[TheArtist]

Lost

Was it 15 minutes? Or 30 minutes? Or closer to 40 minutes? My dearest wife has lost track of time. The coolness of the bedsheets did nothing to sooth the heat her ass felt, as the boss plunged his hard, warm cock deeper and deeper into her ass. It started slow with the boss easing his big cock in. As my wife’s anal muscles relaxed, the boss picked up his pace and began slamming his whole 10-inch cock into her ass.

Piak! Piak!! Piakk!! Piak!

Her ass cheeks jiggled as the boss slammed his cock deep into her with each powerful thrust. The sounds of their bodies slapping together and my wife’s cries echoed throughout the bedroom as the boss fucked her raw ass ferociously.

Boss: You’re so fucking tight, Jane. You were made for this.

My wife could feel her pussy growing wetter, betraying the arousal that she felt despite the taboo nature of the act. One she had always rejected, even the thoughts of it. Now, her ass was used for this man’s pleasure. She felt her pussy clench around emptiness, begging for attention while her ass was mercilessly fucked. The thickness of his member stretched her beyond what she thought possible. She bit down on the pillow to muffle the cries of both pain and pleasure that threatened to escape her lips. The initial discomfort grew into a warm sensational pleasure she couldn’t deny…

The boss seemed to sense her arousal and his fingers found their way to her wet clit and began rubbing it in the same tempo as his fucking. The combined sensation sent shockwaves through her body, making her arch her back and moan louder into the pillow.

Jane, once a boring and usually reserved Singaporean Chinese wife, my wife, found herself on all fours and fucked thoroughly by this burly ang moh. Her body was utterly used and abused to satisfy his lust, and it was far from over. In the aftermath, she was sore all over and of course, I didn’t know what happen at that time. Knowing the truth now felt strange. It felt unreal. But deep down I knew it was all true.

There was no rest for my wife, except for the brief moments the boss changed their positions. On all fours, my wife turned her head to look at the mirror beside the bed. She could see her body, back arched and her ass raised, receiving the full impact of every hard thrust as the boss slammed into her from behind. The mirror showed the angle of his cock sliding fully inside her, disappearing deep and then pulling out again in steady rhythm. The sensation of being filled so thoroughly, combined with his kisses on her neck and the firm hold on her waist, made her feel both fragile and helpless. She couldn’t move under his strong grip, and could only endure the relentless fucking in her ass.

The boss, after countless minutes, flipped her over onto her back. Now, my wife was lying back on the bed with her hips raised by pillows and legs draped over his shoulders, with the mirror now capturing the intimate scene from behind. He knelt between her legs, with one hand holding her waist and the other steadying her lower back as he slowly pushed into her tight, warm anus again. The depth was breathtaking as every inch inside her was filled. The ass fucking continued. His steady thrusts became stronger and faster, his breath hot in her ear as he leaned in close. My wife wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek as he leaned forward. Encouraged by her act, the boss turned to face her and locked his lips on hers. Their bodies pressed together and her D-cup breasts were squashed to the sides. My wife frenched the boss like lovers while the boss carried on slapping his cock deep into her ass. The room was now filled with her muffled moans, kissing and sucking sounds and the sharp slaps as the fucking continued.

The boss then lifted my wife on and shifted into a cowboy position, with my wife on top. There, she knelt between his legs, facing the mirror that reflected the curve of her spine. She sat down and from the mirror reflection, she watched the way his cock disappeared into her. The boss’ hands steadied her hips as she lowered herself onto him, the feeling of his hardness filling her tight back entrance in a way that was both overwhelming and addictive. She rocked slowly at first, savoring the full stretch and the way his cock filled her completely. The mirror showed her body undulating, and her breasts bouncing softly with each movement, her face a mix of concentration and pleasure. He gently tilted her hips upward, then in one swift motion he pulled her down. My wife’s eyes flew open and a loud cry escaped her mouth. The full weight of her body and the pull downwards pushed the large cock deeper into her ass. The sensation was unlike anything she had felt before, an intense fullness paired with a steady pounding that reached deep inside her.

With her hands braced on his chest, she guided the pace, starting with slow thrusts that let her savour how deeply he plunged into her. The first few rides were exploratory: she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and let out a soft moan as she discovered just how much of him she could take. The mirror showed her own shoulders flexing, breasts lifting and falling with the motion, and the slight catch of her breath every time she slid fully down. Her heart filled with unfiltered lust and excitement. She loved watching herself riding the cock in the mirror. It felt dirty. It felt almost shameful. But most important of all, it felt really, really good.

As she found her rhythm, the slow rocking gave way to a deeper, faster thrusts. Each circle of her hips carried him deeper into her hungry ass, and the thick fullness built into a warmth that spread through her belly and down her thighs. She could feel the way his cock stretched her, teasing the most sensitive spot just inside her, and every gentle bump against that spot set off sparks of pleasure that made her toes curl into the sheets. As she quickened her pace, she felt closer and closer to the edge. Her excitement mounting until her entire body quivered.

Then it happened: the slow-burn in her belly exploded into a long, rolling orgasm. Unlike orgasms from her pussy, this didn’t come as one sharp peak but as a series of waves that spread out from inside her. She arched her back as the first wave crashed through her, crying out in surprise and delight. In the mirror across the room she caught a glimpse of herself, her eyes closed, lips parted, body trembling in the aftermath of each surge. She watched as the reflections of her hips rose and fell. The orgasm lasted far longer than anything she had ever experienced. Where her vaginal climaxes typically peaked and then faded, this one stretched on. Even after her movements slowed, she felt the continued pleasure deep inside her. When she finally came back to herself, she opened her eyes and saw the boss watching her with a soft smile on his face. She fell onto his chest, tired and he cradled her in his arms and the couple kissed and frenched again, this time in a slower pace but much more passionate.

Jane: Love you boss…

Boss: Your husband? What about him?

Jane: I love you more… boss… I’m your woman now…

The boss grinned and shifted my wife onto all fours again. He hadn’t came and wasn’t going to let my wife go just yet. Needless to say, he fucked her anal for the rest of the night, and probably came into her ass raw multiple times. In the morning, they washed up together in the bathroom again. No prizes for guessing, the boss probably fucked her ass and mouth again.

Ivan sent my wife home that day. Not right away. He drove her back to his apartment first. He wanted a piece of the fun. When they stepped into Ivan’s apartment, without a word he crossed to a tall dresser and pulled open the top drawer, revealing a single garment neatly folded. He laid it out on the bed, a black, sheer, sleeveless bodysuit, cut high at the hips and tailored to the curve of her figure.

Ivan watched her with dark eyes as he instructed her to change into the bodysuit. She went into the toilet to change without hesitation, the memory of the boss’s bedroom still lingering in her mind. She was fucked for so long in her ass, that her pussy was aroused but never satisfied. She stepped into the bodysuit’s leg openings. When she pulled it up over her hips, the high cut framed her pelvis, leaving the sides of her waist bare. Finally, she slipped her arms through the sleeveless openings and tugged the mock neck mesh up over her head.

As the bodysuit settled into place, she felt its tight embrace. The sheer fabric revealed the pale curve of her breasts, her nipples could be seen, the gentle slope of her waist, and the hollow at the small of her back. Gathering at the crotch was a tiny patch of opaque black for minimal coverage, but even that was so thin it hinted at everything beneath. She walked out, and faced Ivan, knowing the next ordeal will leave her broken and sore like she never experienced before…