My Wife's Dark Fantasies Explored
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
Stella was sobbing uncontrollably on the bed. She had tears on her face, saliva drooled from the side of her lips and her dress was hiked up high onto her thigh.
I wished I could speak but I could not. Because it was not over. I opened my bag and I retrieved some items I had prepared in advance. I put on a shirt which smelled of stale sweat. I had taken a run in it and made sure I soaked it through. I also dabbed on some Indian scent and fragrance I got from the Little India area where Indian workers shopped.
I lit up some cheap Indian cigarette in the room and filled my breath with cheap smelly tobacco. In short, I smelled like shit. I took a swig of alcohol from a plastic bottle I had prepared and I approached Stella.
The moment I touched her, she screamed and begged. I ignored her. She kicked. She thrashed but I managed to flip her around.
I continued puffing the smelly cigarette in the room as Stella struggled to get away from me. I threw away the cigarette and I bent down to lick Stella on the face with my smelly breath and I could taste the salty taste of tears, sweat and fear.
I stripped myself and I could hear Stella beg and beg and beg.
“Please ... No ... Dear!!!!..., where are you ... James ... ahhhhhh ... please...”
I pulled down Stella’s stockings and underwear, letting them bunch up below her knees. The elasticity of the fabric served as a temporary restraint. But when I wanted to fuck her, I was forced to remove the stockings and her panties and left them dangling around her left ankle.
I positioned myself and I thrust myself raw and deep into the recess of my wife’s love hole. It felt heavenly as I entered the unwilling hole of my wife. She was tight, she was struggling, and she was sobbing out of control.
Stella screamed and tried to squeeze me out but I held on. I held on. This was far from over.
I was perspiring, my whole body was sticky. Every part of my skin felt like it was caked in sweat and grime as I wrestled my way to enter Stella. Whenever I pulled back in order to thrust back in, Stella would struggle with all her might and squeeze me out.
When I got squeezed out, it was really hard to get back in as Stella contracted all her muscles of the love hole, desperately trying to keep me out. It was really hard to force my way into her. It hurt a little for me too. But this wasn’t some Japanese porn fantasy where the girl just moans and waits for you to enter her.
Stella was bawling out pretty loud, shouting for help, begging for me to stop. I kept trying to hold her up, to hold her properly so I could fuck her but it was a difficult task. It was nearly impossible to get a good rhythm going. I would manage to squeeze myself in for a couple of strokes but I would get squeezed out the moment Stella caught her breath and regained her strength to tighten her vagina walls.
I could not believe how rock hard I was that day. At the same time, seeing my sweet innocent wife struggling and begging for help made me feel like I was a monster.
I decided to change my approach and I held Stella down and spread her left leg wide, lifting it up from the ground. The lack of balance ensured her own body weight kept her flat on the bed. She struggled but I held fast. I started fingering her because I knew her sweet spot. I knew where she liked to be touched and I applied the right pressure to the spot. She was really wet. I’m not sure with what.
I swore I could smell some urine, definitely sweat and a mix of her sweet love juices. I fingered her swollen clit amid her cries for help, but perhaps among those cries were moans of ecstasy. So many questions passed through my mind as I held her down. I could feel more and more of Stella’s love juice coat my fingers, slowly dripping down to the middle of my palm.
Was she feeling aroused? Was she excited or was she scared? What was going through her head at that point of time?
I knew I was aroused. I was aroused as I imagined my wife getting fucked like a slut by a construction worker after a hard day’s work. Someone caked with mud, soil and sweat.
The more she resisted, the more excited I got. I knew how to read the signs even though Stella’s body was in severe distress. Her crying and moaning all jumbled up into one big mix. But I could tell, I could tell from the sudden twitch, that sudden sharp breath, that sudden tremble, the sudden pause in movement.
All these were signs. Signs that told me Stella was almost there. Her body would recognise the signs, her nerve endings would recognize the stimulation. It was the first time I saw it and I knew it was probably the last time since this would not be happening again. I would not be able to see my wife cumming in a rape scenario ever again. That, I was sure of.
Stella’s head reared up for a sharp breath before she screamed. It was a sharp shrieking scream of pleasure mixed with helplessness. She cried, she really did, sobbing and begging for me to stop. But how could I stop? I hadn’t even given her the ultimate feeling of helplessness yet.
The plastic sheet on the bed was by then a complete mess. Stella’s hair was matted and messy. Her body was drenched through and for a brief moment I felt a warm trickle running down her thigh and I could smell the acidic smell of urine.
It stopped almost immediately after it started. I flipped her over onto her back and she started kicking and screaming but it was too late. With half her body on the bed and her legs flailing, I positioned myself in a standing missionary position in between her legs with her stockings and panties bunched up into an untidy mess on her left ankle.
The moment Stella felt the touch of my manhood, she lost it again, crying and begging.
“Noooooo ... no ... please ... ahhh ... ahh ... James ... James ... Where are you ... ahhh ... No.”
It took me a while really, it was not easy to enter Stella but when I eventually did, she screamed and kicked harder but it was no use. It was no use because I was in, and I buried myself really deep to the hilt of my dick.