fetish about wife past sex , anyone has ?

[joinus]

Of course, Ah Di didn’t just stop there.

Emboldened by what happened that night, he tried to push his luck further—sending my wife messages, complimenting her, saying things like “You’re amazing… I know I can make you feel even better.”

But she shut it down cold.

She feigned memory loss from the alcohol, brushed him off with a cold, disapproving look. When he tried again, her expression turned to one of clear disgust. That was enough to keep him at arm’s length—for now.

But he didn’t give up completely. He changed tactics.

Instead of flirting, he started showing off—sending her photos of family trips, subtly flashing his wealth, bragging about his crypto gains, his sleek bachelor pad, the car he drives… anything to impress her.

A classic play: if seduction fails, try status.

Still, he doesn’t get it. She’s not that easily swayed.

And now, to my surprise, there’s another gathering planned in a few weeks.

Same people. Same drinks. Same temptations.

And as for me?

Well… the naughty part of me is already spinning ideas.

What else could I make Ah Di do this time?

How fast can I make him cum… on the spot? 😈

[joinus]

The night of the gathering arrived.

I let Ah Di have his moment. While I stepped out for a smoke with a few of the guys, I knew he’d take my absence as an invitation to hover around her again, probably trying to flirt, thinking I was out of sight.

But during the smoke break, something unexpected happened.

One of the guys casually pulled me aside and offered me a contact—for authentic Cialis. I blinked, caught off guard.

“Why the hell would I need that?” I asked.

He smirked. “Come on, with a hot wife like yours? You’ve got to keep up. Otherwise, someone else will do it for you.”

That hit wrong. I narrowed my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He chuckled and said, “Just that Ah Di told us your wife flashed him that night—white, smooth skin, part of her breast. Said she grabbed his cock and offered him a blowjob right then. He claimed he turned her down because it felt ‘wrong.’ Then said she told him she hasn’t had a ‘real hard cock’ in a while, that yours was too soft.”

For a moment, I froze.

Then the rage surged up in me.

"Kan ni na beh... chee bye kia!"

I couldn’t keep it in.

I told the guys exactly what really happened that night. How it was all orchestrated. How he was nothing more than a puppet for our private fun. How he came in his pants just from a bit of teasing.

I added, “Funny thing is, tonight I actually planned to let him have a bit more fun… but now? Screw him. If there’s going to be a show—it's open to the floor.”

The guys laughed, some skeptical, some intrigued.

But later that night, the guilt crept in.

Had I just turned my wife into the center of their fantasies? Did I just cheapen something that was meant to be our private game?

Then again… even if I’d kept my mouth shut, they were already looking at her that way.

Maybe this is just me trying to comfort myself.

That’s when another thought hit me.

I remembered Ah Di’s family photos—especially his mom. Surprisingly well-kept for her age. Polished. Elegant. Definitely a MILF with class. The kind of woman who’s been well cared for… and knows it.

I smiled to myself.

If the chance ever came to meet her—let’s just say I’d give her what her son clearly couldn’t handle.

Maybe even record it.

But for now... back to tonight.

Ah Di had his chance. He blew it—literally.

Now I’m thinking... how do I let the other guys watch and enjoy, without ever touching?

Naughty me… has an idea.

[joinus]

Later that evening, I called the guys out for another smoke break.

Once we were gathered outside, I grinned and gave them a little challenge.

“Let’s make it interesting,” I said. “Whoever can accurately and vividly describe what bra my wife is wearing tonight—not just the color or type, but in real detail—will earn a little opportunity for some thrill.”

I added with a smirk, “You each get one shot. Send your descriptions to me on WhatsApp when you're ready. But no second chances. And as for chee bye kia—he’s out of the game.”

That got a laugh. They knew exactly who I meant.

Back inside, it became an unspoken competition.

One by one, the guys subtly positioned themselves near her—trying to make her laugh harder, lift her arms, lean forward, or move in a way that might give the slightest peek beneath her clothes. Drinks were offered, jokes were cracked, seats were shifted. All under the guise of friendly banter… but every one of them had their eyes locked on the prize.

I stood back, quietly observing, a strange mix of pride and arousal building inside me. It felt like I was in control of the whole room… and they didn’t even realize it.



They didn’t stand a chance. She was dressed conservatively tonight—almost playfully defiant. A fitted white T-shirt with black stripes, short sleeves, and a high neckline. No plunges. No sheer fabric. No gaps to peek into. It hugged her form just enough to tease, but gave away nothing.

She looked effortlessly sexy—precisely because she left everything to the imagination.

Still, the desperation in their eyes amused me. The way grown men craned their necks, leaned a little too far, and tried every social trick to make her move—it was almost art.

Then I noticed Ah Di.

He was unusually still. Watching from across the table.

His eyes weren’t on her—they were on the others. He could sense something had shifted. That the attention he once had was now elsewhere. He looked confused, then uneasy.

He was being left out, and he knew it.

And just as I caught that flicker of insecurity on his face—

Something unexpected happened ...

[shenlong]

Lots of unexpected cliff hanger.
It's hanging us wet...

Originally Posted by joinus

Later that evening, I called the guys out for another smoke break.

Once we were gathered outside, I grinned and gave them a little challenge.

“Let’s make it interesting,” I said. “Whoever can accurately and vividly describe what bra my wife is wearing tonight—not just the color or type, but in real detail—will earn a little opportunity for some thrill.”

I added with a smirk, “You each get one shot. Send your descriptions to me on WhatsApp when you're ready. But no second chances. And as for chee bye kia—he’s out of the game.”

That got a laugh. They knew exactly who I meant.

Back inside, it became an unspoken competition.

One by one, the guys subtly positioned themselves near her—trying to make her laugh harder, lift her arms, lean forward, or move in a way that might give the slightest peek beneath her clothes. Drinks were offered, jokes were cracked, seats were shifted. All under the guise of friendly banter… but every one of them had their eyes locked on the prize.

I stood back, quietly observing, a strange mix of pride and arousal building inside me. It felt like I was in control of the whole room… and they didn’t even realize it.



They didn’t stand a chance. She was dressed conservatively tonight—almost playfully defiant. A fitted white T-shirt with black stripes, short sleeves, and a high neckline. No plunges. No sheer fabric. No gaps to peek into. It hugged her form just enough to tease, but gave away nothing.

She looked effortlessly sexy—precisely because she left everything to the imagination.

Still, the desperation in their eyes amused me. The way grown men craned their necks, leaned a little too far, and tried every social trick to make her move—it was almost art.

Then I noticed Ah Di.

He was unusually still. Watching from across the table.

His eyes weren’t on her—they were on the others. He could sense something had shifted. That the attention he once had was now elsewhere. He looked confused, then uneasy.

He was being left out, and he knew it.

And just as I caught that flicker of insecurity on his face—

Something unexpected happened ...

[joinus]

Originally Posted by shenlong

Lots of unexpected cliff hanger.
It's hanging us wet...

5 part and over 2,000 words in 3 days. Using my wife. The response seems lukewarm ...

[Nitrolicious]

Originally Posted by joinus

5 part and over 2,000 words in 3 days. Using my wife. The response seems lukewarm ...

Looking forward to more!

[Rickey]

Originally Posted by joinus

5 part and over 2,000 words in 3 days. Using my wife. The response seems lukewarm ...

So naughty n teasing leh u bro ...wanna gauge how the guys salivate for yr naughty wife ...well written in good english...must hv scored scored As in yr english exam ..pls don't stop n continue asap...give u my 31 points to compensate u for yr time n effort to share with us...don't leave us in suspense n hanging halfway like that

[TrentC]

Originally Posted by Rickey

So naughty n teasing leh u bro ...wanna gauge how the guys salivate for yr naughty wife ...well written in good english...must hv scored scored As in yr english exam ..pls don't stop n continue asap...give u my 31 points to compensate u for yr time n effort to share with us...don't leave us in suspense n hanging halfway like that

As got sex essay

[viper]

Waiting for more updates. Keep up the good writing.
Your wife seem to be the typical OL. Dressed simple but have her X factor

[joinus]

Originally Posted by Rickey

So naughty n teasing leh u bro ...wanna gauge how the guys salivate for yr naughty wife ...well written in good english...must hv scored scored As in yr english exam ..pls don't stop n continue asap...give u my 31 points to compensate u for yr time n effort to share with us...don't leave us in suspense n hanging halfway like that

Thanks bro! Return the ups.


Looking back, I do feel a sense of conflict about how everything unfolded.

What began as a simple, playful attempt to spice up our sex life—letting her tease Ah Di a little—gradually evolved into something else entirely. Now, nearly every male colleague has probably fantasized about her. And here I am, not only allowing it, but sharing the whole experience openly with the SBF bros.

Writing it out stirred something in me—a strange mix of pride and arousal. There’s an undeniable thrill in the contrast: she’s the sweet, soft-spoken, demure type. The kind who carries an air of quiet elegance. And yet, I’m the one pulling the strings behind these bold, provocative games.

But there’s a flip side.

It reminds me of that post-climax clarity—the way lust can override reason. In the heat of the moment, you’d do anything to get what you desire. But once it’s over… that wave of guilt creeps in. You start questioning yourself. Why did I go that far? Why did I need more, when I already have the woman I love?

That said, I’m not here to force this story onto anyone.

If no one’s really interested—if it’s just indulgence on my part—then maybe that’s a sign. A good reason to take a step back. A breather. Let it all settle.

It’s that line between pleasure and consequence that this whole experience continues to straddle.

[laulankia]

Originally Posted by hayhay

U should ask laulankia his wife always fuck around cause she is a Thai prositute and he married her

how your laubu told u that u are the real loser? so now quiet like ah gua. haha pathetic

[Sushi505]

Originally Posted by joinus

5 part and over 2,000 words in 3 days. Using my wife. The response seems lukewarm ...

Waiting for your continuation bro

[Rickey]

Originally Posted by joinus

Thanks bro! Return the ups.

Looking back, I do feel a sense of conflict about how everything unfolded.

What began as a simple, playful attempt to spice up our sex life—letting her tease Ah Di a little—gradually evolved into something else entirely. Now, nearly every male colleague has probably fantasized about her. And here I am, not only allowing it, but sharing the whole experience openly with the SBF bros.

Writing it out stirred something in me—a strange mix of pride and arousal. There’s an undeniable thrill in the contrast: she’s the sweet, soft-spoken, demure type. The kind who carries an air of quiet elegance. And yet, I’m the one pulling the strings behind these bold, provocative games.

But there’s a flip side.

It reminds me of that post-climax clarity—the way lust can override reason. In the heat of the moment, you’d do anything to get what you desire. But once it’s over… that wave of guilt creeps in. You start questioning yourself. Why did I go that far? Why did I need more, when I already have the woman I love?

That said, I’m not here to force this story onto anyone.

If no one’s really interested—if it’s just indulgence on my part—then maybe that’s a sign. A good reason to take a step back. A breather. Let it all settle.

It’s that line between pleasure and consequence that this whole experience continues to straddle.

Thanks for the return favour ...am pretty sure that many r enjoying yr story in the background but afraid to speak up for whatever reason...I for one m enjoying reading yr sharing...think most bros understand wat u r saying or where u r cumming from bro...reading your story n with the pic of yr pretty notti wife, u got me fantasizing abt her too ...haha

after something impromptu or after the heat of the moment that is usually unexpected, there is the reflection n it depends on each individual case...some may regret that they hv gone too far but most in yr situation shd not ...doing anything to enhance the enjoyment of sex with yr wife shd be ok provided it is consensual n no one is forced into it, married or not...so don't worry there is no harm done so far as we read it...looking forward to read more if there is