☆ Haida Stories ... A tale of Haida’s romantic journey with Steven ... a love story steeped in erotic fantasy.

After spending five days in her own home as a sex slave to Jhosua and his friends, Haida was left with a profound sense of loss and a sadness that weighed heavily on her heart.

Now, a deep, unfulfilled craving within her demanded satisfaction, ultimately drawing both Haida and Steven into a sexual dilemma. A predicament that Steven would struggle with intensely over the course of three days at an adult club called Club Nirwana ☆

♡ ALL ABOUT HAIDA

My name is Steven Lee, and I am 35 years old. This is not just a story about me, but a story about us—Haida and me. It is a story about our sexual life and the drama within our marriage.

You may have many questions after reading our story. What happened in our marriage that led me to allow Haida to become such a wild and wanton wife? And what made me willingly watch her be taken by other men?

It would take many words to answer all of those questions. You will understand as you follow Haida's journey throughout the HAIDA STORIES series.

I met her while she was studying in Singapore, my birthplace. We first met when she was an intern at the company where I worked. She was a beautiful and intelligent young woman from Indonesia, full of enthusiasm, yet carrying a burden of sadness behind her gaze. Her sadness came from a failed relationship; her lover had left and disappeared just when she was preparing to get married.

We got married in 2020 after a courtship that lasted only two months. Yes... just two months. Without really having the chance to date properly, I dared to propose to her.

At the time, I managed to convince my family that Haida was the right woman to spend my life with. However, I was aware that the age gap between us also reflected a difference in experience, particularly when it came to love and relationships. I was an adult man who had experienced the warmth of a woman's embrace many times, while she was a 20-year-old woman who had only recently suffered a painful failure in love.

Many of my friends doubted that our marriage would last. They knew who I was.

They also knew who Haida was: a naive and religious young woman from a devout family, married to a playboy who never seemed to run out of ideas ... or sexual fantasies involving the women he desired.

Still, I believed that I would be able to soften Haida's heart and make her want to spend her life with me. I was confident in my love for her and... perhaps rather arrogantly, in my belief that no woman could live without sex, no matter how religious she was.

However, it turned out that I was wrong.

Haida was not like the women I had known. Women whom I could easily charm and take to bed without any bond of love. She was very reserved when it came to talking about sex. She saw the sexual nature of my desires as something dirty, even though we were married and I believed I was simply asking for what I considered my rights as a husband.

Haida often talked about a man who had loved her without ever touching her body or kissing her. She admired him very much.

For almost a year, Haida avoided me whenever I tried to become physically intimate with her. It was truly torturous and deeply hurt my self-esteem. However, I eventually realised that perhaps she was still too young and inexperienced to adjust to life with a man who had far more experience in matters of sex.

I realised that my love for Haida was something I had to protect. I didn't want my friends' predictions to come true. Slowly, I began to give her a different perspective on sex, love, and the commitment of marriage built on love. I challenged her belief that sex was merely a means of having children. Gradually, I came to understand that, at the time, Haida simply wasn't ready to become a mother.

I understood her feelings. She simply wasn't ready to have children yet. So, I began to explain sex from a different perspective and not merely as a means of reproduction, but also as something that could bring pleasure, intimacy, and enjoyment between consenting adults. I even used the adult videos we watched together to support my point.

It feels funny when I look back on that time. We would watch adult videos, including ones featuring married couples. Yet, instead of simply being drawn into the erotic atmosphere, we often found ourselves engaged in deep and serious conversations. And it wasn't something that happened just once.

Fortunately, those conversations gradually brought about a change in Haida. She became increasingly curious about sexuality. The more questions she asked, and the more intense our interactions became, the stronger her desire grew to build a romantic relationship with me.

My wife smiled at my playful reply.

“I imagine us making a movie like that, with the two of us as the stars. That way, we could watch ourselves. I’m getting bored of watching other people. Honestly… I usually just end up focusing on the size of the male actor’s penis.”

Oh my God! My heart started racing. That was the first time Haida had ever spoken like that. Honestly, I hadn't expected it at all. But the idea had come from her, and hearing her say it firsthand got me excited at the prospect of bringing that fantasy to life.

That was how we began involving a third person in our sex life. To fulfill her wish, I contacted a cameraman I knew through social media.

Haida and I both enjoy writing, so we channelled that passion into creating scripts. I would give the finished scripts to the cameraman, who took on the role of director and decided on the camera angles.

The results far exceeded my expectations. Haida fully embraced her roles without needing much direction from either the cameraman or me.

She played various characters. Sometimes a slave, and on one occasion, even a prostitute. But the performance that stayed with me the most was when she played an unfaithful wife being punished by her husband. She immersed herself in the role so completely that it felt as though she had actually been unfaithful in real life.

Haida seemed to know exactly what she needed to do without me having to direct her. She truly transformed herself into the woman I had written into the script. She became someone else without losing her true self.

I often found myself wondering whether she was simply immersing herself in the role or genuinely enjoying the experience of becoming someone else. For those moments, she was no longer simply my wife ... she had become another character entirely.

After making several films, Haida’s passion continued to grow, inspired by the various adult films we watched together. The more genres we explored, the stronger her curiosity and imagination became.

Her passion also became more intense and uninhibited when we were intimate. Between her moans and gasps, she would sometimes express fantasies about involving multiple partners. She spoke about wanting to surrender herself to the experience and explore fantasies that pushed beyond the boundaries we had previously imagined.

I still don't know whether the choice I made back then was right or wrong. At the time, I viewed sex primarily as a form of entertainment, a way for Haida and me to explore our fantasies together.

As our sexual fantasies grew wilder, I arranged various encounters with business partners from different countries to bring those fantasies to life. This seemed to deepen my wife's fascination with that world.

Perhaps those experiences played a role in shaping Haida into the woman she is today. She had once been a naive young woman, but over time, she transformed into someone who was increasingly drawn to fantasies involving surrender and male dominance.

So, her submissive nature was not something I deliberately created. I merely introduced her to a world of sexuality and its many different forms. In the end, Haida shaped herself into the woman she wanted to become.

Haida often imagines herself as an adult-film star when we are intimate. I simply join in and occasionally offer a few ideas of my own. Usually, she responds with great enthusiasm and is more than willing to explore them with me.

☆ TURMOIL OF LOVE

It's been a month since Haida last spoke to me. Everything changed after Jhosua, my business partner from Jamaica, and his friends stayed at my house for five days. Apparently, their visit had a profound effect on Haida. I didn't know whether she was angry, sad, or simply struggling with something she couldn't bring herself to tell me after those five days.

Haida kept locking herself in her bedroom. Sometimes, I would see tears running down her pale cheeks.

I tried to talk to her, but she remained silent. I felt sorry for my wife. I was deeply concerned about her condition, yet I didn't know what to do to help her become her old self again.

One day, when I had no work to do and found myself wondering what I should do next, I remembered Jhosua's promise to record Haida's activities while they were together. I hurried into the family room and took the camera out of the equipment box. Inside, I found a hard drive.

It wasn't mine.

The date was written on it ... the exact date, month, and year when Jhosua and his friends had stayed at the house.

Oh God...

Why was my heart racing?

Then I remembered my conversation with Jhosua when he signed the work contract. As part of the agreement, I had included Haida as one of the conditions.

I had asked them to record Haida's activities during those five days because I couldn't interfere with whatever activities they were involved in during that time. And I was certain that everything involving Haida had been recorded on that hard drive.

I wanted to know what they had done to my wife and what had happened during those five days that she seemed unable to forget.

My curiosity finally got the better of me. I connected the hard drive to the computer and turned on the television, which also served as a monitor.

There are dozens of files on the screen, all in MP4 format, a video format.

I click on the last file.

The footage showed Haida and Jhosua together. Haida's body was trembling, apparently overwhelmed by intense sensations. Her expression seemed conflicted; there was something almost painful in her face, yet at the same time, I could see a strange sense of satisfaction in her eyes.

I didn't continue watching the file. I had already seen part of that footage before, when Andre played it on the monitor in the living room, shortly after Jhosua handed me the work contract.

Instead, I randomly selected another file. On the monitor screen, I saw my wife in the living room. She was undergoing double penetration by Damiun and Jermain. Jermain's penis was buried deep inside Haida's anus.

Ah... I had never had anal sex with Haida. I often used sex toys with her, but that had been at Haida's request. Eventually, she had asked me to buy an anal dildo pump for her, which I then used for double penetration.

I studied my wife's beautiful face. There was no sign that she had been forced as she experienced the double penetration. But... why was Haida crying now? Surely, she couldn't possibly regret my decision to let her be with Jhosua and his friends.

Eventually, I came to the conclusion that my wife had been deeply affected by everything that had happened during those five days and simply couldn't forget it. Or perhaps... she had fallen in love.

But with which of the five men?

"Do I look like a whore, Steven?"

The question caught me off guard. Moments earlier, I had been completely engrossed in watching the video while pleasuring myself. I was so swept up in the intense passion of watching my wife that I barely noticed her arrival.

"Oh, honey... uh... no. You look beautiful in that video. Truly beautiful. And incredibly sexy. Your glistening body makes you look even more stunning. So sexy... no wonder they gave you so many gifts. They clearly enjoyed their time with you."

"Are you jealous, Steven?"

I was stunned by the flatness of Haida's question.

"Of course I'm jealous, my love. Very... very jealous. But... my love for you is stronger than my jealousy. And... I like watching you, my dear. It excites me to see you with them."

Haida stared at the monitor with an expressionless face. She neither smiled nor made any comment in response to my words.

Then, after a moment of silence, she finally spoke.

"I fell in love, Steven."

She paused.

"I fell in love with them."

I was shocked when I heard it. It was such a bold statement. Had she forgotten the commitment she had made to me? My emotions surged.

"Who is it, Honey?! Jhosua? Andre? Jetmain? Ricardo? Or Damiun? Tell me, Haida! Remember the commitment you made to me. You said you would do this without involving your feelings. You promised that your love and your commitment belonged to me. Tell me, Haida! Tell me! What happened!"

My blood boiled. I trusted Haida. If Haida had truly fallen in love, it meant that someone had gotten into her heart and was trying to take her away from me.

"All five of them, Steven."

Oh God... !!

My body suddenly felt weak, yet strangely relieved. It turned out that none of them alone had influenced Haida. Rather, she had been swept away by the atmosphere the five men had created together ... and I was certain it had been wild and intensely erotic.

We sat silently on the sofa, watching the video on the monitor. Haida seemed to be reminiscing about the time when she had played the role of a sex worker in our own house. Even though she had created a distance between us, I still found myself drawn to her—perhaps even more than before.

I still desired her. I was still captivated by her.

But she wouldn't let me hold her.

There was a deep sadness in her eyes. My wife had truly fallen in love ... fallen in love with five men at once. I was sure Haida had been deeply affected by the way Jhosua and his friends had treated her.

I didn't know what was going on inside her mind.

Her gaze remained fixed on the monitor, yet her eyes looked distant, as though she were staring far beyond the screen.

We sat in front of the monitor for quite a long time. Neither Haida nor I made any attempt to start a conversation. I was afraid that anything I said might only make her feel worse.

I felt guilty for bringing Haida into that scenario with Jhosua and his friends while keeping myself outside of it. Perhaps she hadn't been ready to take things that far. Perhaps she hadn't been ready for her emotions to become involved.

"I want to forget that time, Steven," she finally said. "It turns out I wasn't ready to play that role for them. I want to forget them."

I moved closer to Haida and tried to put my arm around her shoulders.

But she refused.

Gently, she pushed my hand away.

The rejection stung. But when I looked into her eyes, my ego crumbled. My wife was hurting.

Her heart was hurting.

Yet, behind that sorrowful gaze, I thought I saw a glimmer of hope. There was still a way to comfort her. Surely, there was still a way to help her forget Jhosua and his friends.

"Yes, Haida. I understand," I said. "Do you want us to go on a vacation? Maybe getting away for a while would help."

Haida shook her head. She fell silent again.

Patiently, I waited for her to find the words she wanted to say. I gazed at my wife's beautiful face.

"I just want to meet someone better than them," she finally whispered. "I want to meet a man who can treat me better than they did... so that I can forget what happened between us."

Thump...!

My heart began to race.

What I had seen in that video had been real. Haida had genuinely enjoyed the role she had played. I didn't know what had happened behind the scenes. All I knew was what I had seen ... Haida spending five days with those five Jamaican men.

Then she spoke again. Her facial expression remained unchanged.

"I’ve been thinking about becoming a professional sex worker. Maybe if I meet other men, I’ll finally be able to forget them. I’ve already installed the app. I’m just waiting for your permission."

After that, Haida got up and walked into the bedroom, leaving me alone, staring blankly at the monitor, which was still on. My eyes remained fixed on the screen, but my gaze was unfocused as I watched the scene of Haida's body trembling as she reached orgasm.

I looked toward the bedroom door she had disappeared through.

Ah... my poor wife. She used to be so cheerful, but now she had become withdrawn and gloomy.

I thought deeply about what she had said. Haida was right. When it came to the kind of sex she was talking about, it was obvious that I couldn't do what Jhosua had done for her. In terms of sexual ability, I had to admit that Jhosua and his friends were far more capable than I was.

But at the same time, I couldn't accept the idea of her selling herself as a prostitute. Especially not through online apps. She wasn't someone who should have to degrade herself like that.

I didn't want her to continue feeling miserable because Jhosua and his friends had left. I wanted her to forget Jhosua and move on. At the same time, I didn't want Haida to become frustrated with me simply because I couldn't satisfy her the way Jhosua or his friends had.

Nor did I want my wife to look elsewhere for emotional comfort. I believed that Haida still held firmly to the promise we had made and to the commitment we had agreed upon from the very beginning.

After finally understanding what Haida truly wanted, I became even more determined to find a solution.

♡ ONE WEEK LATER ♡

The office cafeteria was unusually crowded that afternoon. It was lunchtime, but I wasn't hungry. My stomach didn't seem to want anything. I was only looking for a seat where I could have a cup of coffee and a cigarette, hoping to relax my mind and body.

"Hi, Steven!"

Ah... Malik was waving at me. Rizal and Ronald were sitting with him as well.

I walked over to them. As it happened, I needed someone to talk to. They were close friends of mine at the company, although we worked in different divisions.

"Hahaha! Here comes our new boss! He just landed us a commission. For the project I'm currently handling, he was the one who negotiated with the company from Jamaica."

They shook my hand, clearly pleased about the approval of the contract. The company was going to make an extraordinary amount of money from it.

What they didn't know was who had truly influenced the approval of that contract.

I wasn't the one who convinced Jhosua to sign it. I was merely the negotiator. However, the contract was approved because Haida's body was part of the deal.

"Hehehe... Let's celebrate. Drinks are on me."

I forced myself to laugh, trying to hide what I was feeling. I didn't want them to start wondering about the actual negotiation process.

"So, what project are you going to handle next, Steven?"

Malik was always enthusiastic whenever the conversation turned to work.

"I don't know yet. I don't have anything definite at the moment. I'm targeting several projects that could involve collaboration with international companies. I'm still preparing the proposals so that, once the right opportunity comes along, I can hit the ground running."

"Maybe you should go to Bali, Steven. There's a High-Level Conference on Asia and Africa taking place there right now. Who knows? You might make some useful connections and build new business relationships."

Malik offered his advice. As always, he was enthusiastic whenever the topic was work.

But he had no idea how I actually found my business connections.

It was understandable, of course. Whenever they secured a contract, commissions flowed into their accounts. What they didn't realize was that, behind some of those contracts, Haida had played a role in making them happen.

"Hahahaha... Be careful in Bali, Steven. There are plenty of beautiful women there who would be more than happy to keep you company at night," Ronald joked. "Don't get too comfortable and end up forgetting about your wife."

Rizal, who was Indonesian, burst out laughing at Ronald's joke.

"Here, let me tell you about a place where the wealthy go to relax. You don't even have to go all the way to Bali. Jakarta has adult clubs too. But in Bali, there are villas with BDSM-themed dungeons ... perfect for couples who are into that kind of thing."

Rizal took out his phone and showed us the website of one of the places he recommended. Then he sent us the link so we could look at it on our own phones.

"Rizal, have you ever been to one of those places?"

Malik immediately bombarded him with questions.

"Are you crazy? My annual salary, including my bonuses, could disappear in just one or two hours there. The women they provide are top-notch, models or actresses, at the very least."

"Then how do you know so much about it?" Ronald asked curiously.

"I have a friend who works there. He's the head of security."

The conversation around the cafeteria table continued, but my mind was no longer on their jokes. Something about the link Rizal had sent kept bothering me.

After the lunch break was over, I hurried back to my office. I could no longer focus on my work.

Later, I got into my car and immediately opened the link Rizal had sent me. I had already browsed through the website earlier, carefully examining every detail.

The place was an exclusive club frequently visited by wealthy clients, offering spa and massage services specifically for men.

There was a VVIP section that required special access. One of its advertisements was looking for two elegantly dressed women. There were many criteria to meet, and I thought Haida matched all of them.

Out of curiosity, I contacted the owner, Mr. Tony Hong, to learn more about the club ... not for myself, but for Haida.

As it turned out, the owner was quite friendly and willing to take my call. We talked for quite a while. I asked him various questions about the club and suggested that Haida might join as one of the entertainers.

Mr. Tony Hong welcomed the idea after I sent him several photos of Haida wearing sexy outfits and striking suggestive poses. He reassured me about the nature of his exclusive men's club and explained that one of the membership requirements was proof of an HIV-negative status. He therefore asked me to make sure Haida could provide the necessary documentation when we met later. I agreed and planned to go to Jakarta as soon as he confirmed the time.

After Mr. Tony Hong ended the call, I started the car and headed home. A mixture of excitement and anxiety surged within me. Excitement because I had found a place where my wife might be able to forget her sorrow, but anxiety as well, as I wondered what kind of experiences might await her there.

I only hoped that she could forget the five days she had spent with Jhosua.

♡ AMIDST THE TENSION

I hurried inside, looking for Haida. From the garage, I headed straight to the bedroom. I knew that she had been spending most of her time there lately.

I slowly opened the door. I wanted to tell Haida about everything right away, but I wasn't sure where to begin.

“Haida... Haida... my beloved wife.”

She turned toward me but didn't answer immediately.

“What's wrong, Steven?”

“I want to ask you something about what you said yesterday.”

“What did I say, Steven?”

“About that dating app you once installed.”

“Do you allow it, Steven? If you do, I'll open it again right away.”

“Not exactly, Haida... that's not what I meant. I have an acquaintance in Jakarta. He's the owner of an exclusive men's club.”

I paused for a moment before continuing.

“He's looking for two women to entertain some guests from the United States. I just spoke with him, and I think you meet all the criteria.”

I deliberately paused again. I wanted to see her reaction.

“If you're ready, darling, we'll leave for Jakarta tomorrow morning. I've already arranged to meet him at ten.”

She didn't say anything, but she nodded slowly. I could see a faint sparkle beginning to return to her eyes.

Deep down, I couldn't help thinking, Ah... Jhosua really had a powerful influence on my wife.

I was sure that Haida must have experienced something intense while she was with Jhosua and his friends during those five days. Perhaps that was why the separation had been so difficult for her.

Still, I felt relieved. My wife seemed enthusiastic again after I told her about the opportunity.

I immediately contacted Mr. Tony to confirm our meeting for the following day. I also submitted a leave request at work, telling the company that I wanted to take a short vacation in Bali.

☆ Haida still had a second and third day to face. Would she be able to satisfy all those men's fantasies with her body? ... Or would she actually come to enjoy everything happening to her? The story continues until Haida gets exactly what she wants. Stay tuned for HAIDA STORIES. Thank you.