "I... I--I... but you're... married, Jenny."

She took the initiative to invite him but left the outcome entirely in his hands--whether he would pick up on the hint and make a move. If he didn't, she would take it as a miss and that he isn't the right guy to take the first step.

So, he did want it. He did think of it, she thought.

His arms slowly and gently wrapped around her slim waist, and she reciprocated. He felt her warmth and soft mounds crushing against his hard muscular body, and his member erected quickly.

She feels soo damn good in my arms, he thought, his mind drifting off uncontrollably to perverse thoughts. And gosh, she smells so good!

As they pulled apart, their eyes remained locked, searching, questioning. Jen's gaze was soft, inviting, a silent encouragement for him to close the distance once more. Alvin, however, hesitated--his eyes scanning hers for an unmistakable signal. Perhaps it was the friendship between them that held him back, a mental barrier he couldn't quite push past.

Jen broke his gaze with a gentle smile, a subtle hint of approval in her expression. After a moment of hesitation, Alvin finally found the courage to lean in. As their lips met, a rush of exhilaration surged through him--he finally got to have a taste of his dream goddess. His mind buzzed, his heart pounded, and in that instant, it all felt familiar yet brand new, like the intoxicating thrill of a first love.

But it wasn't love he sought, nor was it what he felt. It was raw, sexual desire--an intoxicating blend of longing and lust for the woman he had fantasized about for months.

Their long wet kiss in the middle of the lobby drew attention, especially from the men passing by. Here was an exquisitely beautiful woman--one that many secretly desired in this very moment--locked in an undeniably intimate and erotic kiss, right out in the open.

The waiter stood frozen at the entrance, staring in quiet awe. He didn't know the nature of her relationship with the man--nor did he particularly care. All that lingered in his mind was a simple, primal thought: he, too, wanted a taste of that woman, just as any young man would.

I want her... I want to taste her too! He thought to himself. It's now or never!

After what felt like an eternity--though it was merely a minute of fiery, passionate kissing--they finally broke apart. Alvin breathed heavily, intoxicated by both her kiss and the amount of liquor he had consumed before. His face burned a deep shade of red, a mix of embarrassment and arousal, utterly undone by the woman he had craved for so long.

"Well, I hoped that was up to your expectations," Jen broke the silence.

Alvin smiled awkwardly but appreciatively. "In every imaginable way, Jenny. That was the best kiss I've had in my entire life."

"I think... we should head back now. We're drawing quite a bit of attention," Jen reminded him. Alvin looked around and understood her warning. He took her hand and they began walking out.

As the valet pulled up with his car, Alvin and Jen prepared to leave--only to be unexpectedly met by a familiar face. Stepping out of the car was the same waiter they had seen earlier, catching them both by surprise.

"Hey guys, I figured I could go the extra mile for the both of you and get your car. Nice car you got there, sir," the waiter clarified.

"Don't you have to be in the restaurant?" Alvin asked in surprise.

"I'm off duty now, and I figured before I leave for the day, I wanted to do this for you both."

"For us or for her, to be exact?" Alvin probed, knowing clearly what the answer was.

The waiter gleefully smiled and opened the door for Jen. "Ma'am, after you. And sir, I believe you shouldn't drive in your current state. If you will, I'm more than happy to be your chauffeur for the night please." And he gave Alvin a quick mischievous wink.

Not wanting to miss the chance to sit close to Jen, Alvin didn't give much thought to it and agreed. As Jen entered, the waiter got to have another peek and grinned. He was clearly taking every chance he could to ogle and stay close to Jen.

Jen knew he could see as the black gown slipped upward when she entered into the car, her eyes clearly saw his grin and lustful expression.

As they drove along the busy city streets having casual conversations, Alvin leaned closer to Jen and placed his hand on her thigh. Constantly glancing back through the rear mirror, the waiter didn't miss any action and daringly spoke.

"So, ma'am, how are you both related?"

Caught by surprise, Jen didn't know what to say. "Erm..."

"She's my trainee, but also my good friend," Alvin jumped in to help.

"Oh, interesting. I can't help but wonder, because I saw you both having a deep passionate kiss back at the lobby," the waiter casually remarked. "Everyone saw."

Jen looked away, fearing for the very thing she hesitated right from the start. Sensing her discomfort, the waiter quickly apologised. "I'm sorry ma'am, I don't mean it in a bad way. Nor am I judging at all. I'm just... curious."

"Well, can't 2 good friends have a kiss? I don't see any problems with that at all," Alvin tried to save her embarrassment. "Besides, I'm the one who took the initiative, not her."

Jen revealed a gentle appreciative smile, seeing his gentleman side as opposed to the usual pervert he was in the gym.

"No problem at all sir, I'm just a young boy who had the blessing to see such a gorgeous woman is all," the waiter explained. "Ma'am, you have nothing to worry about. I just want to say again, you're extremely beautiful."

She looked back at him, sensing he meant no harm and smiled. "Thank you, again, for the compliment. I don't think I'm that beautiful, you guys are just over exaggerating for... god knows what intention."

"Oh, for a good kiss, that's for sure," the waiter wittily answered.

Jen chuckled at the waiter's jab at Alvin and looked over. "Well, you got yours. With an audience." She was slowly easing back again.

Alvin smiled appreciatively back, "Yes thank you my goddess... S--sorry, I mean, Jenny!"

Jen was surprised that Alvin felt that way. "You... what? What did you just call me?"

"Sorry! I didn't mean to say it out loud!"

"He called you a goddess, ma'am. And I couldn't agree more," the waiter jumped in.

Jen took a moment to soak that into her mind. Apart from me, they weren't the only ones calling her that. She didn't like it, but she doesn't hate it. She understood it was just an expression men had towards her. Still, it made her uncomfortable to have such a divine term associated with her--more specifically, her body. I was an exception, one she gladly and willingly accepted my worship towards her.

"I... didn't know you felt that way too," Jen spoke, looking at Alvin.

"I... guilty as charged. But I've always dreamt of you as my goddess."

"Sir, wet dreams you mean?" The waiter teased, as though he had become a close friend to the both of them. Alvin didn't like the fact that he just thought the best of himself and inserted into their conversation whenever he felt like it. But Jen didn't seem to mind at all, and he let it slip.

Jen giggled at that, both amused and embarrassed. "Is that so, Sparky? Having wet dreams of me, hmm?"

"I--I... no... yes, I mean. Sorry," Alvin said with some embarrassment from Jen's direct question.

"Aww, don't be embarrassed about it, I didn't mind. I'm flattered actually," Jen reassured him.

"Sir, you won't be alone. I'm surely having plenty of wet dreams of her from tonight onwards too," the waiter added, his lustful expression saying it all. Jen was slowly getting aroused that both men thirsted for her.

"So... what... did you... dream of me?" Jen asked shyly, knowing the consequences. But if this didn't work, then she could only take out all her pent up energy onto me.

"I...," Alvin stared back at her in shock at her question, completely unsure of how to react. "Not gonna say it."

"I sure as hell would dream of seeing those beautiful racks you have ma'am," the waiter said with no reservations. The thing is, the atmosphere in the car is charged with more and more sexual energy. Even Alvin is feeling the effect, getting more aroused as the moments pass by.

Jen stared right back at the rear mirror, holding gaze with the waiter. "W--why? I... there are others out there with bigger ones."

"No, ma'am, I have to disagree," the waiter said confidently. "Bigger doesn't always mean better. I caught a glimpse just now, and trust me--yours are already a solid 10 out of 10, even without the full view!" He flashed a proud grin before adding, "And with your hourglass figure and stunning looks? The whole package is just... damn irresistible!"

The way he was describing Jen only fueled her further. And it was working on Alvin too. He adjusted himself in his seat from the uncomfortable erection beneath his pants. Jen saw it and let out a raspy sigh knowing that both men are turned on by him.

"For once, I agree with him Jenny," Alvin chimed in.

"Which part?" Jen probed further. "Which part did you agree with?"

"Err...," he cleared his throat. "All of it."

"Sir, might I suggest you speak your mind--boldly--before the lady? She deserves to hear exactly what you're thinking."

Alvin glared at him before turning to look at Jen, only to find her staring back at him waiting for his response.

"Yes, Jenny, I've told you before--you have an absolutely stunning rack. Paired with your smooth silky skin and breathtaking looks, there are simply no words that do your beauty justice."

Jen flashed a playful smile at his compliment, her eyes glinting with mischief as she challenged him again. "And like I said before--how do you know I have a nice rack?"

Alvin swallowed hard and thought before answering.

"Ma'am, I'd be more than happy to help check and confirm that for you anytime," the waiter said with a teasing grin. Then, turning back to Alvin, he added excitedly, "And sir, if I were you, I wouldn't waste a second--I'd do it right now."

Alvin locked eyes with her, catching the subtle glint that felt like unspoken permission--an open invitation. His desire surged, and he leaned in, this time consumed by raw, unfiltered lust. Their lips crashed together in a sloppy, wet, and feverish kiss, tongues tangling in a heated battle. The erotic sounds of slurping and breathless moans filled the air, igniting an undeniable hunger in the waiter, who watched with eager anticipation, craving more.

With deliberate subtlety, Alvin's hand slid beneath her gown, fingertips grazing the soft, bare skin of her chest. The sensation sent a shiver through him, his body tensing with overwhelming desire. In that instant, he felt as if he could lose control and explode immediately even without groping her full mound. But there was no hesitation from Jen--no resistance at all. Instead, her stillness spoke volumes, a silent invitation. Taking the cue, Alvin pressed on, his touch growing bolder as he explored deeper.

What he discovered took him by surprise. His hand couldn't fully encompass the soft, ample curve of her mound. He had always known she had an incredible rack, but this--this was more than he had anticipated.

The sports bra definitely didn't do her justice--it had been hiding so much more beneath!, he thought, his excitement growing. His hands roamed over her supple curves, massaging and kneading with a firm yet reverent touch, as if molding the softest, most tantalizing jelly. His fingers trailed to her nipples, teasing and flicking them, relishing the way they responded beneath his touch.

"Unnnghh...," Jen let out a loud moan. At that exact moment, the car door to Jen's left swung open, and the waiter climbed inside. Alvin was still lost in the haze of the moment, oblivious to the fact that the car had stopped--and that the waiter was about to take advantage of Jen.

A hand snake into her gown to grab her right tit and Jen felt a kiss on her neck. She knew the waiter was on her now.

She didn't stop him. Nor did she resist.

That was all the invitation the waiter needed. Without hesitation, he mauled her right tit, his other hand roaming greedily as he pressed fervent kisses across every inch of her body.

"Gosh, I've been dying to taste and devour this body from the moment you walked into the restaurant," the waiter growled, his voice dripping with raw, animalistic hunger. "This silky, smooth skin... that breathtaking face... you're the near perfect masterpiece to ever exist!"

Jen pulled away from Alvin's hungry kisses, and it was only then that he became aware of his surroundings. The car had come to a stop--and the waiter was now in the back seat with them. Alvin was on the verge of snapping at him when Jen spoke up first, her voice low and sultry. "Ungh... and... what's the one missing piece... that would make me perfect?"

Right in front of him was his beautiful dream woman, embraced by a stranger--the waiter, both hands now inside her gown mauling at her bare naked tits. Her eyes glazed and stared right back at him, revealing an undeniable thirst of lust and arousal.

Alvin could only watch, captivated, as Jen led on the situation, as though she had been anticipating this moment all along. And perhaps, that was exactly what she had intended from the very beginning, he wondered, a surge of realization sweeping over him.

The waiter now reveals a wide evil grin from ear to ear, his eyes filled with perversion. "Behave like a good little asian slut wife who invites strangers to fuck her like a bitch, letting us double team you."

Those words sent a shiver through Jen, striking deep within her. They were both an undeniable truth about who she was and a raw, crude reflection of the moment.

She looked at Alvin, her eyes scanning his face, searching for any sign of what he might feel. What she found was exactly what she'd hoped for--pure, unrestrained lust. He was silent, his gaze locked on her, as if weighing how she might respond. Would she resist, cry out for help, or...?

It was as though that moment of uncertainty was all Jen needed. With a slow, deliberate breath while maintaining her eye contact with Alvin, she whispered the words that would forever echo in his mind.

"Please... fuck me."

"No ma'am, that's not how sluts do it. You gotta beg for it... offer yourself to us," He twisted the moment further, pushing Jen toward the edge, testing if this was the breaking point he'd been waiting for.

Jen breathed harder and faster, her eyes laced thick with lust now as Alvin watched with anticipation. "Yes sir. Please sir, would you... like to fuck me? You had been staring at me while serving our food, I know you want me. You wanted to fuck me. Here I am, willing to spread my legs wide open for you to put your cock into my slutty pussy. Do you want to?"

"Oh fuck yeah, bitch! I've been waiting all night for this!" The waiter moved himself out of the car and stood up. "I knew from the moment you walked in, all prim and proper, looking so classy and way out of my league. But deep down, you're just another slut aren't ya? Come, do what sluts do best--unzip my pants for me, make it hard and ready to fuck your cunt."

Cunt...

That word echoed through Jen's mind, both an insult yet incredibly arousing for her. A stranger just described her most sensitive and private part of her body, with such crudeness and vulgarity. Yet, all the more it turned her on immensely. The more she thought about it, the more she liked that word.

"Yes sir." Still maintaining that deep lusty stare with Alvin, Jen retreated from the seat and kneeled at the pavement to unzip the waiter's pants. The waiter's cock flinged outward and hit onto Jen's cheek. It was above average but thick. Without hesitation, Jen devoured the waiter's cock in her succulent mouth, while staring right at Alvin.

Alvin swallowed hard at the scene unfolding right before his big eyes, his cock raging hard like a solid flag pole leaking with a ton of precum. He reached in and slowly rubbed his crotch. Jen looked and saw what he did and pulled out the waiter's cock from her mouth with a pop, and asked, "You... like what you're seeing?"

Alvin could only muster a nod at this point in time.

Jen smiled ever so gently and resumed her task. Very soon, the waiter's cock was slick with wetness from her saliva mixed with precum.

"Alright bitch, move into place and lemme stuff this into your married cunt," the waiter said crudely. Jen bent over with half of her body inside the car and the other half outside. As she bent lower with her elbows, the gown lifted and provided an easy access for the waiter. In one single move, he rammed his entire cock into Jen.

"OH FUCK! Unnnghhh!" Jen yelled while looking at Alvin. Without a second to waste, the waiter proceeded to fuck Jen roughly with a fast pace.

"Are you... excited watching me like this?" Jen asked Alvin with a sultry tone.

Again, Alvin could only nod.

"Do you..." Jen hesitated for a moment, then recalled the waiter's words and decided to fully embrace the role-play. Her voice turned sultry, teasing. "May I please... put your cock in my mouth? I... I wanna suck it so bad." She gazed up at him, eyes filled with feigned innocence yet dripping with desire, waiting for his reaction.

Alvin let out a deep, primal grunt as another drop of precum spilled from his throbbing length. "God, Jenny... you're so fucking hot!" he growled, his voice thick with desire.

Jen flashed a wicked smile, her confidence unwavering. "I know," she purred before lowering herself to unzip his pants. Seeing Alvin's growing member for the first time, had her heart beating fast with anticipation. As she pulled it out, her eyes grew. He's huge!, she thought.

"Wow... you're big. You've been hiding this from me for the past months?" She continued seducing Alvin with her words.

At around seven to eight inches long with a thick girth, Jen lusted to taste him. Gazing right into his eyes with smoldering desire, she slowly lowered her head down, her lips parting, the heat of her breath teasing his skin before her mouth enveloped his thick, pulsing cock with warmth and eagerness.

"OOOOOoooh.. Fuck yes, Jenny! FUCK!" Alvin grunted loudly.

"You've been dreaming about this moment for as long as you can remember, haven't you?" Jen teased, her voice dripping with seduction.

"Oh, hell yes--you have no idea," Alvin groaned, his breath ragged as he finally spoke properly. "Now that it's in your mouth... god, it's even better than I ever imagined. It feels like heaven."

As Jen worked to take in his full length, her slow, sensual strokes sent uncontrollable shudders through Alvin, his body trembling under her touch. Behind her, the waiter showed no mercy, thrusting relentlessly, completely lost in the pleasure of pounding her. Every movement, every sensation, pushed the moment to an even more feverish intensity.

Unnghh... Ohhh... Arghh.. Ungghhh...

Loud, wet, erotic slurping sounds filled the air as she was taken from both ends, each sensation sending electric pulses through her body. The intensity of the moment reignited memories of her unforgettable experience on the boat, making her shudder with a fresh wave of excitement.

"It seems like you enjoyed watching me being taken too," Jen teased, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"I...," Alvin hesitated, his throat dry. "Yes... I do."

"Then why did you stop the guys in the gym when they were groping me?"

"Because I thought... you were uncomfortable. I never realized you... actually liked it... not until later," Alvin explained.

"So you really are a slut huh? You let men in the gym groped you?" the waiter attempted asking in between his breath as he began to feel tired from the minutes-long pounding.

Jen paused momentarily, her eyes locking onto Alvin's as she let his cock linger at the entrance of her mouth, her tongue flicking teasingly over the tip. Then, with a breathy sigh, she answered the waiter. "Yesss..."

Her attention shifted back to Alvin, a playful edge to her voice. "So... now that you know, would you... have let the guys in the gym continue?"

Alvin searched her eyes, trying to uncover the depths of her desire--but there was nothing hesitant or uncertain there. As if this wasn't even her darkest craving... or perhaps, much more had already happened before.

"Yes, I would."

Jen's lips curled into a teasing smile. "And what if... they decided to do more? What if... other guys had joined in?" Before he could answer, she deepthroated his entire length in one fluid motion.

"OOOH! YESSS!" Alvin groaned loudly from the pure pleasure and nearly came. "I would let all of them devour you right there and then!"

"How would you.. Let them take me? Would you join in or watch me?"

Staring deep into her eyes with primal lust, Alvin let it all out. "Jenny, you have no idea how much all the guys, including me, craved to taste you and fuck you hard. So yes, I would let each and every guy in the gym fuck you so hard that you can't walk anymore. And I would carry you back to my house and continue using you like a slut you are."

Jen groaned loudly, shivered and cum uncontrollably. She never knew Alvin would want that deep down and now that she knew, she couldn't help but wanted it too.

Hearing their exchanges, the waiter couldn't hold back anymore and was about to cum. "FUCK! You're damn fucking hot ma'am! I'm about... to cum...! Where do you want me to cum?"

Jen turned and held gaze with the waiter. "Please... dump your cum in me sir." her voice low, sultry and dripping with seduction. Each word was a spell, a command that could bring a man to his knees in an instant.

"OH FUCK!" and the waiter cum, shooting streams upon streams of his seeds deep into Jen's womb. After what felt like minutes long, he pulled out and collapsed to the ground.

Alvin couldn't resist too, after watching what the waiter did and yelled that he's coming too. Jen grinned devilishly and pushed his entire length deep into her throat as he dumped his cum straight into her belly. The amount he was pumping was so much that Jen's throat bulged as she struggled to swallow it all, with the excess spilling from the corners of her mouth.

"Hmm... that was a tasty big load. Is that your normal volume?" Jen asked curiously while scooping up the excess dangling off her chin.

Out of breath from the orgasmic relief, Alvin let out a loud sigh. "No... no, it's you. It's because... it's you, Jenny. I've never come that much before. God, that was amazing."

Jen smiled, pleased that he was satisfied. "I'm glad you liked it." She turned around to find the waiter just lying on the floor, exhausted. His flaccid cock still coated in white rested on his belly and Jen couldn't resist taking another look at it.

"Thank you ma'am, that was absolutely lovely of you to allow us to... well, you know," the waiter somehow had a tinge of slight embarrassment after his testosterone level had dropped.

"You mean defile me?" Jen shot the waiter a sultry glance before kneeling down, slowly bringing her face close to his flaccid cock. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she purred. Holding his gaze, she took his nasty cock into her mouth, licking up all the whitish goo and cleaning him up with gentle care.

"O... oh, f... fuck," the waiter whispered weakly. Jen smirked, releasing his cock with a soft pop sound before giving his thigh a light pat, signaling him to get dressed. But as she finally stood and took in their surroundings, her breath caught--she hadn't realized just where they were until now.

They were right outside Jen's home. In her own neighborhood. Doing the deed in plain sight.

Her breath hitched as shock washed over her, leaving her frozen, mouth slightly agape.

"Sorry...," the waiter mumbled sheepishly. "You two were so into it, I didn't want to interrupt and tell you we've arrived. And... well... you're... just too hot for me to... look away and give it a miss."

"Oh... god...," was all Jen could manage at that moment. A new, unexpected thrill coursed through her--she hadn't realised this side of herself existed. Embarrassment and fear tangled with a deep, undeniable arousal.

The waiter's sharp gaze didn't miss a thing. As if reading her thoughts, he stepped closer, his hands fondling her tits once more. Leaning in, he whispered, "You should walk back home just like this--with your naked bare tits exposed for anyone to see. That's how sluts behave."

Jen's breath hitched sharply, her heartbeat racing. Just then, Alvin stepped out of the car, now fully dressed, and offered to escort her back--an attempt to salvage what was left of her dignity before the waiter could defile her further.

But the truth was... Jen unknowingly liked this. She didn't understand why yet, didn't know how, but deep down, she did. Just like when Jason had deliberately exposed her to the waiters in the restaurant, something about it awakened a thrill she couldn't deny.

Letting out a raspy sigh, she turned to Alvin. "It's.. fine. It's too late for anyone to be awake. I... can do this." Yet somehow, it sounded as if she had to do this without a choice. Alvin saw it then--this wasn't just something she was enduring. She wanted it.

Jen smiled, her warm and radiant expression effortlessly dissolving any lingering awkwardness after the deed. "Thank you for the ride. I hope you gentlemen enjoyed it just as much as I did." Lingering on the word ride just enough to make her meaning clear.

"No ma'am, the pleasure was all mine. And tonight... you're forever etched into my mind. I only hope that someday, somehow, I'll have the privilege of seeing your beautiful face again." The waiter said with sincerity. Alvin smirked, nodding his head in agreement.

Jen waved goodbye and took a few steps toward home, but then paused, her body turning slowly. She glanced back over her shoulder, her voice low and sultry once again. "And I don't even know your name."

Both the waiter and Alvin froze, their eyes widening in realization, as though the thought had just struck them. Unable to hide the effect Jen had on them, their hands moved instinctively to cover their crotches, a silent acknowledgment of her undeniable power over them.

A wide grin slowly spread across Jen's beautiful face as she turned to head home--that would be the last image of her the waiter would carry with him. As she was about to reach for the door, a soft call of her name stopped her in her tracks. She turned around to see Alvin standing just behind her.

"Hey... erm... you're still coming for the gym sessions right? Even... after what happened tonight?" Alvin asked, his voice tinged with the slightest fear of disappointment.

Jen smiled warmly at him. "Do you want me to?"

"O--of course!"

"Then I will."

"And er... thank you for the wonderful night. I didn't expect anything more, but it was... magical."

Jen chuckled, pleased he had enjoyed himself. "I'm glad you did. I had a great time, too." She leaned in slightly and whispered. "But you only tasted half of it. You sure you didn't expect more?"

"If I'm being honest, I'd be lying if I said no. There's no man who could resist you and your charm, Jenny. You're just...," Alvin said with his hands gesturing wildly to show the mind-blowing action.

"Thank you. You'll have to thank my wonderful husband for letting me do this."

"Of course, that goes without saying. I'm super happy that he... embraced this wholeheartedly. If not... well, guys like us would've missed out on a real treat."

"I'll be sure to pass that message along to him," Jen giggled softly.

"Alright, I don't wanna keep you here too long--don't want you... out naked in the open like this," Alvin couldn't help but stare at her beautiful porcelain-like tits while saying that.

Jen shot him a playful look, her chest still exposed. "Thanks. Protect me then," she said, stepping closer, giving him the chance to admire her as she dared him to look. "While we enjoy these debauchery acts, protect me."

Alvin met her gaze and for a brief second, a calm understanding passed between them, as though behind all the daring acts, she truly did need someone to keep her safe.

"But... Shaun..."

"Of course, I'm madly in love with him. He's my one and only. And I'm his forever. But he can't always be there. Especially not with all the fantasies and... well, the debauchery we might get up to."

"Oh..."

"All I'm asking is, when you're around, I just need someone I trust to help me feel... safe. Shaun has always been there for me, and no one can replace him. But it would be nice to know someone else has our backs, too."

"Of course, Jenny," Alvin replied earnestly, his tone filled with sincerity. "I'd be more than happy to do that for you both. You've both been such good friends to me already. You don't even need to ask--I'll be there for you and Shaun, anytime."

Alvin felt a deep sense of warmth and happiness wash over him, knowing Jen trusted him. It felt good, but beneath it all, there was something bittersweet about it.

"Thank you," Jen smiled, her expression warm and radiant. The power of her smile effortlessly melted away any lingering doubt or sadness Alvin had.

"Both you and Shaun continue to amaze me. I'm glad you two share such a strong bond. You're a wonderful, perfect couple," Alvin added, his voice full of admiration.

Jen smirked playfully as she turned to unlock the door. "Oh, you have no idea, Sparky. No idea. Goodnight!"

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Jen related everything to me without missing a single detail. She laid on the bed, the smell of sex strong and her top loosened, bearing her naked tits in full glory. The sight of her was all too much for me and I needed to have her right there and then.

"Wait... you saw?!" She was genuinely surprised that I had witnessed the entire play in the car just right outside.

"Well... Alvin did text me. He told me that you guys are on your way back," I admitted.

"So.. you're in cahoots with him all along?"

"Nah, I just want to be there for you, you know. So when I dropped you, I texted him that he needs to keep me updated on the whereabouts. I don't need the details, I just need to know you're safe and in good hands."

A gentle, sweet smile gradually spread across her face--the kind that appears when something truly touches your heart. She understood that this was my way of protecting her from afar, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

"Awww... Babe, what have I done to deserve you?"

"Right back at ya!" We giggled at our banter.

"So... you liked it?"

"Couldn't have asked more. I think you took their souls away already. I don't think you intend to return, do you?" I joked.

"Well... that depends I guess."

"Depends on?"

She lifted herself off the bed, close to my ears and whispered. "Depends on what my master wants me to do. I'm waiting for your next command." Her voice dropped low, raspy breath laced with sultry. "What fantasy and desire would you like to fulfill using your wife's body?"

I grunted in awe. This breathtakingly elegant woman--sophisticated, seductive, and seemingly untouchable as she glides past on the street--now lies on the bed half-dressed and body marked by passion, with a stranger's cum in her. I tugged and shifted her dress further up to reveal her sticky, wet and messy pussy.

"Wow...," I stared in admiration and intoxicated with lust. I hastily unzipped and pulled out my hardened cock, ready to pound and reclaim my wife.

She was too exhausted at this point of time and laying on the bed only made her feel even more sleepy. She decided to tease me while offering herself to me. "Sorry babe, I'm just too exhausted right now after a night of fun with my trainer and a stranger who fucked me and filled my belly with their seeds. But you may go ahead and use your wife's filthy body you owned, for your own pleasure in any way you please, my dear."

FUCK...

And fuck I did, without holding back. It was all too much and I added my cum inside her within minutes after sticking into her sloppy, slick pussy.

"Clean my cock, slut. It's filthy after sticking into your cunt and I don't want to clean this myself," I demanded, adding further degradation and dirty words to fuel my insatiable thirst of deprivation.

CUNT...

She gently opened her eyes, smiled and raised her head to take my cock in her mouth. "Yes sir, anything you need and want me to do, I will wholeheartedly do it."

What further fueled this arousal was the fact that she had willingly submitted to all these acts. Again.

In fact, I could tell she partook in leading on to the situation.

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The next morning, she was up really early to prepare breakfast for me before I left for work. I hugged her from behind and placed a loving kiss on her cheek. "Morning sweetheart. Had a good sleep?"

She giggled softly, smiling cheerfully. "I did, very much so. You? I bet you had one of the best night's sleep ever."

"I certainly did," I chuckled, turning her around to face me. "You're just such a beautiful, incredible woman. I still can't believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you."

Her smile deepened, a soft blush warming her cheeks. "Awww... sweet talking this early?"

"No sweet talking. Just the truth," I murmured, pulling her into my arms. Our lips met in a deep, lingering kiss.

"You should... have your breakfast before it gets too late," she whispered, her breath warm against my lips.

"I don't know how, baby," I whispered back, my voice husky. The taste of her was already working its magic on me.

"I will be waiting for you tonight... ready for you to take me," she smirked, eyes glinting with promise.

A slow grin spread across my face. "Ok, I'll hold you to that," I said before reluctantly letting her go.

As we sat down for breakfast, our conversation flowed effortlessly--until it circled back to that topic once again.

"So... are you really alright with what happened yesterday night?" she asked with concern.

"I'm 100% ok with it. You know it really got to me and I released within minutes."

She giggled, slightly amused yet revealing a slight relief. "I know, since you had me clean you up after."

I looked up, into her eyes. "Did... you like it? Do they taste good?" She could already sense the heightened sexual tension.

"... Yes," she murmured softly and bit her lower lips. "I like tasting them."

"Just... them?"

She left out a raspy breath and leaned closer. "No, especially the stranger. I... like that he just takes me and even cum inside me."

"So... you like the idea of... strangers... fucking you?"

She looked down, shy from my direct question. She gently nodded before looking right back into my eyes. "Yess..."

"And... do you want it more? Do it more often?"

"... If you want me to."

"No sweetheart. I want to know if you wanted it yourself."

Her breath hitched, eyes glazed with lust. "Yesss..."

"Yes what, babe?"

"I--I," her voice quivered and husky. She knew what I wanted her to admit. "I... like getting fucked by strangers. And... yes, I want to... get fucked more often by... anyone." As she finished her sentence, she reached under to feel my crotch.

Revealing an evil grin while holding on to my rock solid cock, she whispered into my ears. "I want men to pounce on me like an easy lay, fucked me anytime they want, any way they want, like the slut I am... and because my husband enjoys it so."

"Any... time... they want?" I nearly choked myself as I uttered those very same words. "Like a... whore?"

She licked her lips and gave a very sultry and seductive expression. "If my husband wills it so. Does my husband want me to be... a whore?"

I let out an animalistic grunt and nearly shot out just from that. "YESSSS.... Oh god..."

She leaned in even closer to my ears, her voice dropped below a gentle whisper. "You know, a whore gets paid for letting men fuck her, right? Is that... what you want? Men paying me to fuck me anytime they want?"

"FUCK... uh...," was all the words that could escaped my mouth.

"Either way, I'm yours. You own me. You can whore this body out for money or slut me to anyone you wish."

And that was it. I shot out.

She felt the wetness and quickly pulled my pants down to see the whitish, sticky liquid around my cock and some on my pants. She giggled and went down to clean me up, licking up every droplet of it clean.

"Oh... my... god, babe. You're so fucking hot. I don't know if any men can ever resist you."

"I know," she hopped over and sat on my lap. "They can't. Neither could you. And that's why you're mine and mine only. But so am I--yours and yours only."

"That, indeed. I can't agree more," Our gaze met and I stared deep into her mesmerizing eyes. "I love you so much, Jen. So ever much and forever will be."

"I love you so very much too. Forever yours, even after death," her voice sweet and touching, as she leaned down with her forehead and nose touching mine.

The best decision I've ever made in my life was to marry her.

The next sub-chapter awaits...

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