Almost Victim to Adultery
I've always been submissive, sensitive, and a powerless companion to my sultry, enticing, and alluring wife. There have been times where my testicles and abdomen throbbed with pain for the entire night just because my girlfriend chose to have some fun and dominate her boyfriend.
Yet, I've never felt as degraded and powerless as I did that dreadful night in Goa when my wife once again stripped me of my manhood again. In a previous story, I detailed how my 22-year-old girlfriend made me her slave officially. But after 8 years, I experienced the same chill down my spine in a dim hotel room in Goa, India.
After a tiring year full of hectic schedules and busy work, we decided to plan a four-day escapade and enjoy a romantic interlude. I was thrilled about this trip since my wife had recently visited Goa with her friends and during her stay, she was like a siren. Among her gang of friends, she stood out as the sexiest woman! Throughout her trip, she donned bikinis, bodycons, and all sorts of alluring outfits. We chatted about how she was receiving all the attention from the male admirers. By the last day of her trip, she was killing it so much that I called her "Mommy". In the black bodycon she was wearing, Oh her large bust, her robust derriere, and that satiny complexion! I was feeling insecure, imagining what if on that night someone impressed her and she impulsively went with him to indulge in a wild romp. I fantasized and thus became more aroused. My wife is so beautiful that she would look stunning having sex with anyone! She sensed my insecurity and made me hard all night, teasing me with naughty texts, and when she returned we had a very indecent experience.
MY WIFE'S BEAUTIFUL BODY
Her trip to Goa inspired us to return and have an incredible time where I could witness her in her seductive avatars. We scheduled the trip, secured accommodations, and took a trip to Goa. Oh, the sunny beaches, enchanting flora, delectable cuisine, and my wife donning a maroon bikini; these are my favorite things in life. She has raven-black hair, eyes that can mesmerize anyone, ivory skin that feels like velvet, lips so moist that they could make rose petals envious. Her bosoms are what paradise in material form appears like and the navel in her creamy tummy is like a cherry on the most scrumptious dessert. Her derriere is the incarceration for any man who lays eyes on it and her thighs are so thick, they wrap around my waist when she invades me. What awaits me between those thighs is a treasure and a blessing only exceptionally fortunate ones can get a glimpse of. And that is indeed me. Thanks to my admiration, insanity, and insatiability, I have become her slave and partner, and she revels in every nanosecond of it. Sometimes it gratifies her to such an extent that she ruthlessly demolishes my masculinity.
En route to the beach, I was relishing the view while my wife was flaunting her attributes. She said, "Baby, there's a surprise for you!" I was so in arousal merely by how she expressed it. I knew she was bent on having a good time. Unfortunately, our romantic hideaway was merely average. We were scheduled to relocate to a different hotel, which hosted rowdy events. I was ecstatic and excited about transferring there and finding out the surprise.
THE DOOM'S DAY
We moved to the party hotel and directly checked into the hotel. We inspected the place, and it was vibrant and sparkling! There was a gigantic party hall neighboring the hotel, and we could observe a swimming pool between the hotel and the celebration hall, which further added to its grandeur. We entered our room and the room was themed for a party, with a huge couch and disco balls suspended from the ceiling. I was in love with it! We stepped onto the balcony where we could see only trees all around, and we broke free of the hectic times together, enjoying the solitude. My wife was excited and she said, "Let's go and eat something, visit some places, and be back for the party."
We went out, visited various locations, had a relaxing spa session, and enjoyed a tasty dinner at a bustling place. By then, I was exhausted and longing to head to the room and take a nap. But my wife's plans were sinister. We returned to the hotel and she requested me to wait outside the hotel. All my tiredness and frustration vanished, and I awaited near the party place. I could spot the place getting packed by the minute with attractive women starting to sip on drinks. But my undivided attention was on my wife who was getting ready. She took 45 excruciating moments to come out via the glass door of the hotel. As she approached me, I was awestruck just by gazing at her with my mouth wide open. Strolling toward me in a gown that was open until the thighs with a very low neck revealing her luscious cleavage, she held my hand and announced, "Come on, baby!" [Verbatim]
Oh my gosh, I was like a dejected pup following her every move. Men stared at her with raw desire burning in their eyes as she strutted along, and she even caught me looking at her with admiration. It wasn't just the guys; even the beautiful women looked at her with envy. We eventually reached the main stage area where she made me snap her pics. Looking back, these photos had an intense effect on me. I became so aroused that I almost tore my pants. Once she saw my state, she dragged me toward her and exclaimed, "Let's go to the room!"
We took the lift, and as soon as we were inside, she grabbed my manhood and informed me with a smirk, "Tonight, you'll experience what it feels like to be a true slave!"
"What? What do you mean? Why are you scaring me?" I panicked.
She opened the door to our hotel room, pulled me close, and crushed her lips to mine. Then she threw me onto the sofa and slid her leg onto my throbbing erection. A silver band glistened on her thigh, adding to the sexiness of the scene. I was stuck in a trance, mesmerized by her divine beauty. She began unbuttoning my shirt, then my pants, all the while maintaining a steely gaze on me. I growled in desperation.
"Are you going to do it tonight?" I questioned, referring to a conversation we had a month ago.
We had been chatting on WhatsApp one evening when she sent me a steamy photo of herself in her office bathroom. Stunned, I asked for more photos, and she agreed on one condition: I'd have to make love to her like a proper man. I was a little unsure but eager to see more of her, so I agreed.
A MONTH AGO AT HOME
She walked into her bathroom and slipped on some brand new lingerie. She approached me with a seductive look in her eyes and bit my nipples - a move she often used to establish dominance. She pushed me onto the bed and switched off the lights without a word. Next, she tied my hands to the headboard with a rope before removing my pants and underwear. She then sat on my face, started sucking me, and said, "I'm not hopeful you'll be able to satisfy me, but one day, I may cross a line, and it'll be exhilarating...a line I can't go back from." She removed her thong and sat on my face.
I looked at her in astonishment, convinced that I was lucky to be graced with her presence. I desired to conquer her, to take charge of her sexually like I'd seen in the movies. I wanted this proud woman to feel helpless in my grasp at least once.
Suddenly, she stopped. "Why did you stop?" I enquired.
"Do you think I'd do what you want? Consider your situation. You are completely vulnerable, bound and helpless."
"What do you mean?"
"Next month, when we go to Goa, I intend to let someone else enjoy my body. Someone who deserves it, not a weakling like you," she announced.
I couldn't comprehend what was happening. I was the creator of this monster, and now, I knew I wouldn't be able to control her.
"I vow to god that I'll leave you tied up here, needlessly frustrated, and emotionless by the time your lust is completely spoiled."
With a withering gaze, she cupped my face and swelled her lips on mine.
"You are my pet. You will obey me at all times."
She jerked me, making me harder, then commanded, "Should I finish you off here?"
Unable to say a word, I shook my head.
"You're giving up on me?" She frowned, obviously disappointed by my reaction.
"Next month, I’m going to get fucked by a suitable partner in Goa," she vowed, stepping back and leaving me behind.
...BACK TO THE NIGHT IN GOA
"Am I wearing this for your satisfaction?" she cooed into my ear as she tied my ankles together.
I shuddered from head to toe and felt my heart thumping faster and faster because I remembered the leering eyes of the men as we walked into the main area. To my dismay, she didn't seem the slightest bit disturbed.
She held my rock-hard penis and asked, "Shall I wrap this up here?"
I was mute and dumbfounded. That sight of her dominating the crowd inspired her, making her more eager to enjoy sexual adventures elsewhere. She jerked me until I achieved orgasm on my stomach, completely tied up and humiliated by her dominance.
"How pathetic you are!" she screamed, slapping my genitals. She got closer and tweaked my nipples, asking, "Do I not deserve another dick, my love? Isn't it greedy to keep this incredible body all to yourself?"
"Yes," I replied, hoping she'd hold my penis even tighter by the second.
"And do you still want to worship my body even after you find out another man has enjoyed this body and f*cked me hard?"
"Yes."
"Great!" she exclaimed, lowering her skirt to show off her cleavage, readjusting her dress on her snug buttocks, and instructing me to lick her sweaty and creamy armpits. I moved closer to those fragrant pits, inhaled her unique scent, and sampled that aromatic skin. My blood gushed from my head to my member, and I felt addicted. Despite the dirty, sluttish things she said, she had me completely under her command. She pinned me against those pits and said, "Just this last time, honey."
I started to shout, "No!" muffled by my lips in her creamy armpits. She chuckled and snatched my hair, pulled me out, and said, "Too late, I warned you!"
She pushed me back onto the couch, arose, and, without even glancing at me, left the room, taking the keys with her. I was so stunned that I started yelling her name desperately, but a minute later, the lights went out as she had taken the keys with her. My wife had abandoned me to go sleep with other men.
I was terrified and pondering about my possible fate that night. Perhaps she'd bring someone in the room, or she'd call me, saying she was going to sleep with someone for the night, or she'd not contact me at all. While I was ruminating about this, my phone beeped. I frantically struggled to grasp it with my bound hands and unlocked it after a great deal of effort to read a notification:
"I think I found him." Along with the message, two photos were attached: a selfie of her and an image of a man sitting across from her at a table. This man had come up to her while she was sitting alone and was asking her out.
I started shivering. I frantically messaged her, begging her to return and undo the ropes so I could f*ck her. After 20 messages, I heard the door open. I saw her in her stunning dress.
"Bad boy, you can't let me have any fun." She pulled me by my hair and took me outside the room onto the balcony, making me kneel. She pulled open a beer bottle and walked towards me, standing near me so I could smell her thighs and lick them. I behaved like a lowly man and began licking them. She gripped me by the chin and made me stare at her. The sight of this goddess was mesmerizing. Her large breasts covered half her face in the moonlight, her hair covering her lips.
"If you disturb me again, I swear to god, I'll never let you near my armpits again—do you understand?"
I nodded, astonished by the woman I knew. She was now so different. Gabriella left me in the dark once more.
I was so turned on by the thought of my wife being screwed by another man in the room, while she looked up at me on the balcony with a sinister smile terrified me so much that my erection disappeared. I imagined that she was being raped at this very moment. The idea that she would relish it, not permitting me even to watch, brought an end to my nightmarish experience as her husband.
I lay on the floor, but after 30 minutes, I heard the door open, and my wife returned alone. I waited for the door to close, so I could be certain I was on my own. She entered the room, looking discontented, saying, "Not a single well-mannered man came by tonight who approached me."
I sighed in relief. She lifted my underwear to perceive my flaccid genitals and said, "Seriously? After all my sexuality in this dress, you're not even hard?"
"I was genuinely frightened that you'd f*ck someone else's dick." I attempted to explain.
"I really don't care at all. I wanted a fully erect penis tonight, and it appears I'm not going to receive it tonight."
She removed her clothes, revealing a new lingerie set - a bodysuit and matching thong. Seeing this, I became aroused, but her earlier teasing left me on the brink of climax. She switched my position to lie down, then mounted me, rubbing her clit against my lips. I felt privileged yet miserable. As she loosened the straps of her body suit, her full breasts spilled out. She squeezed her breasts and enjoyed my tongue on her clit. Her movements grew faster until she was pressing her clit firmly against my lips. My face was fully submerged in her buttocks, and because I was exhausted, I couldn't move.
She grasped my partially-hard dick and let out a frustrated groan, pressing her buttocks harder on my face. I was light-headed as a larger woman straddled me, completely enveloping me with her legs.
"Aaaahh..." she moaned, urging me to lick harder. I was her submissive, and I devoted myself to her satisfaction.
"I'm about to cum..." she cried out while also bringing herself to climax.
I was drained, as was she. She untied me, not uttering a word. Her disappointment was evident that I wasn't fully hard. Her gaze that night still haunts me as all I know is that she craves rough, passionate sex.
We have another trip planned in two months. This thought fills me with anxiety, as I can only imagine the potential scenarios.
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