My Wife's Dark Fantasies Explored
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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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When I received that phone call, I was on it for about 30 minutes. Stella was just doing some of her static workout on the mat in the living room. She was perspiring, her sweat caused her skin to glisten and sparkle and I could hear her panting away.
It was not an easy phone call, there was a lot of explanation, a lot of proposals and counter proposal. Strings were being pulled, and favors were being called in. I could not make a decision. When I put down the phone, I went over to Stella and told her after she had finished, I needed to ask her something.
3 August 2022, Saturday, 5.30pm.
Stella nodded and replied “Yeah? What is it?” I waited for her to finish her drink of water before I spoke.
“Dear ... about the 3rd paragraph.”
I paused and observed her reaction. Stella was a little taken aback.
“Dear ... No ... don’t need to go on ... any more ... I’m already ... very happy already.”
She gestured to the box we had tucked away in the corner of the living room.
“Come ... let’s do your envelope.”
I smiled and I held onto her wrist, pulling her sweaty body onto mine.
“EEEeeeee ... don’t want ... I’m sticky and smelly.”
“Dear...” I looked at her and told her that there had been a bit of development. And there was a very real chance of the 3rd paragraph happening if she was willing to do it.
“What do you mean? It’s ... who’s going to pay for it? It’s not possible. No one would spend that much money.”
I smiled and told her the money is settled.
“It’s ... it’s ... just whether you ... want to do it.”
Stella shook her head.
“No ... no ... it’s ok James ... No I don’t want.”
I hugged Stella and whispered in her ear. I whispered in her ear the content of the phone call and who it was from. It took Stella a moment to digest the news.
“I ... I don’t believe you ... I ... I...”
She just left me in the living room and she went off to take a shower after her exercise. I watched Stella disappear into the room. She did not give me a reply, but I did not need her to. I knew deep down she would do it. I just knew it. What I did not know, was how different things would turn out when Stella and I embarked on that journey.
The phone call had come from Kim. I definitely did not expect the call from him as he hardly ever calls me. We corresponded mainly via mail and phone calls happen only when he was in Singapore. I was a little surprised that he made the call from Korea. Kim started off as a casual chat, asking how I was before going to the main topic. Yes, it was about Stella.
Kim is a married man with a kid. And I could tell he was a little embarrassed to be raising the topic of Stella with me. He speaks decent English but still found it hard to express himself properly. He started off asking about Stella, and whether I was still booking her. I had told him I was her regular and that was why I recommended her to him.
I could tell he was embarrassed over the phone when he casually asked if Stella was interested in traveling to Korea. That was when I felt a moment of panic and I rejected him outright.
“I ... sorry ... I don’t think she’s comfortable.”
Kim said he was willing to pay. My concerns were genuine. There was no way I would be interested in letting my wife go to a foreign country on her own to meet another man. God knows what could happen. She could be sold to North Korea as a sex slave for all I know. I put up several excuses to Kim initially, saying that the Korean girls I’d had in Seoul were so much better and prettier. He should be spoilt for choice.
“No ... No ... it’s not ... Stella’s ... natural ... she’s pretty and sweet.”
“Haha. Hyung, there are so many pretty and sweet girls in Korea, I’m sure you are spoilt for choice.”
“Haha. Stella is different. I like her ... she’s different. Are you still booking her lately?”
“Ermm ... yeah ... Pretty regularly. Haha.”
Kim laughed and said he would love to meet her again. I told him Stella is holding down a full time job and is only a part-time escort, so it would be really hard for her to commit to meeting him in Korea. I also told Kim that she does not do this often, it’s really only for exclusive clients and only through recommendation and contacts.
“I don’t think she would be comfortable going to Korea.”
It was then Kim mentioned something which came as a little out of the blue.
“James, tell you what ... Why ... Why ... don’t you book her ... And come together to Korea ... we can ... We can share her ... hahaha.”
I was a little taken aback at Kim’s suggestion but he continued.
“Actually ... actually. I want to meet ... Stella ... But I also need someone I trust around ... it’s a little complicated.”
I told Kim that the decision was not up to me but out of respect for him, I told him I would ask Stella about it. I was about to hang up on the phone but Kim carried on talking. Kim started asking me more about Stella.
Did she take bookings regularly? What is she doing for her full time job? What does she like? Is she seeing anyone at the moment?
Questions like that did not really sit well with me. Stella is my wife after all and if someone wanted to make a move on her, I had every right to step in. Of course, she was fucked by Kim but I saw it from a different perspective. It was something physical. Emotions were not in play, if they were, then things would get sticky and complicated.
“Hyung, Stella is in logistics and shipping ... Ermm ... She is attached ... she is getting married soon ... soon ... and you are married too Hyung, ... I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Oh ... oh ... no ... no James ... sorry ... no ... haha. I don’t mean that way ... hahaha. Sorry ... No.”