A True Story - Swinging
Lili’s Secret
Raymond sat on the couch, his fingers drumming nervously against the armrest. The clock on the wall ticked too slowly, each second dragging on like an eternity. He glanced at his phone again, the screen dark and silent. Where were they? What were they doing? His mind raced with fantasies he could barely admit to himself, fantasies that had slowly consumed him ever since he’d drunkenly challenged Rick to seduce his wife, Lili. Rick, his boss, his friend—a powerful quietly confident man who exuded a raw masculinity that Raymond could only envy. And Lili, his petite, shy Chinese wife, with her quiet demeanour and hidden desires he’d always suspected but never fully understood.
“You really think she’d do it?” Rick’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he leaned back in his chair, his muscular frame dominating the room. He was staring at Raymond with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, his blue eyes piercing.
Raymond shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers tracing the rim of his whiskey glass. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice shaky. “I think she would. She just… she’s got that side to her, you know? She’s shy, but… under the right circumstances…” He trailed off, his face flushing with both embarrassment and arousal.
Rick’s lips curled into a smirk. “Alright, Ray. Challenge accepted. Let’s see what your little wife is really made of.”
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Hours later, Raymond sat alone in the dimly lit living room, his mind racing. The sound of the ticking clock echoed in the silence, each second dragging on like an eternity. He couldn’t stop thinking about Lili, about Rick, about the challenge he’d foolishly issued. His wife, his sweet, petite, shy Lili, was out there with his boss—the kind of man who exuded dominance and masculinity in every fibre of his being.
What if she actually does it? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He felt a mix of dread and excitement, his cock stirring in his pants despite himself. He hated the idea of another man touching his wife, but the thought of her submitting to someone like Rick… it was intoxicating.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table, jolting him out of his thoughts. He grabbed it, his heart pounding as he saw a message from Lili.
“Just having a drink with Rick. Don’t worry, everything’s fine!”
The message was innocent enough, but Raymond’s mind was already filling in the gaps. He imagined Lili sitting across from Rick, her delicate hands nervously playing with the stem of her wine glass. He could picture her cheeks flushed, her dark eyes flickering up at Rick with a hint of curiosity. Was she already feeling his power? Was she already imagining what it would be like to be with a man like him?
Then, his phone buzzed again. This time, it was from Rick.
“She’s a good girl, Ray. Real shy, but I can tell she’s got a fire in her.”
Raymond’s breath caught in his throat. Good girl? The words sent a jolt of anger and arousal through him. He hated the way Rick spoke about Lili, but he couldn’t deny the way it made him feel. He quickly typed back, “What do you mean?”
Rick’s reply came almost instantly. “She’s nervous, but she’s not saying no. I think she’s curious. Maybe even turned on. You sure you’re okay with this?”
Raymond hesitated. Was he okay with this? He wasn’t sure. But he couldn’t stop now. He wanted to know. Needed to know. “Yeah,” he typed back, his fingers trembling. “Just… keep me updated.”
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The next message sent his heart racing. It was a blurry image, taken from behind. Lili was on her knees in front of Rick, her legs spread wide, her hands on her head, her slender frame unmistakable. The image was grainy, but Raymond could see enough to make his stomach churn. She was wearing the dress he’d bought her last week, the one that hugged her petite figure perfectly. Her head was tilted slightly, as she looked up at Rick.
“She’s a natural,” Rick’s message read.
Raymond stared at the image, his mind racing. What is she doing? Is she…sucking ? No, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. But deep down, he knew. Lili was his wife, but she was also a woman with desires—desires he could never fully satisfy. And Rick… Rick was the kind of man who could bring those desires to life.
Then, the phone buzzed again. This time, it was an audio file. Raymond hesitated for a moment before pressing play.
The sound that came through was unmistakable. Gagging. Wet, sloppy gagging. And then, Lili’s voice, muffled but unmistakable, moaning around something filling her petite mouth.
“Oh… oh god…” she whimpered, her voice trembling with both discomfort and arousal. “It’s too big… it’s too much…”
Raymond’s cock hardened instantly, despite the knot of jealousy twisting in his gut. His imagination running wild —Lili on her knees, her lips stretched wide around Rick’s thick cock, her tongue swirling around the shaft as she struggled to take him deeper. He could almost see the way her eyes would water, the way her delicate hands would grip his thighs for balance, the way she’d look up at him with a mix of fear and desire.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Rick’s voice came through, deep and commanding. “Take it all. You can handle it.”
Lili’s moans grew louder, more desperate. “I can’t… it’s too much…” she whimpered, but there was a hunger in her voice that Raymond had never heard before. A hunger that Rick had awakened.
Raymond’s hand instinctively went to his own cock, his fingers tightening around the shaft as he imagined what was happening. But as soon as he touched himself, a wave of self-loathing washed over him. His cock felt so small, so inadequate, especially compared to the image his mind conjured of Rick’s thick, dominant member stretching Lili’s delicate lips.
He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t help it. The thought of Lili being used like that, of her submitting to someone else—someone who could give her the pleasure he never could—turned him on more than anything he’d ever experienced. Yet, it also twisted a knife of insecurity deep in his gut.
Why wasn’t I enough? he thought bitterly, his fingers trembling as they gripped his shaft. He could never make her sound like that—so desperate, so hungry, so utterly consumed by pleasure. Rick’s deep, commanding voice echoed in his mind, taunting him. “You’re doing so good, baby. Take it all. You can handle it.”
Raymond’s cock throbbed, but his heart ached. He knew he could never satisfy Lili the way Rick did. He was too small, too weak, too damn pathetic. And yet, the thought of her coming home, flushed and trembling from Rick’s touch, made him harder than ever. He hated himself for wanting it, for needing it, for being unable to stop imagining her as Rick’s submissive slut.
She’s mine, he tried to tell himself, but even that thought felt hollow. She might be his wife, but in that moment, she was Rick’s. And deep down, he knew she always would be.
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When Lili finally walked through the door, Raymond was still sitting on the couch, his mind reeling. She looked… different. Her hair was slightly dishevelled, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. She was still wearing the dress, but it was wrinkled now, as if it had been tugged at in a hurry.
“Hey,” she said softly, her voice tinged with a nervousness that didn’t go unnoticed. “Sorry I’m late. We just… lost track of time.”
Raymond forced a smile, his eyes scanning her for any sign of what had happened. He could smell it on her—the faint scent of Rick’s cologne, mixed with something else. Something musky, primal, unmistakable.
“It’s okay,” he said, his voice tight. “How was it?”
Lili shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “It was fine. Just drinks. Nothing crazy.”
Nothing crazy. The words echoed in Raymond’s mind as he watched her walk toward the bathroom. She was lying. He could sense it. Could feel it in the way she moved, the way she avoided his eyes, the way her body seemed to hum with an energy he’d never seen before.
As the bathroom door closed behind her, Raymond leaned back on the couch, his mind racing. He knew the truth. Lili hadn’t just had drinks with Rick. She’d done something else. Something she wasn’t ready to admit. And as much as it hurt him, as much as it tore him apart… he couldn’t deny the way it made him feel. The way it made him want her even more.
“I’m going to bed,” Lili called out from the bathroom, her voice soft, almost apologetic. “Goodnight, Ray.”
“Goodnight,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He sat in the darkness, listening as she moved around the bedroom, her footsteps light and hesitant. He could still smell Rick on her, the scent lingering in the air like a taunt.
As he sat there, his cock throbbing in his pants, he couldn’t help but wonder… if life would ever be the same.
“You really think she’d do it?” Rick’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he leaned back in his chair, his muscular frame dominating the room. He was staring at Raymond with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, his blue eyes piercing.
Raymond shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers tracing the rim of his whiskey glass. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice shaky. “I think she would. She just… she’s got that side to her, you know? She’s shy, but… under the right circumstances…” He trailed off, his face flushing with both embarrassment and arousal.
Rick’s lips curled into a smirk. “Alright, Ray. Challenge accepted. Let’s see what your little wife is really made of.”
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Hours later, Raymond sat alone in the dimly lit living room, his mind racing. The sound of the ticking clock echoed in the silence, each second dragging on like an eternity. He couldn’t stop thinking about Lili, about Rick, about the challenge he’d foolishly issued. His wife, his sweet, petite, shy Lili, was out there with his boss—the kind of man who exuded dominance and masculinity in every fibre of his being.
What if she actually does it? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He felt a mix of dread and excitement, his cock stirring in his pants despite himself. He hated the idea of another man touching his wife, but the thought of her submitting to someone like Rick… it was intoxicating.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table, jolting him out of his thoughts. He grabbed it, his heart pounding as he saw a message from Lili.
“Just having a drink with Rick. Don’t worry, everything’s fine!”
The message was innocent enough, but Raymond’s mind was already filling in the gaps. He imagined Lili sitting across from Rick, her delicate hands nervously playing with the stem of her wine glass. He could picture her cheeks flushed, her dark eyes flickering up at Rick with a hint of curiosity. Was she already feeling his power? Was she already imagining what it would be like to be with a man like him?
Then, his phone buzzed again. This time, it was from Rick.
“She’s a good girl, Ray. Real shy, but I can tell she’s got a fire in her.”
Raymond’s breath caught in his throat. Good girl? The words sent a jolt of anger and arousal through him. He hated the way Rick spoke about Lili, but he couldn’t deny the way it made him feel. He quickly typed back, “What do you mean?”
Rick’s reply came almost instantly. “She’s nervous, but she’s not saying no. I think she’s curious. Maybe even turned on. You sure you’re okay with this?”
Raymond hesitated. Was he okay with this? He wasn’t sure. But he couldn’t stop now. He wanted to know. Needed to know. “Yeah,” he typed back, his fingers trembling. “Just… keep me updated.”
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The next message sent his heart racing. It was a blurry image, taken from behind. Lili was on her knees in front of Rick, her legs spread wide, her hands on her head, her slender frame unmistakable. The image was grainy, but Raymond could see enough to make his stomach churn. She was wearing the dress he’d bought her last week, the one that hugged her petite figure perfectly. Her head was tilted slightly, as she looked up at Rick.
“She’s a natural,” Rick’s message read.
Raymond stared at the image, his mind racing. What is she doing? Is she…sucking ? No, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. But deep down, he knew. Lili was his wife, but she was also a woman with desires—desires he could never fully satisfy. And Rick… Rick was the kind of man who could bring those desires to life.
Then, the phone buzzed again. This time, it was an audio file. Raymond hesitated for a moment before pressing play.
The sound that came through was unmistakable. Gagging. Wet, sloppy gagging. And then, Lili’s voice, muffled but unmistakable, moaning around something filling her petite mouth.
“Oh… oh god…” she whimpered, her voice trembling with both discomfort and arousal. “It’s too big… it’s too much…”
Raymond’s cock hardened instantly, despite the knot of jealousy twisting in his gut. His imagination running wild —Lili on her knees, her lips stretched wide around Rick’s thick cock, her tongue swirling around the shaft as she struggled to take him deeper. He could almost see the way her eyes would water, the way her delicate hands would grip his thighs for balance, the way she’d look up at him with a mix of fear and desire.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Rick’s voice came through, deep and commanding. “Take it all. You can handle it.”
Lili’s moans grew louder, more desperate. “I can’t… it’s too much…” she whimpered, but there was a hunger in her voice that Raymond had never heard before. A hunger that Rick had awakened.
Raymond’s hand instinctively went to his own cock, his fingers tightening around the shaft as he imagined what was happening. But as soon as he touched himself, a wave of self-loathing washed over him. His cock felt so small, so inadequate, especially compared to the image his mind conjured of Rick’s thick, dominant member stretching Lili’s delicate lips.
He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t help it. The thought of Lili being used like that, of her submitting to someone else—someone who could give her the pleasure he never could—turned him on more than anything he’d ever experienced. Yet, it also twisted a knife of insecurity deep in his gut.
Why wasn’t I enough? he thought bitterly, his fingers trembling as they gripped his shaft. He could never make her sound like that—so desperate, so hungry, so utterly consumed by pleasure. Rick’s deep, commanding voice echoed in his mind, taunting him. “You’re doing so good, baby. Take it all. You can handle it.”
Raymond’s cock throbbed, but his heart ached. He knew he could never satisfy Lili the way Rick did. He was too small, too weak, too damn pathetic. And yet, the thought of her coming home, flushed and trembling from Rick’s touch, made him harder than ever. He hated himself for wanting it, for needing it, for being unable to stop imagining her as Rick’s submissive slut.
She’s mine, he tried to tell himself, but even that thought felt hollow. She might be his wife, but in that moment, she was Rick’s. And deep down, he knew she always would be.
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When Lili finally walked through the door, Raymond was still sitting on the couch, his mind reeling. She looked… different. Her hair was slightly dishevelled, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. She was still wearing the dress, but it was wrinkled now, as if it had been tugged at in a hurry.
“Hey,” she said softly, her voice tinged with a nervousness that didn’t go unnoticed. “Sorry I’m late. We just… lost track of time.”
Raymond forced a smile, his eyes scanning her for any sign of what had happened. He could smell it on her—the faint scent of Rick’s cologne, mixed with something else. Something musky, primal, unmistakable.
“It’s okay,” he said, his voice tight. “How was it?”
Lili shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “It was fine. Just drinks. Nothing crazy.”
Nothing crazy. The words echoed in Raymond’s mind as he watched her walk toward the bathroom. She was lying. He could sense it. Could feel it in the way she moved, the way she avoided his eyes, the way her body seemed to hum with an energy he’d never seen before.
As the bathroom door closed behind her, Raymond leaned back on the couch, his mind racing. He knew the truth. Lili hadn’t just had drinks with Rick. She’d done something else. Something she wasn’t ready to admit. And as much as it hurt him, as much as it tore him apart… he couldn’t deny the way it made him feel. The way it made him want her even more.
“I’m going to bed,” Lili called out from the bathroom, her voice soft, almost apologetic. “Goodnight, Ray.”
“Goodnight,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He sat in the darkness, listening as she moved around the bedroom, her footsteps light and hesitant. He could still smell Rick on her, the scent lingering in the air like a taunt.
As he sat there, his cock throbbing in his pants, he couldn’t help but wonder… if life would ever be the same.
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