My wife's dark fantasy

ilikeoldchangke · #1 02-06-2014, 10:21 PM

My wife Stella and I have been married for 3 years.

As we slowly approached our big 30, our parents started pressuring us to start a family.

Now Stella and I love kids, and we have no doubts we wanted a few of our own, but we also wanted to have time for each other.

We wanted to have a couple of years all to ourselves before we take on the responsibility of being parents.

Stella and i met when we were interns at a small office during our year out and after a few gatherings and dinner, we started dating, before we realised it, marriage was on the cards.

We did not go the typical route of having a grand banquet or a nice reception but instead chose to keep things simple with a ceremony at the ROM attended by close friends and relatives.

We got married young compared to our group of friends, in fact we were one of the few tying the knot at our mid 20s.

Financially wise we were not too stretch since doing away with the banquet saved us quite a bomb.

We live a simple and fulfilling live, and there’s nothing we look forward more than to be in each other’s arms after a long day of work.

As the years pass, I watched Stella grow and change from the sweet fresh grad to the corporate executive she is today.

Now in terms of the looks and personality department, I don’t have any complains. I knew I was the envy of my friends when I first brought her out for a gathering.

Her sweet demeanour personality attracted my guy friends like bees to honey.
Subconsciously, the guys slowly drifted a little closer, eager to hear her talk, yearning to see her smile.

I was pretty sure they were looking at her legs but a good friend of mine reassured me that they were more interested in her full and firm bottom before quickly skipping away, laughing as he tried to balance his drink in his hand.

Yeap, Stella had a pretty firm and perky bottom, not so full that she walks weird but it somehow just looked proportionate to her overall outlook. It perks up well, filling out whatever she chose to wear.

Even today I could still see men on the streets sneaking in a quick stare whenever she wore something tight.

Her bottom is nice, I’ve seen them up close, explored every nook and corner but personally what I liked about Stella was her legs.

She’s not very tall, but at 1.63, only 4 cm shorter than me, she would sometimes tower over me if she decided to put on a pair of really high heels.

Her legs are smooth and white, not pale though, it’s just a healthy shade. Her calves are naturally toned even though she hardly worked out. I could see the attention from other men whenever she heads out in skirts or dresses.

Stella had this small mole at the back of her left knee and like an opposite mirror image, she had one on her right elbow too.

The minor imperfections that made her so perfect in my eyes.

I could not remember how many nights I spent, savouring and worshipping her sexy pair of legs, kissing and letting my tongue linger near her feet. She was aroused as well, knowing that her legs turned me on.

In fact Stella got aroused whenever she realised that I get turned on by her.

It was as if she craved the attention I was showering her.

I remembered a particular trip to Bintan back in 2010 right after we got married. It was a trip with friends and there were 4 couples including me and Stella.

When Stella pulled off her top revealing her bikini, there was a moment of awkward silence among my 3 other guy friends before things went back to normal.

I knew they were staring at the very body that I was enjoying every evening. I felt that stab of jealousy and yet I felt strangely aroused that my friends were peeking at my wife.

The other girls though were not too happy even though they were all in their bikinis. Perhaps it’s woman’s 6th sense. They knew the attention was on Stella even though her Bikini was the most plain of all.

No frills, no fancy design, it’s not even neon coloured like what some of my friend’s wife were wearing.

It’s just a simple white.

When the bunch of us guys had some time alone sipping our beer in the shade, one of my friends mumbled;

“It’s not about the bikini, it’s the person wearing it.”

The 3 of them looked at me in unison and raised their bottles at me before laughing together.

I just smiled and showed them the middle finger.

I told Stella about it that evening and she just brushed me off shyly.

Stella : No la, they’re not looking at me. You’re being too sensitive.

James : I’m pretty sure they kept stealing looks at you the entire time dear, you would have noticed that they put on their shades pretty fast.

I gestured to her naked body in the room that evening while adding.

James : That way, nobody can see what their eyes are actually looking at.

Stella blushed, turning a shade redder than the warm orange light in the room.
I was pretty sure she was wetter than usual that evening when I entered her, I asked her casually if she was aroused by the attention she was getting.

She slapped me on my chest as I starting my thrust deep into her warm love hole.

Stella : No la Dear, it’s the wine we had. I’m a little bit tipsy.

I did not press her further as she locked lips with mine.

I woke up the next morning and out of curiosity, went to check on her glass of wine we ordered for in room dining.

It was hardly touched, I could see the lip gloss mark on the rim of the glass but I guess she only took a small sip.

Now the thing about Stella is that she is actually pretty shy and she’s raised in a very conservative family.

She is the kind of sweet heartlander girl that would blush easily when teased.
She would smile and laugh at your jokes no matter how corny they were, and she would be quick to look away shyly whenever praised.

Deep inside me I know she liked the attention she was getting but she is too shy to admit it.

I initiate most of the sexual advances, even though she is shy, she would slowly allow me to have my way.

What could be more arousing that holding a woman in your arms and have her look shyly away as you penetrate her most private sanctum.

The way Stella’s eyes sparkled before they darted away, too shy to look at me when I parted her vagina lips with my manhood is a priceless sight.

Stella was initially too shy to even moan during the first few times we had sex.

It was only after a little coaxing and reassurance that she finally relaxed enough to let herself go.

Even the first few moans were unbelievably arousing.

It’s nothing vocal and loud, it’s not crude and porn like.

It’s like a soft whisper, the slow gasp of air by your ear. The caress of her timid moans sometimes made me shiver and shake as I plough myself deep into my wife’s vagina.

No complains as I said, no complains at all.

Stella and I were happy and contented with our lives. We travelled extensively, brushing aside calls from our parents to start a family as long as we could.

We were both only 26 when we got married.

We just wanted to have fun and enjoy ourselves.

Our sex lives were pretty ok even after marriage, it was regular, but being the shy conservative girl Stella was, we hardly tried anything adventurous. You would probably laugh at me but the craziest thing we did was to buy a vibrator.

Stella was pretty ecstatic and nervous, kept saying that it’s not right and all but I could tell she secretly enjoyed it.

Just to be sure, I kept it in a cupboard that was hardly used and did something that I picked up from spy movies. I inserted a piece of pencil lead into the old hinge such that it would snap into 2 whenever the door was opened.

There was absolutely no reason for Stella to open that cupboard since it contained old school books and some photo album.

I replaced the lead on average 3 times a week for about a month before I gave up doing it.

Stella was definitely enjoying the vibrator. I got her another one despite her violent protest and she gave me a deep frown, scolding me for wasting money.

The next day I came home to see something new in the study. A pack of rechargeable battery packs for triple A batteries.

I asked Stella about it and she said it’s more environmentally friendly before changing the topic.

The only thing that needed Triple A battery in my house was the aircon remote, the tv remote and the 2 vibrators.

I don’t even remember the last time I changed the batteries for the remotes.

One thing weird though, whenever I suggested getting the vibrator out during one of our session, she would refuse, looking away shyly.

I had to reassure her that it’s fine, it’s just a toy to spice up our sex life before she would agree.

Now Stella was a virgin before she met me, and I was pretty honoured to take her first. I’ve had some experience due to prior relationships but I was a bit hesitant to tell her the details.

I ended up telling her that she was my 2nd partner when in fact I should have multiplied that figure by 3

ilikeoldchangke · #2 02-06-2014, 10:23 PM

The first time we used the vibrator, Stella came so hard, going into an uncontrolled spasm, moaning and trashing herself onto the bed, so much so that I could only widen my eyes and just stare in surprise.

Stella : Sorry dear… sorry. It’s… it’s just I’ve never felt this way before. It’s really different. I really liked it.

That was what she said when she finally calmed down before a sudden wave of embarrassment hit her again. She withdrew the wet dildo before snuggling back into my arms.

One thing puzzled me though up till this day.

She was sucking me deep and she held onto the vibrator that day in the bedroom. I saw her plunge the dildo deep into herself as she sucked down hard on me.

It felt good. Of course it felt good for me to have her lush thick lips working their magic on my manhood, but I cannot be sure she was enjoying giving me the blowjob or enjoying the dildo that was thicker and longer than my manhood.

I asked her about it but she gave me a playful slap and refused to give me an answer.

I always choose one of the vibrators for our intimate time together, but as time goes by, Stella would automatically bring out the other one.

Now about what I want to share with everyone.
It happened in the early part of Feb 2013.

Stella and I were finally sitting down, talking about plans to start a family. We had a long discussion, chatting and laughing at how different our lives would be once we are parents.

We talked about not being able to have sex whenever and wherever we wanted in the house and Stella gave me a shy playful slap on my tummy.

It always amazed me to think that after being together for so long, Stella could still feel shy around me.

I don’t know how to explain it but perhaps of this very feeling, the shyness, the embarrassment, it somehow kept the relationship very real and fresh. I gave up trying to understand it.

I told Stella that once we become parents, things would be different. Perhaps we should make a list of stuff to do before we actually start a family.

She agreed and we spent a weekend reviewing the things we wrote down.

It’s really funny though.

Among the list of things we wrote down, we did most of it or some variations of it.

We sky dived in new Zealand, we climbed the pyramid, we posed with the unsmiling soldier at DMZ. As we recounted our lives as husband and wife, we realised that we’ve accumulated so much experience between us.

It really brought back a lot of memories going through the photos and the travel journals we kept.

We ended up laughing, saying to each other that maybe we’re just trying to avoid being parents knowing how much headache we gave ours.

Stella offered to cook dinner that evening and while waiting at the dining table, something crossed my mind.

I felt a sudden stab of excitement in my spine yet I was unsure how to approach it with Stella.

I saw Stella come out of the kitchen with two bowls of soup in hand. The hot steam misting up her glasses she wore on weekends when she removed her contact lens.

Her hair was tied up in a bun, and she looked really cute with the pink apron on her.

It covered her tube top completely, making her appear as if she was naked as she shuffled towards me in her cute bedroom slippers. A pair of fluffy polar bears slip on.

Stella turned back round to grab the utensils while I went to the study.

Right when she set down the utensils and napkins, I place on the table 2 pen, 2 slips of paper and 2 envelope.

Stella : Are you writing your will over dinner my dear ?

James : Haha. You already know my will.

She rolled her eyes before kicking me on my leg.

Stella : What are those for ?

I took a deep breath and fumbled for the correct words in my mind.

James : Dear, I ermm… was just thinking that…. Since we’re going to start a family soon…

I paused and searched for the correct words as Stella tried to turn the old pepper grinder over her soup.

James : shall we just ………write down something we really want to do and put in in this envelope ?

Stella paused whatever she was doing and we just exchanged looks for a good 3 seconds.

A really long 3 second.

Stella : What…… do you.. mean ? As in…. ?

James : Anything… no restriction…..a fantasy, something we always wanted to do but never said or never thought about…. Sexual, fetishes, anything.
James : It can be something crazy… I donno… as long as we don’t break the law..

We shared another long look at each other before I pushed a set of stationary across to my wife.

We sat though dinner without a word.

When we’re done, I offered to do the dishes.

Stella gave me a kiss and joined me in the kitchen.

We were both quiet, no doubt Stella must be thinking about my proposal.
I got us each an apple and Stella was walking in front of me.

I saw her pass the dining table with the stationary and she went to the balcony to enjoy the breeze. I decided I needed a shower so I finished up my apple and washed up.

On the 24th of Feburary 2013, 8.30pm, Sunday evening, I came out of the shower to see Stella at the dining area.

She was staring at the apple core which she placed on the envelope

I went over and I realised that she had already written and sealed it.

She looked away shyly before giving me a kiss and say she’s going to the shower.

I took my seat and I was struggling with myself whether to write it down. In the end I decided to just fuck it and I spent a good 10 minutes writing together with some diagrams I thought of.

I sealed the envelope and placed it on the table.

When Stella came out of the bathroom at 9.10pm, she joined me at the dining area.

James : So ….. what did you write ?

Stella looked away before looking a little unsure.

Stella : Sorry dear, I was a little impulsive.. I want to take it back.

I immediately put my hand on the 2 envelopes and I reassured her.

James : It’s ok dear, I also wrote something quite crazy…..

I took up the 2 envelopes and I mixed them up. I took an empty box and I put in the 2 sealed letters. I shook them up before placing the box on the table in between Stella and me.

James : Let’s just open one…. … be done with it …then open the other…

I offered the box to Stella and she reached in for one. She just looked at me and I could hear the tearing sound of the envelope as Stella opened it up.

The moment she took it out, she recognised it as her own and she immediately went ;

Stella : Oh my god…..

I went over to her side and I read what my wife wrote.

The sweet handwriting of hers and the words that I read hit me like a ton of bricks. I could feel the air being knocked out from my chest as I digested the few paragraphs.

Stella turned a bright shade of red as she tried to take the letter away.

Stella : I’m sorry dear…. I was just…

I did not let her finish her sentence. I kissed her and I kissed her again.
She tried to speak but I kissed her again.

Stella : Dear… I ..

I got down on my knees and kissed my wife again.

She looked like she was about to tear up but I spoke. Time must have stood still that evening.

I hugged Stella and I said I agreed but she kept going “ No.. no… no.. sorry dear… no “

It took me a good hour before I calmed her down.

I was cradling her in my arms when I asked her ;

James : Do you trust me dear ?

She nodded.

James : Then let me plan it ?

And time stood still again….

Our eyes met and memories of the times we spent as husband and wife flooded my mind. Stella bit her lips, looked away shyly before looking back at me again.

When she spoke, I realised I had a raging hard on.

Stella : Ok.

I kissed Stella on her forehead and remained in the same position as I watch her close her eyes and fall asleep.

I too closed my eyes…. And I began to think.

I was confused.

I could not decide if I was excited with the planning, or if I was excited to see it happening.

One thing for sure though, both gave me a raging hard on thinking about it.