My Wife's Dark Fantasies Explored
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Gang Bang Oriental Male Oriental Female Cream Pie Oral Sex Safe Sex Squirting Voyeurism Prostitution
30 April 2022. Tuesday
It was the day before a public holiday.
For the three weeks after Stella met Kim, I felt as if we connected on a different level as husband and wife. I don’t know how to describe it in words but it was just different. We were more loving towards each other. We were more generous with praise and more open to showing our affection towards each other in public. But Stella is still the shy girl I knew and married. She still blushes easily.
Over dinner on the eve of the public holiday, I asked Stella.
“Dear...”
“Yeah?”
“We’re done with the first paragraph of your letter.”
There was immediate silence between the 2 of us. I could see Stella looking away, embarrassed, her mind deliberating whether to proceed. She had fulfilled part of her fantasy, her dark secret of being a paid escort to fuck someone she never met, but that was not all.
That was not all that was written in the letter. Stella wrote more than that. There were 3 short paragraphs. The letter was structured in a way as if one thing leads to another inevitably, as if you’re dropping deeper and deeper into quicksand, being sucked down. The exact words of the first paragraph were as follows:
I’ve always been curious and wondered what it would be like to be a paid escort for a day. The thought of being sent to meet a total stranger, the strange and unfamiliar hotel room, and the thought of being fucked all for the sake of money. Not that I need the money.
The 2nd paragraph had me stumped a little to be honest. It was a little out of the ordinary. I had a few candidates in mind, and I was deliberating with myself who would take the bait. Not everyone would take the risk. Not everyone would dare to do it. It’s a risk. A big one especially in Singapore. I had tried to put myself in the same position and asked myself if I had the balls to do it. I could not give myself an answer.
Then again, we’ll never know if we don’t try.
“Are ... are ... you sure dear? ... It’s ok ... I’m already very happy you ... went through...” Stella’s voice trailed off.
I held onto her hands in a reassuring manner.
“Why don’t we just open your envelope? We could do yours instead.”
But I refused and replied that it was ok, that everything was ok.
After dinner was finished, I told Stella that she needed to be mentally prepared. It could happen anytime, and that it would be good if she could notify her office about the need to take a few days leave on short notice when it happens. I could see Stella was excited and her mind was already thinking about it.
We fucked each other’s brains out that evening, and for one time, only one time. I told her to think about that previous encounter. I told her to pretend I’m Kim, that I’m another man and that she’s just a cheap dirty slut instead of the sweet and shy conservative girl she is.
She came so hard that she squirted a little for the first time in her life and we were both shocked.
I lay in bed that evening thinking about the next part of Stella’s fantasy. I wanted to try my best to fulfill it. I was not too concerned about how to pull it off. I knew how to set the stage. I could set up the entire scene and scenario. I was sure I could get the mood and tempo right too. The question was whether my intended target would take the bait.
After a little more deliberation, I decided to just make the bait look like a delicious and irresistible snack. I sipped some water as I deliberated and looked at my wife. The thing is she already is delicious looking and irresistible.
I decided a change in description was needed. I would need to make the bait look like a delicious and irresistible slut.
1 May 2022, Wednesday, 8am
Stella and I were having our morning coffee at the table when I brought up the idea for discussion. I could not possibly do it without at least consulting her on the general direction but I had something up my sleeve. A little something which I did not intend to tell her. No, it would not deviate from the overall fantasy but I guessed it would strengthen and bring it up to a whole new level for her if she did not know about it.
Discussing and planning was one thing, the thing was I had no intention of following through with the plan I discussed with Stella. That was more for show because if everything went according to plan, she would already know what was going to happen more or less. It would remove the element of surprise, of fear, of helplessness.
She had written in her letter that she wanted to feel afraid and helpless and fucked against her will. I really wanted her to feel it. But the thing about this next part was that I was not too comfortable letting things go out of control.
I love my wife.
I wanted her fantasy fulfilled but at the end of the day I needed to ask myself one question. Am I comfortable and ok with fulfilling this second fantasy? For this one, there was only so far I would go and only so far I would allow others to go in terms of having their way with my wife.
I was confident I could deliver the same results. I brought up the idea of her being a slut for this particular plan and I could see Stella was a little apprehensive.
“How do you define a slut?” She had a slight frown on her forehead as she spoke.
After another 30 minutes of discussion, Stella agreed that the temptation must be present but she did not agree to behave like a slutty girl for the evening.
“It’s weird ... it’s just not me ... I think it won’t come out right.”
We finally agreed that perhaps the only part we could work on was the dressing. Something provocative and suggestive, yet leaving room for imagination. However, Stella had some short skirts and dresses, not a lot, and she would wear shorts under the skirt or dress for modesty whenever she wore them. We went to her wardrobe and started talking and discussing.