Story:: Do you trust me?

[jadkenth]

Originally Posted by OppaiOppai

As did I...I had given you guys such an obvious clue. What I didn't write was I tried all kinds of combinations, the episodes where Mr. Big that was shown, the actor Chris Noth's actual birthday until I lucked out with the Character's birthday.

Hats off to you Sir and thank you for the wonderful content.

[Golden Apple]

Originally Posted by OppaiOppai

Hi guys, I was thinking of making this story a lil bit more interactive so I am appending some of the more graphic screenshots of Blake's messages with her exes. I want you as the reader to enjoy the same illicit joy I felt when I unlocked Blake's phone. You will need to use the same password as her Iphone to unlock them. Note: There's no nudity but its still graphic nevertheless.



1st Msg of her with her ex during their 1st and 2nd date: https://imageupload.io/en/MlArZuGkffUzzto



2nd Msg of her what happened when they hooked up: https://imageupload.io/en/SVjTyZ0RG5r78l6



3rd Msg of her and her various exes: https://imageupload.io/en/8Tah50WCYrdO9kb



And pls don't paste the answers to spoil it for the rest. The passwords are the same for each one of them.

tq for the wonderful story, but the images are all removed

[OppaiOppai]

Originally Posted by Golden Apple

tq for the wonderful story, but the images are all removed

fix liao

Her album link is here: https://ibb.co/album/kQjzb9

1st pic is that of her with her various exes
2nd pic is her date with a french guy
3rd pic is the aftermath of her with that same french guy

Password is still the same.

[OppaiOppai]

When I saw her messages to her "Daddies", 2 things happened: My heart sank but the blood that once flowed to my heart that love her, engorged my dick in my pants. I found myself wanking away furiously at her messages as if those filthy messages were meant for me. All it took was a minute of wanking and I exploded onto my desk. As I slumped back onto my chair with post-nut clarity, I realized that the one that was in the phone was so unlike her because she has either grown out of it or buried her desires under the "new her" whom I married.

There was only one word to describe her messages with her exes: Wanton. There was no shame in it, only pure unadulterated carnal desire. The truth sank in as I realized the enormity of what I had gotten us into, she had married me out of love NOT desire. The vivacious girl I met so many years ago only wants WHITE COCK. Then it hit me as I had seen pictures of her teenage years in her room. Plastered all over it were pictures of older Caucasian Hollywood actors with graying hair like Richard Gere, George Clooney and even Clint Eastwood.



Her favorite character in her favorite TV show was Mr. Big. An asshole but nevertheless a white one with a name denoting not just his stature and wealth but also hinting at the size of his manhood.



All the western dominated media she had consumed had probably led her to have proclivities towards older Caucasian men. It was hardwired into her brain on what is determined to be desirable. There was no way I could re-wire her brain I thought as the visage of my friend re-entered my memories so many years ago mouthing those damn words: "I told you so.".

As I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the air tainted with my sad release, I knew what I wanted to do. I want the old Blake back but desiring me. A dangerous plan started to hatch in my mind....

[Machiavelian]

Fantastic share bro Oppai. Support!

[OppaiOppai]

The following week, I had told her for our Friday night, I told her I would make it a special event for the both of us. I ordered a steak dinner along with wine and laid the table with flowers as well. She was pleasantly surprised at my romantic gesture but as we were home, she didn't bother to dress up. We sat there both eating in our PJs as I tried my best to ply her with more wine while munching on the steak which she liked.

As she got increasingly drunk, I leaned over towards her on our dining table, rubbing her arms, looking intently at her and said: "Daddy wants some sugar tonight.".

She looked at me first with a puzzled look as I mouthed those words. And then her puzzled look broke into a full-on cringe as she sat there breaking out in uncontrollable laughter: "Eeeewwwww!!! What kind of porn were you watching behind my back? Its so gross, no way am I calling you Daddy! Ewwww!"

FUCK. I thought my plan would work.

[OppaiOppai]

I sat there seething in silent anger as she explained to me how gross it would be to call me Daddy. Thoughts of her messaging her "DADDIES" some even in Big Bold letters in her messages flashed across my mind, mocking me for the unfairness that is the Singaporean male.

Perhaps if I was a AMDK, it would be okay to call me that, you bleeping SPG.

I barely restrained myself for rushing into my study and showing her the evidence of her double-standards. However, I resisted the urge to do so as that would be catastrophic for our marriage if she knew I had been snooping her phone.

Realizing that she had probably hurt my feelings, she came up to me to nurse my wounded male pride. Rubbing my arms: "Honey, I don't think I can call you Daddy. Its just weird, you know. I know you want to spice things up tonight but I'm not really in the mood. Can I just give you a handjob instead?". She said as she lowered her arm into my pants as she rubbed me over my shorts.

Not caring for a pitiful handjob, I thought to myself: "Okay, time for Plan B.".

"You are never in the mood. That's the problem.", I said as I extricated her hand from my shorts.

"Maybe we need couple Therapy.", I said, trying to give her the most serious face I could muster, while she nodded in agreement.

“How about Felicia from Mind Wellness SG who helped me out last time?”, she said as she hugged me, referring to the counselor who had helped her get over her last ex before me.

“No lah, I think we need someone who has more experience with Couple therapy. I’ll find one online okay?”, I said in a deadpan voice while hiding the fact that this was all part of my Plan B and the fact that I had already found one online whom I could work with.

[OppaiOppai]

I had sadly anticipated this would happen and unbeknownst to her, I had spent the last week plowing the underbelly of the internet searching for someone who can help me in my insurmountable quest. Within a certain forum in the dark web, mixed in with Ads for Boner pills, Animal Porn & Hacking services, I found a forum thread listing that was simply called Love Guru for Hire.

He had the following testimonials:

[OppaiOppai]

Following instructions on the landing page, I emailed Dr. Trigut and his assistant arranged a consultation session late at night (after 12am). Apparently, Dr. Trigut works 16 hrs a day and conducts his “Therapies” virtually online. This worked for me as though we have our own study room, I needed to make sure my wife was asleep when I talk to Dr. Trigut.

When I switched on the Zoom camera, a well-dressed middle-aged Indian man with piercing eyes looked into not just the screen but into my soul. Before I could even address him, Dr. Trigut said in a crisp South Asian accent: “Oh hi, yes I saw your email. Am sorry about your predicament. Usually my cases are about how to help my clients convince their partners into doing threesomes or swapping but I’m unsure what are your requirements?”.

I then told him further about my current predicament, Blake’s sexual history and the fact that I want Blake to desire me.

Rubbing his chin, Dr. Trigut then asked:”Hmmm… this is a pretty tall order if you don’t mind me being frank. Can you show me what your wife looks like?”

I took a wedding photo of Blake’s from our shared drive and then popped it into the Zoom Chat, Dr. Trigut who is probably farsighted leaned closer to the screen. His eyes then immediately widened and I could see the unmistakable dilation of his pupils as he tried to suppress a lecherous grin on his face. “Oh she’s a real beauty. You sure this isn’t your mistress? Hahaha. Most times, I’m helping men who are married to cows. You sir, are a lucky man. So she only likes Whites? How about Indians? Hehehe.”

Taken aback by his question, I wanted to answer but he interjected me: “Just kidding. So she likes white men but you want her to desire you instead. The solution my friend is simple, you just gotta be a white guy.”

[OppaiOppai]

“Huh?”, I said with a puzzled look on my face on his cryptic answer.

“Sex my boy is not a destination. It is like an opera. It is made up of different acts. An overture, the beginning of a symphony is kind of like seduction at the beginning of a courtship, the different acts like flirtation & foreplay that build on each other before reaching the main chorus which is the act of sex itself. She is programmed to want White men, it's in her blood, it's in her loins, it's in that tight sexy body of hers. What I was saying again? Yes, what you need to do is to slowly change the tune of the opera from full-on Italian to Beijing Opera but you cannot do it overnight. It's like a frog and her desire is that frog you need to boil it slowly before you can cook it. You get what I mean?”

I have no fucking clue what he meant.

Realizing I was hopelessly clueless to what he just said, Dr. Trigut took a deep breath and said: “Look, she likes white men right? I have seen the screenshots of those filthy correspondences she had with her exes. Forgive me for saying this but nobody that slutty can change overnight. Not even Mother Theresa, bless her soul. Your wife probably buried that underneath due to the trauma she suffered in the past.

It's like Pavlov’s theory. You know the guy who killed all those bitches? We just have to slowly re-introduce her to that lifestyle again but making you the fulfillment of that desire. I’m going to suggest something controversial but then again, I only take extreme cases. What I can suggest is that since its Covid, you guys are all on lockdown, is that you open up your marriage, but only a little. Let her meet other white men online, let them flirt with her, let her feel the thrill of the chase again. BUT… And I want to emphasize this, she cannot have any physical interactions with them. Just like the Opera example, let the overture and the beginning acts be Italian or German, but the main chorus is the Ching Chong Singing of Chinese Opera. When she is turned on enough, you are there to consummate the experience. Soon enough, you can be the overture and the acts as well and it will be just Ching Ching Chong Chong all the way.”

I winced at his racist overtones but I kind of get the idea of what he was suggesting. Before I could even reply, Dr. Trigut interjected me once again: “You will like it. You wanked to the photos of the messages which you forwarded to my assistant. Oh yes you did.” He said it as a matter of fact rather than opinion.

“I know a Cuckold when I see one. I have seen thousands of them and I’m sorry if I offended you but you Sir are one.”, Dr. Trigut said with a twinkle in his eyes.

Before I could even reply or ask a question, Dr. Trigut interrupted me for the umpteenth time: “And morality aside, there is nothing wrong or anything to be ashamed of for being a Cuckold. You love your wife right and you want her to be happy. Cuckoldry is the psychological condition where you are turned on by watching your love one being ravished. Its consensual erotised cheating in the highest form but kept within the boundaries of a loving relationship. At the end of the day, as long as she returns to you, you can and will make this marriage stronger than ever before. So learn to enjoy it my boy. Cuckoldry can be one of life’s greatest pleasures. Even more pleasurable than a Ching Chong Opera, heh. So, any questions?.”

I had a million questions but I didn’t know how to ask so all I could mouth was a single word: “No.”

“Great! I take Zcash only now, BTC is too much trouble for me. Pay my assistant and we will schedule a joint session with your sexy wife and yourself. My assistant will also add you on Whatsapp and will send you a brief on what to say and do during our therapy sessions with your wife. Hopefully, we’ll get to hear Beijing Opera in no time. Chow Chow.” he said curtly as he cut the zoom session.

[OppaiOppai]

I sat in the dark in silence, bombarded by a million thoughts but the most bombastic thought of all was the faint promise by Dr. Trigut.

Cuckoldry can be one of life’s greatest pleasures.

As I pondered on my thoughts, an email notification came up with an E-invoice for Dr. Trigut’s services. In it he captioned the following and attached a picture.

Great meeting earlier and am excited to explore how we can help. Hopefully, we can help your wife reconnect with her past. Her past and both your future is real and there is nothing mystical about it. There is also no such thing as mythical creatures.

I chuckled at his naughty picture and closed the laptop after making a large transfer to his crypto wallet.

[OppaiOppai]

The next day, we arranged a therapy session with Dr. Trigut. We set it up in our study room and was greeted by Dr. Trigut, now donning on a white coat as he greeted us with an air of authority. We went through the motions as I memorized the brief dutifully that his assistant sent me while we both sneakily guided the conversation so that Dr. Trigut could make his opening.

Then it happened, after Blake told him about her past and her lack of desire for me.

Rubbing his chin as he gave a look of concern into the screen: “My dear. I have counseled many couples like you both with the same problem. The conventional way is to reignite the spark into the relationship but as I’m told you both weren’t even that intimate before marriage so there isn’t any ground to work with. Perhaps you both should consider some time apart.”

I was shocked at that suggestion and wanted to say something but Blake replied before I could: “No, we love each other. Very much. It's just that I need to resolve whatever issues I have. It’s more me, I need to be more physically present for my husband.”

Dr. Trigut smiling as he got my wife riled up said: “Yes, but desire is an organic thing. You can’t force it. You have to let it happen naturally. I have an idea, but it's not a conventional one because the problem you present is not conventional.”

“Which is?”, Blake asked with a pitched voice.

“That you should see other men. Virtually. Go on Tinder, go meet other men. See what is out there. Talk to them, casually only of course. Re-live that part of your life when you were single and exploring. It seemed to me that your desire is anchored in the freedom that you enjoyed before you got married. But of course, everything should be just virtual. That’s if your husband is okay with that.”

” Dr. Trigut, I can’t do that. I mean… I will be super pissed if my husband is on Tinder. Honey are you okay with this?”Blake said, her voice quivering while looking at me exasperated for support.

“I mean as long as it's all virtual, I’m okay with that actually.”, I said almost verbatim what was on the brief.

“WHAT?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?! How could you say that?”Blake retorted with anger in her voice.

“Hey, is it alright if I speak to Blake alone? Why don’t you leave the room and let me talk to her privately.”, Dr. Trigut interjected. I gave her a weak smile and a kiss on her cheeks as she seemed to be nearly crying.

“Okay Doc.”, I replied obediently as per the brief instructed.

As I closed the door, I saw Blake connected her headset with the laptop as Dr. Trigut flashed me a smile that said “I got this bro. No worries.”. I paced our tiny living room for what seemed like half an hour. I was so anxious I wanted to crash into the room and just pull the plug on the laptop as well as the whole damn scheme altogether. Till this day, I had no idea what Dr. Trigut said to Blake.

She emerged from the room with a weak smile on her face. She looked at me intently while holding my hands and asked in a very weak voice with tears in her eyes:

“Do you trust me?”

“I do Honey. I do. I love you so very much. As long as it's only virtual, I’m okay with that.” I said as I cradled her head on my shoulders, hugging her so very tightly. Suddenly and I must be dreaming, I started to hear the faint but unmistakable beat of house music in the room.

The next day was the start of the weekend and I saw Blake sitting on the couch with her phone in her hands. She then beckoned me to go to her and I saw she had downloaded Tinder and she was showing me the app.

“I can delete it now, if you say the words.”, she looked at me unsurely.

“No, go ahead. I trust you.”, I said as I mustered a weak smile while I hugged her.

She then got me to choose her profile photos as well as helped her set up her account with her new profile. We made sure she wrote the words (Married) in her profile and then she started swiping away.

[Golden Apple]

Originally Posted by OppaiOppai

fix liao

Her album link is here: https://ibb.co/album/kQjzb9

1st pic is that of her with her various exes
2nd pic is her date with a french guy
3rd pic is the aftermath of her with that same french guy

Password is still the same.

thanks man I'm camping here

[OppaiOppai]

Originally Posted by Golden Apple

thanks man I'm camping here

Tks for camping.

[OppaiOppai]

Got permission by a bro who sent me this filthy but really nice message to post here but have to remove his name. Its encouraging stuff like this that keeps me going. Thank you everybody. =)