My Wife's Dark Fantasies Explored
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Before starting a family, my shy, pretty Chinese Singaporean wife and I agreed to make our darkest fantasies reality. When I helped her to realize her darkest fantasies, I discovered that underneath her shy exterior there lay an insatiable slut.
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7 May 2022, Tuesday.
Stella and I hardly spoke and even if we did, it was only when it was absolutely necessary. I wanted to give her time to think and sort out her thoughts. I knew her. I knew her personality. When she was ready, she would talk so there was no point in forcing her.
10 May 2022, Friday.
After a week of giving me the cold shoulder, Stella finally got a little better. She asked me out for dinner that evening and I could feel things going back to normal to a certain degree. Over the meal, I apologized to her a few times, adding that I would never hurt her and it was never my intention to let her get in harm’s way.
She hardly spoke over dinner and even though she smiled more, I did not know if she was truly ok. I found out she was truly ok at about 2 am on the Saturday morning.
11 May 2022, Saturday, 2am.
I woke up with a jolt as I felt Stella straddle me. I was honestly in a daze, in a half asleep mode. But the words Stella spoke woke me up immediately. I was instantly awake. I knew immediately that Stella was ok. If was as if a switch had been flicked in her head.
“Tie me up and fuck me.”
I did. And I did it again. And again. We did not sleep that Saturday morning. We went again and again, replaying the same sick scenario in the comfort of our bedroom. Finally, at 6.30 am we slept, then we fucked and we slept and we fucked again.
It was the first time we had ever done something like that. We were both sleepy and tired by then and I was on the verge of zoning out, of falling into a deep sleep. But right before I was knocked out, I heard the words Stella said clearly. Clear as a bell struck in the middle of a square.
“How are we going to do the 3rd paragraph?”
I was knocked out totally after that.
I remember drifting off into a deep sleep. A really deep one with a lot of dreams, but I was unable to remember any of them. I woke up around noon with a really bad headache and a rumbling stomach. Stella was still sleeping beside me and I roused her from her sleep. We just cuddled the sleepiness away before we laughed ourselves awake.
“What was that?” I inquired.
Her answer was “I don’t know ... it just happened.”
We washed up before heading out for brunch. We had a hearty meal at the food court near our place before we took a stroll back home. I could tell Stella was thinking about what happened last weekend and I could feel she wanted to talk about it. I wanted to talk about it too and I had a feeling she could sense it, just that neither of us wanted to be the first to bring it up.
5pm
Stella was sitting on the sofa while stitching up a small open slit in a pillow when I brought her a cup of coffee. I took a seat opposite her and I just stared at her. She shot me a glance before frowning with her forehead wrinkled up in a questioning look.
“What?”
I just smiled and she continued her patching of the pillow. She bit off the remaining loose end of the thread she had been sewing with, and put the sewing kit away before disappearing into the bedroom with the pillow. Moments later, she came out and took the coffee before settling down on the seat beside me.
I knew it was hard for her to start the conversation. I knew she would blush and feel awkward. I decided to save her the embarrassment and asked her about the experience. It was the only way I would find out how she felt. It was probably the only way she could relate her feelings to me.
“Dear ah ... How are you feeling?”
She nodded an indicative ‘ok’ but she did not meet my eye. She just stared into her coffee cup, as if knowing what was about to follow.
“Shall we talk about it?”
Stella nodded again and I waited for her to put down her cup.
I started from the beginning, right from the start. I asked about what was going through her mind that fateful morning. What was she feeling knowing that she was going to be taken by two Taiwanese clients of mine which I had supposedly arranged?
She took a while to collect her thoughts before starting.
“I was feeling nervous and excited ... I was a little apprehensive and ... I was quite turned on.”
She went on to add that the anticipation while she was waiting and every second that led up to the moment was mentally very arousing. It was the wait, it was the thoughts. The endless loop of thinking and thinking that excited her. The thoughts of being fucked by 2 strangers she had never met. Stella tried to find words to describe what she had felt but in the end she just said this:
“I really don’t think I could find any words to describe what I was feeling ... it’s ... it’s just ... I don’t know.”
She ended it saying that she did not have the vocabulary to describe what she was feeling. I did not know what was happening to me but I was getting an erection listening to Stella relate what happened that day. It was really weird, I knew what happened that day but as I listened to my wife talk about her feelings, it still turned me on.
She moved on slowly recalling what had happened and trying to find the words to describe her feelings, but eventually we came to the part after I tied her up. Stella confessed that she was initially pretty excited the moment I left her alone. All that was running through her mind were just thoughts of my two Taiwanese clients.
Her thoughts were shattered immediately when she heard the voices of the two Indian workers. The moment she heard their voices, she was shocked. She did not know what to do or how to react. The only thought that occurred to her was that some workers had come back to finish up some work over the weekend and we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The first thing she did was try to get free but she was tied up too tightly to break loose, and the moment she realized that, she panicked.
Stella stopped talking the moment she got to the part where the workers started touching her. I could see my wife struggling a little with her emotions but she was trying to control herself. I felt immensely aroused, thinking about my wife reliving her rape scenario. Stella tried, she really did try to speak, but no words came out.
Yes it was staged, yes I came inside her but at that point in time, she was not aware. I could only imagine what she was feeling, it had to have been so real for her.
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