Age : 29
Gender : Male
Profession : Vice President at a foreign bank
Home : 3-room Condo in the east of Singapore
Marital Status : Married to my dream girl, Claire (aged 25)
I am the typical Singaporean corporate climber that you will see walking along Raffles Place on a daily basis. Luckily for me, I manage to play the corporate game quite well and hence, climb pretty fast to the position of a VP in a top foreign bank at the age of 29. That’s pretty amazing as my peers are still toiling away at the lower rungs of the corporate ladder while I have more or less made it at such a young age.
Being such a high-flyer, I have almost everything going for me. Counting my prized assets would include my $1.5 mil condo, my BMW Z4 convertible, my Patek Philippe watch and of course, my dearest wife, Claire. Yes, she is the love of my life and my priceless asset.
Claire, aged 25. Young and pretty. Very pretty in fact. Tall, slim, hour glass figure, baby face, fair flawless complexion. Her long, slim legs are the best.
As you can see, we are like the “Dream Couple”, with the Chinese saying, capable husband with pretty wife.
So what has all the above got to do with the story I am going to tell? Actually nothing much, other than to brag about myself haha.
Ok enough bragging. Now the story goes……
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Time : Monday morning
Venue : Office
This was a usual Monday morning like any other Mondays. I dropped Claire at her workplace before coming into my office just before 8 am. Claire is a school teacher thus she usually reports at the school 7 plus in the morning. I like to come into office early as that is the only time when I have some peace before the rest of the people come in and the hustle and bustle of the day starts.
As usual, I was the first to reach my office. Our department started work at 9 am so usually people would start to trickle in only at 8.45 am.
I made myself my favourite cup of coffee, the aroma always perk me up. Seated comfortably in my ergonometric-designed armchair, I switched on my laptop. While waiting for the system to boot up, I picked up and run through the documents in my in-tray, left there by my personal assistant.
There was this very conspicuous envelope in my in-tray. It was in dark red. Must be one of those wedding bombs from my staff. I chucked that to the bottom of the pile and started to run through the more important documents first. Went on to clear some emails as my laptop had fully loaded by then.
Finally cleared all the important emails and documents. Glanced at my watch, 9.10 am. By now, the place outside my full-panel glass room was bustling with life. The people were all going about their usual work stuff. I had a total of 40 people reporting to me. 3 teams comprising of about 10-15 pax each, led by an AVP in each team. These were all the crème de la crème in the financial industry. Only the best of the best could work in this bank, and in this department.
I had a rival in the department, that’s George, the other VP that led the other teams. I used to report to George in the past. He was like the incumbent VP in our department, holding that position for the past 5 years, while I rose quickly through the ranks and only gotten to that rank 3 months ago. As expected, George was extremely jealous of my rise in ranks. He was 42 years old, while me 29 years old, but we held the same rank and portfolio. Who wouldn’t feel imbalanced? That was the reason why I need to work even harder to safeguard my position.
Luckily I had my very 3 capable lieutenants with me, Albert, James and Michelle. They were the 3 AVPs in my team who have been with me since day one in the bank. I basically climbed the ladder with them by my side. They were all high-flyers in their own way.
I was sipping onto my coffee while I was taking a break from the emails and documents. I was taking in the battle scene outside, from the serenity in my room. Big contrast.
That’s when my attention got back to the red envelope. Whose wedding could it be?
I opened the red envelope. It read:
“Dear Wilson,
You have been invited to join our exclusive group, known as “The Secret Club”. This is by nomination only, which means you have been specially nominated by someone you know to join this club. The purpose of this club is for the members to come together to enjoy some sexual activity together.
Each and every member in our club must be married. This is to ensure no one would dare to reveal the identity of any members as their involvement would be made known to their spouse as well. This is a cross-binding handle we hold on each other to ensure the secrecy of our club.
You have been nominated by your friend to join this club, and the benefit for your friend is to be able to enjoy sexual pleasure with you. Once you join the club, you will be able to nominate another person of your choice and likewise, if the person does decide to join, you will be able to enjoy the sexual pleasure with that person.
We will also hold events for all members to come together to enjoy sexual pleasure, and whether you want to participate in each of those events is entirely voluntary.
The only condition as a member is to sworn secrecy to any information of the club and its members.
If you want to join the club, all you need to do is to email to TheSecretClub@gmail.com and reply “I would like to join the club” and signs off with your name. All other instructions would be from the email.
If we do not hear from you by noon time tomorrow, we will take it as you have rejected this invitation.
Thank you”
Haha this must be one of those prank letters. Without thinking much, I tore up the letter, crushed it into a ball, and threw it into the dustbin sitting in a corner of my room.
I didn’t think much of it again and went back to my work. From 10 am onwards, my schedule for the day was filled with back-to-back meetings. Meeting with the bosses, meeting with the financial bigwigs from MAS, weekly departmental updates, followed by a cross-bank collaboration meeting at another bank.
By the time my last meeting ended, it was 4.30 pm. I dragged my tired body back to office to clear some stuff before calling it a day.
My goodness, my in-tray was filled with documents again. Since I had about an hour before the day ended, I decided to clear off that pile before I left.
That’s when I saw the piece of paper slotted in nicely in one of our company files. On the exterior of the file, it looked just like any of the other files in my in-tray, with the type-written sticker “For your approval”
The letter inside the file was typed out with the following message:
“Wilson, I saw you tearing the invitation card up this morning. Very disappointed. It’s for real. Hope you can join the club. In case you want to reconsider, just email “I would like to join the club” to TheSecretClub@gmail.com”
That’s when I started to think the invitation was real.
I looked out from the glass panels of my room, looking for any signs of someone peeping at me. The person who left this note in my in-tray must be keeping a lookout whether I read the note. This person must be one of them in the office as she saw me crushing the invitation letter this morning.
I was keeping a lookout specially on those married women in my office. I remembered clearly in the invitation stating that all members must be married. There were not that many married women in our office. Or could it be someone trying to play a prank on me?
I walked out of my room, purposely waving the file in my hand, asking loudly across to my Personal Assistant, "Mary, who left this folder in my room?" I scanned quickly across the office, looking out for any tell-tale signs but could not detect any.
Mary: "Huh boss, I have no idea. Don't recognise that folder. Not me."
I went back to my seat and sat down pondering hard. Why would anyone play such a senseless prank? If this was real, why would someone ask me to do such a thing? Everyone knew I was happily married to Claire, the most beautiful woman. I was the most faithful guy, never ever showed any sign of straying even when I was surrounded by so many young and pretty girls, whom I was sure some of them would idolise me. So why would this person nominate me to join the club?
My eyes scanned through the room, going from one married woman to the other. Mary, my Personal Assistant. Shouldn't be. Jace. Didn't seem like. Sofia. Nope. Jennifer. Hope not. My mind was initially thinking about the probability of who was that person, but slowly changing to who I hoped that person was. Haha what was I thinking about?
Until my eyes stopped at Michelle. Yes, Michelle. One of my 3 trusted aide. The only female of my 3 AVPs. Yes, she was only recently married, about 3 months ago. In fact, she just came back from her honeymoon a couple of months ago. I attended her wedding with my wife, Claire. Claire even commented that she was very pretty.
Yes, Michelle was indeed a very attractive lady. 27 years old. Smart, capable and carry herself very well. In fact, she looked very much like my wife Claire. Tall, slim, good figure, long legs, baby face. If people were to say Claire and Michelle are sisters, they would not be too far off.
What if the invitation was from Michelle? That thought caused a stir in my groin area. Frankly speaking, I had never thought of Michelle in a sexy way, but somehow, today was different. That invitation was causing the usual calm and steady me to have a messy mind.
Don't be silly. It couldn't be Michelle. We had worked in the same team for 3 years and nothing ever happened. Our relationship was 100% professional and possibly 80% friendship, but 0% boy-girl kind of stuff.
"Bye Boss" It was Michelle and Albert walking past my door and waving me goodbye. That woke me out from my trance. Michelle's back view seemed especially alluring today. How come I have never noticed how good her figure was? The more I looked at her departing back view, the more I was hoping in my heart that the invitation was from her.
Am I getting crazy over a stupid prank letter? Packed my stuff and left the office, speeding home on my Z4. My thoughts was filled with that crazy letter, and Michelle's image intermittently flashing in.
That night, I grabbed Claire into bed. We were usually very slow and gentle in our love-making session but that night, I was especially energetic. Claire was the only woman I had been intimate with and we had grown a bit mechanical over the years.
My favourite position was to fuck her in the doggie position, as Claire had the cutest butt. I was pounding into Claire in our favourite position, my eyes were half-closed, making my vision even blurrier in the darkness of the room. In the blurred vision, it was Michelle that I was actually pounding into.
That feeling was indescribable and I shot a huge load into Claire, or rather was that Michelle?
It was that moment that I had decided to join the Club. And I was quietly confident that Michelle was the person that nominated me.
Time: Tuesday
Location: Office
The whole world was already hard at work, busying around at their workstations, some on the phones discussing the latest updates from the Federal Reserve meeting the night before, some collecting printouts at the printer stations.
Everyone was working hard. Except for me.
I was staring at my laptop screen. On it was my yahoo mail account, which I created like 30 min ago. In the email, there was just a one liner "I would like to join the club. From Wilson." Addressed to TheSecretClub@gmail.com.
The email had not been sent out yet. The only thing left to be done was to click "send", but seriously, was I out of mind to do this?
What if it was a plot to blackmail me or something?
What if it was a ploy to test my fidelity?
What if the person who nominated me was an ugly old woman trying to get fresh with me?
I had a reputation to protect, my stellar career, my beautiful wife, I had everything to lose. So why was I even thinking of this?
The reason was right in front of me.
Michelle.
I was peeping over my laptop at her. Her back was facing me. She was wearing a black colour one-piece body hugging dress. The mini-skirt was accentuating the outline of her bum perfectly. Due to the tightness, her panty line seemed to be vaguely visible. As she bent forward towards the computer screen at James' table to discuss whatever they were discussing, her mini-skirt was riding higher on her thighs. A few more inches up and I could see her ass. Her thighs were so creamy white. I must get that ass.________
The invitation had gotten me in such an arousal state that I was fantasizing over my staff who had worked with me for 3 years. I must be a bastard.
I glanced at my watch. 11.57 am. 3 more minutes.
I had been observing everyone in the office for the whole morning for any clue. Totally clueless.
What if the person that nominated me was Michelle?
That possibility itself made me clicked the "send" button.
All I could do now was to wait.
At 12 noon sharp, I received a reply.
"Dear Wilson,
I formally welcome you to the Secret Club. You won't regret joining this exclusive and privileged club.
In our club, you shall be known as Agent 0118. We do not call each other by our real name. In fact, at this moment, only me and the person who nominated you know your identity. If we have any group events, we will introduce ourselves using our Agent number.
For your very first assignment, you will be meeting the person who nominated you this coming Friday, 8 pm, at the restaurant Gordon Grill at Goodwood Park Hotel. The table reservation had been made under the name "The Secret Club". Do not try to wait for the person to appear before going to the table, as she won't appear unless you are there.
After the dinner, both of you shall proceed to the hotel room for a romantic session. Of course, you have the right to reject that session. Do note that if you reject, your membership in the club will be terminated with immediate effect. So I strongly encourage you to go through it as the benefits of the club is priceless, as you will enjoy pleasure that you never thought possible.
For that matter, in order to ensure participation of our members in the assignments, at any point in time, if you do reject any particular assignments, your membership will be terminated.
Once you pass your first assignment, your second assignment will be to nominate the person of your choice to join the club.
For your info, our success rate of getting new members is 85%. This means that the probability of the choice girl that you nominated agreeing to join will be 85%. Think about it. How exciting would that prospect be.
So good luck and enjoy your first assignment.
From Agent 0001."
I closed the email and took a deep breath. The whole thing did not seem like a prank at all.
I was feeling so excited and nervous. Am I going to complete the assignment with Michelle? That thought alone sent blood gushing to my little brother.
My only problem now..... I had to act as if nothing had happened till the assignment on Friday. And today was only Tuesday.
Time: Thursday
Location: Office
One more day to the D Day H Hour. Tomorrow night I would be having dinner with the person who nominated me and we would proceed to have some fun in the night.
Deep in my heart, I had been praying for that person to be Michelle. Every time we came across each other during work, my heart would flutter. It almost seem like falling in love all over again. It had been a while since I had this feeling.
Possibly because I had been too focused in my work all these while. Possibly because I had grown too used to my lovely wife, and the heart no longer fluttered like we used to be. Possibly because Michelle had grown even sexier after marriage. You know how some people always said, a newly wed woman is always the sexiest because you start to have the allure of a real woman. Possibly a bit of sex does make a woman sexier.
For the past two days, I had been trying to test whether Michelle was the person who nominated me. Dropped a little hint here and there. Cracked a joke now and then to see her reaction. Perfectly normal. Could I be wrong?
I was starting to get worried that it was not Michelle who nominated me.
What if....what if...it....was....
Before I could reach that thought, something happened.
2.32 pm.
Japan had a massive earthquake. the Nikkei Index was having a free fall, dragging all the regional stock exchanges down. Hang Seng was down 4.5%. STI was falling 3%. Everywhere across the Pacific region was having a bloodbath.
We were all called in for an emergency meeting. Our top brass briefed us on the situation and summarized our exposure to the market. Our own trading assets coupled with all the high net worth clients under our wing amounted to billions of dollars. We needed to make a call now in this situation.
Long. Short. Or hold.
Obviously, when we had such a situation, the top brass would not make a call. He would usually leave that to the next in line, which would be myself or George. If we made the right call, our boss would gain all the credit. If we made the wrong call, the axe would fall on us. That's the rule of the game. We were used to it.
So now the world was looking at Wilson vs George.
Long story short. Our calls made were opposite. We presented our case. My boss took my position.
5.30 pm.
Market closed. I made the right call. Scored a beautiful victory.
My team was celebrating. George's team was deflated. That's our life.
I was exhausted. Such sessions usually drained me completely. I went to wash my face at the gents.
Suddenly felt a pull at my stomach. Nature's call. Big business. Went into one of the cubicle.
Some people came into the toilet as well.
"Can't stand the face of them. They are just lucky. Do they have to be so cocky?"
It was George and a couple of his lackeys.
"Huh I shall see how long can that Wilson be so cocky. I will make him pay after tomorrow night."
"What? What is going to happen tomorrow? The market will turn tomorrow?"
"Nay nothing to do with the market. His luck will run out after tomorrow night."
I was all alone in my desk. All the others had gone back for the day. I told them that I wanted to stay back to check out how the US stock markets would open for the day. Just to make sure my bets were absolutely right.
That was only my excuse. I needed some time alone to think.
To think about the conversation I had overheard. The thing about my fortunes changing after tomorrow night.
Things started to piece together on its own. I had been taken for a ride.
George, my biggest rival in the company, had laid this trap for me. No wonder I could not see any suspicious person who might be the one who nominated me. This person was not even a lady. It was George. He was The Secret Club. He sent the invitation to me. He was all the while besides me monitoring my movement.
I almost fell for it. Almost.
It was a close shave.
I must fight back. What could I do?
Obviously I could not attend the dinner tomorrow. Luckily my email reply did not contain any confidential information. Anyone could have created that yahoo email. Luckily I was not foolish enough to use my company email. As long as I didn't go for the dinner tomorrow, I would be safe.
So that's one thing. How can I get this back on George?
I must admit he was quite smart to lay this trap. I almost fell for it. I could not use the same trick on him as he would be on his guard.
I walked out of my room and paced outside his office room.
I saw something. I had an idea on how to get back at George.
Brilliant.
Time: Friday
Venue: Office
The same office. The same busy scene outside my office. The same usual working day as any other day.
The only difference was me. My mind was working in overdrive. Not on my work. But on my revenge plot.
In my mind, I was recounting the whole sequence of events. How George had set me up, the invitation letter, the second reminder letter, how I fell for it, the email, the whole plot. It was all a mind game. How on earth did a high flyer like myself fell for it? Unbelievable. Irrational.
Yes, irrational was the word.
I recalled George was a Masters in Psychology. He was good with mind games. His plot played on my weakness, although I had never had the slightest intention to stray in the past. So why would he think I would fall for the trap?
I was working furiously on my laptop. I had given specific instructions to my team not to disturb me unless absolutely necessary.
After a good 2 hours of research, I had finally formed the conclusion: “Whether me or anyone else, crosses the line from flirty exchanges to infidelity, come down to what’s in our DNA. Basically, we are wired to stray.”
It would not take an expert to clue us on what’s playing out all around us. For starters, there’s the pileup of high-profile trysts that had made the deadlines – Tiger Woods, Bill Clinton, Wayne Rooney, and closer to us, Ng Boon Gay and Peter Lim. Then there’s your friend who would have gotten dangerously close to the edge. Our culture seemed almost steeped in infidelity.
No matter how much you loved your spouse, 3 things would happen over time.
Number 1 – Familiarity breeds boredom. Be it a plate of your favourite food, your favourite movie, or your favourite book, asking you to eat the same dish everyday, watch the show for the 100th time or to read the same storyline over and over again, you would not have the same interest or urge anymore. So how different would that be when it came to sex, our most basic instinct and needs.
Number 2 – Great Expectations. Human are greedy. No matter how much you love the other half, no one is perfect. There would definitely be something that you would be dissatisfied with your other half. Not as responsive on bed, the incessant nagging, not as macho as the hunk next door. There would always be the dream guy/girl that would make your heart flutter just that bit faster.
Number 3 – Prohibited Desire. This is in the nature of every human beings. The more you can’t get your hand on something, the more you will desire it. That’s the reason why you would feel your adrenalin pumping when you are about to do something that is prohibited. This would include anything, from telling a lie, to stealing $10 from the drawer, playing truant from school, to straying. In fact, that’s one of the greatest kick for people who are married. When the opportunity presents itself, and the prospect is someone that is to your liking, almost 95% of people would succumb to it.
Even a usually intelligent high-flyer like myself would fall for it. This would mean almost everyone could fall for it.
George's plot was brilliant. The only condition for it to work, the targets must be married personnel.
12.35 pm.
Lunch time. I purposely stayed back. Almost everyone had gone for lunch. Except for Peter. I must find an excuse to dispense him.
“Peter, sorry I am rushing some work. Do you have some time now? Can I trouble you to grab a sandwich and a can of Coke from the canteen?”
“Oh ok sure, I am about to grab some lunch for myself too.”
Perfect, the whole office was now empty. I casually walked over to Raymond’s desk and left an office file folder in his in-tray. In it contained the trading records from yesterday’s transactions.
That’s not the important point. What’s important was the green envelope I hid under the file folder.
*****
3.18 pm.
Raymond saw the green envelope. Opened it. Read the content. Looked around furtively. Grabbed his briefcase and put the envelop into it. Went back to his computer. Could tell that his mind was wandering off.
Great. Looked like part 1 was successful. Now to the more difficult part 2.
I went down to level 18. HR department.
"Hi Mrs Tan, I need a personal favour from you."
"Hi Wilson, what can I do for you? Just say it."
I knew one of the things I needed to play the corporate game well was connections. Basically I was well-liked throughout the whole company, from the bosses, to my staff and even to the pantry auntie. You never knew when you needed their help. The HR executive, Mrs Tan, was one of those I had worked my charm on.
"Nothing much lah. You know yesterday, me and George were at it again. I just thought of dropping by his house this weekend to pass him a house-warming gift. You know lah, he just moved house. Missed his house-warming. So I thought of using this chance to try to mend some relationship with him. Not good to be always at loggerheads with each other."
"Oh ya, I heard about yesterday. Gossip travels fast. So you need his address?"
"Yes, yes. So smart of you. But don't tell him I got the address from you. Not nice to let him think that I am purposely planning for this after yesterday's incident."
"Aiya I know what to do lah. Here you go."
"Oh by the way, here's my leave form. Need to take a couple of hours off earlier today. Have an important family dinner. Boss signed already."
I took the address from Mrs Tan and left the office.
Drove my BMW straight to the address on the piece of paper.
4.05 pm
Reached the condo. Instead of driving into the condo, I parked my BMW along the roadside outside the condo, away from the view of the guards at the guard house.
I slipped on the black windbreaker that motorcyclists would usually wear. On one hand was a parcel. On the other hand was a motorcyclist helmet.
"Hi man, I have a parcel delivery to Jenny at unit #18-203."
"Ok wait" The guard dialled on his telecom and spoke to a woman. Sounds like a Filipino maid.
"Ok you can leave the parcel here. The maid is coming down to collect."
I had expected it. George and Jenny were both at work.
About 5 minutes later, I handed the parcel over to the maid.
"The sender specifically instructed that the parcel must be given only to your mam, not to your sir."
"Ok no problem. Sir is coming back home very late tonight anyway. Will pass this to mam soon as she is coming back for dinner."
Yes, I knew George would be late home tonight. He should be hanging around Goodwood Park Hotel, waiting for me to turn up.
"What's inside the parcel? So light."
"I have no idea too. I am only the courier."
I left the place, revealing my grin when my back was turned towards them.
Of course the parcel was light. Inside the box contained only a green envelope.
*****
Time: Friday night
Venue: My study room
Claire was having dinner with some of her girlfriends tonight. I was supposed to join her but I rejected the dinner yesterday because of The Secret Club.
So here I was, munching on the Subway sandwiches I bought on my way back. I was in my study room, looking intently at the screen of my laptop.
On it, two browsers were opened. One yahoo mail. One gmail.
8.09 pm.
A new mail came into my yahoo mail. From TheSecretClub@gmail.com.
I read the email and deleted it.
Haha George must be fuming why I did not turn up.
8.11 pm
Before I could wipe the grin off my face, an email came into my gmail.
My gmail was "TheSpecialClub@gmail.com"
The email was from Raymond.Chua1988@gmail.com
A bit more on Raymond. He was one of my staff. Joined my team about a year ago as a fresh grad from NUS. First-class honours in Economics.
Raymond was one of the most handsome young hunk in our department. 25 years old. A frequent gym-goer. Smart, young, chiselled features, V-shaped physique. A lot of the girls in our department were head over heels for him. Unfortunately for them, he was married.
I opened his email. "I am in. From Raymond"
8.25 pm
Another email came into my gmail.
From Jenny_funlover82@gmail.com
I opened the email.
Bingo!
Jenny was in as well.
Part 3 of my plan. Succeeded.
I need to plan for part 4 now.
Before I could do that, my mind drifted to Jenny.
First met Jenny at last year Company Dinner and Dance.
That's the first time most of us met George's wife. They had only gotten married about 2 years ago. Our jaws almost dropped to the floor when we saw Jenny.
She was wearing a simple red mini-dress that ended very high on her thigh, showing off her sexy legs. A white translucent top was loped over her dress. Simple but sexy. Her dress showed off her shapely figure.
She was simply stunning. Womanly, shapely, sexy. Jenny was not those skinny girls that you would usually see walking around in Orchard nowadays. In fact, her figure was those fleshy type, but the flesh was all at the right places, accentuating her hour-glass, shapely figure.
The face of an angel, the body of a devil. Long, wavy dyed hair completed the perfect package of a sex siren. Jenny oozes sensuality from her head to toe.
At the dinner, I think Claire, Michelle and Jenny were the top 3 most attractive ladies.
Jenny was 10 years younger than George, so she was 32 years old now. We could not fathom how on earth could George marry such a young and sexy wife.
I still remembered at the dinner, George basically paraded his beautiful wife. Table by table, he introduced his wife to everyone, including the bunch of new joiners at the table beside us. After that, they were all commenting and gossiping non-stop how beautiful George's wife was.
During the D&D, there was a game where the most handsome guys and prettiest ladies were called on stage to be voted by the audience.
Claire and Michelle were both called on stage. But they didn't win.
Jenny was the female winner. Raymond was the male winner.
*****
Time: Saturday evening
Venue: Outside Morton’s Steakhouse
6.30 pm.
30 min to the H Hour.
I had instructed Raymond and Jenny to meet at Morton’s Steakhouse at Mandarin Oriental Hotel. I was early to lay in ambush outside the restaurant to spy on things. I purposely chose this restaurant as the surrounding outside is quite dark with the winding corridor and I could have a good view at the restaurant from a concealed spot outside.
6.45 pm.
Raymond reached. He was shown to the table I reserved for them under the name “The Special Club”. Good. Raymond was following instructions.
7.05 pm.
Still no sign of Jenny. Was my plan going to fail before it started?
From my view, I could see Raymond fidgeting at his seat and kept checking his mobile phone. Must be accessing the email to see if there was any new instructions for him.
7.10 pm.
The female lead reached.
Jenny looked fantastic. Dressed in a black tight mini-dress that hugged her curvaceous body, her black translucent stockings completed her sexy wear. Her long, wavy hair was dyed blonde. She was dressed to kill tonight. I felt a stir in my groin area. Raymond would be a lucky man tonight.
She hesitated a bit at the entrance, letting the waitress walked into the restaurant herself. She took a deep breath and followed in.
At the table, Raymond stood up anxiously to greet Jenny. In his haste, he knocked against the table and a glass fell over. There was a little commotion of the waiters drying the table and replacing the glasses.
Finally both of them got seated down awkwardly. I could see them looking through the menu for their orders, but both kept stealing glances at each other. Totally could understand their awkwardness. If I were them, I might not perform as well either.
In my instructions to them, I had specifically told them not to discuss anything about “The Special Club.” Anyone who was caught talking about that would be expelled from the club with immediate effect. I must ensure they did not talk about it. Too much detail might expose my plot. They were “supposed” to have nominated each other, remember?
As the dinner went on, it seemed they were getting more and more comfortable with each other. They were sharing some jokes and giggling. Looked like Raymond was a good player.
8 pm.
They paid the bill and walked out of the restaurant, with Raymond walking in front and Jenny a few steps behind. Both seemed nervous that they might bump into someone they knew.
Raymond went up the lift while Jenny walked out through the corridor to Marina Square direction. They must have agreed to go up to the room separately, just to be safe.
8.20 pm
Me in room 08-19. They in 08-18.
I brought out the “Wall Bug Listening Device” which I had bought for $180 from Sim Lim. I had thought of videoing the action next door, but it was too difficult to plant the spy camera into their room without leaving any trace behind. Recording their action would be the next best option.
I attached the listening device to the wall and strained my ears for any action next door.
“Mmmmmm” Jenny purred in her mouth as they were locked in a passionate kiss.
I could make out the sound of furious kissing and the shuffling of bodies. Their hands must be all over each other, while they were having frenching.
“Jenny you are so beautiful. Push your tongue into my mouth. Let me suck it.”
“Uh….ehhhh”
The slurping noise went on for a good 10 minutes.
“You smell so nice. I am going to lick your ears and neck and everywhere.”
“Uhhhh Raymond, you are making me feel so good.”
I could hear a loud sucking sound and muffled moans. Raymond must be sucking on Jenny’s sumptuous breasts.
The sucking sound stopped momentarily. Think it was the sound of clothes coming off.
“Ahhhh…..not there. Not there. Ummmmm…..uhhhhh….errrrmmmmm”
“You taste so sweet. Let me lick your nectar.”
“Oh Raymond. Your tongue is so skilful. Eat me.”
Raymond must be giving Jenny a good lick as the room was filled with Jenny moans and groans.
My cock was trying to push out from my jeans. I unzipped my jeans and pushed the whole pants down. I laid myself on the table next to the wall and began rubbing my hardened cock. Jenny’s moans was so sexy.
“Ahhhh Raymond…..mmmmm…..I can’t stand it anymore. I need your cock in me. I need you to shove your dick in me…….. I am going to ride you hard.”
The moment the dick shoved inside her hot pussy, Jenny let out an uncontrollable groan in satisfaction.
“Ohhhhmmmmmm you are so big.”
“Jenny, your hole is so hot….so wet…..so juicy…..so warm. I have been dreaming of fucking this hole ever since I met you at last year D&D.”
“Oh fuck….shove it deeper…..harder….you are so big. Is this better than your dream? Do you imagine how sexy my pussy is? Is the feeling now better than what you have imagined?”
“Yes Jenny, yes Jenny. You are so beautiful. This is better than any sex I have experienced before. I am going to fuck you hard tonight with my 8-inch cock.”
“Yes, shove it all into me. Oh fuck…..uhhhhh ohhhhhh……I want your cock. It is so much bigger than George.”
“Haha my cock is huge. I can satisfy you all night.”
“Mmmmm oh yes. That’s what I have been needing. Fuck me. Your cock feels so big in me. So fucking hard and big. Mmmmmmso fucking gooooddddd!”
The two bodies banging into each other and their incessant moaning filled the air. The bed began to squeak lewdly and the headboard was slamming furiously against the wall, matching the intensity of their fucking.
Harder and harder, faster and faster.
“ahhhhhh….arrrgggghhhh” Both of them gave out one loud groan together. They must have climaxed together.
My cock also spurted out its jism together with them. I had been tugging in tandem with them and imagining my hand to be Jenny’s pussy. But I knew the feeling would be much better than my cold hand. Lucky bastards George and Raymond.
I heard the noise quietening down and followed by water splashing. They must be washing themselves.
Checked my watch. 9.35 pm. They had been at it for close to an hour.
I walked over to my bed and closed my eyes to have a quick rest.
*****
Shit. I must have fallen asleep.
12.20 am. I slept for almost 2.5 hrs. The earlier exhaustion made me so tired.
I quickly went to the listening device to check out the action next door.
“Ohhhhh fuck ….you are so goooooddd……yes fuck me fuck me!”
Jenny was groaning and moaning loudly. They were at it again.
“Jenny, I am cumming soon. “
“Pull it out. You are not wearing condom this time.”
“Ahhh Jenny, please. I can’t hold it anymore. I want to cum into you.”
“No no take it out Raymond.”
“Ahhhhhhhhh…….”
“What are you doing Raymond?”
A deep, erotic groan from Raymond signalled that he had cummed. He had cummed into Jenny’s raw pussy.
“I am sorry Jenny.”
“What’s done cannot be undone. Treat this as my last treat to you. I think this is the last sex we can get away with tonight. It’s late. Need to head home.”
“Well, as long as this is not the last time in future, I will let you go.”
“Haha, you mean you still have any strength left? You have fucked me twice, shot into my unprotected pussy once, and I have sucked and swallowed your cum once. You are insatiable.”
“Do you know how sexy you are? I can do you all night.”
Damn I missed so much action.
That was their last action for the night. They washed up and went home.
As for me, I also made my own way home. But Jenny’s moans and her sexy body kept filling my mind.
I had originally intended to send the recording to George as revenge. However I decided against that now.
Who cares about what revenge? I had more important and better things to do now.
*****
Time: Sunday
Venue: Home
Sunday was the only day of the week when me and my wife would sleep in, till we woke up naturally, without alarm clock, without any sort of morning call.
Especially this Sunday morning. I was exhausted last night.
We slept at almost 3 am last night. I reached home past midnight, grabbed a pack of supper for my wife along my way home. After we had supper, I grabbed Claire to bed and fucked her silly. Obviously recalling and visualising the images of Raymond and Jenny.
You have fucked me twice, shot into my unprotected pussy once, and I have sucked and swallowed your cum once. You are insatiable
Do you know how sexy you are? I can do you all night
The last conversation I heard between Raymond and Jenny kept replaying in my head.
I fucked Claire twice, shot into her raw once, and made her sucked and swallowed my cum once.
11.50 am
"Dear you awake? It's almost 12. I am hungry. Let's go for lunch ya?"
I was awaken from my sweet dreams by a little nudge on my arm. Opened my eyes and saw my lovely Claire looking at me with her doe-eyes. My wife was a real beauty.
"Sure dear. You wash up first. I will follow shortly."
Claire got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.
Her silky, pink pyjamas dress clung into her slender body like a glove. Her sexy perky butt swaying as she walked.
I had enjoyed that young body last night, but 99% of the time, I did not see that body as Claire's. In my mind was all Jenny's. That's possibly why we had one of our most enjoyable sex in quite a while. That feeling of excitement was like when I took Claire's body for the very first time. Now I yearned for Jenny's body.
12.45 pm
We were at AMK Hub for lunch. At Ichiban Sushi.
There were some maternity or parenting classes on the level 4 of AMK Hub on weekends, so there were usually a lot of pregnant women or young mothers with their toddlers at the area. Everytime I saw a married couple or a young mother with her kids, I would steal an extra glance at them.
My mind would be thinking whether they would succumb to extra-marital temptations if the opportunity presented itself, and of course, the person to have that affair with them would be me.
I had tested the theory on Raymond and Jenny. Two very attractive married personnel. 100% success rate. Won't that apply to most people then? That thought made me re-look at all married personnel with tainted glass.
At this moment, a very pretty young mother walked into the restaurant with a baby in a pram. She was wearing a spaghetti strap blouse with denim shorts. Very sexy. I would love to rip that shorts off, bend her over and stick my cock up her wet pussy. How she would be moaning and groaning for more.
"Dear what are you thinking about? You look so distracted since last night. You ok?"
My wife woke me up from my day-dreaming.
After our lunch, we went to catch a movie.
5.45 pm
We reached my father's HDB flat at Ang Mo Kio.
My father, Frankie. Aged 53 yrs old. Still working as a taxi-driver to pass his free time and earn his own keep. My mother had passed away 3 years ago. My father refused to move in with me or my brother as he did not want to disturb us.
Hence, every Sunday, both myself and my brother would go back for dinner with my father to keep him company.
"Pa, we are here."
"Come, come on in. Make yourself comfortable. Dinner would be ready in about 15 min. Jason and Phoebe would be here soon as well." He was calling out from the kitchen.
6.05 pm
"Eh Kor, hi Claire, we are here."
That's my brother Jason and his wife.
Jason, aged 27. Signed on Army since he graduated from Ngee Ann Poly. Captain in some Armour unit now.
Phoebe, aged 21. Working as a fashion design trainee.
They just gotten married last year.
Phoebe lookalike
Phoebe was wearing a white top draped over a red spaghetti blouse, with a blue jeans. Her dressing was usually unique because of her profession.
Very petite and pretty girl. Oval-shaped face, fair skin, quite short at 1.58. Slim and petite. Her hair was usually shoulder length but today her hair was waist-length. Must be some hair extension.
I usually never took a second look at her. But today was a bit different.
Why?
Because she was a married woman. And a very pretty one.
*******************************************************
Time: Sunday night
Venue: Home
11.25 pm
I was sitting alone in my study.
Told Claire I needed to prepare for a meeting for the next day. She went ahead to bed first.
I was deep in thoughts. How should I proceed next with "The Special Club"?
It started with a silly plot by George to trick me, and I reciprocated the same ploy on his wife, Jenny, simply as a form of revenge. I had gotten the evidence of George's wife adultery and could use that to "attack" George. However, that thought no longer excited me.
Who cared about that stupid revenge plot now? What good would it make to break up George's family? He wasn't exactly that bad to me after all. I mean, I had not come to any harm. It would be too evil of me to destroy his family.
I had a better plan now. Won't it be even better if I get to enjoy Jenny's sexy body, to have her in bed?
And the wonderful potential of "The Special Club"?
Where I could possibly have every married women I craved for...... Michelle, my pretty subordinate..... that would be amazing. Even Phoebe, my fashionable petite sister-in-law. That thought caused a gush of blood to my groin. I felt warmth. It sure felt good.
My next steps must be carefully planned.
If I were to use the audio recording to "blackmail" Jenny, it might just backfire on me and land me in hot soup with the law if things went wrong. Crossed that out.
If I were to use the same trick on Michelle or Phoebe, what if they turned up and found out to be me, and turned their back on it, won't that spoil my relationship with them and hurt my own reputation? Crossed this out.
If I were to organise an outing session for "The Special Club" now, and only myself, Raymond and Jenny turned up, won't it expose myself to them that I was the man behind the whole club? Too risky. Do-able but we needed more members before we could organise something for the members.
Yes, what we needed to do now was for the Special Club to recruit more members. I would only show my face when we had more serious members and I could then take my time and my pick among them. Good. This was what I would do. Let the club grew its members base first.
Since Raymond and Jenny were already in it, I shall continue with them to grow the base. That's the easiest method.
I opened my email for The Special Club and wrote to Raymond and Jenny.
"Thank you for going through the session last night. You are now officially a member of The Special Club.
I am sure you have enjoyed yourself greatly.
Now it is your rewards time. You have earned yourself the right to nominate a person of your choice to join the club. We will do all the liaison for you and if the person decides to join, we will arrange for a dinner and room session like what you have been through.
Please send your reply to us by Wednesday 12 noon with the following information: (i) Name of person (ii) Home or Office Address or any place where we can send the invitation card to that person
Do note that the person must be a married personnel"
*****
Time: Wednesday
Venue: Office
10.25 am
Been clicking on the refresh button to check for new incoming emails since morning but nothing received.
12 noon was the deadline for Raymond and Jenny to send in their nominations. As the time drew nearer, I was getting more and more anxious. I would not want the fun to end here. If they did not send in their nominations, I would have to start from scratch again; worse still, I might not have another chance to get Jenny.
I would love to enjoy Jenny, that sexy vixen. Please let the mail come in.
11.40 am
Damn. Only 20 min left.
Raymond was deep in thoughts the whole morning at his workstation. Was that a sign of his internal struggle whether to continue with the Special Club? Even if Jenny pulled out, I was hoping at least Raymond could continue. At least that meant I could continue to use him to test on other girls. Please, I did not want to start from scratch again.
The fun had only just begun. Don't let it ends before my turn please. That possibility made me dread myself for not taking Raymond's place for the rendezvous with Jenny. What if Jenny decided that one time was enough and I would not get to do it with her?
Suddenly, Raymond stood up from his seat, glanced at my direction from his workstation at the far corner of the office.
Did he discover that I was the mastermind behind The Special Club?
Shit, I just recalled that Raymond was an expert with computers and IT. Did he manage to trace the IP address of the email to me?
Raymond was walking over towards my direction.
Don't panic first. He might be walking over to Michelle, whom was his direct superior.
As he walked closer, my heart began to pound faster.
He walked past Michelle's desk. Towards my room. My heart was in my throat now.
I scrambled to close the browser of the email. Shit. I should clear history.
He was just 5 steps to my door.
I opened the browser again. It was loading slowly.
"Knock knock"
"Come in"
"Boss, can I speak to you for a minute on something personal?"
"Sure, take a seat"
The clearing browser history circle finally stopped revolving. I heaved a sigh of relief in my heart silently. But my guilty anxiety hadn't ended yet.
"Boss, I heard you stayed at the OPQ Condo. You know, I have been doing a lot of house-hunting recently. Me and my wife are quite interested in your condo area. Do you think it's convenient for us to drop by for a look around your house? Want to check out the facilities and internal layout."
"Sure, small thing. When?"
"Possibly this Sat. Can you give me your address first? We have some floor plans in mind for your area. Want to check if your unit is among those that we are interested in first. If not, won't need to trouble you."
"Sure, sure" I scribbled my address and passed to Raymond.
"Thanks Boss!"
As Raymond walked out of my room, my heart also followed his movement, down from my throat, back to its original position.
I was like a little kid who stole sweets from the provision shopkeeper, and had to act innocent and cool in front of him.
I was still in my daze when my phone rang. It's Raymond on the other line.
"Hi Boss, no need to trouble you. My wife has managed to find another friend who stays in your condo, and their unit is closer to what we are looking for. So thanks for your help."
"No problem, I didn't do much at all."
12.03 pm
The deadline had passed. Raymond went out for lunch with some of the other guys.
I opened my browser again to log onto the email for the Special Club.
Bingo!
Two emails.
1st one - Jenny. Sent 11.48 am
2nd one - Raymond. Sent 11.57 am.
Haha I just knew it.
Who could resist doing this again after having such great pleasure the first time round? Furthermore they got to choose their desired person this time round. That's almost like a fantasy coming true.
I opened her email.
OMG!
A surprise. Sorry that's an understatement. A freaking huge surprise.
Name: Wilson
Address: [My office address]
Jenny had nominated me! How could that happen? We only met once before, that's like one year ago at the Company D&D.
Jenny dreamt of me fucking her. That's like a fantasy coming true!
My cock immediately sprung to attention.
Wonder who did Raymond choose. It would be perfect if his choice was his superior, Michelle. That would allow Michelle to join the Club. It would then be a matter of time before I could get to savour that young body.
That thought pushed my already fully-erected cock hard against my pants till it started to feel pain in its constraint.
I opened his email.
OMG!
A shock. Sorry that's an understatement. A freaking huge shock.
Name: Claire
Address: [My home address]
Raymond had nominated my wife! How could that happen? They only met once before, that's like one year ago at the Company D&D.
Raymond dreamt of fucking my lovely wife, Claire.
And he had just gotten the address from me 15 min ago.
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Time: Wednesday
Venue: Office
12.15 pm
Claire and I had been married for 4 years and were very happy together. Sure, our sex life had dwindled somewhat, gotten a bit monotonous over time, but who wouldn't? I was sure every couple would become like that after 4 years together. But I loved her very much and I knew she loved me as much too.
Think of this, Claire was such a good and demure wife, always the forever understanding, accommodating, obedient and dutiful wife. Never one to complain about anything, not even the least bit.
She was a role model teacher as well. On her mind was to always be the best example for her students. When we went out together, we could not have too much “Public Display of Affection” other than just the simple holding hands. She was always worried about her students bumping into us and setting a wrong example to them.
If there were an award for the best wife in the world, I would give it to her.
Hence I was confident that Claire would not fall for this.
But what if…… what if she did agree to this. How would I feel?
I mean, it’s one thing for me to want to do it with Jenny, and another thing to agree to Claire doing it with Raymond. That’s man. Selfish bastard.
But again, I was the one controlling this whole game. Might as well take this chance to test Claire. I held the power to call the whole thing off until the last minute. Set, I would continue with the game and test Claire. I was sure she would pass the test well.
Raymond, that horny bastard. Never expected him to choose Claire. He had probably been aching to get into my wife’s pants since he met her over a year ago. Wonder how many times he had fantasized and pcc to my wife.
I suddenly realised I was spotting a hardon. Not exactly sure the hardon was due to Jenny choosing me, or because I knew Raymond was lusting after my wife.
7.35 pm
“Dear, I am home from work.”
Claire was cooking dinner in the kitchen. “Hi dear, go have a bath first. Dinner would be ready in about 15 minutes.”
“Ok sure. Oh ya, I got the letters on my way up. Some for you. I leave them here for you ya.”
I left the letters on the dining table and went to bathroom. Amongst them was one in a green envelope.
*****
Time: Wednesday night
Venue: Home
7.55 pm
I came out from my bath.
“Dear, dinner is ready. Come, let’s eat. You must be hungry.”
Dinner had been laid. 3 vege 1 soup. Claire was a very good cook.
I took my seat at the dining table.
Claire was just opening and reading through her letters. At this moment, she opened the green envelope and was reading it.
“Unusual colour for an envelope. No stamp. Who is it from?” I pretended to ask her.
“Dear why did you find this letter? It’s such a weird letter. See this.”
Claire passed the letter to me. I pretended to read it.
“I found this in the letterbox. Have no idea too.”
“Must be some stupid prank. Just throw it away.”
Claire said that nonchalantly and went back to her dinner.
I was so pleased with myself. My wife was such a nice girl.
9.15 pm
In my study. Told Claire I needed to clear some work.
I was just writing an email from “The Special Club” to Jenny, informing her that her nominee had agreed to join the club. Would inform her on the arrangement for the dinner and session in due course.
It was a god-send opportunity for me to fuck Jenny, thus I was anxious to ensure there would not be any possibility of Jenny dropping out.
I became so aroused just writing that email. I must release my heat. Quickly shut down my laptop and went to look for Claire.
Claire would usually be in the living room at this hour, watching the Channel 8 drama serial, but tonight, she was not there.
I walked to our bedroom. I thought I heard something, so I paused at the door and listened. Very faint, it sounded a groan. Shit, Claire must be sick and in pain.
I pushed the door open.
Claire was lying in bed with her right hand between her legs, her index and middle fingers pressing into her clit through her white panty. Her left hand was grabbing her left breast through her white tube nightie. The look on her face was of total embarrassment.
“Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to scare you. I heard a groan, I thought you are unwell.”
“No no dear. Sorry I am just feeling a bit frisky, but you seem busy, so I didn't want to disturb you., so…...I …..you know….” Claire’s cheeks were blushing in bright red.
I was actually very aroused by the sight, and I didn't even know how these words blurted out from my mouth “Dear, why don’t you continue whatever you were doing.”
Claire stared at me with her innocent eyes, disbelieving what she had just heard.
“Continue dear. I have never seen you doing this. You look sexy. Close your eyes and do it again. Ignore me.”
Claire gave me a shy grin and closed her eyes. She leaned back onto her pillow again.
She lie on the bed with her legs slightly parted. Could see the glistening wetness of her white panty. She placed her two fingers on her mound and rubbed gently. Her fingers moved in a circular path around her pussy.
The circular motion started to get smaller and smaller until the fingers were closing onto her now dripping slit. She was now tracing her fingers up and down her slit through her panty, with each up and down motion pushing a bit and a bit more of her panty into her slit.
Her legs were spread wide open now, bending at the knees with her feet placed onto the mattress. While her fingers were pressing downwards into her slit, her legs were pushing upwards to lift her butt slightly off the bed, seemingly upwards to meet her fingers downward thrusting.
Her left hand was kneading her left breast, sometimes squeezing it into an awkward mound of flesh. Her white tube nightie was pulled down so that she could massage her naked breast and nipple. Her pinkish raisin was my favourite. I loved to suck on that. Her nipples were her sensitive spots. Never failed to send arousal through her whole body whenever I sucked on them.
Claire was totally in her own world now.
Her two fingers were almost inserted fully into her pussy now, pushing almost the whole of her panty in as well. Whatever that was left of the panty outside her love hole, they were completely soaked with her love juices.
Her mouth gave out an involuntary moan. She was trying to muffle her moan, possibly still conscious of my presence.
I walked to the side of her bed. My feet stepped onto a piece of paper under the bed. I squatted partially to look at that piece of paper. My heart stopped a beat.
It was the same piece of paper that I had printed out earlier in the day, brought home to Claire in a green envelope, and crushed it into a dump at the dustbin in our dining area.
I could still recognize it easily even if it was now crumpled. Claire had retrieved it from the dustbin and was reading it in bed just now.
That sent a new wave of arousal down my groin.
I put my face close to Claire’s and whispered softly into her ear, “Who is fucking you now?”
Claire half-opened her eyes to look at me, her fingers never pausing its relentless frigging.
“Claire, I want to fuck you. I am not your husband but I have always dreamt of fucking you. Do you want me to stuff my big cock into you? Have your hole ever been filled by a cock other than your husband’s?”
I was not sure what had come over me, but I was sure getting aroused by the idea that Claire was fantasizing about having another man fucking her.
I could see she was getting more excited as her hips was arched upwards in its highest position with her fingering of her hole increasing in intensity. I could see the strained look on her face as she was getting close to climax.
Her mouth let out another moan. This time, she completely let go and a series of moans and grunts filled the air.
The whole room was now full of Claire’s moans and the air smelled of her wonderful pussy. I knew Claire was getting close. She was now slamming her two fingers in and out of her love hole, with juices coating her hand. Her body was starting to shudder and squirm.
I could not hold back anymore.
I pulled her fingers out and replaced them with my fully erected cock.
She let out a pure moan of fulfillment. A cock would still be fuller than fingers no matter what.
“Claire, I saw you at the dinner function. I know you are married but I can’t stop thinking about you. I dreamt of you every night, wanting to insert this monster into your angel hole. Do you want this man other than your husband to make love to you?”
I couldn't stop my dirty talking to her; I was imagining myself to be Raymond.
“I …. I ….can’t….” Claire groaned in her half-opened eyes, staring at me. But I knew I was another man in her eyes at this moment.
“So you want me to stop?” I pretended to pause my thrusting.
“No....ah.... no.....ahhhh , don’t stop. Fuck me. Use me like you have always dreamt of……”
With her consent, I regained my thrusting. This time, even faster, even harder.
"Claire, let this monster cock fill you. Is my cock bigger than your husband's?"
Her body exploded. Hot juices came gushing around my cock.
I felt so warm. I cummed, shooting my hot jism to mix with her hot juices.
Never had we had such a powerful orgasm before.
*****
Time: Wednesday night
Venue: Bedroom
10.10 pm
I was pretending to be reading a book in bed, tucked comfortably in my blanket and sitting up against the headboard by using the pillow and bolster as cushion. My body smelled nice from the bath I just had. Claire was still in the bathroom.
Claire was still in the same white nightie when she came out of her bath, drying her wet hair with a big white towel. That’s a beautiful sight. Claire looked so white, so pure. Her complexion was flawless white.
She sat down next to me on the bed and said, “Dear are you unhappy?”
I turned to look at my dearest wife. Had been thinking about this scenario for the last 15 minutes but when she actually asked the question, I didn’t know how to respond. It’s crucial how this conversation developed that would shape the things to come.
Slowly, I put my book on the side table and looked at Claire.
“Dear, I am not exactly unhappy but I am having mixed feelings now. It never occurred to me that you might be thinking of another man, even if they are just thoughts and fantasy.”
Claire stopped her drying of the hair and looked at me, “But it’s you who ask me to pretend you were another man.”
“Dear I saw the letter under the bed. You were really thinking about this, that’s why you started touching yourself, thinking about another man. So please don’t push the blame to me. You are fantasizing about other man.”
It seemed like I hit the nail on the head. Within seconds, Claire’s eyes reddened and she broke down sobbing.
“I am sorry dear. I really didn’t know what overcome me. I feel so ashamed of myself. I feel I am…..just …. like a slut…. I am sorry… I don’t know how to face you anymore….”
It hurt me to see my lovely wife breaking down like this. I was the bastard to put her through this.
I moved over to her side and hug her in my embrace. “Shhhh shhh dear, don’t cry. It’s ok. Everyone has fantasies. I also have fantasies, we are all human.”
Claire looked up at me in her innocent eye and spoke in her quivering, sobbing voice “Really? You are not angry with me?”
My heart softened at the sight, “I am not angry. I am also to blame. I also fell for the same fantasy, didn’t I? So who am I to blame you?”
Claire’s sobbing started to stop and she showed a mischievous glean in her eyes, “Dear, are you excited about other men lusting after your pretty wife? I thought I am no longer attractive in your eyes anymore.”
“How could that be? You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me.” I purposely skipped answering her first question as I didn’t know how to answer that.
“Ya ya that’s what men always said. I have seen how you looked at other pretty girls. Before marriage, you only have eyes for me. After marriage, I know you look at other girls too.”
“Where got?” I was really thinking so when I replied that.
“Got. I have seen the way you looked at Phoebe. And you always become more uptight in her presence. That’s a sure sign of you being attracted to her. I know you well enough, so don’t try denying.”
I was like being caught red handed. I better switched the topic fast.
“Hahaha ok I admit. Phoebe is really pretty. So who are you fantasizing just now?”
“What? No lah, no one in particular. I am just curious about the letter, so I took it from the dustbin to read again. Suddenly it just seems so arousing that there is someone out there who might be thinking about me, you know, and then things just happen.”
“So you want to join the club?” I was seriously unsure of my motivation behind this question. I had become unsure myself whether I wanted Claire to continue with the club. It started as a test but now it seemed arousing to me, especially after our exciting orgasm just now. Just imagine me fucking Jenny while Raymond was doing the same to Claire next door at the same time. That thought itself sent a gush of blood to my little brother.
“I don’t know. Maybe I will just go for the dinner date to see who that person is. I really don’t know. Do you want me to?”
“Ok maybe you just go for the dinner. I am curious to find out who that person is too. Then just make things clear and go away. That will end this curiosity as well. I mean, it’s quite worrying that there might be some sex-crazed man out there who might want to hurt you.”
“Ok I think that would be a good way to end this too. You can protect me in the dark as well in case it’s some sex maniac.”
I was getting aroused again at the thought of Claire turning up for the dinner with Raymond.
I looked into Claire’s eyes and kissed her on the lips.
Our tongues soon locked with each other and our hands roamed over each other.
We were soon fucking each other. Claire closed her eyes while we were fucking. I knew she was imagining it was another man fucking her. I didn’t care because I was imagining I was that other man fucking her hot pussy.
I could not imagine how good Raymond would feel when he shoved his dick into this wet, tight hole of my wife. Used to be 100% my property, but I was not so sure going forward.
*****
Time: Friday
Venue: Office
Tonight was the night.
The night that Claire was supposed to meet up with Raymond. I had arranged for the date between Claire and Raymond first, before my date with Jenny the next evening. I surmised that I had better settled Claire's case first before mine.
Me and Claire had discussed about this and she was too curious about this whole thing. We decided she would go for the date but with me around in the dark to protect her.
5.40 pm
I called Claire to confirm on the plan.
"Dear, you home from school?"
"Yep."
"You really want to go for the date tonight?"
"Yes dear. I thought we decided on that."
"We have decided on that. But we haven't really discussed how far you would go with the date. Remember that part 1 is the dinner, and part 2 is the hotel room."
There was a radio silence on the other end.
"How far would you let me?"
Her response stung me.
I mean, I thought I can handle this. I was the one who thought up this whole plan. I mean, I didn't plan for it to happen to my wife. But since it happened, I was the one, who in a way, allowed it to continue, firstly with the fantasy while she touched herself, and secondly with a good fuck with both of us imagining it was another guy doing Claire.
I didn't know how to answer her. Especially with the knowledge that I was going to betray her by going for my own date with Jenny the next day.
Before I could reply, Claire's voice came over the other side.
"Don't be silly dear. I am just joking with you. I know when to stop. You can trust me. At most it would be just some harmless flirting ok? I won't proceed to part 2."
6.15 pm
As the time drew nearer, I was starting to regret what I had done.
What if Claire found out that I was behind the whole Special Club thingy?
What if Claire decided to go with Raymond to the hotel room? Were I supposed to jump out from nowhere and stopped them?
I was a stupid asshole, I created this whole mess for myself.
I had been observing Raymond the whole day. Ever since he was informed of Claire's acceptance of the date, he had been grinning to himself from ear to ear.
This bastard. Must be having all kinds of lewd thoughts about Claire, who happened to be the wife of his boss. He must be feeling lucky enough to get Jenny, the wife of his other superior in office, and now had the chance to get Claire, the wife of his direct boss.
I recalled Claire telling me at the Company D&D what a gentleman Raymond was and how good looking he was. She had a very good impression of him then, although that was the first and only time she had seen him.
Same thing for Raymond, I remembered overhearing some pantry talk between him and some other guys in the office, gossiping how hot the wives of their two VPs were, referring to Jenny and Claire.
The more I thought about it, the more upset I became with myself. Raymond must have been aching to get into her pants for the longest time ever, and now he had gotten the chance, would I be able to accept it if Claire allowed him to fuck her?
6.45 pm
Raymond left the office. The dinner was supposed to be at 7.30 pm at a celebrity chef restaurant at MBS.
I left for the designated place shortly after him.
7.30 pm
Claire met Raymond at the reserved table as planned.
She first appeared shocked, knowing the identity of the person who nominated her to be a colleague of her husband.
After a while, from the distance I was spying on them, I could tell that Claire was getting more and more comfortable with Raymond.
Claire knew I was spying on them at a distance. Initially she would steal glances at my direction to see if I was there. After a while, she seemed oblivious to my presence.
On and off, they were sharing private jokes, with Raymond leaning towards her to whisper into her ears, with Claire giggling like a little girl in love. She was enjoying his attention more than I had expected. Raymond was indeed a lady-killer like what the office gossip had been doing its rounds.
I was getting more and more worried. Would Claire fall for it?
8.15 pm
15 min more to go before they were supposed to proceed to the next event at the hotel room.
My stomach had to fail me at such a critical juncture. I had to run to the loo to do some big business. And the nearest gents was at quite a distance away.
I still had 15 min. Should be ample time.
I flew to the nearest gents. Under maintenance. God, why did such things always happen when we need them the most?
No choice, I had to make a big detour to go up to the next floor.
Finally did my business and rushed back to my position at the fastest pace possible, even though my legs were getting jelly from the loo run.
8.26 pm
Did it in 11 min. Should be good enough for a Guinness Book of record.
As I settled down at my original hideout, I got a shock.
Claire and Raymond were gone!
Shit, was I away that long? It was only slightly more than 10 min and they were gone.
Did Claire decide to proceed with part 2 while I was away?
I immediately ran up to the hotel. Checked with the counter whether the guests for the reserved room had checked in.
Negative.
Where would they be?
I dialled my wife's mobile, "The number you just dialled is currently unavailable"
What was happening to Claire?
*****
Time: Friday night
Venue: MBS
8.45 pm
I had lost sight of Claire and Raymond for almost 30 min.
Like a headless chicken, I was just running around aimlessly in search for Claire. All kinds of thoughts were racing through my head.
Would Claire be unfaithful to me?
How would I feel if Raymond fucked Claire?
What should I do even if I found them?
I must be the biggest idiot in the world to even let things proceed to this stage. What the heck was I thinking of?
I must keep calm. Think. Think. Think. I must remain my composure to think. I had achieved everything I had because of my brains. I could not lose it now.
Yes, Raymond drove. The carpark.
Ran to the nearest lift. Basement 2, 3 or 4.
Wilson, you must use your analytical mind to think now. Stay calm.
Today was Friday. Raymond came around 7 pm. By that time, the carpark should be quite full due to the gambling crowd.
I had parked at basement 4. He should be the same.
What car was Raymond driving? Use your brain to recall. Should be a black Honda City.
8.52 pm
Spotted Raymond's car. No Raymond. No Claire.
All around me were cars. Full carpark. Not a single soul. I was going crazy.
Just at the moment my heart begun to sink, I had a strong gut feeling.
There was a green lighted exit sign at the far corner. It was one of those emergency exit staircase. No one ever used that because it was out of the way, non air-conditioned and stuffy.
Somehow I just walked towards it.
As I slowly approached the stairs, I heard voices. Very faint, but I was sure I heard Claire.
I crept towards the staircase and peeped through the small glass panel on the door. I saw Raymond and Claire's legs. They were standing on the staircase landing half a level up. I hid myself at an angle, concealed from their sight.
"Raymond, I enjoyed the dinner with you but I can't do this. You know I am your boss's wife."
"But look, Claire. You took up the Special Club invitation. That means you wanted to do this."
"No, don't get me wrong. I accepted the invitation out of curiosity. Nothing else."
"Come on Claire, don't tell me you don't feel anything for me. I am not asking you to leave Wilson or anything. We are just having a little fling. Just let go of yourself for a moment and enjoy yourself. Wilson won't know. No one would know. It's only between you and me."
"No, I really ...."
At this moment, Raymond pulled Claire towards him and kissed her forcefully.
Claire tried to resist him by pushing him away, but Raymond was too strong for her. His two arms wrapped around her body and pulled her up close.
Raymond was forcing his mouth over Claire's, but she remained tight-lipped, not allowing him any gap in.
After 10-15 seconds, Claire let go of her mouth to catch a breath and Raymond shoved his tongue into her mouth.
His right hand moved in front and touched Claire's left breast through her dress.
That was when Claire seemed to be lowering her resistance. Her eyes became half-closed and her mouth opened slightly more.
Should I rush in now to save my wife? Somehow I remained rooted. I didn't even understand why.
Raymond's right hand was massaging Claire's breast more roughly and her spaghetti strap fell off her shoulder, showing her matching purple bra.
Claire was wearing a purple spaghetti dress, with frills at the bottom at her mid thigh level. I had always liked her wearing this dress because she looked very sexy yet elegant in it. Her hair was bundled up at the back with fringes in front set apart through the middle. Claire was beautiful.
"Ok enough"
Claire regained her consciousness and pushed Raymond away.
"I am going back. I can't do anything wrong to Wilson."
Raymond was not willing to let go of her so easily.
As Claire tried to turn and walked down the stairs, Raymond grabbed her arm and pulled her close again.
This time, Claire didn't offer much resistance. They were locked in a passionate kiss.
"Raymond.....just.....kiss....only......ok" Claire managed to voice out these few words through their locked lips.
"Ok" Raymond replied non-nonchalantly.
They were kissing each other more furiously now, shoving each other's tongue into each other's mouth and exchanging lots of saliva with each other.
Raymond's right hand moved down to Claire's dress hemline, pulled it up slightly and got his hand under her dress. His whole palm was rubbing the front of her black panties.
"No....no...no .....just kiss....only"
Although those words came out from Claire's mouth, her actions betrayed her. She actually spread her legs to allow Raymond's hand to get to her crotch area.
"Uhhhhh....ermmmmm......urrrmmmmm...."
Claire was starting to pant more heavily and giving out soft moans. Raymond's hand must be feeling good on her crotch area.
That same hand moved further north, reached the top of her panties, slit the fingers in and pulled down her panties to her thigh level. His fingers were now in naked contact with Claire's naked pussy.
Claire let out an uncontrollable moan when he inserted two of his fingers into her.
Raymond was now finger-fucking her roughly now. Claire was squirming in ecstasy. I knew Claire won't be able to withstand this for long.
Raymond broke himself from the kiss, used his other free hand to pull down her bra together with her front part of the dress, exposing her right breast. He cupped his mouth over the naked breast and sucked on her nipple. His sucking was done expertly, in a measured strength and used his tongue to flick her nipple, sometimes circling around it, teasing her and next moment, gobbled at it.
Claire had very sensitive nipple and his expert sucking was sending waves of sensation throughout her whole body.
My wife was now half nude, with an exposed breast being sucked on, and her panties pulled down to her thigh, and finger-fucked by a man in public. And she was moaning in sexual delight.
I knew Claire was going to explode in a matter of time.
However Raymond had other idea. He stopped his finger movement, and moved that hand away, trying to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
His 8-inch dick came into view and Claire let out a gasp at the sight of it.
He tried to position his dick at her pussy entrance but Claire won't have any of that. She closed her legs instantly and pushed Raymond away.
"Raymond, stop this. I can't do this. I am married. I won't betray Wilson. If you don't stop, I am going to shout rape!"
This time, Raymond was taken aback by Claire's firmness.
"But....but ...Claire....I need to release this....if not I am going to die. Can you help me pls?"
Claire paused for a few moments, looking down at the erected cock, in deep thoughts.
"You promised not to force me to do anything which I don't want to, ok?"
Raymond was looking confused and deprived now, nodding his head like a little kid.
I was also confused by the turn of events. What was going to happen next?
What happened next totally took me by surprise.
Claire reached out her hand and wrapped her hand around his large tool. Her cold touch made Raymond moaned.
Claire lowered herself down in a kneeling position and gave a gentle lick on the cock head with her tongue.
"Oh god, that feels good" Raymond moaned out in pure delight.
Claire opened her mouth and took in the whole 8-inch into her mouth.
"Oh fuck, your mouth feels heavenly....Claire....thank you....suck...."
Claire started her sucking action, with both her cheeks sucked in by the side.
Raymond began his pumping action, in and out of her mouth. Starting slowly, and getting faster and faster. Claire reciprocated by sucking it even harder. Some saliva drooled out from the corner of her lips.
Very soon, Raymond was groaning in ecstasy. He was grabbing the back of her head and pumping his cock roughly in that little mouth. Her mouth was now being used as a fuck-hole for his selfish pleasure.
Claire was gagging on his huge tool but Raymond could not care less, shoving in and out of her mouth in double-quick time.
In front kneeling was the wife of his boss, his masturbation tool for so many nights ever since he first met her at the Company D&D. His cock was nestled warmly in that pretty mouth. Her eyes, her nose, her face. Pure beauty. And he was fucking her mouth. Real mouth. Not just in his wet dreams and masturbate fantasy. A real, warm mouth that was sucking on his cock. It felt so warm, so real, so good.
That mouth. Which was just eating dinner with him an hour ago and talking to him throughout the night. He had kissed that mouth and sucked on that tongue. But to shove his own dick inside that mouth was another story altogether. It felt too good. Fucking good. He would have wished to fuck that mouth forever.
All of a sudden, Raymond stopped his pumping action. Both his hands grabbed the back of Claire's head tightly and pushed her towards him, with his cock fully shoved into her mouth, almost reaching her throat, and froze in that position.
His body shuddered.
Claire's eyes were wide open in shock but she could not do much other than to let the explosion flow down her throat.
Raymond had cummed in her mouth, and Claire had swallowed every single drop of his hot jism.
After he finished unloading, he let go of his hands and his cock fell out of her mouth.
Claire tried to spit out but most of it had already flown down her throat.
Raymond took a few steps back and sat down on the floor, exhausted and contented.
Claire pulled up her panties, adjusted back her bra and tidied her dress quickly, and turned to leave without saying a single word.
Raymond was too tired to react and just sat there.
I quickly moved myself out of my position and ran away from sight. I could not let Claire knew I saw everything, yet I did nothing to stop them.
*****
Time: Friday night
Venue: In my car at MBS carpark
9.23 pm
My mind was in a total wreck.
I had just witnessed Claire kissing Raymond, being groped and giving him a blowjob. Although somewhat reluctantly, she did allow that to happen.
Did that qualify as a betrayal by my dearest wife? She did come to her senses at the most critical juncture.
Was that considered faithful or unfaithful then?
I was just sitting in my car myself, stunned, not knowing what to do next or where to go next.
*Phone ringing* The name "Dear" was flashing on my mobile. I stared at the screen for a good 10 sec before I answered.
"Dear, where are you dear? I am done with the dinner. Are you still around?"
"I am in my car, level B4. Lot G86."
"Wait for me there dear. I will be there in a min."
Even in the dimly lit carpark, I could see her face flushed. Her hair looked dishevelled, with strays of hair strewn across her forehead and cheeks. Her head was dropped, staring blankly at the carpark cement floor as she walked towards my car.
She looked shagged. Not sure why, my heart did go out for her.
Claire was the woman I loved most in my life and that will always be so, forever, no matter what happened. Yes, that was the promise I made to her when I married this beautiful girl, my dream girl.
This was the person I loved most. This was the person I would trust my life with. This was the person I wanted to grow old and die with.
I came out from my car and reached out for her.
"Dear you ok? You looked tired."
Claire smiled at me feebly, "Thanks Dear"
Without any warning, Claire hugged me. I returned her hug.
No reason, no why. The two of us just hugged each other tightly in the middle of the carpark, oblivious to the world around us, as if the world belonged to only the two of us.
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The car journey home was in silence, other than the radio airing some songs and DJ banter.
All the while, Claire was looking out her window, deep in thoughts.
A familiar song came through the radio.
"From this Moment" by Shania Twain. Our wedding song.
From the reflection in the window, I could vaguely see tears welling in her eyes.
*****
Time: Friday night
Venue: Home bedroom
10.15 pm
Both of us bathed and tucked nicely in bed.
There was an unspoken, unbroken silence through the night, from the moment Claire stepped into my car.
I was the one to break the ice.
"Dear, is there something you want to tell me?"
Claire was a bit stunned by my question, before answering softly, "No dear"
"Dear it is obvious something is wrong. And something must have happened during the hour or so when I could not find you after I went to the gents."
Claire retreated into herself again. Self-guilt seemed to be slowly surfacing in her and she broke down into little sobs when the emotions seemed to overwhelm her.
"Shhhh shhhh shhhh dear. Don't cry. Talk to me. I am your hubby. You can tell me what happened. I promise to forgive you no matter what happened. I love you."
"Huuuuhhh urrrrrhhhhh dear I love you too. I am sorry I am sorry. hhummppppp errrhhhh I don't know what came over me too. I am really sorry."
"Did something happened between you and Raymond?"
I already knew the answer but I just wanted to hear from Claire. If she was honest about it, that would mean she really regretted her actions.
She tried to calm herself down by pulling a few pieces of tissue from the box and drying her tears and sneezing out her nose.
"You know, I enjoyed the dinner with him. He was a good talker, kept on complimenting me all night, cracking jokes and making me feel comfortable. I was getting real comfortable with him, not sure if it was the wine or because of his charm, but I must admit I have that feeling of falling in love again."
"That's the reason why you proceeded to the hotel with him while I was away?"
"No no no dear. We didn't proceed to part 2. I told him upfront I was not there for that. I went for the dinner because of curiosity, that's all. And he understood. He even shared his dilemma when he got the invitation himself the first time."
"Then what happened?"
"After the dinner, he suggested sending me home. I thought he was just being gentleman, and I could not let him know you are spying us on the sly. So I agree to that. Anyway, I thought you are around so it should be ok. It's only when we left the restaurant that I realise you were not around. But I thought it was just a lift home so I just went on with it."
"But when we got to the carpark, he pulled me into one of the staircase landing and said he would just wished for a little kiss from me to complete this very special date for him. I thought it was just a kiss and I was actually feeling a bit high from the alcohol and attention, so I went ahead."
I just sat in silence, nodding my head and listening to Claire continuing her account.
"So we kissed and he started to touch me. I tried to stop him but he was quite persistent."
"Where did he touch you?"
"Must you force me to say?"
"What do you think?"
"Ok ok ok. He touched my breast, and also fingered me. I really wanted to stop him but I was overcome by the sensation he was doing to my body. I know it's my fault, I know I shouldn't let him do that to me. But I just lost myself."
"After that?"
"He started to get more and more outrageous and he sucked on my breast too. I was getting very aroused from his sucking and fingering. That's when he took his cock out and tried to put it into me. But I stopped him."
"You sure?"
Yes yes yes. I came to my senses and I stopped him. You know I love you and I would never do this to you. So I pushed him away and ran away from him."
"Did you lie to me on that? Is that all that has happened?"
Claire showed a tinge of guilt on her face, and after a little pause, "Yes, that's what had happened. I am so ashamed of myself. I could have stopped him much earlier but I let him touch him and he almost fuck me. I am so sorry. Would you forgive me?"
Claire was looking at me earnestly with her innocent eyes. She was not being 100% truthful. She didn't touch on the part where she gave him a blowjob and she swallowed all his cum.
I guessed, in a way, she was trying to protect me as well as our marriage.
I leaned towards her and gave her a strong embrace.
"Dear I promise to forgive you no matter what you do and I will keep that promise."
Claire looked into my eyes lovingly and said, "Really? You don't blame me? I love you so much dear."
Our eyes locked onto each other, followed by our lips.
We kissed. We had a slow, long kiss. Not wild, not furious, but slow and passionate.
I laid her down on the bed.
I unzipped the back of her black lingerie, revealing her in a sexy, black bra. Her lingerie soon came off, followed by her bra and her lacy panties. She was soon in her glorious birthday suit.
I was stroking her hair and she put her hands around my neck. We kissed again, this time more passionate, more vigorous.
My hands started caressing her breasts. She moaned softly. Claire had sensitive nipples. I licked on her breasts and nipples, eliciting soft moans and groans from her.
I kissed her all over her body, slowly moving down south, reaching her wet pussy and giving it a good lick. I darted my tongue in and out swiftly in her clit, making her wetter than ever. She was quivering and her juices came flowing out, with me licking everything that flow out.
I moved my tongue away and moved north this time round, her thigh, her tummy, her breast, her neck and all the way to her ears. I was nibbling on her ear lobes and she was squealing on fire.
Claire moved down herself and engulfed my cock in her mouth. It felt so warm and moist in her mouth. She began sucking on it.
I began to thrust softly in and out of her mouth. I knew Claire did not like it rough when she was blowing me.
That's when those unwanted visions came flooding back into my mind.
It was very graphic. Claire on her knees, sucking on the full length of his engorged cock while he stared down at her face and pushed her head onto his cock. She was soon deep-throating his massive cock, and he was thrusting in and out of her little mouth with wild abandonment.
Another vision was of Raymond grabbing her head against her will and forcing his enlarged cock into her mouth, pushing the side walls of her mouth to the max, forming mounds on her cheeks with his cock. In and out, in and out, her saliva drooling out from the corner of her lips. His cock going all the way to the back of her throat, causing her to gag and cough, but he refused to let his cock out of her sexy mouth at any point in time.
The last vision was of Raymond face-fucking Claire, with a tensed-up facial expression, followed by a huge explosion, cumming and depositing all his load down her throat, with her gagging and gasping for air.
Those images were powerful.
I pulled myself from Claire, turned her over and rammed my hard rod into her pussy from behind. I fucked her with wild and violent thrusts. After a good 30 thrusts, her body started to tense up. I knew she was going to cum.
I started to go faster, hearing her moan every time I went in and a gasp for air every time I came out, forming a symphony of "arrrrhhhhh, uhhhh, ahhhhhh, uuhhhh, arrggggghhh, uhhhhh" in the air.
Claire's orgasm was intense, her whole body quivering and shivering, her love juices gushing around my cock in my inward motion, and flowing out in my outward movements, flowing down her thigh and wetting the bed sheet. She must have felt good with the release after the pent-up tension for the whole night.
I grabbed her up and positioned her against the side table. I continued rocking back and forth into her extremely wet pussy. Claire tilted her back and moaned incessantly.
My both hands were kneading her breasts, recalling how Raymond had laid his hands on those same breasts just a couple of hours ago. He must be hoping to shove his dick into this pussy. Unfortunately for him, this belonged to me, exclusively.
He had face-fucked my wife, had groped her breasts and fingered her pussy, but he would never knew how good it felt to have his cock engulfed by the warm walls of Claire's pussy.
I continued to fuck her doggie-style for about 15 minutes, during which Claire had two more orgasms. Finally my own dam was building up and reaching its peak.
I was enjoying this too much. Claire hot cum drooled onto my balls, making my excitement even greater. I couldn't take it anymore.
My balls tensed up and I shot a hot load of cum into her pulsating pussy. This triggered the fourth orgasm for Claire. Both our hot jism mixing and gushing into each other, overflowing down our legs, forming a wet mess.
We were both panting and sweating. My cock was still buried in her and twitching. Her vagina muscle was still squeezing and milking the last drop from my rod.
We held each other in our arms and collapsed onto our bed, completely exhausted.
*****
Time: Friday night
Venue: Bed
11.50 pm
Claire was sound asleep by my side, cuddled in a spoon, tucked nicely under the blanket. She must be exhausted from today's events.
I was admiring my lovely wife. She was such a beautiful girl and loved me so much. I loved her so much too.
In my heart, I felt a sense of guilt towards her.
I was the one who thought of "The Special Club".
I was the one who allowed Raymond to nominate her.
I was the one to pass her the invitation.
I was the one who planned the dinner date.
I was the one who allowed her to go for the date.
I was actually the one to put Claire into such a vulnerable position.
Fortunately Claire did manage to pull the stop, but she did almost go out of the way.
My heart could feel the pain. I should not blame Claire. I should not blame Raymond. If I were him, I would do the same. Who could resist such temptation?
The Special Club should not be allowed to exist anymore. It was too evil. I could no longer live with my conscience to continue with this anymore.
I took my mobile phone and on the web browser. Logged onto the email for the Special Club.
I wrote an email to Raymond, informing him that the Special Club had been abolished.
I wrote the same to Jenny but hesitated to click on the "send" button. Tomorrow evening would be my dinner date with Jenny. I could be having the time of my life with the sexy Jenny in bed.
I took a look at my wife. Claire was the most important woman in my life. I must treasure her.
I did the unimaginable by sending the email out.
With that, I ended the Special Club. I also gave up the chance to fuck Jenny, the sexy wife of George.
Stupid. Possibly.
Conscience. Yes, I could now sleep soundly and with a peace of mind, beside my lovely wife, Claire.
Sweet dreams.
*****
Time: Friday evening
Venue: Claire’s school vicinity
----- Fast forward 2 months -----
Two months had passed since the Special Club had closed down and life went back to normal.
The same corporate game and the same high-flying lifestyle that I was used to.
My relationship with Claire got even stronger after the incident; in fact, our sex life had improved as well. Claire was no longer the conservative, boring partner in the bedroom anymore; she was now more willing to try new things like role-playing and wearing sex lingerie and stuff.
So I was a happy man. I was happy because I made the right decision to abolish the Special Club and focused my love on Claire solely.
Today was a special day. It’s our 5th year wedding anniversary.
We had made plans to go for a weekend getaway at Bali to celebrate the occasion. Our gift exchange and stuff were only supposed to be done the next day as we felt that the mood and ambience would be much better at the holiday resort. Hence we were supposed to work hard and clear our work so that we could enjoy ourselves over the weekend.
3.25 pm
Of course, that was what we had planned. I had my own plans too.
I took the afternoon off, bought a bouquet of her favourite tulip and waited for her outside her school, planning to give her a surprise.
I purposely parked my car a distance away from the main gate. Claire did not like me fetching her in my BMW Z4 in front of her students as she deemed that too flashy. I knew she would be walking along this direction towards the MRT station and she would be able to catch me along the way.
3.30 pm
*ring ring ring*
Students started strolling out from the main gate. I saw Claire coming out as well.
Strangely, she walked in the opposite direction, away from where I was.
I wanted to shout out to her but I was too far away.
My mind was full of question mark when I saw her getting onto a Lexus in the distance. The car looked very familiar but I could not recall where I had seen it before.
*****
Time: Friday evening
Venue: Claire’s school vicinity
3.35 pm
I followed the Lexus from behind, making sure I stayed a distance away to keep myself out of their sight.
The Lexus went up onto TPE within a couple of minutes, and exited at the Punggol exit. We had a number of friends staying in the Seng Kang / Punggol area as those were the newest estates. Could it be Claire was visiting one of our friends after work?
3.48 pm
I followed the car past the housing area into a small road. Not very familiar with this area. Saw a road sign along the way. To Punggol Marina.
As this was a single lane road, I could not follow too closely as that would be too obvious. Was keeping a distance about 150 m away, so I could only make out the small shape of the car in front.
The road was a bit winding and I lost them after a while. Reached the end of the road and I was at the Punggol jetty point. Very desolated area. Only two guys at the area with their fishing rods. A van was parked by the side. Must be theirs. The Lexus was nowhere to be seen.
I parked my BMW and got out of the car. Went up to the guys to ask them if they saw a Lexus came in. Negative.
I recalled there were a couple of turn-ins into small mud path just before I reached here. Those paths were quite near to where I was at, so I explored around the area on foot.
Following a windy path, with bushes and trees decorating both sides, I seemed to be on a nature excursion. The hot weather was beating down onto me.
4.05 pm
Just as I was about to give up under the humid weather, I spotted the Lexus. It was parked in front besides a small building which looked like water pump structure or something. The small building provided a good shade to the car. There were no people around. Who would be at such a place anyway? And any car driving in along the path would definitely alert the people in the car.
A thousand questions were running through my mind now. What on earth was Claire doing here?
I crept nearer towards the car and climbed up a little slope, nestling myself on a big rock behind a tree. On higher ground. Got a good view from my position into the car, from the back windscreen.
I could see my wife talking to someone in the car at the back seats. Both of them were at the back seats. Could not see clearly who the man was. They seemed to be in deep discussion.
All of a sudden, the guy moved towards Claire and kissed her. Claire seemed to be trying to push him away but to no avail. The guy continued kissing her and placed one of his hands around her shoulder, forcing her to stay in position.
Claire was wearing a black leather blouse and a black frill skirt.
His other hand seemed to moving around something in front of Claire. Not difficult to guess what he was doing. His hand must be playing with her breasts through her leather blouse. After a while, his hand seemed to move southwards. His hands should be up her skirt now.
I could not describe how I was feeling right now. My lovely wife got onto this car willingly and came to this isolated place with this man. Right in front of me, they were kissing and feeling each other. Although she seemed a bit unwilling, she did get onto the car on her own accord. Anger and feelings of betrayal were building up within me.
Suddenly, the guy used the hand that was placed around her shoulder to push her head down, disappearing from my view. I could only see the guy’s head now, which seemed to be resting back against the car seat higher than before and tilted backwards. From the movement of his shoulders, I could tell that he was using his hands to push something up and down at his groin area.
I knew I shouldn’t be feeling this way but my cock was starting to stir in my pants. I was having a reaction to my wife giving a blowjob to the guy in the car.
Claire’s head appeared in the windscreen again. The man was trying to unbutton her blouse. Her creamy back with only the black bra strap came into view. He seemed to be pushing the front of her bra down and licking her breasts. Claire seemed to enjoy his attack on her breasts as her head was swaying from side to side, and her shoulders were quivering in spasms.
This time, it was the guy’s turn to disappear from sight. Claire’s head was similar to the guy just now, tilted slightly backwards, leaning against the car seat. He must be eating her.
After a good 10 minutes, Claire’s body was trembling. She was having a climax. She must have cummed in his mouth, with him lapping up all her love juices. The guy’s head re-appeared. He seemed to be trying to push Claire to lie flat on the back seat but could see that Claire was resisting with all her might.
It seemed that the guy gave up on whatever he was trying to do. Instead he tried to push her head down to his lap again. Once again, Claire’s head disappeared towards his lap. Must be sucking his cock again.
The movements in the car seemed to be more violent and vigorous than the previous round. He was probably shoving his cock in and out of her mouth violently, using her petite mouth as a wanking tool. Claire had never liked giving blowjob, and this was the second time I saw her giving a blowjob to another man.
After almost 15 minutes, the guy’s head suddenly fell backwards against the seat and could see him arching his back upwards and his body shook.
Claire’s head appeared in sight again and her hand was covering her mouth, as if something was dripping off her mouth.
Had he shot his load into her mouth? Did she swallow all his hot cum?
My cock was totally hardened by now. I knew I needed to be shot in the head. Actually gotten aroused by my wife being face-fucked by another guy.
The car door opened and out stepped the guy. I knew the man.
George. He had a satisfied smile on his face.
*****
Time: Friday night
Venue: Home
7.45 pm
My mind was in a whirlwind after witnessing my wife’s infidelity. Totally shattered.
For the past 3 hours, I was just driving aimlessly around in my car. I didn't know what to do and where to go.
Why did Claire do this to me? She knew George was my nemesis in the office, yet she had given him a blowjob in his car on our wedding anniversary.
So what should I do now? Confront Claire? After that? Divorce? Forgive her? I really didn't know what to do. I could overlook the incident with Raymond, but this time with George, it hurt me too much, too deep.
I didn't know how I managed to reach home. My subconscious mind brought me back.
Claire was home. Her shoes were at the shoes rack. There was an extra pair of shoes at our doorsteps. High-heels. Not Claire’s. Not sure who it belonged to.
I opened the door. Claire’s sister, Carol was sitting on the sofa.
Carol was Claire’s elder sis, aged 28. Their sisterly relationship was a very close and strong one, especially before their respective marriages. They used to share every little thing in their lives, including the most secret of secrets. In fact, even after marriage, they would still call each other on the phone almost every other day and update each other about everything, anything in their lives.
Basically there were no secrets between the two sisters. I had always been amazed of how close they were.
Carol-lookalilke
Carol was a very beautiful girl. Her face might not be as sweet and pretty as Claire but her body was one that every man would die for. My guess was a 34D-28-33. Hourglass.
Had not seen her for quite a while so was a bit taken aback to see her at my house now.
“Hi Carol, why are you here?”
“Waiting for Claire to pack her stuff” Carol replied in a very curt tone.
“Huh?” I was getting confused. “Packing her stuff for our Bali trip? You joining us?”
“No Wilson. Claire is not going for the Bali trip with you. She is going to stay with me for the time being.”
“What are you talking about? Where is Claire?”
I was getting very confused and was feeling a bit frustrated. Here I was, feeling hurt by my wife’s infidelity earlier on, and now her sis was here talking to me as if I was a criminal and my wife was packing her stuff to leave home. What was the world coming to?
I walked to our room and saw Claire packing her clothes into a luggage bag. Her eyes were red and swollen.
“Claire, what’s happening?”
“Nothing, you ask yourself”
“What?”
“Ask yourself what you have done.”
Carol walked toward us and said, “Wilson, I didn’t know you are such a creep. How could you betray my sister? I am bringing Claire with me. You are not going to hurt her again.”
My blood was starting to boil. It was Claire who did me wrong and now she turned around and accused me.
“What are both of you talking about? What is it about me betraying Claire? It was Claire who betrayed me. Don’t think I didn’t know about you and George.”
Claire looked up at me, her eyes first in shock and slowly turning into grief. Her tears rolled down.
Carol was getting pissed as well, “Wilson what are you talking about? What’s up with Claire and George? Who is George anyway? It’s you who did Claire wrong. Don’t try to shift blame.”
Claire totally broke down and cried, “Carol, stop asking.”
My anger got to the better of me and I just blurted it out, “You ask Claire. Did she just give George a blowjob at his car just now?”
“Wait wait wait, what are you talking about? Claire, what’s happening? Isn’t it about the affair that Wilson has with that lady, Jenny or something?”
Jenny? I was getting perturbed. What was Jenny doing in the picture?
I was getting real pissed by now, “What the fuck are you talking about? I was not having any affair. It was Claire having an affair with George!”
Claire was in a total wreck now, crying profusely into her pillow and not answering me nor Carol.
Carol walked past me and pushed me out of the room, “You get out, let me talk to Claire.”
Carol closed the door on me.
8.15 pm
After what seemed like eternity, Carol finally opened the door and came out to sit with me at the sofa.
Carol laid down an envelope on the coffee-table in front of me.
“Take a look at this. George went to Claire with these and told her that he had evidence of your affair with his wife, Jenny. He threatened to pass the evidence to your company, to the media and to sue you for having an illicit affair with his wife. That would make you lose everything, your job, your reputation.”
I took the envelope and looked at the stuff inside.
A piece of paper showing my hotel booking and payment record at Mandarin Oriental Hotel. That was my hotel stay beside the room of Raymond and Jenny.
A photo showing me going into the hotel room 08-19. Date stamped and time stamped 8.15 pm.
A second photo showing Jenny going into hotel room. Her room was actually 08-18, but in the photo, the last number was blurred, giving people an impression of room 08-19. Date stamped and time stamped 8.20 pm.
A third photo showing Jenny leaving the room at 12.50 am.
A fourth photo showing me leaving at 1.05 am.
A fifth photo showing me at George’s and Jenny’s condo guardhouse. That was the day I sent the parcel with the Special Club invitation club to Jenny.
There were another 3 more photos. They showed a man and a woman having sex at the condo. The woman was clearly Jenny. The man’s face could not be seen clearly but the camera purposely focused onto the watch on the man’s wrist. The same Patek Philippe I was wearing. This watch cost $120K. Not everyone could wear this watch.
As I was going through the pics, Carol continued, “Claire tried to stop George from whatever he was trying to do with these evidence. In order to protect you, she gave in to George’s offer of giving him a blowjob. You betrayed Claire and she still did what she did to protect you.”
I stared at the photos and took a deep breath.
It was a setup. I had no idea how George had the photos of me and Jenny at the hotel and me at their condo guardhouse. But obviously he used all these and doctored the rest of the photos to make it as if it was me and Jenny having an affair.
My lovely Claire gave the bastard a blowjob because she wanted to protect me. And she did that thinking I had done her wrong by having an affair with Jenny.
My heart was totally pierced now. Why didn’t I have more faith in Claire? I could have confronted them and stopped the bastard’s evil plot. I just stood there and spied on them and being angry with my wife.
I hated the image that was in my head right now. Claire’s hand covering her mouth which was full of George’s cum.
I had the best wife in the world and it was me who subjected her to such a vulnerable position.
I felt like dying. My heart was bleeding. For Claire.
*****
Time: Sunday evening
Venue: Restaurant
Claire has gone to stay at Carol’s place for the time being. Guess that’s the best arrangement for now as she would need some time to get over the ordeal.
For me, there is only one thing in my mind now: to get to the bottom of things and to take revenge.
I am meeting Mark, my buddy during my National Service days. He was my best comrade for the 2.5 years in army. You won’t believe it, he was my BMT buddy, we went to OCS together in the same platoon and after passing out, we were posted to the same unit. I was the DYS3 (Operations Officer) while he was the DYS2 (Intelligence Officer). That’s how close we were. That’s how we became the best friends. He was also the best man at my wedding with Claire.
Mark is still single. He does not even have a steady girlfriend as he is that type who hates to be tied down.
Why am I suddenly talking about Mark? He runs a private investigation agency. I have told Mark about the whole situation as he is one of my closest friends that I can really trust.
I am meeting him at the restaurant.
8.15 pm
“Hey buddy sorry I am late.”
“Hi Mark, no worries. Am glad you are helping me. It’s almost mission impossible. You found something in just 2 days?”
“Don’t say that buddy. You helped me a lot in the past, now is finally my turn to return the favour.” I have given Mark with some financial assistance when his private investigation agency ran into cashflow problems within the first 2 years of setting up.
“Ok look I have discovered some really interesting stuff.”
I finally understand the whole situation now. George has been suspicious of his wife Jenny, for a while, suspecting that she is seeing someone behind his back. That’s a usual concern when your wife is much younger than you and so attractive. He has hired a private investigator to check on her and taking tabs on her daily movements and activities. That’s why my photo at their condo, the photo showing Jenny and Raymond at the hotel, my photo at the hotel were all taken.
It seems that George has also confronted Raymond about the affair and Raymond has confessed everything, including the Special Club and his mini-rendezvous with Claire at the MBS carpark stairway.
George must have pieced everything together, and deduced I was the mastermind behind the whole thing. With Raymond’s account about Claire, George must have plotted he could use those photos to threaten Claire.
“Hey buddy, what’s your plan? Looks like you have met a tricky rival.”
Yes, I have indeed met my nemesis. Not just in work. Now in our personal life as well. I have caused his wife to cuckold him while he has tricked my wife into giving him a blowjob.
How can I get back at George?
Fucking Jenny is going to cause minimal damage to him. He has discovered her infidelity with Raymond.
I need to plot my revenge well. There is also the issue with Raymond. He has indirectly caused the hurt to Claire as well.
8.40 pm
“Buddy, buddy. Small world. Control your movement slowly. Look to your 5 o’clock. That’s Elaine, Raymond’s wife.”
Indeed that’s such a small world. I have never met Raymond’s wife before. Mark has done his job well. He has checked out on George and Raymond and their family.
I slowly turn my head in a nonchalant manner, raising my hand at the same time, as if I am trying to call for the waiter.
Whatever I see, stuns me. Elaine is a real beauty.
Long, brown-dyed hair flows down beyond her shoulder. Her large eyes brighten her almost angelic face, with the fairest and flawless complexion. Her smile can melt even the coldest heart. To top it off, she has a demonic figure with at least a C-cup. This is what you call “Angel Face, Demon Figure”.
Is this what one calls "love at first sight"?
Elaine-lookalike
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqZTC4w5Rdw
*****
Time: Sunday evening
Venue: Restaurant
“Buddy, what are you thinking about? Share share leh”
Mark nudges me off my thoughts.
“What revenge plan have you come up with? Just tell me if you need me to play any part.”
I am not even thinking of any plot; I am just taken aback by Elaine’s beauty.
“By the way, did you see the lady sitting opposite Elaine? She is also a very pretty lady. Wow two beauties together. Do you need me to tackle any of them?”
I take a quick glance at my 5 o’clock again to see who the other lady is.
Sometimes you just cannot afford not to believe in coincidences. It’s my brother’s wife, my sister-in-law, Phoebe.
“Mark, that’s my sister-in-law, Phoebe.”
“Oh buddy, you mean your brother, Jason? Wow you guys all are so fortunate. Claire is such a beauty; even your sister-in-law is so pretty. Real envious of you guys. So do you need my help to get close to Elaine or anything? I am quite good with girls, you know.”
“No thanks bro. I need you to help me with something. Help me check out this person and his family.”
I take out a pen from my pocket and write a name on his notebook. Stuart Andersen.
“This is my big boss. Ang Moh from the Sweden HQ. Has been in Singapore for the past 1 year. I know he stays at the Bayshore Condo. That’s all I know. Can you check out every info about him? His family, his hobbies, his schedule and everything. I need him in my revenge plan on George.”
“Ok consider it done.”
“And for now, I need you to make a quiet exit. I don’t want Phoebe and Elaine to see me with a private investigator. In case their imagination run wild or alert Raymond or even worse, George.”
“Ok ok got it buddy. You pick the tab then. Will contact you once I got the info on your big boss.”
Mark leaves the restaurant, leaving me by myself at the table.
I have not had a concrete plan yet, but my initial thought is to make use of my big boss to do George in. I want him to lose everything, his job, his future, his wife. How? Not sure yet, but I am sure I will figure it out.
“Is that you, Wilson?” Someone is calling me by my side.
I look up and see Phoebe and Elaine walking past me.
“Oh hi Phoebe. What are you doing here?”
“I was having dinner with my best friend, Elaine. Elaine, this is my brother-in-law, Wilson.”
I stand up and put out my hand to shake Elaine’s little hand. Her hand feels so small, so soft. Somehow the touch of her hand is sending waves of electric down my hand.
“Hi…hi…. Elaine, niceeee to ….meet ….you.” I am actually getting nervous in her presence.
“Hi Wilson, nice to meet you too.” Her gentle smile is sending glows of warmth onto my shivering face.
“You people are leaving? I am making my move too.” I take a glance at my Patek, it’s already 8.55 pm.
“Where are you going? It’s quite late. Do you need a lift or something?”
“Kor, Jason is coming to pick me up at the taxi stand. Elaine stays near your area. Do you mind helping me to send her back?”
I can sense Elaine hesitating and about to open her mouth to reject the offer, so I immediately volunteered my service, “Sure Phoebe. Come Elaine, it’s along the way. Not easy to get a cab on Sunday at this hour.”
That’s how we end up in my car; the first time I am alone with Elaine. Butterflies are having a field day in my stomach but I must keep my cool and make sure we do not have too much of awkward silences.
My worries are quite unfounded, as Elaine is a very chirpy and friendly girl. We are chatting almost about anything, from the time we part way with Phoebe at the restaurant, all the way to the carpark, and now in my car, Elaine always has something to chat with me. It feels like we have known each other for a long time……
“So you are best friends with Phoebe?”
“Yes, we knew each other since secondary school. We studied fashion design together at the poly too. Now we are doing our understudying at the same fashion label.”
“Wow looks like you two are always together. So you are also 21 yrs old like Phoebe. So young.”
“Yes, I am one of Phoebe’s bridesmaids when she got married to Jason. You are not that old. I have seen you at the wedding dinner. Not sure if you remember seeing me?”
I try to recall; I remember that Phoebe has a bunch of very pretty girls as her bridesmaids. Almost all the guys at the wedding dinner were ogling at the bridesmaids. I think I have some recall of Elaine; she is one of the prettiest amongst the bridesmaids. Oh yes, I can recall now. But she looks even prettier now, more womanly, and more feminine.
“Oh ya, I think I can recall now. Wow you can recognise me?”
“Of course. Do you know all the bridesmaids were talking about how suave and handsome Jason’s brother is at the wedding? But too bad, your wife is at the wedding too, so no one dare to approach you haha.”
“You sure? Are you one of those that think I am handsome too?”
For the first time, there is an awkward silence in my car. I glance quickly over to Elaine, while keeping my eyes on the road. Can see her blushing in the dim lights of the passing lamp posts.
“Hee I don’t know. All I know is most of my friends feel you look handsome, mature and manly. Even Phoebe thinks you are a very eligible man.”
I never for once, expect Phoebe to be talking about me with her friends. This is something new.
Somehow the journey just seems so short with Elaine in my car. We reach her home area without us knowing. I stop my car just below her block.
“Thanks Wilson for the ride. Oh by the way, your wife’s name is Claire, right? Help me say hello to her.”
“We had some misunderstandings and she is now staying at her sister’s place. I am alone now.” Technically I did not lie.
“Oh I am sorry to hear that. You alright?”
“Yes I am alright, but I can do with some company with a pretty girl like you sometimes if you don’t mind.” I am just trying to push my luck further.
There is a moment of hesitation on Elaine. “Pass me your phone.”
She presses a few numbers on my phone and presses the call button. “I just called myself using your phone. Now you got my number. You can message me when you need someone to talk to.”
With that, she alights my car and hops to the lift.
I drive off in my BMW. Within 5 minutes, I receive a message in my phone "Thanks for the nice chat. I enjoyed the evening with you. Good night sweet dreams. Elaine"
I am feeling sweetness in my mouth, in my eyes, in my heart. That's the feeling of falling in love.
Throughout our conversation, she has not mentioned anything about her being married nor being the wife of Raymond.
*****
Time: Tuesday evening
Venue: Home
9.30 pm
I am looking at the information that Mark has gathered for me. He is a real buddy. Pushed aside all his other work and get me my stuff in two days. I have just met him for dinner and obtained the stuff from him.
• Stuart Andersen
• 43 years old
• Swedish Nationality
• Posted to Singapore as Country Manager 10 months ago
• Came to Singapore alone without his family
• Estranged from his family and divorced from his wife 3 years ago because of repeated extra-marital affairs. In the divorce filing papers, he was found having affairs with a paid social escort, a neighbour and his secretary
• Stays in a condo provided by Company
• Hobbies: Tennis, Wine, Cars, Clubbing, Social networking
• Drives a Lamborghini
These expats sure know how to earn our money and enjoy their life. Although he is our boss, me and George actually work quite independently and only report to him for formality sake. Our relationship are never actually close, just normal. He usually spends his time out of office, not sure what he is busy with actually. But he is the boss, who can interfere?
*Ring ring* My mobile shows Mark calling.
“Hi Bro”
“Hey buddy, I found the additional info you wanted. Interestingly, all his targets for the affairs are Asians. The paid social escort is a young Chinese college student studying in Sweden, the neighbour is a 36-year old housewife from Japan married to a local Swedish guy, and his secretary is a Swedish-borne Chinese girl.”
“Perfect. Thanks Mark”
That’s very good info. Now I can be more confident of my plan. Single, lonely man at the right age with money and power. Special liking to Asian girls. Perfect candidate.
Paste the stamp onto the green envelope, addressed to Stuart Andersen.
I switch on my laptop for the other target. This one is easier. Won’t need the envelope. Email sent.
My favourite masterpiece, The Special Club, is back.
*****
Time: Tuesday evening
Venue: Bedroom
11.15 pm
A bit tired from all the thinking and plotting to get back at George. At least set my revenge plan in motion now.
I am getting ready to sleep. Nothing much to do when you are alone in the house. Miss my lovely wife. Claire is still at Carol's place. I promise not to disturb her for the time being. But I am starting to feel lonely without her.
I am about to off the TV when my handphone beeps. A message.
"Hi sorry to disturb you so late. Just wondering what are you doing?"
The message sends a flutter to my heart. It's from Elaine. It's a big surprise. We have no contact since we part ways on Sunday night.
"Just watching TV. How about you?"
"Same thing. Which channel you watching?"
"Channel U news. You?"
"Same here. Actually I need a favour from you, not sure if you can help. I need a model for my company's fashion show this coming Saturday. I think you fit the bill perfectly."
"Model? You sure? I don't know how to catwalk."
"No need catwalk. For the fashion show to be closer to the audience, we are all using normal people as the models. Just want someone to wear our showpieces on stage. Very simple. I think you have the perfect build for one of my design, so would like to get your help."
"Hmmmm sure thing."
"Set! Just be at MBS at 4.30 pm this Sat. Would need you till 9 pm. Thanks and good night!"
"Night"
I must not read too much into this. Raymond might be there as well. I am just one of the many models. Phoebe is most probably there as well. Phoebe might even get Jason to be one of the models.
11.30 pm
I off the TV to sleep. Even though I am convincing myself not to read too much into it, my heart is pounding a beat or two faster than normal.
The image of Elaine keeps flashing in my mind...... Her radiant smile, her alluring eyes, her sweet voice, her scented perfume smell, her fair flawless complexion, her long-flowing hair, her smooth soft hands, her sexy figure.....
I can't sleep with her images all over my mind.
I take up my handphone from the side table.
On my facebook. I go to my friends' page and search. Not sure if he is my friend.
Bingo! Found Raymond.
Go into Raymond page and go straight for his photos.
Bingo! Found a number of Elaine's picture.
There is one particular pic showing off her voluptuous, creamy cleavage.
Enlarge the photo on my mobile zooming into her face and cleavage. Pull down my shorts and wank off to the photo.
Elaine, you are so beautiful. I want to fuck you. I want to shove my cock into that mouth of yours.
In less than 3 minutes, I reach my climax.
I have done something unthinkable. I shoot my jism onto my mobile phone screen, onto Elaine's face, all over her smiling face, with her mouth slightly open, and all over her creamy half-buns.
*****
Time: Friday morning
Venue: Office
The green envelope has been posted out on Wednesday. It would have reached the letterbox on Thursday.
The only problem is how to ensure the letterbox has been opened. I mean, how can I assume he will open his letterbox on a daily basis?
In order to make sure Stuart opened his letterbox yesterday, I purposely took this month’s utilities bill and went to him during lunchtime yesterday.
“Hey boss, can check with you something personal? Have you received this month’s utilities bill?”
“Errr….no. I usually open my letterbox during the weekends.”
“Oh need a favour from you. You are one of those few I know who is staying in a condo in the east like myself. There is a GST-saver package in this month’s bill. Want to know how much the rebate is. There is some dispute on the amount at my condo area.”
Yes, I know it is a totally lame excuse, but as long as I can get Stuart to open his letterbox, who cares? Indeed the call with him this morning has confirmed that he has opened his letterbox, which means he would have seen the green envelope.
11.50 am
*New email*
From Stuart. Good. He has opted to join the Special Club.
How about Jenny? She is an existing member. I can’t get her to restart all over again.
I have sent her an email on Tuesday night. Also used a software to sms her to check her email for the Special Club Invitation. Have to use the software to conceal the identity of the sms sender, and would need the sms to get her to check her emailJenny_funlover82@gmail.com, which I know is specially created for the Special Club.
This is the email sent:
“Hi Jenny,
Welcome back to the Special Club.
I am sorry the second mission for you was aborted previously. That’s because your husband has engaged a Private Investigator to check on you. I am sure you would have known that your first mission has been uncovered by your husband.
As such, we have to abolish your second mission in order to protect the Special Club as well as the identity of your partner for the second mission.
Good news is that we have taken care of the Private Investigator engaged by your husband and it is now 100% safe for you to take on the mission again. You don't have to worry how we did it but the fact that we know about this would have convinced you that we have our way.
Further good news is that you can proceed with the mission again with your intended target, Wilson.
Would just need a confirmation from you that you would like to continue with the mission.”
I have received a positive reply from Jenny within an hour of that email sent.
Step One of my plan – cleared.
Now for Step Two.
By the way, why am I so confident that Jenny can proceed with the mission without any worry about George anymore?
Coincidence of Coincidences - The private investigator engaged by George is actually under Mark's agency. Yes, the same Mark, my best buddy.
The best thing is, George doesn't know it and is still using his agency. And Mark has taken over the case personally.
*****
Time: Friday afternoon
Venue: Office
1.35 pm
Everyone is back from lunch and resumes their afternoon work.
I pick up my phone and call Mr Jackson, one of the top 50 richest men in Singapore.
Mr Jackson is a personal friend of Stuart and has decided to go with our bank to manage his $200 Mil funds because of Stuart’s relationship and of course, our bank’s repute. The only question now is whether to let my unit or George’s unit to manage the funds. Stuart is placing a lot of emphasis on this account; whoever can win the account and manage it well will be given huge credits in his career.
Both our teams have made our presentation and proposal to Mr Jackson and of course, each one of us have entertained and tried to get into his good books on a number of occasions; we are just waiting for his final decision. Gut feel is he is leaning towards my team.
“Hi Mr Jackson, it’s Wilson.”
“Hey Wilson. I am still pondering about….”
“No worries Mr Jackson. I am not calling to rush you for the decision. In fact, I just need to give you an update. This morning, because of the Fed chief’s comments and new direction, the financial markets might be in for an upheaval. I am not going to bore you with the details, but with the new info, I must confess you to that George’s team might have a stronger strategy than my team.”
“Huh? This is a surprise, Wilson. You are actually speaking up for your rival?”
“Haha no sir. We are not rivals, we are in the same bank and we are both under Stuart. Our job is to ensure we can perform a good job for your account, which is in the interest for you, for our bank and for our unit under Stuart. If George’s strategy can work better for your objectives, I must be gracious to advise the best for you too.”
“That’s nice, Wilson.”
“But just a note on that, you know I am the best in the market when it comes to forex and interest rates products but George is the man for the commodities. In his strategy, the position on the coal and gold prices is critical. I think it’s best you get him to explain that part in greater details to you. I have received some news that there is something huge that might come out early next week at the South America side so you might want to talk to George soonest possible. I want to make sure you get the best too.”
“Hmmm ok, I have some time now. I will call George now. Thanks Wilson. You are a good team mate.”
Off the phone with Mr Jackson.
Within 1 minute, the phone next door rings. The next moment, a grinning George is assembling his team to go out.
2.05 pm
“Hi Felicia, can you come to my room for a moment?” Felicia is George’s Personal Assistant.
*Knock knock*
“Hi Felicia, this is a highly confidential document relating to Mr Jackson’s account. I want you to pass to your boss. Don’t leave this lying around in the in-tray. Lock it up in his drawer and let him know when he is back. Very important. Oh and these empty envelopes as well. Put them together inside the same drawer.”
“Ok noted, Wilson. What are these envelopes for? Such an interesting colour, green.”
I just look at her and give her a smile.
*****
Time: Friday afternoon
Venue: Office
2.15 pm
“Hi Mr Jackson, it’s me Wilson again. I know you are going to meet George soon. I have actually prepared a strategy that can complement George’s strategy very well. But in his haste to meet you, I didn’t manage to have the chance to brief him on that. Furthermore, the strategy is focused more on the exotic IRP futures which George might not have the full experience with. However, knowing my relationship with George, it might not be easy for him to adopt my suggestion. Hence I thought it might be good if you want to get Stuart down as well, so that he can bring my proposal along for your consideration to supplement George’s, and if the suggestions come from Stuart, instead of me, might be better.”
“Sounds like a good suggestion. Simple I will just give Stuart a buzz now.”
Within 5 minutes, a smiling Stuart comes to my room.
“Wow Wilson, you really surprise me. Jackson has spoken to me and I appreciate your gracious intentions. Where is the proposal you mention?”
“Oh boss, that’s what I should do for the bank. The proposal is locked up inside George’s drawer. I had wanted to pass to him but on second thoughts, I thought it might be better for you to be the one that bring down to them now. You know, my relationship with George has never been fantastic.”
“Yea I know, I understand, no worries.”
“By the way, I think it’s best you get Felicia to open the door and get the document from George’s room yourself. I don’t want the rest of the company to see me and you talking here and asking Felicia to retrieve stuff from George’s room and bring it here. You know, this kind of full glass walls and open concepts can work both ways.”
“Ha I know what you mean. Thanks Wilson. I won’t forget your contributions if we do well for this huge account.”
Stuart goes into George’s room together with Felicia.
Felicia opens the drawer and takes out the proposal. Before she closes the drawer, Stuart stops her.
He looks into the drawer, takes up the envelopes and examines it. His facial expression tells me that there is a big question mark in his mind. He puts back the envelopes, takes the proposal from Felicia and leaves.
Can tell from his departing back view that he is unconsciously shaking his head. His mind is getting confused.
I call Felicia on the phone.
“Sorry Felicia, you can pass me back the envelopes. That’s not for George. I got it confused.”
*****
Time: Friday afternoon
Venue: Office
4.30 pm
Email from Jenny.
“Ok I will be there at 8 pm sharp.”
4.45 pm
Email from Stuart.
“Ok set 8.15 pm at the restaurant.”
The reply is from his smartphone. They should be on their way back.
4.55 pm
A beaming Stuart, George and his team comes through the door.
As expected, they have gotten the contract signed and George’s team is all cheering and exchanging high fives. My team is looking on with disappointed looks.
Michelle comes through my door, “Boss, you okay?”
“Don’t worry Mich. We win some, we lose some.”
Feels a flutter in my heart with Michelle’s concern. Ever since my feelings have been stirred by the Secret Club, I start to look at Michelle in a different light and my feelings for her have never been the same.
As Stuart walks past my room, he gives me a thumb up sign. Can see his happiness, though I am not sure it’s from the Jackson’s deal or tonight’s date for the Special Club.
5 pm
I call Mark.
“Bro, proceed as plan.”
5.05 pm
George is on the phone.
Can see his smirk and happy expression replaced by a look of anguish.
*****
Time: Friday night
Venue: Restaurant
7.50 pm
Jenny reaches the restaurant. She is ever so beautiful and sexy. My cock immediately stirs at the thought of my bounty at the end of tonight. I am finally going to have her.
“Oh hi. I am Wilson. I am here for the date. Are you here for the date as well?” (I must act surprised; I am supposed to be the invitee)
“Yes I am. I am Jenny.” She is blushing furiously. The sight of a blushing Jenny is making my cock saluting at 12 o’clock.
“You look familiar. Did we meet somewhere before?”
“It’s ok if you can’t recall. That’s not important. Most important thing is what we are here for tonight, right?” Jenny is trying to act coy with me. Well, it does not make sense for her to let me know she is the wife of my colleague haha.
“Ok, shall we order our food first?”
Just as we are browsing the menu, my phone beeps. Message from Mark “He is downstairs”
This Stuart must be so anxious. He is supposed to reach 8.15 pm. It’s only 7.55 pm now.
“Sorry Jenny, I need to go to the washroom for a moment.”
I excuse myself and go towards the lift.
7.57 pm
*Tink* the lift reaches the 6th storey; out step Stuart.
He is totally surprised to see me, “Oh hi hi. Wilson. Such a coincidence.”
“No boss. I am waiting here for you.”
“Whhhaaa…ttt ….do you….mean?”
“Don’t worry boss. I know you are here by an invitation by the Special Club. I was in the same shoes. I am here to save you.”
Stuart is completely shocked and puzzled by now.
“Come, boss. Let me show you. Take a quick glance at the table you are supposed to meet and let’s go. Don’t go in.”
We go past the restaurant and I bring him to the café on the second floor. The place is packed. I walk towards a table at the far corner. The guy sitting at that seat so happens to stand up and go to the counter to settle his bill.
Me and Stuart take the seat. This seat is strategic as it is at the corner, more concealed from the others. More importantly, from the seat, we can actually look down at the ground floor at the main entrance to the building. Everyone, including those who drive and park their car in the carpark, has to come through this entrance.
I look up at the guy who was occupying this seat and give him a quick wink. Mark pays his bill and goes out of the café.
“Boss, I know you have 1,000 questions in your mind now. Do you recognise that lady you are supposed to meet?”
“She looks familiar….very familiar.”
“She is Jenny, the wife of George.”
“What?!?! How could that be? And how did you know about all this?”
“Take a look at this first. Do it secretly, don’t let others see it.”
Stuart looks at the stuff I pass him
A photo showing me going into the hotel room 08-19. Date stamped and time stamped 8.15 pm.
A second photo showing Jenny going into hotel room. Room number is blurred but seems like 08-19. Date stamped and time stamped 8.20 pm.
A third photo showing Jenny leaving the room at 12.50 am.
A fourth photo showing me leaving at 1.05 am.
There were another 3 more photos. They showed a man and a woman having sex. The woman was clearly Jenny. The man’s face could not be seen clearly but the camera purposely focused onto the watch on the man’s wrist. A Patek Philippe.
I flash my watch at Stuart.
“What? You are having an affair with George’s wife? Oh my god.”
“No boss. That’s not the full story. I did have an affair with Jenny, but it’s all set up by George. He is the mastermind behind the Special Club. He uses his wife to seduce me through the Special Club and took all these photos to blackmail me. Why else would you think I would so willingly give up the account for Mr Jackson to him today?”
“Oh I understand now.”
“Not only that. I am suspecting him to be doing the same to you. After what happened to me, I was constantly trying to find something to break free from George’s blackmail. Hence I engaged a P.I. to check on him. The P.I told me George went to your home area. That’s when I started to suspect. Today in his office, I saw your expression when you saw these green envelopes, it confirms my suspicion. That’s why I asked my P.I to tail Jenny and come here. When I saw Jenny at the restaurant, I knew they are at it again.”
Stuart is in a state of shock now.
8.25 pm
“Boss, look downstairs.”
George is walking through the entrance.
“Wilson, what am I supposed to do now?”
“Nothing. Just go home first. We shall discuss again on how to get back at George. But don’t let him know you have discovered this. Go back and email the Special Club that you have suddenly fell sick. We will buy time for now and think of our next step.”
“Ok ok”
Stuart leaves the place, still in a state of shock. But I know he believes me entirely and is grateful to me for “saving” him from George.
8.35 pm
I am still sipping my coffee at my cafe. George is seen leaving the entrance in a huff.
He is supposed to be here to catch his wife’s infidelity again, but he obviously can’t find anything.
Before he reaches, Mark has gone up to the restaurant to pass Jenny a special green envelope.
Inside the envelope, it tells Jenny that this restaurant is too dangerous and open so the dinner has been cancelled, and she is to adjourn to the hotel room immediately. Dinner will be served at the hotel soon and I will join her at the hotel room shortly.
I am smiling to myself for my great plan.
I have used the exact same photos that George has used to blackmail Claire, back on him.
His boss (also my boss) is now wary of him and on my side.
His wife is now waiting for me in the hotel room.
This coffee tastes sweet. I have not even put in any sugar.
...
Time: Friday night
Venue: Cafe
8.40 pm
I finish savoring my aromatic coffee. Full of energy now to enjoy my night with Jenny.
Finally am laying my hands on the sexy wife of George. I am going to fuck her well to repay all that George has done to Claire. Just the thought alone is making my cock stand.
That sexy body. I am going to enjoy every single part of her body, every single hole of her body. I am going to make her beg for more.
“Hi Wilson, is that you?” A very sweet and familiar voice is calling me from behind.
I turn around and see a pretty babe, Elaine (Raymond’s wife).
“Oh hi Elaine, I am just meeting a friend. He just left. What are you doing here?”
“I am supposed to meet a friend here at 8.30 pm but she flies aeroplane last minute. So I am stuck here. Phoebe and gang are going to my house to celebrate a hen’s night for one of our sisters later. But it’s still a bit too early. You got time for a drink and chat?”
In front of me is the girl of my dream. Upstairs in the hotel room is a sexy vixen waiting for me in bed.
“Errrrr…..how about your husband?”
“You know about my husband? Oh ya, you are Phoebe’s brother-in-law, she would have told you. My husband is watching soccer at his kakis’ house tonight. Won’t be back till morning. Told him we are partying till late and some of the girls might stay over.”
“Oh I see….” I am thinking of an excuse to leave …..
“You not free?”
“Well, actually….. I am” I not sure what come over me to blurt out such a reply. My heart just refuses to reject this pretty, doll-eyed girl in front of me.
But what to do with Jenny upstairs? Mark is also still waiting for my activation.
“Pls let me go make a call first. I will be back in 2 minutes.”
Within that few minutes, I have a new plan in my mind.
I make a call to Mark and brief him on the new plan.
Venue: Cafe
8.40 pm
I finish savoring my aromatic coffee. Full of energy now to enjoy my night with Jenny.
Finally am laying my hands on the sexy wife of George. I am going to fuck her well to repay all that George has done to Claire. Just the thought alone is making my cock stand.
That sexy body. I am going to enjoy every single part of her body, every single hole of her body. I am going to make her beg for more.
“Hi Wilson, is that you?” A very sweet and familiar voice is calling me from behind.
I turn around and see a pretty babe, Elaine (Raymond’s wife).
“Oh hi Elaine, I am just meeting a friend. He just left. What are you doing here?”
“I am supposed to meet a friend here at 8.30 pm but she flies aeroplane last minute. So I am stuck here. Phoebe and gang are going to my house to celebrate a hen’s night for one of our sisters later. But it’s still a bit too early. You got time for a drink and chat?”
In front of me is the girl of my dream. Upstairs in the hotel room is a sexy vixen waiting for me in bed.
“Errrrr…..how about your husband?”
“You know about my husband? Oh ya, you are Phoebe’s brother-in-law, she would have told you. My husband is watching soccer at his kakis’ house tonight. Won’t be back till morning. Told him we are partying till late and some of the girls might stay over.”
“Oh I see….” I am thinking of an excuse to leave …..
“You not free?”
“Well, actually….. I am” I not sure what come over me to blurt out such a reply. My heart just refuses to reject this pretty, doll-eyed girl in front of me.
But what to do with Jenny upstairs? Mark is also still waiting for my activation.
“Pls let me go make a call first. I will be back in 2 minutes.”
Within that few minutes, I have a new plan in my mind.
I make a call to Mark and brief him on the new plan.
...
Time: Friday night
Venue: Cafe
We are chatting happily about everything under the sun….. from work, to hobbies, to society issues, to religion, to favourite food, to favourite TV programs and books ….and inevitably to family.
Or rather, I purposely lead to that topic and tell her all about the issues between me and Claire and how she is staying at her sister’s place now. Of course, I distort the facts that she is having an affair with my colleague. I leave out the facts that she is actually tricked into it, while me and her husband, Raymond had a hand in it too. Yes, I will not forget what Raymond did to my wife too.
We are like long-lost friends, who seem to have a telepathic understanding towards each other, and yet, at the same time, we are strangers before this. We are curious to know more about each other.
My mind is totally on her, yet I am also distracted by the events happening in the hotel room at this moment. Part of my new brief to Mark is for him to have Jenny first. When I told him over the phone, he was elated. I even taught him what to say to Jenny in order to be able to fuck her.
He must be enjoying himself now. At this moment, a sms comes in.
“Buddy, she is incredible. You sure you don’t want to join us soon? She is looking forward to a gangbang. She wants all her holes to be filled at the same time.”
Bastard. He is making me hot.
Elaine looks like she just finishes a glamour photo shoot. She is wearing a sparkling, shiny blue dress with large conspicuous buttons at the front and a large shiny white belt. Her dress is short, stopping at her mid-thigh, showing off plenty of her creamy white legs. Her hair is done like a babydoll, dyed brown with curls at the end.
As I gaze at her beauty, my attention can’t help but to look at her figure. Her body is producing enticing curves in the dress that barely reaches her mid-thigh, displaying too much flesh. As she moves in her seat, the hemline is creeping upwards for my comfort, or rather discomfort, sometimes almost seeing a tinge of white triangle in the midst of her crossed legs.
My vision starts to blur as she speaks. I can see her luscious lips on the little mouth opening and closing, sometimes flicking the tip of her tongue in a suggestive manner. I can imagine that lips engulf the width of my hardened cock and that mouth taking in the full length. My cock is aching to be released from its bondage.
“Wilson, are you ok? Wilson.”
“Oh sorry sorry, where were we?” I wake up from my sexual slumber.
“We were talking about your wife when your sms came in. You seem distracted after that. You ok?”
“Ok I am ok. It’s my wife. She said she wants to be separated from me.” I am lying through my teeth.
“Sigh so bad ah…..frankly speaking I am having a rough patch with my husband too.” Until now she still does not know that I am Raymond’s boss.
“Huh what happened? Care to share? I am a good listener.”
“Well it’s nothing glamorous. In fact I have told no one else in the world before.”
“What exactly happened? I am sure you can trust me. I have told you all the things between me and my wife.”
“My husband has not touched me for almost half a year.”
“What?”
How is that possible? If I have a wife like her, I would fuck her everyday. But on second thoughts, actually I and Claire are not as sexually active anymore as compared to before as time passes. But 6 months is still too long a time. Raymond must be eating a lot outside. Have heard a lot of stories about his sexual exploits in office. Looks like the rumours are true.
“I also don’t know but he seems to lose interest in me.”
“That’s ridiculous. Who would lose interest in such a pretty girl like you?”
“Haha you like to joke. I am not pretty.”
“If you are not pretty, there is no pretty girl in this world anymore.”
Another sms comes in.
“Buddy, he just calls to say he is reaching in 5 minutes”
9.25 pm
“Hey I saw a friend downstairs.”
I purposely point to downstairs at a guy so that Elaine would look down.
“Huh? He’s your friend? That’s my husband, Raymond.”
“Raymond is your husband? I am his boss at work.”
“Oh no, what a small world! Wilson, you must keep our conversation a secret ok?”
“Of course, you can trust me. But what is he doing here? I thought you said he is at friend’s house watching soccer.”
“I am not sure too.”
“He is taking the lift now. That’s the lift to the hotel. Come, let’s go find out what he is up to.”
I grab Elaine’s hand and make a move, not even giving her a chance to hesitate.
We rush to the lift lobby. The lift stops at 16th floor.
We go up to the 16th floor. There is no one in sight along the corridor. I know which room they are at, so I purposely walk towards that area.
We are like two headless chickens roaming outside the room without any clue.
“Wilson, forget it. There is no way we can find him like that. He might be just here to watch soccer with his friends anyway. I know of guys booking a room to drink and watch soccer.”
At this moment, one of the rooms’ door opens and a guy comes out. Before closing the door, the guy shouts into the room, “Raymond, you carry on first. I go downstairs to get a few more condoms.”
I grab Elaine’s hand and move towards the room. I push the guy aside and go into the room.
A naked man and a naked woman are on the bed.
Jenny pulls up the blanket to try cover herself.
A shocked Raymond tries to grab his pants and shouts out “Elaine, sorry, wait.”
Elaine immediately breaks into tears and runs out of the room.
I go after Elaine immediately.
As I go past Mark at the door, our hands meet each other in mid-air with a high five.
In my new plan, I ask Mark to tell Jenny that the Special Club has given her a special privilege to enjoy three strong hunks tonight, namely I, Mark and Raymond. If she is agreeable, she is to make a call to Raymond and asks him to come to the hotel room immediately and she will enjoy a good gangbang. If not, she will not get anyone at all.
To get Raymond in, Jenny is to tell him that the Special Club has managed to shake off George entirely for the night and he can enjoy a gangbang with her and a lady named Claire. That will surely make Raymond come. The lure of both Jenny and Claire.
The sacrifice of this new plan is that I have to give up my fun with Jenny tonight, and might not even have a chance again after this.
The gain is that I have gotten back at Raymond as well.
Most importantly, Elaine is heart-broken with Raymond now.
...
Time: Friday night
Venue: Lounge Bar
10.15 pm
Elaine and I are now drinking at a bar.
I had caught up with Elaine at the hotel lobby. She was devastated by the scene of her husband, Raymond, in bed with another woman at the hotel room. She cried herself silly into my broad, sturdy chest. After calming down, she requested me to bring her somewhere quiet to have some drinks and to calm herself down.
So here we are, seated at a quiet cosy corner on the rooftop of Esplanade, overlooking the Marina Bay Sands and the Fullerton waterfront. I am a regular at this place as this is a very good place to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life, without those raucous bars and deafening music, just chilling out with a nice glass of wine in peace and enjoying the serene night scene.
For the first half an hour, her phone rings incessantly. She never picks up any of them. Total 38 missed calls and 15 messages. Raymond gives up without any response from her.
I have instructed the waiters not to come to our table unless I call for them as I want to give Elaine as much peace and breathing space to calm down as possible. We are nestled peacefully at an exclusive area.
The night view is beautiful. The majestic Marina Bay Sands with its trademark ship-shaped garden atop its three blocks on one side and the flickering lights and activities along the Fullerton area bustling with weekend clubbers on the other side. Who says Singapore doesn’t have a beautiful night scene?
In front of me, is a beautiful girl, who has kept totally silent throughout the car trip here and now just sitting there in silence, staring at the beautiful night scene in front of her. However, you can tell that her stare is hollow. She is not admiring at the scene; she is staring in blank.
She seems hurt.
In her left hand is a bottle of red wine. In her left hand is her wine glass, which she is sending to her mouth in short, frequent intervals. Her cheeks are rosy-red, not certain if it’s due to the wine or her sobbing.
10.40 pm
After what seems like eternity, I finally pluck up enough courage to break the silence after sensing her breathing has somewhat become more peaceful, an indication of her calming down.
“Elaine, you ok?”
“Errmm……”
A short, non-committal reply and she falls into silence again, downing her glass of wine.
I am getting very worried about her getting drunk so I grab the wine bottle from her. Somehow in such a situation, the gentleman side of me is rearing its head higher than the lustful side of me.
I am really concerned about her.
I am in a weird dilemma. I am the one who came up with the plot to cause this, yet now at this moment, I am really concerned about her.
Somehow, this special girl is making me feel more like protecting her than to take advantage of her. Only one woman has made me feel this way before. That is Claire.
“Come Elaine, don’t down in sorrow by yourself. I will drink with you.”
I gulp down the whole glass in one shot. I have never drink wine like this before, to me, that’s being disrespectful to the wine.
Elaine turns slowly and looks at me.
She speaks in a very slow and measured tone.
“Am I such an unattractive woman? Why is my husband not touching me for such a long time and now he is fooling around with other woman?”
To make sure she can feel my sincerity and honesty in my answer, I reply in an equally slow and measured manner.
“Elaine, trust me, you are one of the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”
At this moment, our eyes lock into each other.
At this moment, I can feel the air around us coming to a standstill.
At this moment, the world seems to be only me and Elaine.
We lean towards each other.
I can feel her body heat, smell her sweet perfume, and feel her soft lips upon mine.
I can taste the red wine on her lips. I put my right hand lightly on her head and pull her closer to me.
Our lips close onto each other tightly. My tongue slide past her lips and begin to explore her mouth. My left hand move up to her slender waist and rest it there.
Elaine moves her both hands around my neck and we embrace ourselves into a slow, sensual kiss.
I can feel Elaine’s lips tremble slightly when our tongues meet each other. I begin to suck on her tongue and nibble on her bottom lip ever so lightly. She tastes so sweet.
A light breeze is blowing onto us, yet unable to cool off the heated passion between us.
My left hand moves up from her left waist and touch her breast through the fabric. She releases a breath and moans softly. Her eyes are half-closed, looking at me in a sweet, pleading manner, which gives my hand greater encouragement to knead more strongly. My action is sending waves of arousal through Elaine’s body as she is getting more passionate in her kiss.
Her hands rest onto my thighs and move up higher, and higher.
Her whole tongue is slid into my mouth, the taste driving me wild. I suck and suck onto her tongue and her hands move to my crotch, feeling my hardness through my pants.
At this moment, both of us are awaken from our dreamland by her phone ringing.
...
Time: Friday night
Venue: Lounge Bar
11.05 pm
“Elaine, where are you? Aren’t we supposed to meet at 11 at your house?”
I can vaguely make out Phoebe’s voice coming out from Elaine’s phone.
“Errrrr sorry Phoebe, something happened. I can’t make it back home. Can you tell the girls to go ahead without me?”
“Oei how can you fly aeroplane like that? Raymond has let us into your house, so we wait for you here?”
“Oh Raymond is there?”
“He let us in and left.He said it’s best to leave us alone to enjoy ourselves for the night. He’s off to his friend’s place for soccer. But he looks solemn. Anything’s wrong between you two?”
“Nothing Phoebe. You girls just go ahead and have fun at my place. Make yourselves at home. You know my place well enough. Just get my spare key from the cabinet. You know where it is right?”
“Ya of course I know, but where are you and what time are you coming back?”
“Most likely I won’t be back for the night.”
“What’s happening……”
Elaine cuts the line before Phoebe can continue on the other side. After pausing for 2 seconds, Elaine switches off her phone and looks at me, “I don’t know how to tell Phoebe.”
“No worries. I understand.”
The call has broken the atmosphere and we are both feeling embarrassed by our earlier actions.
There is a 3 seconds pause again…. we blurt out at the same time, “I am sorry.”
We look at each other and burst out laughing. It is a hearty laugh and it lightens the whole mood.
“Elaine, don’t think too much. Let’s just enjoy the nice night view here together ok?”
The night view is really beautiful with the waterfront reflecting the flickering lights of the buildings and streets. A cool breeze is blowing onto our face and we can smell the serenity in the air.
“Yes Wilson, this is such a nice place and such a beautiful night. Thanks for keeping me company. Let’s enjoy the wine together.”
For the next 1 hour, we just chat happily and enjoy the wine.
We are getting high from the alcohol and soon we switch to vodka and we continue drinking and enjoying the booze and continue chatting, from anything under the sky.
2.45 am
“Sorry sir, we are closing in 15 min time. Do you want to settle the bill?”
“Sure. We are leaving now.”
2.55 am
We are on a cab together.
By now, Elaine is almost totally out. I am about 80% gone too. Luckily she still manages to give the taxi driver her address and give me her unit number before she falls asleep.
Elaine is leaning her head onto my shoulder and sound asleep. She seems so peaceful sleeping. Glad to see her so peaceful after the whole ordeal in the night earlier.
She is such a beautiful girl. My heart goes out to her.
3.25 am
I fumble through her handbag and find her house keys.
Elaine is totally gone now and she can barely stand up with me grabbing and supporting her.
The house is empty. The girls must have already left. The place is in quite a mess though, with the sofa cushions strewn all over and empty beer cans and liquor bottles lying around on the table and floor.
I manage to carry Elaine to her bed and drop her there. A drunk person can be real heavy.
I am also almost a goner. My head is spinning and aching real bad, and my chest feels so heavy.
I walk out of her room. I don’t think I can make it back home in this state.
In the darkness, I manage to get to the next room in the house. Great, there is a bed there.
In my drunken stupor, I stumble towards the bed and fall right onto it.
And black out…..
...
Time: Friday night / Saturday morning
Venue: Elaine’s house
My head is throbbing, as if there are a thousand workers knocking nails onto my cranium. I am still in frenzy from the earlier alcohol indulgence, but I can feel my high tide coming. Alcohol is a form of liquid and it must come out somewhere from the body system.
As much as I dread it, somehow I manage to push myself up from the bed. The moment I stand up, the world starts to spin.
Somehow, somewhat, I manage to struggle my way out of the pitch dark room. Keep bumping into something along the way, and the pain actually wakes me up slightly from my slumber.
I manage to stumble my way to the toilet, switch on the lights and relieve myself.
The feeling is so good, all the pent-up tension in the groin area.
Feel much more refresh after washing my face with the cold water at the basin. I glance at my watch, it’s only 4.40 am.
I start to recollect the events of the night…. Dinner with Jenny….. Meeting with boss Stuart…. Saved Stuart from the approaching George….. Sent Jenny up to hotel room with Mark….. Bumped into Elaine…. Sent for Raymond to Jenny’s room…. Set up Raymond and Jenny….. Elaine heartbroken and drink session……
My memories are starting to come back, and together with it, my urges are also starting to build up. I am supposed to have a night of fun with the sexy Jenny, but I have given it up because of Elaine. The kiss with Elaine brought me up to another high, but was soon suppressed by the alcohol. Now all the pent-up pressure throughout the whole night is coming back to me.
I am feeling real horny. I need to relieve myself.
My thoughts immediately switch to my dream girl Elaine. She is such a sweet, young girl.
If such a good drinker like me is feeling the spin from the alcohol, it must be worse for her. She drank almost the double of me. She must still be dead drunk.
I am a bastard to have such thoughts, but the pent up urges throughout the night and the semi-drunk state I am in right now give in to man’s basic instincts.
I need to fuck her now.
...
Time: Friday night / Saturday morning
Venue: Elaine’s bedroom
4.45 am
It is almost pitch dark in the bedroom. I can vaguely make out the shape of the bed in the room and a shapely body form on the bed.
I close the door behind me and walk slowly towards the bed. The moment I close the door, the room becomes pitch dark.
When I reach the edge of the bed, I call out lightly, “Elaine, Elaine, you there?”, and give you nudge on her body.
No response at all. Good. She is dead drunk.
I take off my shirt and pants and everything and climb slowly onto the bed. My mind is already wandering over Elaine’s sexy body and my cock is already saluting at the sleeping body.
I slip myself under the blanket and snuggle up against the sleeping body from the back. It feels so shiok when my naked manhood touches the soft fabric of her sexy ass. I sniff at her hair, smell so nice, so sweet, so womanly. I nestle my whole naked body against her whole body.
It feels too good. I just hug her in this spoon position and let my whole body connect to every part of her.
Suddenly she gives out a little drunken murmur and snuggles back against me, her ass wiggling against my throbbing manhood.
Woohoo, she must be feeling frisky as well, even in her drunken sleep.
I position my hardened cock along the crevice of her ass through her dress and move it slowly up and down her crevice. I can feel her pushing her hips back against my manhood and rocks slowly in tandem with me. She is as horny as me haha.
I cannot stand it anymore.
My hand move to cup her breast and give it a good squeeze through her dress. Wow it feels so nice, so soft, so firm. It fills up my whole palm nicely but I had expected her C-cup to be more than a handful for me. Hmmm the power of push-up bra nowadays, I guess.
She gives out a soft moan from the caress of her breast by my hand. Her ass is pressed against me even more harder now.
I press my face onto the back of her neck and kiss her neck. Her skin smells heavenly. I open my mouth and lick on the back of her neck. Her body is squirming from my tongue teasing.
We are in that position for a good 5 minutes, with me just teasing her and enjoying rubbing my cock against her ass, my hand kneading her breast and me kissing, smelling and licking her neck.
She turns her body around and we lock ourselves in a sensual kiss. This kiss is different from our earlier kiss in the night at the lounge. This is more sensual, more slowly, more subtle as she is still in a drunk sleepy state. Her mouth reeks of alcohol but it tastes honey to me anyway.
My hands reach for the bottom of her dress and pull the whole dress over her. I slip her bra strap off her shoulders and attack her breasts with my mouth. Her skin tastes so sweet. I lick the two soft mounds and suck on the little raisin-sized nipples. My sucking is causing her body to squirm and shiver.
I move my tongue down over her body, slowly trailing my tongue on her belly-button, her stomach, her v-shape at her groin area. I skip the most sacred part and move down to her thigh, to her knee and to her calf. I want to savour every inch of this precious body.
My heart is pounding furiously now. I am left now with the most sacred area. I move towards the target and my nose first come into contact with the little bush. She does not have a thick bush, just a nice little triangle of hair. My lips close onto the bush and the hair feels so soft, like the fur on a soft toy. I stick my tongue out and give it a good, long lick.
My tongue pushes apart her labia and gives her clit a few quick licks. She shudders and her love juices flow out. I lap up the honey religiously. She tastes so delicious.
By now, I am beyond control. I need to release at this very instance. I would have wanted to enjoy this young body more but my pent up urges is too great for me to hold it any further.
I ease myself up and position my glorious manhood at her sacred hole. In the darkness, I slowly aim my missile head at its target.
I can feel my dick head touch her opening. In position.
Slowly I push myself in, inch by inch, slowly. Her body would shiver as I go in each inch. The tremble and shiver gets stronger each time with an inch deeper into her hole. Her mouth is murmuring faint but audible sounds of gasps and moans.
When the whole length is in, I stay still in that position, savouring the hot and wet vagina walls engulfing the whole of my manhood. I twitch my manhood muscles, feeling the tightness of her pussy.
I cannot hold it any longer not to start moving. I move my butt backwards and jerk it forward roughly. That brings out a much louder moan from her. That simply encourages me.
I am like an animal possessed now, just humping violently into this hot tight hole.
Wow it feels too good. To be making love to such a young, pretty girl. I have not had such a strong sensation ever since my wedding night with Claire.
I am too horny now. I couldn’t care less about slow and sensual love-making. I just want to fuck the shit out of her and spew my hot cum into her.
Her vagina is feeling so lusciously wet and I keep humping into her. Her body would shiver from time to time and her hips seems to be pushing up to match my rhythm. Sexy moans keep coming out from her mouth, forming a nice music to the rhythmic banging sound of two bodies.
It feels so good fucking this young hole.
I can feel my climax approaching. I begin to pump faster and harder and deeper. I know I cannot last much longer.
Neither can she. Grunts of passion are filling the room. Her legs are wrapped more tightly around my waist.
At this moment she moans out a sentence.
“Jason I love you. Make me cum.”
Jason? Who is Jason? Is Elaine having an affair with this guy called Jason?
....
Time: Friday night / Saturday morning
Venue: Elaine’s bedroom
This name sounds familiar. My brother is also called Jason.
It suddenly hits me.
Could it be that this girl is not Elaine?
Don’t tell me it’s Phoebe, my sister-in-law, my own brother’s 21-year old wife.
How could Phoebe be here? Where is Elaine then?
Suddenly the situation dawns on me.
Phoebe and friends were here earlier for the hens party. She could have been too drunk and slept over here. I tried to recall the room that I send Elaine to just now versus this room when I opened the door just now. This room does seem different.
No wonder the size does feel a bit different. Phoebe is smaller in size, more petite than Elaine. She is a A to B cup, as compared to Elaine’s C-cup. That explains why my palm can feel almost her whole breast.
I literally freeze in my action.
I have been fucking Phoebe.
My huge cock is still buried inside her now. I have kissed her, licked her all over her body and eaten her pussy.
I have committed a terrible mistake. I am fucking my own sister-in-law by mistake.
The worse thing is, I have no will power to stop doing that. In fact, I am getting even more aroused by the mistake.
I mean, I have never had any indecent thoughts towards Phoebe, but I must admit that she is actually a very, very pretty girl. In fact, her beauty can rival Claire and Elaine anytime.
And the thought of her being forbidden from my reach makes it even more exciting. Fucking my own sister-in-law, my young and pretty sister-in-law.
I have not cum yet, and I need to cum, after all the events of tonight. The arousal from Jenny, followed by Elaine, and now Phoebe. I need to cum.
The thought unconsciously cause me to ever so slowly begin to rock my hips back and forth again.
Fuck I need to cum so badly. And it feels so good to be fucking this tight pussy of Phoebe.
My hands move down to touch her two breasts. That two petite but perky breasts of Phoebe. I have seen her body so many times when we were around my father’s house. Now I am touching and kneading that same breasts.
All those visions of our time together at our family dinners, festival visits, gatherings all come flooding back to my time.
Phoebe is such a pretty girl. But she is Jason’s wife. Yet my cock is shoving in and out of her right now.
I am reaching the point of no return.
I quicken my pace.
The bed starts to squeak as I pick up my pace.
I begin to hump into Phoebe with wild abandonment, with her reciprocating with moans of pleasure and whimpers of “Jason”. In her drunken stupor, she is thinking her husband is fucking her.
Creak Creak Creak …. The bed is squeaking under the intensity of our fucking and banging of bodies.
I cannot believe how good it feels to be fucking Phoebe. She is such a hot girl
Urrrggghhhh…… My climax is coming…. I cannot hold it anymore…..I can feel my orgasm ready to explode.
I am almost there.
I erupt.
My hot jism just spurts out loads after loads, directly into Phoebe’s raw pussy, into her unprotected womb.
I have just had the biggest orgasm in my life.
...
Time: Saturday morning
Venue: Elaine’s house
5.20 am
I have just had the biggest orgasm in my life, unloading my hot cum into my sister-in-law, Phoebe’s raw pussy. Best of all, she is dead drunk and totally clueless about it.
I pull my satisfied cock out of her drenched pussy. I can feel the sticky cum and her love juices on my dick. Need something to clean my cock but I can’t see a thing in the pitch dark room.
I move stealthily to the door and leave it ajar to let a bit of the outside light in. At least the faint light allows me to see vaguely in the darkness.
There is a box of tissue on the side table beside the bed. Great, that’s what I need to clean my wet and sticky dick, coated with my cum and Phoebe’s juices.
Just when I am about to reach the tissue box, something else catches my attention. It is Phoebe in naked view.
Although I have already fucked and unloaded my cum into her, I have done that unknowingly in pitch darkness. This is the first time I am seeing a naked Phoebe.
She is stunning. Her small breasts and tiny bush are bare to view. They are too irresistible. I kneel by the side of the bed and lean over her petite body and take a little suck on her breasts. I almost want to faint when my mouth engulf her nipple.
The feeling is so heavenly. I am sucking on Phoebe’s breast and I can see her face clearly now. She is so beautiful.
Looking at my sister-in-law’s pretty face, a new idea suddenly springs to mind.
Standing up by the edge of the bed, I try to shift Phoebe’s body closer to the edge of the bed. Seems to be just the right position and distance.
I press my cock to her lips ever so lightly, rubbing it lightly along her lips. Seeing those small pouty lips touching my cock is making my cock regaining its vitality. It is now totally aroused and hardened again. I am feeling the overwhelming urge to shove my cock into her mouth.
I use my thumb and index finger to press on her cheeks to open her mouth slightly. Her lips part a little and I push my cock slowly in. Her mouth is pushed open by my advancing cock and slowly, my whole cock is in her little mouth.
Phoebe looks so sexy in this position, her little mouth stuffed by my huge cock. In her sleep, I can feel her mouth trying to close on its own and opening again to take in more breath, forming a little suction motion on my cock.
This feels too good. My brother’s pretty wife is sucking on my cock in her sleep right now.
I don’t think I can ever look at Phoebe again without being reminded of this scene, of my cock fully inserted into her mouth. I would always imagine my cock in her mouth when she talks to me in future.
I start to move my hip forward and backward, shoving my cock in and out of her mouth. Although I have already released once, I am getting very aroused again.
As I am worried that I might wake Phoebe up if my movement is too huge, I hold my cock in my right hand and start jacking off while it is still inserted in her mouth. My left hand move to caress her creamy white breast.
My cock is nearing its climax as I tug at it relentlessly. The urge is getting stronger and I move my hand faster. I push my cock fully into her throat and I let loose with a load of hot cum, forcing it down her throat.
I have used Phoebe for the second time tonight.
First time might be unknowingly. Second time is definitely intentional. Worse thing is, I feel I am addicted to the sexy body of my pretty sister-in-law.
I would definitely want to have this body again.
It’s 5.45 am. I better get going before morning.
I clean up the mess, dress up Phoebe and leave her sleeping there.
Before I leave, I check on Elaine. She is still sound asleep on her bed in the other room. A pity I didn't manage to have this beauty tonight. But I have an even bigger gain by upping Phoebe. I have had the most unbelievable orgasm in my life.
5.55 am
I am out of the house. I hope I have cleaned up all evidence.
I wonder if Phoebe will ever know anything about what had happened.
To tell the truth, on one hand, I hope I will never be found out. On the other hand, a part of me is hoping that Phoebe actually knows what had happened.
One thing is for sure, I will never look at my sister-in-law the same again.
...
Time: Monday morning
Venue: Office
I slept through the whole Saturday, almost the whole weekend as I was simply too exhausted from my exertion on Friday night. The modelling at Elaine’s fashion show was cancelled as Elaine was too upset to attend the show; hence I was not needed then.
Good for me as well, as I might not know how to face Phoebe so soon.
Nothing happened much for the weekend, except for a couple of sms exchanges with Mark, asking me if I have had a good time with Elaine. I only replied him with a smiley face. I couldn’t possibly tell him I had my best fuck in my life with Phoebe, my sister-in-law, when she was dead drunk.
Today starts just like any other Mondays, but I know this will be an eventful day.
I am just waiting for the phone call.
9.15 am
*Ring ring*
The call I have been waiting for. With a deep breath to calm my anticipation and excitement, I pick up the call.
“Morning, Wilson speaking.”
“Hey Wilson, do you have time for a chat in my office?”
“Sure Stuart. Will be there in a minute.”
Of course I have time. In fact, I have set aside the full day just for you, boss.
9.17 am
“Hi Wilson, come, take a seat.”
I take a seat at the sofa, perpendicular to where Stuart is sitting. His room is big enough to put in a leather sofa where he usually entertains his VIPs. Seldom do we have a chance to sit on the sofa. Usually we would be seated at the chairs in front of his desk or just standing up. I feel privileged and important today.
His room is huge, right at the back of our office, away from the main area. His is the only room that is not openly visible with the full glass panel. The top dog is just different.
“Wilson, what’s your plan?”
“You are referring to?” I am just acting coy.
“Of course it’s that George. The more I think about it, the angrier I am. I am sure you have a plan against him.”
“I do have a plan, but would need your help.”
“Great, I love working with smart people like you, Wilson.”
I lean closer to Stuart and tell him my plan.
10.05 am
George goes to Stuart’s room for a lengthy discussion.
11.20 am
George comes out from Stuart’s room, back to his own room and calls his team to his room.
12.30 pm
Most of my team is out for lunch. George and his team are all furious at work, pouring through reports and scanning through numbers.
I shut down my laptop and go for a good, long lunch. I know they will still take some time to complete the job.
2.05 pm
Back from lunch. It’s about time.
I call my 3 trusted AVPs into my room.
“Team, this is a highly confidential move. No questions to be asked. Just execute based on my instructions. Clear?”
“Yes boss.”
“I want you all to start accumulating the shares of XYZ. Do it in small parcels, from the clients’ individual accounts. Each account do not utilise more than 10% of the assets under management. And do not trigger the threshold alerts to the MAS and SGX for each account.”
“Wow boss, I heard a lot of positive news about XYZ. They are holding a press conference after the market closes today. But the price is already driven very high. You sure you want us to chase after the price?”
“Mich, no question. Trust me. Do it. And do not let anyone else know other than the 3 of you. You all have 30 minutes to do it, no more no less. Stop all action at 2.35 pm sharp.”
“Ok boss.”
2.40 pm
I have been monitoring the computer screen intensely over the last 30 min.
The market darling counter has been on the top 10 volume list since market opens. With my team sweeping up the counter, the interest in XYZ is getting heated, as shown in the volume and the price rise.
2.45 pm
Stuart walks into George’s room and they are looking at some reports and the computer screen.
Stuart leaves the room. George gives instructions to his team to take action.
2.55 pm
It’s obvious that another big player is sweeping up the counter.
3.30 pm
The counter is shooting up the roof.
I tell my team to start releasing everything we have accumulated on XYZ, also to be completed in 30 min time.
4 pm
The counter is still going strong. We have released everything we have on the counter.
5 pm
Market closed. XYZ’s stock price is at a record high.
5.15 pm
Watching the CNA update on the press conference. XYZ announces that they are going to list one of their fully-owned subsidiary and the listing is going to give a huge boost to their top and bottom line. Fantastic news for the counter. The stock price is expected to rise even higher when the market opens tomorrow.
George’s team is high-fiving each other.
5.20 pm
Michelle walks into my room.
“Boss, I manage to squeeze a bit of information from Esther. Their team has been accumulating the XYZ for the whole afternoon. What a waste that we let go too early.”
“Well, no one can predict such things. It’s good enough that we have made some tidy profits for our clients as well. There will be other opportunities again.”
I pack up my stuff and leave for the day.
...
Time: Tuesday morning
Venue: Office
Today will be an interesting day.
The moment the market opens, the XYZ counter is on a roll, breaking its record high again and again with increasing volume. Assured bull run.
From my guesstimate, if George’s team has put 30% of Mr Jackson’s $200 Mil funds into XYZ, they would have made a tidy gain of close to $60 Mil, a cool 30% return within a couple of days. There are no other material funds that are liquid enough for George’s team to utilize within such a short period, so the only funds they could touch would be Mr Jackson’s. Anyway, that’s also the instructions from Stuart to George yesterday.
10.30 am
The XYZ counter seems to be heading towards a bubble by now. George is too experienced not to know this. There are some calls made between George and his team. They are soon working furiously on their terminals.
From my screen, I can see some continuous buckets of selling volume being queued. The selling volume is there, but done in an inconspicuous manner so as not to alert the general market and cause alarm in panic selling. Only professionals can do that. Must be George’s team.
11.45 am
True enough, the XYZ counter is doing a reversal of fortune now, falling from its previous high as the counter has been over bought amidst the euphoria. I know George’s team is already out of the counter, enjoying their triumph and thinking about their fat bonuses.
3.30 pm
Mr Jackson suddenly appears at our office and come rushing to George’s room. Everyone would be expecting Mr Jackson to be very pleased to hear about the news of his portfolio making such a fantastic gain within a couple of days.
However his facial expression is telling a different story. And behind Mr Jackson, follows 5 guys in suite and tie, with a tag clipped onto their left jacket pocket.
2.35 pm
After exchanging a few quick words in George’s room, Mr Jackson, George and two of the guys disappear down the corridor to Stuart’s room.
Three of the guys remain in George’s room. One of them starts meddling with his laptop while the other two are going through the documents on his table and drawers.
Everyone in the office is puzzled by the turn of events.
3.15 pm
Mr Jackson left our office with the 5 guys in suite.
George is back at his desk, in a crestfallen expression. No one dares to approach him to find out what happen.
4 pm
George receives a phone call. He seems to be very agitated over the phone.
4.30 pm
Two security guards appear at George’s room, checked through his stuff in a box and escort him out of the office.
4.45 pm
All of us receive an email in our office mail from Stuart.
George has been removed from office with immediate effect.
Mr Jackson is under investigation by the CAD for suspicion of insider trading. His cousin-in-law is a director on XYZ board. From the aggressive position that George has taken on XYZ using Mr Jackson’s funds, CAD is suspecting foul play of insider trading.
I know Mr Jackson will be alright because there is no concrete evidence of foul play, simply because he is really innocent.
Stuart denies any responsibility as there is no written correspondence between himself and George and pushes the blame squarely on George’s part.
George has committed two grave mistakes in this dealing. First, he has not done a proper check on the counter to ensure such thing would not have happened in the first place. Second, the aggressive position taken on a single counter is not in accordance with the investment mandate signed by Mr Jackson. Thus he is in breach of trust under the contract.
Why would George commit such a mistake? Of course it is due to good play-acting by Stuart. He is the one who told George to look at this counter as he has received some reliable market information, as well as telling George that he has communicated with Mr Jackson that they are going to bet heavily on the counter. Of course, that is all untrue and Stuart denies anything of that sort.
Well, I also help to create a sense of urgency for George’s team by pushing up the price yesterday so that they are forced to act faster.
Lastly, I am the one who wrote and sent the poison letter to CAD, informing them of suspected foul play through the anonymous letter.
Mr Jackson will be fine as there won’t be any evidence against him. He has made a tidy profit as well.
The bank will be fine as Stuart pushes all the blame to George as he is the one signing the execution orders and made the decisions for that investment.
The only person in trouble is George. He has been sacked by the bank due to negligence and breach of trust. He will have a hard time finding another job in the industry as his reputation has been smeared.
5.30 pm
I am in Stuart’s room.
We are toasting each other on our glasses of premium red wine.
“Ok Wilson, we have gotten rid of George. We have had our revenge. But what’s next? I will need to fill George’s position. Who would you recommend from his team?”
“No no no. It shouldn't be anyone from his team. Don’t you think it would be better if someone from my team fills George’s position?”
“Hahaha Wilson, you are a shrewd one. Well I think I trust you more than I can trust George’s people now. Ok we shall get someone from your team to fill his position. Who shall it be then?”
“Hmmmm I will have to think about it…..”
Albert, 39 years old. Has been in the bank for 13 years. Most experienced among the lot but is not the smartest. Reliable, hardworking but not one who is ambitious enough to want to reach for the sky. Always a good right-hand man to have.
James, 33 years old. With the bank 3 years now. Smart, analytical, competent and ambitious. You can always count on him to make things happen. A goal-getter. My trusted aide.
Michelle, 27 years old. With the bank 5 years now. In fact this is her first job. Intelligent, pretty and fast-learner. She is a goal-getter as well. Maybe because she is a girl, and a pretty one at that, it is always easier for her to get things done. My trusted lieutenant as well.
...
Time: Friday
Venue: Office
The past few days have been a frantic period, with all kinds of rumours flying around on the replacement for the hot seat vacated by George.
There can be many different scenarios - transferring a VP from another department, poaching a candidate from competition, hiring a new high profile candidate from external, or promoting within the ranks from the 6 AVPs available.
Needless to say, no one knows that we have already decided to promote from within, among my three AVPs. With my newly-formed profound relationship with my boss, Stuart, obviously I would want to maximise the situation to my benefit. Getting one of my trusted aides to head the other team would only serve to consolidate my position. This is all part of the corporate power-monger game.
The question now is really, who should it be?
I have been pondering over this question for the past few days and have narrowed my choice down to either James or Michelle. Albert has passed his prime and is unlikely to have the ability to fill the big shoes.
Between James and Michelle, James is actually the more qualified. However Michelle is closer to me and I know I can trust her more in the future. With James, he might one day turn around and become a threat to me. Problem is I would still need to present my justification to Stuart. James is stronger than Michelle in all areas. I need a stronger reason to veto my decision.
2.30 pm
“Wilson, you there?”
I am awoken from my deep thoughts by someone calling out to me. I am totally oblivious to my surroundings when I am deep in thoughts. Stuart is standing in front of me in my room.
“Today is the deadline for you to submit your recommendation to me for the replacement. I need it soon as I am doing a conference call with the HQ office tonight and I plan to inform them of the personnel reshuffle.”
“Errrr ok…. I am still a bit undecided…..”
“Who do you have here? Ok I see. Make sense. Between James and Michelle. Indeed a close call between the two.”
“Ya, I am just thinking….”
“Ok don’t worry Wilson. Let’s do it this way. Let me do a final promotion interview for two of them and I will make the final call. Set.”
With that, Stuart takes the two files from me and turns to leave my office, catching me totally off-guarded with his prompt actions.
Well, maybe that will make things easier for me. Let Stuart make the call and either way, it’s still my people.
3.30 pm
James is called to Stuart’s room.
5.15 pm
James comes straight to my room to thank me for recommending him to be among the final shortlist.
5.30 pm
Call comes in from Stuart.
“Hey Wilson, I have done the session with James. Very good. I think he can do the job.”
“You speaking to Michelle as well?”
“Yes of course. I am sure you must have a good reason to be torn between the two. Good opportunity for me to know more about Michelle as well. By the way, can you see if you can help me get her to my room? I just called her at her desk but no answer.”
“Sure, I think she steps away to the pantry.”
5.40 pm
Michelle goes to Stuart’s room.
Everyone else is getting ready to knock off.
Friday night.
I am feeling bored. Maybe call Mark out for a drink or something.
I pick up the phone to dial the number. But there is no ring tone coming out from the phone speaker.
Instead I hear faint voices talking.
...
Time: Friday evening
Venue: Office
The faint voices over at the other end of the phone belong to Stuart and Michelle. The phone must have been placed improperly after Stuart called me just a moment ago.
My curiosity gets the better of me and I continue to hold onto the phone piece to eavesdrop on the conversation.
“I think I am more than qualified for the position.”
It is Michelle speaking. She goes on to talk about her achievements, her personal milestones in the company, her vision for her career with the bank, her ideals of the team that she can mold and run, her and how much importance she places in her career. It is quite an impressive speech, I must say.
“That’s quite informative, Michelle. But after listening to both you and James, I do feel that James does have a slight edge over you for the position.”
“Well, I must admit that James is quite a formidable opponent for the position, but I can assure you I can more than make up for any deficiency with my determination and hard work in my new position if you can give me a chance.”
I can sense the slight sense of disappointment in Michelle’s tone but from what I know of her feisty character, this girl is not going to give up just like that without a fight.
There is a slight moment of silence over at the end. Seems like Stuart is deep in thought.
“Well, you do actually have something that James cannot offer.”
“So I do stand a chance?”
“How old are you now?”
“27”
“How long have you been married?”
“A few months back.”
“Do you always like to wear such short mini-skirts to work?”
“Huh? Yes. I thought it would make me look better.”
“You have very nice legs.”
This conversation seems to be leading on to some other things. I am starting to get worried for Michelle. I can still recall her dressing today.
She is wearing a luminous red body-hugging mini dress that stops at her mid-thigh, showing off plenty of her sexy lanky legs. Her legs are always her best assets
“Yes sir. A lot of people have told me so…. But…..what has this got to do with this interview?”
“Well Michelle, just as I was saying just now. James is more qualified than you in almost all aspects. His experience, his performance, his achievements. The only thing that you can possibly win him is to work your charms on me.”
“Boss…. Am I hearing what I am hearing…..”
“Errmmmm well Mich, it depends on how much you want this promotion.”
“I want this very much sir”
“But would you go the extra mile?”
“Of course I would. Extra hours, sacrifice weekends, more workload, whatever it takes.”
“But would you go the extra mile? You haven’t answered me.”
“I am not sure what you mean….”
“How badly you want this promotion?”
“Well I have said I would worked extra hard and do whatever within my ability….”
“Mich Mich, hold it. That’s not what I am asking.”
“Then?”
“Well I know it’s not easy for such things, especially in Asian society. It’s quite normal in the West for such things to happen, girls using their inborn assets to their advantage. Well, to make things easy for you, why don’t you start by first parting your two knees? I would love to see what is between them.”
“Stuart, this is sexual harassment and I am going to report you for it.”
“Don’t be silly Mich. It will be your word against mine and by the time this thing blows over, it’s not just your promotion that is gone. You can say bye bye to your job as well.”
“As if I care.”
I can hear the sound of a chair being pushed and footsteps to the door.
“Mich, you have considered this carefully? The moment you walked out of that door, the career that you have painstakingly built up over the years will be gone. I can easily give you a bad record and you know you will never be able to work in this industry again. Are you sure you are willing to give up on all these?”
The sound of the walking footsteps stops.
“Calm down Mich. Please take a seat and let me finish my proposition. You can then make a more informed decision on what you want to do. By stomping out of my room will do you no good.”
I hear the sound of a chair being moved and someone sitting down.
“Good Mich. This is a good start. Maybe just to set the both of us in the right mood, maybe you can start by parting your knees slightly apart. I have been yearning to see between your legs for the longest time.”
There is a moment of silence.
“Nice…..white panties. My favourite.”
“So what is it you exactly want me to do? And will I get my promotion after this? But I am not going to fuck you for sure.”
“Hmmmm now we are finally talking on the same page. It’s been a while since I have met such a gorgeous woman like you. I would love to fuck you.”
“No. I am not going to do that.”
“Ok ok at least you are negotiating. Good, how about a blowjob then?”
“No, I am not going to do that, Stuart. I don’t even do that for my husband. It’s disgusting. I am not going to do that.”
“Ok Mich. I shall give you my last offer. If you are not going to accept this one, I am sorry you have to kiss your promotion goodbye.”
“What is it?”
“Let me eat you out and you get your promotion. Deal?”
Moment of silence again……. My dick is getting hard on its own just by listening to this indecent proposal conversation.
“So I just have to let you eat me and that’s all?”
“Yes, that’s it. Just close your eyes, let me lick you and you will be the youngest female VP in our industry.”
“Ok”
“Fantastic. Maybe we can start by you taking your panties out and pass to me.”
“Give to you?”
“Yes, give it to me.”
There is some shuffling sound.
“Nice. Smell of your body perfume and your pussy. So your little cunt smell like this. Ok go lock the door now.”
There is the sound of the clicking of a door lock.
“Good. Now pull up your dress and sit on the table. Put your feet on the table as well, and spread your legs.”
“Beautiful. You are clean-shaven. Did you prepare this beautiful cunt specially for me? I am going to taste you now.”
Over at the phone, I can faintly make out some slurping sounds. Stuart must be licking and eating Michelle’s pussy now. I am totally aroused by now. Outside of my room, the whole office is empty as the others have left for their Friday night fun.
I unzip my pants under my desk and begin tugging at my hardened dick, imagining it’s me who is in Stuart’s enviable position of eating Michelle’s delicious cunt.
“You have got such a delicious cunt, Michelle. Do you want me to stop?”
“Urrghh pleeaaaseeee……dooon’ttt….stooopp….. I ….mean….stttooopp …… oooohhh …myyyy …..god”
I can hear Michelle moaning uncontrollably now. She must be feeling aroused from Stuart’s probing tongue.
“ooohhhh fuck. That feels so good. Lick it. Stuart. Lick my nasty cunt. Suck it. Suck all my love juices. Make me cum.”
“Haha you slut. Now you are begging me to make you cum. I shall give you more than you ask for.”
“Ohhhh what are you doing? You said you will only eat me…..what are you doing with your fingers?”
“I am doing you a favour, Michelle. Your cunt hole seems like it is aching for more. My tongue can’t do the job so I shall get my fingers to do you the favour. Is one enough? I better use two. How about three?”
“Ohhhh ohhhh two is enough. Not three, Stuart, you are hurting me.”
“You sure? You want me to stop?”
“Don’t stop. Fuck me with your fingers.”
“You are enjoying this, slut. Come let me kiss you.”
I can hear two person kissing passionately with their tongues sucking and slurping and the swooshing sound of the fingers plundering the pussy hole.
“Take this out and suck it bitch.”
I hear the unzipping of trousers.
“No no I don’t know how to do ….”
Before Michelle can finish her sentence, it seems her mouth is being stuffed.
“God, your mouth feels so good. You are born natural for this. Suck it. Swallow my huge cock. Look at that slut mouth of yours, so full of my majestic cock.”
“Uuummmm urrrmmm”
The shoving and humming sound goes on for the next few minutes. I can imagine Stuart’s large cock shoving in and out of Michelle’s petite little mouth. It must feel damn good.
“I can’t bear this any longer. I need fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. Come, bend onto the table. I am going to fuck you from behind.”
“No no no you can’t do this to me…..ahhhhhhh…….slowly….it hurts….ahhhhhhhh”
“You are so tight Michelle. Your husband is not doing his job or is his dick too small for you? You are so tight like a virgin. OMG you feels so good.”
I can hear Michelle trying to muffle her voice but she is letting out uncontrollable gasps of moans and groans.
“Oh fuck. You are too good to be fucked, Michelle. I should have done this long long time ago. Stupid me for waiting so long for this. Wow your butt looks especially cute and sexy. I can do you all night.”
I can hear the incessantly pounding of two bodies together.
“Stuart, are you going to come soon? Please take it out. I am in fertile period.”
“Ohhhh fuck….this is too good.”
With that, Stuart lets out a loud groan, “I am cumming!!!”
“Ahhh ahhh not inside. What are you doing?”
I come together with Stuart.
The difference is that I cum all over my hand. He cum inside Michelle.
....
Time: Friday evening
Venue: Office
Just at the moment I zip up my pants, my handphone starts ringing.
It’s Claire calling me.
“Hi Dear, you are finally calling me. How are you? I missed you so much. Carol told me that you all just came back from Bangkok this afternoon. How is the trip? I am actually about to look for you over the weekend. I have so much to tell you. I have taken revenge on that creep George. He has been sacked by the bank.”
I blurt out a whole chunk of stuff over the phone the moment I answer it. It has been such a long, long time since I have spoken to my dearest wife. It is only at this moment that I realise how much I have missed her.
“Yes dear, Carol has been updating me about what has been going on.”
“Dear, so does that mean you have finally forgiven me?”
“Not exactly your fault too. Carol has told me about the whole situation. I have sorted out my thoughts.”
“So can I go and fetch you home now? I missed you so so much.”
“Yes dear. Can you come and fetch me from Carol’s place now?”
I am quite surprised at the sudden turn of things, but since Claire has finally forgiven me, of course I would fly down immediately to fetch her.
I lock up my office room and walk towards the main door. Just as I am to step out of the office main door, Michelle comes back to her desk.
Her hair is a bit dishevelled and you can see some crumples on her mini dress.
“Hey boss, you are still around?”
“Hi Mich, I am just about to leave. Everything’s ok?”
Obviously that’s a dumb question, but it just comes out my mouth like that.
“Errr, ya. I guess so. I am packing up to leave as well. You can go ahead first. Enjoy your weekend. Bye.”
“Ok bye.”
I sneak a quick look back at Michelle when I step out of the office. She is back facing me packing some stuff into her handbag. My groin feels a little stir when my view falls on her sexy butt. Just a few moments ago, Stuart was grabbing that sexy ass and pounding mercilessly into her.
If not for Claire, I would have volunteered to send Michelle back. But Claire is still more important than anything else.
I get into my BMW and speed to Carol's place.
Venue: Office
Just at the moment I zip up my pants, my handphone starts ringing.
It’s Claire calling me.
“Hi Dear, you are finally calling me. How are you? I missed you so much. Carol told me that you all just came back from Bangkok this afternoon. How is the trip? I am actually about to look for you over the weekend. I have so much to tell you. I have taken revenge on that creep George. He has been sacked by the bank.”
I blurt out a whole chunk of stuff over the phone the moment I answer it. It has been such a long, long time since I have spoken to my dearest wife. It is only at this moment that I realise how much I have missed her.
“Yes dear, Carol has been updating me about what has been going on.”
“Dear, so does that mean you have finally forgiven me?”
“Not exactly your fault too. Carol has told me about the whole situation. I have sorted out my thoughts.”
“So can I go and fetch you home now? I missed you so so much.”
“Yes dear. Can you come and fetch me from Carol’s place now?”
I am quite surprised at the sudden turn of things, but since Claire has finally forgiven me, of course I would fly down immediately to fetch her.
I lock up my office room and walk towards the main door. Just as I am to step out of the office main door, Michelle comes back to her desk.
Her hair is a bit dishevelled and you can see some crumples on her mini dress.
“Hey boss, you are still around?”
“Hi Mich, I am just about to leave. Everything’s ok?”
Obviously that’s a dumb question, but it just comes out my mouth like that.
“Errr, ya. I guess so. I am packing up to leave as well. You can go ahead first. Enjoy your weekend. Bye.”
“Ok bye.”
I sneak a quick look back at Michelle when I step out of the office. She is back facing me packing some stuff into her handbag. My groin feels a little stir when my view falls on her sexy butt. Just a few moments ago, Stuart was grabbing that sexy ass and pounding mercilessly into her.
If not for Claire, I would have volunteered to send Michelle back. But Claire is still more important than anything else.
I get into my BMW and speed to Carol's place.
__________________
Time: Friday night
Venue: On car enroute to Carol’s house
Never since our marriage have we ever been apart for such a long time. I am missing Claire’s presence a lot. My heart just aches when I think of all the unhappiness that has happened recently. Now that George’s case has come to a close, I just hope that I and Claire can have some peaceful moments going forward.
Throughout the car ride, my mind is pre-occupied with all the random thoughts about what has recently happened. Before I know it, my car has pulled into the carpark below the HDB block of Carol’s flat.
I am looking for a parking lot and to my surprise, Claire is already waiting at the lift lobby area beneath the block with her luggage in tow. I quickly pull up at the road beside her.
The moment I get out from my car, Claire comes forward and gives me a tight embrace.
I hug her back. I really miss this feeling of holding my dearest wife in my arms.
We hold each other in our embrace for a good 1 minute, which feels like eternity.
With a silent understanding, I put her luggage into the car boot and we both get onto the car.
“Dear I really miss you a lot. How is everything? Did you enjoy yourself at the Bangkok trip?”
I am finally getting my lovely Claire back. She goes on to update me on all the things that have happened recently……about her work …..about Carol ….. about what happened during her stay at Carol’s house …… about the Bangkok trip that she went together with Carol and her husband, Zac.
She just goes on and on and I enjoy so much listening to her and am just glad to hear that she has been well taken care of by Carol and Zac.
“But why are you going home with me so suddenly with your luggage downstairs right after the trip? I don’t even have the chance to go up and thank Zac and Carol.”
My sentence seems to strike a nail into her enthusiasm; Claire is a bit stunned with my question.
“Errrr…..nothing lah. Just don’t want to trouble them any further and I have sorted out my thoughts. So call you to fetch me back lor. Why you don’t want ah?”
“No no no of course I want. You don’t know how much I miss you.”
At this moment, my car has reached our parking lot at our condo.
“Eh dear, by the way, I have something to show you. Someone sent this to Carol’s address to me. Very strange. Was it another of your trick or something?”
Claire takes out something from her bag and passes to me.
It’s in a blue envelope.
I open it.
Different colour envelope. Different name. Same concept. Same modus operandi.
It’s another Invitation. This time, it’s called “The Exclusive Club”.
And the worst thing is, it has nothing got to do with me.
Venue: On car enroute to Carol’s house
Never since our marriage have we ever been apart for such a long time. I am missing Claire’s presence a lot. My heart just aches when I think of all the unhappiness that has happened recently. Now that George’s case has come to a close, I just hope that I and Claire can have some peaceful moments going forward.
Throughout the car ride, my mind is pre-occupied with all the random thoughts about what has recently happened. Before I know it, my car has pulled into the carpark below the HDB block of Carol’s flat.
I am looking for a parking lot and to my surprise, Claire is already waiting at the lift lobby area beneath the block with her luggage in tow. I quickly pull up at the road beside her.
The moment I get out from my car, Claire comes forward and gives me a tight embrace.
I hug her back. I really miss this feeling of holding my dearest wife in my arms.
We hold each other in our embrace for a good 1 minute, which feels like eternity.
With a silent understanding, I put her luggage into the car boot and we both get onto the car.
“Dear I really miss you a lot. How is everything? Did you enjoy yourself at the Bangkok trip?”
I am finally getting my lovely Claire back. She goes on to update me on all the things that have happened recently……about her work …..about Carol ….. about what happened during her stay at Carol’s house …… about the Bangkok trip that she went together with Carol and her husband, Zac.
She just goes on and on and I enjoy so much listening to her and am just glad to hear that she has been well taken care of by Carol and Zac.
“But why are you going home with me so suddenly with your luggage downstairs right after the trip? I don’t even have the chance to go up and thank Zac and Carol.”
My sentence seems to strike a nail into her enthusiasm; Claire is a bit stunned with my question.
“Errrr…..nothing lah. Just don’t want to trouble them any further and I have sorted out my thoughts. So call you to fetch me back lor. Why you don’t want ah?”
“No no no of course I want. You don’t know how much I miss you.”
At this moment, my car has reached our parking lot at our condo.
“Eh dear, by the way, I have something to show you. Someone sent this to Carol’s address to me. Very strange. Was it another of your trick or something?”
Claire takes out something from her bag and passes to me.
It’s in a blue envelope.
I open it.
Different colour envelope. Different name. Same concept. Same modus operandi.
It’s another Invitation. This time, it’s called “The Exclusive Club”.
And the worst thing is, it has nothing got to do with me.
...
Time: Saturday afternoon
Venue: Cafetaria meeting Mark
“Hey Buddy, sorry I am late.”
“No worries Mark. You seem busy recently. What have you been busy with? So hard to reach you.”
“Is it? Nothing lah. Just the same old stuff. What’s up?”
“I have an interesting situation on hand right now. Think you are the best person to help.”
“Got more business for me? I thought you have taken care of that creep George? Still got good lobang for me? Would love more assignments like the previous one, where I had such a good time with Jenny. Wah just thinking about it made me steamed.”
“Haha you bastard. Always thinking about girls.”
“Hey buddy, I don’t have a pretty wife like you. I need to take care of a normal guy’s needs too haha.”
“Get yourself a wife then?”
“Aiya where to find a pretty wife like yours? All the good ones are already other people’s wives. Just look at all the pretty wives like Jenny, Elaine. And of course your wife Claire, and not forgetting that pretty sister-in-law Phoebe of yours. Made me so envious haha.”
“Haha enough crap. It’s you who refuses to be tied down. Anyway, I ask you out today to check on this.”
I take out the blue envelope and show it to Mark.
“Hmmmm interesting. The same trick of yours. You did this?”
“Of course not. If it’s me, why would I be bothered by it?”
“So there is another guy who knows this and is trying to get Claire?”
“Seems like.”
“Hmmmmm who can it be? George? Raymond? Or that Ang Mo boss of yours? Anyone else knows this trick?”
“Not that I can think of other than those you mentioned. But I don’t think it’s any one of them. The weirdest thing is that this is sent to Claire’s sister, Carol’s house. How would they know that Claire is staying at Carol’s place?”
“Ok. Let me check this out and let you know.”
“Thanks Mark. I shall leave this with you. Call me once you got any news.”
Venue: Cafetaria meeting Mark
“Hey Buddy, sorry I am late.”
“No worries Mark. You seem busy recently. What have you been busy with? So hard to reach you.”
“Is it? Nothing lah. Just the same old stuff. What’s up?”
“I have an interesting situation on hand right now. Think you are the best person to help.”
“Got more business for me? I thought you have taken care of that creep George? Still got good lobang for me? Would love more assignments like the previous one, where I had such a good time with Jenny. Wah just thinking about it made me steamed.”
“Haha you bastard. Always thinking about girls.”
“Hey buddy, I don’t have a pretty wife like you. I need to take care of a normal guy’s needs too haha.”
“Get yourself a wife then?”
“Aiya where to find a pretty wife like yours? All the good ones are already other people’s wives. Just look at all the pretty wives like Jenny, Elaine. And of course your wife Claire, and not forgetting that pretty sister-in-law Phoebe of yours. Made me so envious haha.”
“Haha enough crap. It’s you who refuses to be tied down. Anyway, I ask you out today to check on this.”
I take out the blue envelope and show it to Mark.
“Hmmmm interesting. The same trick of yours. You did this?”
“Of course not. If it’s me, why would I be bothered by it?”
“So there is another guy who knows this and is trying to get Claire?”
“Seems like.”
“Hmmmmm who can it be? George? Raymond? Or that Ang Mo boss of yours? Anyone else knows this trick?”
“Not that I can think of other than those you mentioned. But I don’t think it’s any one of them. The weirdest thing is that this is sent to Claire’s sister, Carol’s house. How would they know that Claire is staying at Carol’s place?”
“Ok. Let me check this out and let you know.”
“Thanks Mark. I shall leave this with you. Call me once you got any news.”
...
Time: Friday evening
Venue: Hotel Ball
Almost a month has passed since Claire moves back home. Everything has more or less gone back to normal. I am finally enjoying my family life with my lovely wife again.
At work, Michelle has indeed gotten the promotion ahead of James. Obviously James is very disappointed but he has accepted it graciously. Michelle is of course elated with the promotion. She has taken over George’s position and our two teams are working more cordially with each other than before. Michelle has not forgotten her roots and is always very respectful towards me.
With Claire back to my side, I am already very contented and have brushed aside all the illicit thoughts about the other women who have almost come into my lives.
I have tried my best to forget how Michelle has gotten her promotion, her one night rendezvous in office with Stuart.
At my father’s place, whenever we go back for dinner with my brother, Phoebe does not act any differently in front of us. It seems like she never knew about what happened at Elaine’s house that night. I have also acted as if nothing has ever happened. Well, of course, after each time I met Phoebe, I have to go home to masturbate to the images of that sexiest night in my life. Other than that, nothing else out of the norm.
I have no idea what happened to Jenny. And I have not stayed in contact with Elaine.
Everything seems to be well again and back to normal.
The only question mark lingering over our heads right now is the Invitation by The Exclusive Club. Mark has yet to achieve any progress on that matter.
Putting that matter aside, everything is going well for me. In fact, tonight is an important night for me. I have been nominated as the Top Private Banker of the Year and I and Claire are going to an awards ceremony tonight to receive the award.
The awards ceremony is an industry event where the luminaries from the Finance and Banking Industry will be here.
We enter the ballroom. The gala ball has already started. The men are all in tuxedo and the ladies in their evening gowns. Everyone is well dressed up for this very prestigious night. People are mingling and networking in small crowds, with the waiters doing their rounds with finger food and drinks on trays.
I introduce Claire to my co-workers and some of my associates in the industry. I am just thinking in my head that it’s a good thing that Raymond is not senior enough to represent our bank for this event. It would be awkward for Claire to see him.
“Hi Stuart, this is my wife Claire.”
“Oh nice to meet you Claire. I am Stuart. Wow Wilson, you have a very pretty wife.”
After the quick introduction, I move Claire to elsewhere, away from my lecher boss Stuart. I would not want that guy near my pretty wife.
“Hey Wilson, Claire! I didn’t know you are here as well.” Someone is calling us from our back.
We turn back and see Carol and Zac, my sister-in-law and her husband.
“Hi Zac, you guys are here as well.”
Venue: Hotel Ball
Almost a month has passed since Claire moves back home. Everything has more or less gone back to normal. I am finally enjoying my family life with my lovely wife again.
At work, Michelle has indeed gotten the promotion ahead of James. Obviously James is very disappointed but he has accepted it graciously. Michelle is of course elated with the promotion. She has taken over George’s position and our two teams are working more cordially with each other than before. Michelle has not forgotten her roots and is always very respectful towards me.
With Claire back to my side, I am already very contented and have brushed aside all the illicit thoughts about the other women who have almost come into my lives.
I have tried my best to forget how Michelle has gotten her promotion, her one night rendezvous in office with Stuart.
At my father’s place, whenever we go back for dinner with my brother, Phoebe does not act any differently in front of us. It seems like she never knew about what happened at Elaine’s house that night. I have also acted as if nothing has ever happened. Well, of course, after each time I met Phoebe, I have to go home to masturbate to the images of that sexiest night in my life. Other than that, nothing else out of the norm.
I have no idea what happened to Jenny. And I have not stayed in contact with Elaine.
Everything seems to be well again and back to normal.
The only question mark lingering over our heads right now is the Invitation by The Exclusive Club. Mark has yet to achieve any progress on that matter.
Putting that matter aside, everything is going well for me. In fact, tonight is an important night for me. I have been nominated as the Top Private Banker of the Year and I and Claire are going to an awards ceremony tonight to receive the award.
The awards ceremony is an industry event where the luminaries from the Finance and Banking Industry will be here.
We enter the ballroom. The gala ball has already started. The men are all in tuxedo and the ladies in their evening gowns. Everyone is well dressed up for this very prestigious night. People are mingling and networking in small crowds, with the waiters doing their rounds with finger food and drinks on trays.
I introduce Claire to my co-workers and some of my associates in the industry. I am just thinking in my head that it’s a good thing that Raymond is not senior enough to represent our bank for this event. It would be awkward for Claire to see him.
“Hi Stuart, this is my wife Claire.”
“Oh nice to meet you Claire. I am Stuart. Wow Wilson, you have a very pretty wife.”
After the quick introduction, I move Claire to elsewhere, away from my lecher boss Stuart. I would not want that guy near my pretty wife.
“Hey Wilson, Claire! I didn’t know you are here as well.” Someone is calling us from our back.
We turn back and see Carol and Zac, my sister-in-law and her husband.
“Hi Zac, you guys are here as well.”
....
Time: Friday evening
Venue: Hotel Ball
A bit on my brother-in-law Zac. Married to my wife’s elder sister, Carol for a few years. No kids yet. Zac is a soft-spoken man, easy-going and sometimes I even find him somewhat hen-pecked. Aged 37, a number of years older than us, but due to his soft character, he is always seen at the backdrop of his more domineering wife, Carol. Zac is also from the Banking industry, a VP at one of the local banks.
“Hi Wilson, congratulations. I heard about the good news.”
We manage to do some courtesy exchanges before I am pulled away to some other industry heavyweights who want to congratulate me.
I sneak a peep at my sister-in-law this evening from the back. She is wearing a luminous silver cocktail dress which is incredibly short and accentuating her hour-glass figure perfectly. The thing about Carol that will capture every man’s attention will be her 38D sexy figure.
Venue: Hotel Ball
A bit on my brother-in-law Zac. Married to my wife’s elder sister, Carol for a few years. No kids yet. Zac is a soft-spoken man, easy-going and sometimes I even find him somewhat hen-pecked. Aged 37, a number of years older than us, but due to his soft character, he is always seen at the backdrop of his more domineering wife, Carol. Zac is also from the Banking industry, a VP at one of the local banks.
“Hi Wilson, congratulations. I heard about the good news.”
We manage to do some courtesy exchanges before I am pulled away to some other industry heavyweights who want to congratulate me.
I sneak a peep at my sister-in-law this evening from the back. She is wearing a luminous silver cocktail dress which is incredibly short and accentuating her hour-glass figure perfectly. The thing about Carol that will capture every man’s attention will be her 38D sexy figure.
...
As the night goes on, the ballroom is getting crowded and there are instances where I will be separated from Claire on and off. Good thing that although Claire is a school teacher, she has no issue of carrying herself well at such functions.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, now let’s welcome the winner of this year’s Banker of the Year, Wilson on stage to receive his award!”
As usual I give my congratulatory speech, and when I get off the stage, I am surrounded by heaps of people in the industry who come forward to well-wish and congratulate me. Some are old friends, some I don’t even know them.
Soon it is the turn for the top award for the night. The emcee takes to the stage and announces: “the Top Private Bank for the Year goes to…….”
It’s our bank! Everyone from our bank goes up to the stage to receive the award, led by our boss Stuart. We are so elated with the surprise win. In fact, this is the first time we won this award as there is an incumbent MNC bank which always nabs this award.
Stuart is so happy with the win that he gathers all of us together after we get off the stage.
“Guys, this is such a happy night. I have just activated the rest of the guys from office. Told Brenda to inform all the secretaries to call up everyone to meet at Disco W at 11 pm later to celebrate our fantastic victory. This ball will end around 10 plus and we can then make our way there later together. Today is Friday so no one is to come up with any excuse. All must go ok? Company expense. All partners and spouses please bring them along. I have booked the whole place at the private level of Disco W. So now all go and enjoy the ball. See all of you at Disco W later.”
It is around 9.30 pm now. About 1 hour more to the official end of the ball. The awards ceremony has become a dance ball now for celebration.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, now let’s welcome the winner of this year’s Banker of the Year, Wilson on stage to receive his award!”
As usual I give my congratulatory speech, and when I get off the stage, I am surrounded by heaps of people in the industry who come forward to well-wish and congratulate me. Some are old friends, some I don’t even know them.
Soon it is the turn for the top award for the night. The emcee takes to the stage and announces: “the Top Private Bank for the Year goes to…….”
It’s our bank! Everyone from our bank goes up to the stage to receive the award, led by our boss Stuart. We are so elated with the surprise win. In fact, this is the first time we won this award as there is an incumbent MNC bank which always nabs this award.
Stuart is so happy with the win that he gathers all of us together after we get off the stage.
“Guys, this is such a happy night. I have just activated the rest of the guys from office. Told Brenda to inform all the secretaries to call up everyone to meet at Disco W at 11 pm later to celebrate our fantastic victory. This ball will end around 10 plus and we can then make our way there later together. Today is Friday so no one is to come up with any excuse. All must go ok? Company expense. All partners and spouses please bring them along. I have booked the whole place at the private level of Disco W. So now all go and enjoy the ball. See all of you at Disco W later.”
It is around 9.30 pm now. About 1 hour more to the official end of the ball. The awards ceremony has become a dance ball now for celebration.
...
Time: Friday evening
Venue: Hotel Ball
9.40 pm
I have known Carol for as almost as long as I have known Claire. We met at a dinner with Claire’s family when we decided to go steady many years back. Carol was with another boyfriend then but broke up with that guy subsequently, got to know Zac and got married with him around the same time with me and Claire.
I always know Carol is an attractive woman but I have never seen her as a sexy symbol. Tonight is different. Looking at her back view, pulling me to the dance floor, is a sight to behold. Her short dress is showing every curve of her body. Her breasts are huge and bouncy and her butt is high and firm. I am having a hard time taking my eyes away from her body and not staring. The thoughts I am having now should not have been the thoughts of a brother-in-law.
“Carol, I can’t really dance. Zac and Claire are over there. I am going to look for them. What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry it’s very easy. I will teach you. Just follow my footsteps.”
At the dance floor, Carol puts one of my hands at her waist and holds my other hand with her hand. Her other hand is resting on my shoulder. We move a few steps across the floor and it is very awkward.
“Wilson, you are too rigid and standing too far away from me. Just hold me closer and feel my body and move together as one.”
Carol says in a nonchalant manner and her attention is elsewhere. She is looking towards the direction of a faraway corner.
I look towards where Carol is looking; it’s in the direction of Zac and Claire.
“Carol, what are you looking at?”
“Just follow my lead first. I will tell you later.”
“Ouch!” I have a misstep and step onto her toes.
“Sorry sorry I told you I am not good at this.”
“Wilson, just pull me close and follow my movement.”
Carol is still putting her attention at Zac and Claire and seems to be using me as a stand-in dance partner.
She moves closer towards me until I can feel her body touching me. She takes my hand that is in her hand and puts it at her waist as well. She grabs both the hands on her waist and move them closer to each other across her back. And her two hands go around my neck, hug around it and pull my whole body into hers. So there we are, with my hands around her waist and her hands hugging my neck, and the two bodies clasped together.
I can feel the swell of her breast against my chest and my nose is so near her hair that I can smell the womanly scent of her hair. With the subtle swaying of our bodies to the tune of the music, I can feel my cock starting to stir in my pants. I am trying to suppress this sensation as it embarrasses me to be caught in this situation with my sister-in-law.
I try to pull my body away but every time I try doing that, Carol would stop me. Her sexy body is rubbing against my groin and my cock is getting harder and harder. I know sooner or later, Carol is going to feel it and I am right.
The music is still playing when she suddenly stops moving. She turns her head slowly away from the direction of her husband and sister, towards me. She looks into my eyes and I can see her worried look. Her face turns red as she can feel my totally stiff cock pushing towards her body as our body hug together.
“I’m…. sorry…..I can’t control it….I didn’t mean for this to happen….”
This is what came out from my mouth, but I am actually loving the feel of her body against me. My cock is pressed into her lower body while her breasts are pressed into my chest. It’s as if time has stopped at this moment as we stand still in this position.
Slowly, faintly but surely, I can feel her nipples, as they become hard.
Venue: Hotel Ball
9.40 pm
I have known Carol for as almost as long as I have known Claire. We met at a dinner with Claire’s family when we decided to go steady many years back. Carol was with another boyfriend then but broke up with that guy subsequently, got to know Zac and got married with him around the same time with me and Claire.
I always know Carol is an attractive woman but I have never seen her as a sexy symbol. Tonight is different. Looking at her back view, pulling me to the dance floor, is a sight to behold. Her short dress is showing every curve of her body. Her breasts are huge and bouncy and her butt is high and firm. I am having a hard time taking my eyes away from her body and not staring. The thoughts I am having now should not have been the thoughts of a brother-in-law.
“Carol, I can’t really dance. Zac and Claire are over there. I am going to look for them. What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry it’s very easy. I will teach you. Just follow my footsteps.”
At the dance floor, Carol puts one of my hands at her waist and holds my other hand with her hand. Her other hand is resting on my shoulder. We move a few steps across the floor and it is very awkward.
“Wilson, you are too rigid and standing too far away from me. Just hold me closer and feel my body and move together as one.”
Carol says in a nonchalant manner and her attention is elsewhere. She is looking towards the direction of a faraway corner.
I look towards where Carol is looking; it’s in the direction of Zac and Claire.
“Carol, what are you looking at?”
“Just follow my lead first. I will tell you later.”
“Ouch!” I have a misstep and step onto her toes.
“Sorry sorry I told you I am not good at this.”
“Wilson, just pull me close and follow my movement.”
Carol is still putting her attention at Zac and Claire and seems to be using me as a stand-in dance partner.
She moves closer towards me until I can feel her body touching me. She takes my hand that is in her hand and puts it at her waist as well. She grabs both the hands on her waist and move them closer to each other across her back. And her two hands go around my neck, hug around it and pull my whole body into hers. So there we are, with my hands around her waist and her hands hugging my neck, and the two bodies clasped together.
I can feel the swell of her breast against my chest and my nose is so near her hair that I can smell the womanly scent of her hair. With the subtle swaying of our bodies to the tune of the music, I can feel my cock starting to stir in my pants. I am trying to suppress this sensation as it embarrasses me to be caught in this situation with my sister-in-law.
I try to pull my body away but every time I try doing that, Carol would stop me. Her sexy body is rubbing against my groin and my cock is getting harder and harder. I know sooner or later, Carol is going to feel it and I am right.
The music is still playing when she suddenly stops moving. She turns her head slowly away from the direction of her husband and sister, towards me. She looks into my eyes and I can see her worried look. Her face turns red as she can feel my totally stiff cock pushing towards her body as our body hug together.
“I’m…. sorry…..I can’t control it….I didn’t mean for this to happen….”
This is what came out from my mouth, but I am actually loving the feel of her body against me. My cock is pressed into her lower body while her breasts are pressed into my chest. It’s as if time has stopped at this moment as we stand still in this position.
Slowly, faintly but surely, I can feel her nipples, as they become hard.
...
Time: Friday evening
Venue: Hotel Ball
We pause in our position for a few seconds which feels like eternity to me. I am very much expecting Carol to break off from our dance and push me away.
Seeing no movement from Carol, I thought I should be a good gentleman, a good brother-in-law to break this awkward situation. I almost want to let go of my hands on her waist but she murmurs softly, “Don’t be sorry. I just never expect to have that kind of effect on you.”
With that, Carol closes her eyes and starts moving to the music again. At first, my whole body is still stiff and clumsy, but slowly I begin to let go of myself and immerse myself in the music and surroundings.
The whole ballroom is now nicely darkened with a number of slow music numbers playing in the background. There are even smoky effects coming out from the dry ice spray around the dance floor. Not sure if it’s the dim lighting, or the alcohol, or just simply the effect of this sexy dancing with my sister-in-law, I am getting oblivious to the surroundings. I can no longer see Claire and Zac at the far corner as the dry ice and dim lightings is causing low visibility.
Our bodies start to sway with the music. I am enjoying more and more the feel of Carol’s soft and supple body against mine. It seems like every part of our bodies are made for each other and filling up every single space between us. My bodies are literally pressed into each other with no space in between.
My rock-hard dick is filling itself nicely into a v-shaped space between her legs and the friction of her soft body is causing it to be hard beyond imagination. We pull each other close, our bodies seemingly to join, our flesh all filling each other.
The gyration to the music is not helping matters and I am getting more and more aroused. I know Carol is feeling the same as her face is totally flushed now and her breathing is getting heavier and heavier. There are even a couple of instances when I thought I heard soft gasps of breath when my dick presses deeper into her body.
I let my hands down from her waists, moving further down into her hips, and pulling her even more tightly into me. When my dick pushes its max into her groin, she opens her eyes in surprise, takes in a sharp intake of air and lets out a soft moan uncontrollably. That moan is so sexy. I have never known Carol can let out such a sexy sound.
My fingers spread themselves nicely across her firm fleshy ass, kneading slowly against the soft, smooth fabric of her mini-dress. I try to move further south and that first touch of bare skin on her thigh sends electricity down my body. I am groping her ass in wild abandonment, and in the process, grinding my cock against her groin.
Under the camouflage of the dim lighting and our close bodies, I move my right hand to the front in one quick moment, go under the hem of her mini-dress and push upwards. When my hand touches her panties, her eyes grow wide and she looks into my eyes with great intensity. Her face moves towards mine and rest her head onto my shoulder, facing inwards to my ear.
I move my hand to rub against the panties to her tight opening. Carol is getting wet down there. I can feel the dampness of her panties at her pussy area. I slide my index and middle fingers into the fabric at her opening, trying to finger her. Carol is blowing her breath into my ears and giving out gasps of moans uncontrollably. My fingers start to slide in and out of her hot and wet pussy, albeit with the restrictions of the panties cloth; finger-fucking her in tandem to the music on the dance floor. I can feel her wetness flowing out of her vagina hole.
Carol is losing her balance and leans her weight onto me. She pushes her forehead into my chest as I finger-fuck her furiously. I am showing no mercy for her helplessness nor showing any care whether the people around us can see us. Suddenly, I feel her whole body shuddering and she explodes onto my fingers, drenching them with her juices. I slow down my finger thrusting action as her spasms slowly subsides.
Her two hands clutch at my arm to steady her and move her head to my ear.
“I…….. know...... we shouldn't……. but….. I need you…… inside me….... let’s find…… a quiet corner.”
Venue: Hotel Ball
We pause in our position for a few seconds which feels like eternity to me. I am very much expecting Carol to break off from our dance and push me away.
Seeing no movement from Carol, I thought I should be a good gentleman, a good brother-in-law to break this awkward situation. I almost want to let go of my hands on her waist but she murmurs softly, “Don’t be sorry. I just never expect to have that kind of effect on you.”
With that, Carol closes her eyes and starts moving to the music again. At first, my whole body is still stiff and clumsy, but slowly I begin to let go of myself and immerse myself in the music and surroundings.
The whole ballroom is now nicely darkened with a number of slow music numbers playing in the background. There are even smoky effects coming out from the dry ice spray around the dance floor. Not sure if it’s the dim lighting, or the alcohol, or just simply the effect of this sexy dancing with my sister-in-law, I am getting oblivious to the surroundings. I can no longer see Claire and Zac at the far corner as the dry ice and dim lightings is causing low visibility.
Our bodies start to sway with the music. I am enjoying more and more the feel of Carol’s soft and supple body against mine. It seems like every part of our bodies are made for each other and filling up every single space between us. My bodies are literally pressed into each other with no space in between.
My rock-hard dick is filling itself nicely into a v-shaped space between her legs and the friction of her soft body is causing it to be hard beyond imagination. We pull each other close, our bodies seemingly to join, our flesh all filling each other.
The gyration to the music is not helping matters and I am getting more and more aroused. I know Carol is feeling the same as her face is totally flushed now and her breathing is getting heavier and heavier. There are even a couple of instances when I thought I heard soft gasps of breath when my dick presses deeper into her body.
I let my hands down from her waists, moving further down into her hips, and pulling her even more tightly into me. When my dick pushes its max into her groin, she opens her eyes in surprise, takes in a sharp intake of air and lets out a soft moan uncontrollably. That moan is so sexy. I have never known Carol can let out such a sexy sound.
My fingers spread themselves nicely across her firm fleshy ass, kneading slowly against the soft, smooth fabric of her mini-dress. I try to move further south and that first touch of bare skin on her thigh sends electricity down my body. I am groping her ass in wild abandonment, and in the process, grinding my cock against her groin.
Under the camouflage of the dim lighting and our close bodies, I move my right hand to the front in one quick moment, go under the hem of her mini-dress and push upwards. When my hand touches her panties, her eyes grow wide and she looks into my eyes with great intensity. Her face moves towards mine and rest her head onto my shoulder, facing inwards to my ear.
I move my hand to rub against the panties to her tight opening. Carol is getting wet down there. I can feel the dampness of her panties at her pussy area. I slide my index and middle fingers into the fabric at her opening, trying to finger her. Carol is blowing her breath into my ears and giving out gasps of moans uncontrollably. My fingers start to slide in and out of her hot and wet pussy, albeit with the restrictions of the panties cloth; finger-fucking her in tandem to the music on the dance floor. I can feel her wetness flowing out of her vagina hole.
Carol is losing her balance and leans her weight onto me. She pushes her forehead into my chest as I finger-fuck her furiously. I am showing no mercy for her helplessness nor showing any care whether the people around us can see us. Suddenly, I feel her whole body shuddering and she explodes onto my fingers, drenching them with her juices. I slow down my finger thrusting action as her spasms slowly subsides.
Her two hands clutch at my arm to steady her and move her head to my ear.
“I…….. know...... we shouldn't……. but….. I need you…… inside me….... let’s find…… a quiet corner.”
...
Time: Friday evening
Venue: Hotel
We manage to push ourselves out of the ballroom from the dance crowd. There are people everywhere. We are scrambling around like two headless chickens, oblivious to the people around, just focusing intently on finding a quiet corner.
I am holding onto Carol’s hand, pulling her along with me. My whole body is burning with desire; I know hers is burning with the same lust. We are both on fire. We need to extinguish this fire fast, and we know we don’t have much time left as our partners would be soon looking for us.
We go up the escalator two floors higher than the ballroom. There seem to be no one around this floor. The only ballroom on this level is closed. Great, finally we have some privacy, but we can’t be really fucking each other in public like this. I try to open the ballroom door but it’s locked.
We are getting a bit desperate until our eyes lock on a common target. Carol gives me a knowing look and we dash towards it.
We are in a hurry, we know we have to make this real quick, if it is to happen at all. We push open the door to the handicap toilet and quickly lock it behind us.
The moment the door is closed, we have no hesitation. Our lips meet roughly and lock onto each other with wild passion. We are sucking onto each other’s tongue and our hands are all over each other bodies.
Her supple body is crushed against my chest and my growing erection is rubbing against her groin. I have always known that Carol has a good figure but I never knew they are so good. This is the first time I lay my hands on such a big pair of boobs. My hands are grabbing her breasts through her dress and bra.
“We need to hurry” Carol says, while pulling her dress over her body to unveil her glorious figure. I immediately unhook her bra to expose her 38D twin peaks.
They are so beautiful. They are incredible. Those tremendous breasts. What a sight. I feel my cock getting bigger and bigger, almost to the extent of bursting. I am grabbing the two mounds and sucking roughly on her pointed nipples, rotating between the left and right. They taste so good. They feel so good on my tongue when it swirls around them and lick and suckle on them.
“Carol, your breasts are so beautiful. I need to fuck them.”
With that, I push Carol onto the floor and unzip my pants to let fly my suppressed cock. I place my cock in the valley between the two mounds and squeeze them together. The two mounds feel so good engulfing my cock among them. So soft yet so firm. So smooth yet so warm. I start to rock my hips back and forth, fucking Carol tits. I have never done this before. It feels so good. I am sure this is the first time that Carol is doing this as her face is one of surprise and bemusement.
Carol’s face look so sexy when my cock is sliding in and out of her breasts. Her mouth is open with heavy breathing as she is getting aroused by my action.
“You like this huh? You like the way my big cock is sliding between your breasts huh? Have you always been wanting this?”
Carol seems taken aback by my dirty talking and she is keeping quiet.
Strangely, the talk is aiming at her but it is actually turning me on further and I feel my lust rising. I pull my cock out from her breasts and move up so that it is at her sexy face. I hold it at the base while rubbing it all over her face.
“Carol, you want to put this in your mouth? Feel how big it is when I slide it across your lips. You want to suck it like your sister did. That’s what you have been thinking about isn’t it? Come on, tell me what you want!”
Carol is totally shocked by my dirty talking now, looking at me helplessly with her two wide eyes.
“Carol, I know you have always wanted this. You want to suck the cock of your sister’s husband right? You have the chance now, you only have to say it.”
“I….want….to suck…..your cock”
“Whose cock?”
“Wilson’s. My sister Claire’s hus…”
Before she can finish the sentence, I push my cock into her open mouth.
“Now open your mouth fully and start sucking like your sister. Your sister loves to suck on this cock.”
Carol devours on my cock hungrily. For the next 5 minutes she licks, kisses and sucks every centimetres of my cock and balls.
I know I cannot last too long with this stimulation. It is too arousing to first tits fuck your sexy sister-in-law followed by her sucking on your cock.
“Carol, I need to put this into you now.”
Carol lets go of my cock from her mouth, stands up, turns around, pulls down her panties and braces herself against the sink. This sight is godly. My sister-in-law’s sexy butt is staring at me blankly, inviting me to fuck her. I push my cock into her in one thrust and Carol lets go of a long, deliberate moan “Arrgghhhh it feels so goooood”
My cock feels so full in her tight pussy. I start pumping slowly in and out of her. When I hear her moan, I will move faster and harder, slamming into her with each thrust. Her pussy juice is gushing out all over my cock as her wet, hot cunt is milking my whole girth.
I am doing Carol in doggie style, with her supporting herself on the sink and seeing her aroused face through the mirror. She looks so sexy, so wanton, so different from the normal, cold Carol that I have always known. My hands move forward to grab her glorious breasts, and pump faster and faster.
My balls are slapping against her now as I slam into her and I am getting close. I can feel Carol close to cumming as well, as her moans are getting louder and her body is twitching with delight. She turns her head towards me and says, “I am cumming soon. Cum into me too. I want to feel you inside me”
"You want me to cum into you? Just like how I cum into your sister? You want the same cum to be inside you, the same as your sister?"
I am so close to cumming now. I feel her muscles contracting around me, I know she is cumming as her whole body is twitching with spasms now, and at this instance, I let go and shoot my load deep inside her, sending her into another orgasm together with me.
Venue: Hotel
We manage to push ourselves out of the ballroom from the dance crowd. There are people everywhere. We are scrambling around like two headless chickens, oblivious to the people around, just focusing intently on finding a quiet corner.
I am holding onto Carol’s hand, pulling her along with me. My whole body is burning with desire; I know hers is burning with the same lust. We are both on fire. We need to extinguish this fire fast, and we know we don’t have much time left as our partners would be soon looking for us.
We go up the escalator two floors higher than the ballroom. There seem to be no one around this floor. The only ballroom on this level is closed. Great, finally we have some privacy, but we can’t be really fucking each other in public like this. I try to open the ballroom door but it’s locked.
We are getting a bit desperate until our eyes lock on a common target. Carol gives me a knowing look and we dash towards it.
We are in a hurry, we know we have to make this real quick, if it is to happen at all. We push open the door to the handicap toilet and quickly lock it behind us.
The moment the door is closed, we have no hesitation. Our lips meet roughly and lock onto each other with wild passion. We are sucking onto each other’s tongue and our hands are all over each other bodies.
Her supple body is crushed against my chest and my growing erection is rubbing against her groin. I have always known that Carol has a good figure but I never knew they are so good. This is the first time I lay my hands on such a big pair of boobs. My hands are grabbing her breasts through her dress and bra.
“We need to hurry” Carol says, while pulling her dress over her body to unveil her glorious figure. I immediately unhook her bra to expose her 38D twin peaks.
They are so beautiful. They are incredible. Those tremendous breasts. What a sight. I feel my cock getting bigger and bigger, almost to the extent of bursting. I am grabbing the two mounds and sucking roughly on her pointed nipples, rotating between the left and right. They taste so good. They feel so good on my tongue when it swirls around them and lick and suckle on them.
“Carol, your breasts are so beautiful. I need to fuck them.”
With that, I push Carol onto the floor and unzip my pants to let fly my suppressed cock. I place my cock in the valley between the two mounds and squeeze them together. The two mounds feel so good engulfing my cock among them. So soft yet so firm. So smooth yet so warm. I start to rock my hips back and forth, fucking Carol tits. I have never done this before. It feels so good. I am sure this is the first time that Carol is doing this as her face is one of surprise and bemusement.
Carol’s face look so sexy when my cock is sliding in and out of her breasts. Her mouth is open with heavy breathing as she is getting aroused by my action.
“You like this huh? You like the way my big cock is sliding between your breasts huh? Have you always been wanting this?”
Carol seems taken aback by my dirty talking and she is keeping quiet.
Strangely, the talk is aiming at her but it is actually turning me on further and I feel my lust rising. I pull my cock out from her breasts and move up so that it is at her sexy face. I hold it at the base while rubbing it all over her face.
“Carol, you want to put this in your mouth? Feel how big it is when I slide it across your lips. You want to suck it like your sister did. That’s what you have been thinking about isn’t it? Come on, tell me what you want!”
Carol is totally shocked by my dirty talking now, looking at me helplessly with her two wide eyes.
“Carol, I know you have always wanted this. You want to suck the cock of your sister’s husband right? You have the chance now, you only have to say it.”
“I….want….to suck…..your cock”
“Whose cock?”
“Wilson’s. My sister Claire’s hus…”
Before she can finish the sentence, I push my cock into her open mouth.
“Now open your mouth fully and start sucking like your sister. Your sister loves to suck on this cock.”
Carol devours on my cock hungrily. For the next 5 minutes she licks, kisses and sucks every centimetres of my cock and balls.
I know I cannot last too long with this stimulation. It is too arousing to first tits fuck your sexy sister-in-law followed by her sucking on your cock.
“Carol, I need to put this into you now.”
Carol lets go of my cock from her mouth, stands up, turns around, pulls down her panties and braces herself against the sink. This sight is godly. My sister-in-law’s sexy butt is staring at me blankly, inviting me to fuck her. I push my cock into her in one thrust and Carol lets go of a long, deliberate moan “Arrgghhhh it feels so goooood”
My cock feels so full in her tight pussy. I start pumping slowly in and out of her. When I hear her moan, I will move faster and harder, slamming into her with each thrust. Her pussy juice is gushing out all over my cock as her wet, hot cunt is milking my whole girth.
I am doing Carol in doggie style, with her supporting herself on the sink and seeing her aroused face through the mirror. She looks so sexy, so wanton, so different from the normal, cold Carol that I have always known. My hands move forward to grab her glorious breasts, and pump faster and faster.
My balls are slapping against her now as I slam into her and I am getting close. I can feel Carol close to cumming as well, as her moans are getting louder and her body is twitching with delight. She turns her head towards me and says, “I am cumming soon. Cum into me too. I want to feel you inside me”
"You want me to cum into you? Just like how I cum into your sister? You want the same cum to be inside you, the same as your sister?"
I am so close to cumming now. I feel her muscles contracting around me, I know she is cumming as her whole body is twitching with spasms now, and at this instance, I let go and shoot my load deep inside her, sending her into another orgasm together with me.
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Time: Friday night
Venue: Handicap toilet
With the sexual urges gone from the climax, Carol and I have regained our senses and are tidying up our respective clothing in total silence. Once we are done, we give each other a little nod of our head and slowly open the toilet door, peering out from the little crevice to make sure no one is around. Only when the coast is confirmed clear do we open the door fully and walk out.
Carol is walking two steps in front of me. We have not uttered a single word since I released my shot into her, with her reaching her orgasm at the same time. Looking at her sexy bosom now makes me wonder if it was just a dream – did I really push my cock into that sexy ass of my sister-in-law? It just seems so surreal. That butt looks so inviting again. How great it would be if I can fuck that ass again.
Carol suddenly stops in her track, breaking me out from my lustful thoughts.
“No one is to know what had happened. And let’s forget about whatever has happened.”
My mind is still in a dazzled state and the only response I can muster is a silly smile with a shrug of my shoulders.
“Let’s go look for Zac and Claire.”
The mention of Zac and Claire. Yes, why was Carol trying to spy on them just now?
“Carol, why are you checking out Zac and Claire just now?”
My question stops Carol in her track and she pauses there.
“Err…..well……I also don’t know how to put it……”
“What do you mean?”
“Actually I have no idea what exactly has happened. You know, we went to Bangkok together. We are having quite a bit of fun together touring around. But something happened on the last day of the trip and Claire and Zac become very distant and awkward after that. The moment we reach home, Claire packs her stuff from my house and calls you to fetch her back. I find that very weird but no matter how I ask Claire or Zac, both of them just said nothing.”
“You….you…suspect ….something is going on between the two …of them…..like ….something…..illicit?”
“No no no. I have faith in Claire and I trust my husband. But something has happened which I just can’t put a finger to it.”
My curiosity is totally aroused now. I need to find Claire quickly to find out what exactly happened.
Venue: Handicap toilet
With the sexual urges gone from the climax, Carol and I have regained our senses and are tidying up our respective clothing in total silence. Once we are done, we give each other a little nod of our head and slowly open the toilet door, peering out from the little crevice to make sure no one is around. Only when the coast is confirmed clear do we open the door fully and walk out.
Carol is walking two steps in front of me. We have not uttered a single word since I released my shot into her, with her reaching her orgasm at the same time. Looking at her sexy bosom now makes me wonder if it was just a dream – did I really push my cock into that sexy ass of my sister-in-law? It just seems so surreal. That butt looks so inviting again. How great it would be if I can fuck that ass again.
Carol suddenly stops in her track, breaking me out from my lustful thoughts.
“No one is to know what had happened. And let’s forget about whatever has happened.”
My mind is still in a dazzled state and the only response I can muster is a silly smile with a shrug of my shoulders.
“Let’s go look for Zac and Claire.”
The mention of Zac and Claire. Yes, why was Carol trying to spy on them just now?
“Carol, why are you checking out Zac and Claire just now?”
My question stops Carol in her track and she pauses there.
“Err…..well……I also don’t know how to put it……”
“What do you mean?”
“Actually I have no idea what exactly has happened. You know, we went to Bangkok together. We are having quite a bit of fun together touring around. But something happened on the last day of the trip and Claire and Zac become very distant and awkward after that. The moment we reach home, Claire packs her stuff from my house and calls you to fetch her back. I find that very weird but no matter how I ask Claire or Zac, both of them just said nothing.”
“You….you…suspect ….something is going on between the two …of them…..like ….something…..illicit?”
“No no no. I have faith in Claire and I trust my husband. But something has happened which I just can’t put a finger to it.”
My curiosity is totally aroused now. I need to find Claire quickly to find out what exactly happened.
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Time: Friday night
Venue: My car
10.30 pm.
The gala ceremony has ended.
Me and Claire are in my car. We are making our way to Disco W to celebrate our awards with my colleagues.
Throughout the journey, my mind keeps thinking about what Carol has told me. Thousand and one scenarios keep flipping through my mind. Zac and Claire. I just can’t believe anything could have happened between them….. but nothing can be certain in this world. But I trust my wife.
My car turns into the multi-storey carpark of Disco W.
“Dear, there are empty lots at level 3. Why are you continuing going up?”
I purposely drive past the empty lots and continue up the spiral and only stops at the top level of the carpark where I know no cars will come up, yet.
“Dear, I need to talk to you.”
“What’s the matter?” Claire is looking at me in a concerned manner.
“Dear I need you to be 100% truthful with me.” I speak in a low and measured tone.
Claire is looking more and more concerned.
“I need you to tell me what exactly happened between Zac and you.”
Claire’s concerned expression is instantly replaced by a look of worry and hesitation.
“Nothing has ….. happened….Everythi…..”
“Please don’t lie to me please. You are making me very worried.”
Claire pauses and draws into a deep thought. With a deep breath of air, she continues.
“Ok dear. I will tell you. But please do not be angry and please keep this a secret. I don’t want this to affect my relationship with Carol.”
“Errr ok. Whatever you have just said doesn’t make me any less worried. But please continue.”
“Dear don’t be mistaken. I am 100% faithful to you. You know, me, Carol and Zac went to Bangkok together. It was all fun and Zac has been a real good brother-in-law, always looking out for us and taking care of every little things.
You know Zac. He is always that soft-spoken, that mild-mannered, sometimes I even find him a little hen-pecked, knowing how domineering my sis can be. Carol is always the one making all the decisions at the trip and Zac will just follow her instructions. For our hotel rooms, we have two rooms, with Carol sharing a room with me and Zac staying on his own. Carol is really a nice sister as she wants to spend more time with me, thus this arrangement.
I don’t even have much chance to talk to Zac as you know he is a man of few words and possibly due to our 12-years age gap, I have nothing much to speak to him as well. However as the days pass, I start to sense he is looking at me in a very weird way, but I can’t really describe it.
Then came the last day of the trip. We were supposed to visit an ancient Buddhist temple together but Zac woke up having a bad headache. So me and Carol decided to go ahead with the temple visit ourselves and left Zac alone in his hotel room to rest.
So we went to have our breakfast at the hotel restaurant before booking the day trip at the hotel concierge. While waiting for the tour bus, I suddenly recalled I forgot to bring my umbrella and seeing that we still have about 10 minutes to departure time, I went up back to my room to get my umbrella while Carol waited at the lobby in case the tour bus comes to pick us.
When I almost reached my hotel room, I saw a “Do not disturb” tag on the door knob, which was weird as I did not remember putting that tag. I walked nearer to the door and before I tapped my door card, I noticed that the door was slightly ajar.
I peeked through the door opening and I saw a silhouette standing by my bed. The person was rampaging through the bag I used to keep my dirty laundry. I adjusted my angle to see who that person was. The sight shocked me. It was Zac.
I was totally shocked and I was unsure of what to do. So I just stood there dumbly and watched the events unfold itself in front of me.
Now Zac had the crotch of my panties at his nose. They were a bright pink pair of silk panties. He seemed to be in ecstasy sniffing at my panties. He flipped the panties inside out and breathed deeply, inhaling the smell that lingered in the fabric of my crotch. I could see his cock was bulging against his shorts at this point.
Zac went back to the bag and took out another pair of white cotton panties that had a light smear in the crotch. I remembered that particular pair of panties. I was getting a bit frisky that night while sleeping and I rubbed myself a bit through the panties, hence leaving some of my juices in the panties. He seemed to have found a treasure as his eyes lit up. He held the panties up to his mouth and licked it tentatively. Whatever the taste was, Zac seemed to like it as he started to lick and smell the panties aggressively and he let out an uncontrollable murmur of “So this is how you smell and taste like, Claire"
I was taken aback by what I heard, but I just stood there stone-casted. Zac then pulled down his shorts and lay down on the bed, totally stark naked from his waist down. He was holding onto my pink panties in one hand and my white panties in the other. Suddenly he sat up again, as if he suddenly thought of something. I thought he had discovered me peeking at him. But no, he went down to the bag again and took out a pair of my black bra.
Zac buried his whole face into one of the cup of the bra and sniffed at it hard. It seemed to send another wave of energy shock through his body as I could see him shudder a bit. He lay down again, covering his eyes with my bra, holding my pink panties to his nose, and wrapping my white panties around his fully erect cock. He started stroking himself using my panties, with his mouth constantly whispering my name.
Zac was tugging furiously at his penis and his groans and grunts were getting more and more aroused.
Lewd phrases were coming out from his mouth…… Claire, fuck me. Claire, I want to lick your sweet pussy. Claire, I am tasting your pussy juice. You taste so sweet. My cock is going to fill your hole fully. My cock is going to satisfy your hot and empty hole. Claire, take my cock in that little mouth of yours. Suck it. I am going to fuck you hard and wet. Claire, scream for me…..all sorts of lustful and lewd description of the things he wanted to do to me.
He seemed to be reaching the point of ejaculation as his breathing became more rapid and his face was redder and redder and at this moment, he shot out jism and jism of hot cum into my panties, with him saying, “I am cumming into you Claire. I am cumming into your hot pussy.”
Just as I was totally engrossed in the scene in front of me, I could sense someone walking close towards me and I turned to look who it was.
“Is everything alright? Do you need housekeeping?” The housekeeping auntie asked me in a concerned voice.
“Nope. Thanks.”
That was all I could mutter and the housekeeping auntie continued on her rounds. However that little commotion had exposed myself to Zac inside the room. The next moment, Zac opened the door. At that instance, I could see the shock in his eyes as he realised that he had not closed the door properly and his act had been uncovered by me. He dared not look at me with his eyes and muttered that he was trying to look for some medication from Carol’s bag and he was going to sleep at his room and walked off.
My stuff had been put back into the bag, but the pair of white panties was missing. Zac must have taken it as it was still wet with his cum.”
Venue: My car
10.30 pm.
The gala ceremony has ended.
Me and Claire are in my car. We are making our way to Disco W to celebrate our awards with my colleagues.
Throughout the journey, my mind keeps thinking about what Carol has told me. Thousand and one scenarios keep flipping through my mind. Zac and Claire. I just can’t believe anything could have happened between them….. but nothing can be certain in this world. But I trust my wife.
My car turns into the multi-storey carpark of Disco W.
“Dear, there are empty lots at level 3. Why are you continuing going up?”
I purposely drive past the empty lots and continue up the spiral and only stops at the top level of the carpark where I know no cars will come up, yet.
“Dear, I need to talk to you.”
“What’s the matter?” Claire is looking at me in a concerned manner.
“Dear I need you to be 100% truthful with me.” I speak in a low and measured tone.
Claire is looking more and more concerned.
“I need you to tell me what exactly happened between Zac and you.”
Claire’s concerned expression is instantly replaced by a look of worry and hesitation.
“Nothing has ….. happened….Everythi…..”
“Please don’t lie to me please. You are making me very worried.”
Claire pauses and draws into a deep thought. With a deep breath of air, she continues.
“Ok dear. I will tell you. But please do not be angry and please keep this a secret. I don’t want this to affect my relationship with Carol.”
“Errr ok. Whatever you have just said doesn’t make me any less worried. But please continue.”
“Dear don’t be mistaken. I am 100% faithful to you. You know, me, Carol and Zac went to Bangkok together. It was all fun and Zac has been a real good brother-in-law, always looking out for us and taking care of every little things.
You know Zac. He is always that soft-spoken, that mild-mannered, sometimes I even find him a little hen-pecked, knowing how domineering my sis can be. Carol is always the one making all the decisions at the trip and Zac will just follow her instructions. For our hotel rooms, we have two rooms, with Carol sharing a room with me and Zac staying on his own. Carol is really a nice sister as she wants to spend more time with me, thus this arrangement.
I don’t even have much chance to talk to Zac as you know he is a man of few words and possibly due to our 12-years age gap, I have nothing much to speak to him as well. However as the days pass, I start to sense he is looking at me in a very weird way, but I can’t really describe it.
Then came the last day of the trip. We were supposed to visit an ancient Buddhist temple together but Zac woke up having a bad headache. So me and Carol decided to go ahead with the temple visit ourselves and left Zac alone in his hotel room to rest.
So we went to have our breakfast at the hotel restaurant before booking the day trip at the hotel concierge. While waiting for the tour bus, I suddenly recalled I forgot to bring my umbrella and seeing that we still have about 10 minutes to departure time, I went up back to my room to get my umbrella while Carol waited at the lobby in case the tour bus comes to pick us.
When I almost reached my hotel room, I saw a “Do not disturb” tag on the door knob, which was weird as I did not remember putting that tag. I walked nearer to the door and before I tapped my door card, I noticed that the door was slightly ajar.
I peeked through the door opening and I saw a silhouette standing by my bed. The person was rampaging through the bag I used to keep my dirty laundry. I adjusted my angle to see who that person was. The sight shocked me. It was Zac.
I was totally shocked and I was unsure of what to do. So I just stood there dumbly and watched the events unfold itself in front of me.
Now Zac had the crotch of my panties at his nose. They were a bright pink pair of silk panties. He seemed to be in ecstasy sniffing at my panties. He flipped the panties inside out and breathed deeply, inhaling the smell that lingered in the fabric of my crotch. I could see his cock was bulging against his shorts at this point.
Zac went back to the bag and took out another pair of white cotton panties that had a light smear in the crotch. I remembered that particular pair of panties. I was getting a bit frisky that night while sleeping and I rubbed myself a bit through the panties, hence leaving some of my juices in the panties. He seemed to have found a treasure as his eyes lit up. He held the panties up to his mouth and licked it tentatively. Whatever the taste was, Zac seemed to like it as he started to lick and smell the panties aggressively and he let out an uncontrollable murmur of “So this is how you smell and taste like, Claire"
I was taken aback by what I heard, but I just stood there stone-casted. Zac then pulled down his shorts and lay down on the bed, totally stark naked from his waist down. He was holding onto my pink panties in one hand and my white panties in the other. Suddenly he sat up again, as if he suddenly thought of something. I thought he had discovered me peeking at him. But no, he went down to the bag again and took out a pair of my black bra.
Zac buried his whole face into one of the cup of the bra and sniffed at it hard. It seemed to send another wave of energy shock through his body as I could see him shudder a bit. He lay down again, covering his eyes with my bra, holding my pink panties to his nose, and wrapping my white panties around his fully erect cock. He started stroking himself using my panties, with his mouth constantly whispering my name.
Zac was tugging furiously at his penis and his groans and grunts were getting more and more aroused.
Lewd phrases were coming out from his mouth…… Claire, fuck me. Claire, I want to lick your sweet pussy. Claire, I am tasting your pussy juice. You taste so sweet. My cock is going to fill your hole fully. My cock is going to satisfy your hot and empty hole. Claire, take my cock in that little mouth of yours. Suck it. I am going to fuck you hard and wet. Claire, scream for me…..all sorts of lustful and lewd description of the things he wanted to do to me.
He seemed to be reaching the point of ejaculation as his breathing became more rapid and his face was redder and redder and at this moment, he shot out jism and jism of hot cum into my panties, with him saying, “I am cumming into you Claire. I am cumming into your hot pussy.”
Just as I was totally engrossed in the scene in front of me, I could sense someone walking close towards me and I turned to look who it was.
“Is everything alright? Do you need housekeeping?” The housekeeping auntie asked me in a concerned voice.
“Nope. Thanks.”
That was all I could mutter and the housekeeping auntie continued on her rounds. However that little commotion had exposed myself to Zac inside the room. The next moment, Zac opened the door. At that instance, I could see the shock in his eyes as he realised that he had not closed the door properly and his act had been uncovered by me. He dared not look at me with his eyes and muttered that he was trying to look for some medication from Carol’s bag and he was going to sleep at his room and walked off.
My stuff had been put back into the bag, but the pair of white panties was missing. Zac must have taken it as it was still wet with his cum.”
Time: Friday night
Venue: Disco W
10.55 pm.
We walk in and look around the place.
Me and Claire are one of the latest to arrive as we have spent some time in our car talking, or rather listening to Claire’s story. I must admit that the encounter with Zac recounted by Claire has left me in an aroused state. I am sorry to admit that hearing about the husband of my wife’s sister sneaking around, sniffing my wife’s panties and jerking himself off to my wife’s panties has, rather than angered me, actually aroused me. I mean, Zac, who always appears so gentleman and such a loving husband, is actually eyeing the younger sister of his wife on the sly. Looks can be deceiving.
If I have more time, I would have wanted a quickie with Claire in my car. But the messages kept coming through my mobile phone, from Stuart, from Albert, from James, from Michelle, all asking where I am and when I am arriving. Hence I have no choice but to quickly make our way to the venue.
The disco is a fairly big place but due to the sheer number of people in our department, plus their other halves, the place looks crowded. My rough scan around the area estimates the number of people to be 100 thereabouts. Our department in itself has around 80 staff and adding the other halves which a lot of them have gamely brought along on a Friday night, 100 people in the disco won’t be too far off. Most of the staff has turned up. I guess part of the reason is because it’s a Friday night, and of course the other reason is that it’s such an important win for our bank by our department and specially organised by the big boss, Stuart, who would dare not to turn up.
From the look of things, the partying amongst the young people is already in full flow. Loud music, wild dancing, booze flowing. My hand is holding onto Claire tightly as we make our way towards the far end of the disco where Stuart and the other senior staff are sitting.
“Hey Wilson, where did you and Claire disappear to? Don’t tell me you lost your way here? Or you can’t stand it and have to squeeze in a little quickie with your sexy wife?” That’s Stuart speaking. You know how all these Ang Mohs behave when they are partying and high on alcohol. One look at his flushed-red face and you can tell he is already very, very high.
Stuart stands up gentlemanly to make way for me and Claire to sit down. I intentionally sit down beside Stuart so that Claire is away from him. Won’t want this lecher to be too near my lovely wife. Around this couch area seats myself and Claire, Stuart alone, Michelle and her husband Fred, James who is still single, Albert and his wife Belinda, who isn’t much a looker, and the other two AVPs in Michelle’s team, David and Eunice, who didn’t bring their partners along. Obviously the star attractions on this table are Claire and Michelle.
Both Claire and Michelle are dressed in tight fitting black mini-dresses that accentuate their sexy curves. Both their dresses stop way above their knee, showing off plenty of their creamy white thighs. The seams of their dresses can barely cover their modesty when they sit down. Did I mention that Claire and Michelle do actually look quite similar to each other? And their dressing today makes them even more similar under the disco lightings.
Venue: Disco W
10.55 pm.
We walk in and look around the place.
Me and Claire are one of the latest to arrive as we have spent some time in our car talking, or rather listening to Claire’s story. I must admit that the encounter with Zac recounted by Claire has left me in an aroused state. I am sorry to admit that hearing about the husband of my wife’s sister sneaking around, sniffing my wife’s panties and jerking himself off to my wife’s panties has, rather than angered me, actually aroused me. I mean, Zac, who always appears so gentleman and such a loving husband, is actually eyeing the younger sister of his wife on the sly. Looks can be deceiving.
If I have more time, I would have wanted a quickie with Claire in my car. But the messages kept coming through my mobile phone, from Stuart, from Albert, from James, from Michelle, all asking where I am and when I am arriving. Hence I have no choice but to quickly make our way to the venue.
The disco is a fairly big place but due to the sheer number of people in our department, plus their other halves, the place looks crowded. My rough scan around the area estimates the number of people to be 100 thereabouts. Our department in itself has around 80 staff and adding the other halves which a lot of them have gamely brought along on a Friday night, 100 people in the disco won’t be too far off. Most of the staff has turned up. I guess part of the reason is because it’s a Friday night, and of course the other reason is that it’s such an important win for our bank by our department and specially organised by the big boss, Stuart, who would dare not to turn up.
From the look of things, the partying amongst the young people is already in full flow. Loud music, wild dancing, booze flowing. My hand is holding onto Claire tightly as we make our way towards the far end of the disco where Stuart and the other senior staff are sitting.
“Hey Wilson, where did you and Claire disappear to? Don’t tell me you lost your way here? Or you can’t stand it and have to squeeze in a little quickie with your sexy wife?” That’s Stuart speaking. You know how all these Ang Mohs behave when they are partying and high on alcohol. One look at his flushed-red face and you can tell he is already very, very high.
Stuart stands up gentlemanly to make way for me and Claire to sit down. I intentionally sit down beside Stuart so that Claire is away from him. Won’t want this lecher to be too near my lovely wife. Around this couch area seats myself and Claire, Stuart alone, Michelle and her husband Fred, James who is still single, Albert and his wife Belinda, who isn’t much a looker, and the other two AVPs in Michelle’s team, David and Eunice, who didn’t bring their partners along. Obviously the star attractions on this table are Claire and Michelle.
Both Claire and Michelle are dressed in tight fitting black mini-dresses that accentuate their sexy curves. Both their dresses stop way above their knee, showing off plenty of their creamy white thighs. The seams of their dresses can barely cover their modesty when they sit down. Did I mention that Claire and Michelle do actually look quite similar to each other? And their dressing today makes them even more similar under the disco lightings.
In fact, my cock twitched a little in my pants when I see how sexy Michelle is today, possibly due to a combination of the story I heard in the car, the alcohol and the general fun mood that is always hanging in the air at such places.
We are seated in a circle round the table. On my side is Claire on my left and Stuart on my right. Right across us are Michelle, flanked either side by her husband Fred, and James.
Luckily we have Fred and James in our group because these two guys really liven up the mood. They are cracking jokes, sharing stories and basically just involving everyone in the group in their banter and laughter. Basically we are just chilling around, laughing at the two guys’ jokes and stories, with the booze constantly flowing and toasting.
Although Michelle, James and Albert have been my trusted AVPs (of course, Michelle is no longer so after promotion) for a few years, I actually do not know them at all beyond work. But I have heard quite a fair bit of stories about James being a party animal and his playboy lifestyle. Heard he likes to hang out a lot at night spots and his uncanny ability to pick up girls at such places. Even more surprising to me is that apparently Michelle’s husband, Fred is good buddy with James.
I have always been too focused in my work, single-mindedly focused about climbing the corporate ladder and I have never spent an extra ounce of energy socialising with others, especially with my subordinates. I only care about their work performance and nothing else. I have never known that James and Michelle and her husband are actually good friends on a personal basis.
Through the conversation, I realise that Fred and James are secondary school buddies, college buddies and during army, they even went to the same unit. Fred and James even know Michelle together at one of their friends’ gathering and apparently both went after her, with Fred winning her heart in the end. Fred was jesting about James being unhappy about him winning Michelle’s hand and that’s why he didn’t even turn up for their wedding, let alone being his best man. James is protesting in return that’s untrue, because he was down with chicken pox during their wedding. Those two guys are just digging at each other for fun.
As the banter continues and the alcohol keeps flowing, everyone seems to be getting a little tipsy and high. Stuart is the main instigator who keeps pouring the alcohol and getting everyone to drink.
I am also getting quite high from the alcohol and it is at this instance when I notice something.
That very quick uncrossing and crossing back of her legs.
We are seated in a circle round the table. On my side is Claire on my left and Stuart on my right. Right across us are Michelle, flanked either side by her husband Fred, and James.
Luckily we have Fred and James in our group because these two guys really liven up the mood. They are cracking jokes, sharing stories and basically just involving everyone in the group in their banter and laughter. Basically we are just chilling around, laughing at the two guys’ jokes and stories, with the booze constantly flowing and toasting.
Although Michelle, James and Albert have been my trusted AVPs (of course, Michelle is no longer so after promotion) for a few years, I actually do not know them at all beyond work. But I have heard quite a fair bit of stories about James being a party animal and his playboy lifestyle. Heard he likes to hang out a lot at night spots and his uncanny ability to pick up girls at such places. Even more surprising to me is that apparently Michelle’s husband, Fred is good buddy with James.
I have always been too focused in my work, single-mindedly focused about climbing the corporate ladder and I have never spent an extra ounce of energy socialising with others, especially with my subordinates. I only care about their work performance and nothing else. I have never known that James and Michelle and her husband are actually good friends on a personal basis.
Through the conversation, I realise that Fred and James are secondary school buddies, college buddies and during army, they even went to the same unit. Fred and James even know Michelle together at one of their friends’ gathering and apparently both went after her, with Fred winning her heart in the end. Fred was jesting about James being unhappy about him winning Michelle’s hand and that’s why he didn’t even turn up for their wedding, let alone being his best man. James is protesting in return that’s untrue, because he was down with chicken pox during their wedding. Those two guys are just digging at each other for fun.
As the banter continues and the alcohol keeps flowing, everyone seems to be getting a little tipsy and high. Stuart is the main instigator who keeps pouring the alcohol and getting everyone to drink.
I am also getting quite high from the alcohol and it is at this instance when I notice something.
That very quick uncrossing and crossing back of her legs.
Time: Friday night
Venue: Disco W
That very quick uncrossing and crossing back of her legs.
In that 1 split second, I catch a glimpse of white. That unmistakable flash of white against the black dress.
That causes my cock to spring to attention instantaneously.
My attention is suddenly drawn towards that tiny triangular area between Michelle’s legs. Her dress is so short that it barely covers her modesty. I have gotten so attracted by that split-second flash of her white panty that is so damn arousing. You know that kind of cheap thrill that men like, when they are doing something prohibitively, nothing utterly criminal but still wrong.
I am literally staring at that space between her legs, forgetting about the company around me. Michelle seems to sense that I am looking at her, dropping my eyes between her legs. She squeezes her thighs together even more tightly. That snaps me out of my dream-state. I look up at her, obviously fearful of being caught. She just averts her eyes and pretends to continue chatting.
I know I have been found out. The embarrassment brings a gush of blood to my face and I feel my face boiling hot. Luckily the redness is camouflaged by the alcohol and the dim lightings at the place.
I start to look elsewhere and pay more attention to the conversation that is carrying on. But I notice something else.
Their eyes look weird. Fred and James.
Even when they are talking and laughing, their eyes keep flitting and darting to a particular direction on and off.
Their line of sight is towards the couch area of the person to my left.
I glance towards Claire. Her legs are placed knee-to-knee with her feet resting on the floor. The problem is that we are sitting on a very soft cushion and her very short skirt is raised to a point where I can only imagine what the view is for everyone else sitting opposite us. I immediately know who have a good view simply by how their eyes open wider and how quickly they try not to stare. It is obvious that Fred and James are having a very good view of what is between my wife’s legs.
After a while, I realise that the best view for them is whenever they reach to pick up their drinks on the low round table in the centre. This is evident to me since the two of them continuously take small sips of their drinks, allowing them to lower their heads much more often than necessary, and when they reach forward to pick up their glasses, their eyes are always looking towards Claire’s knees.
I know Claire is oblivious to them as she is behaving so naturally, totally unguarded. As she is a school teacher, she seldom wears such revealing dress, thus the inexperience in protecting herself against such.
I try to move myself closer to Claire, to shield her away from the wolf glances but it seems to make things worse. Claire thought that it’s too squeezy for me and she shifts her weight backwards to make more room for me. That causes her weight to lean backwards into the soft cushion and her knees to be even higher. I know that gives Fred and James an even better unobstructed view as their eyes literally lit up and their mouths slightly open. I can even see Fred biting his lips quickly.
They are both openly staring at the space between Claire’s legs now. Their eyes have a glazed look and their mouths hang open slightly. I thought I can see sizable erections stretching in their pants now.
The view between my wife’s legs must be real enticing.
Venue: Disco W
That very quick uncrossing and crossing back of her legs.
In that 1 split second, I catch a glimpse of white. That unmistakable flash of white against the black dress.
That causes my cock to spring to attention instantaneously.
My attention is suddenly drawn towards that tiny triangular area between Michelle’s legs. Her dress is so short that it barely covers her modesty. I have gotten so attracted by that split-second flash of her white panty that is so damn arousing. You know that kind of cheap thrill that men like, when they are doing something prohibitively, nothing utterly criminal but still wrong.
I am literally staring at that space between her legs, forgetting about the company around me. Michelle seems to sense that I am looking at her, dropping my eyes between her legs. She squeezes her thighs together even more tightly. That snaps me out of my dream-state. I look up at her, obviously fearful of being caught. She just averts her eyes and pretends to continue chatting.
I know I have been found out. The embarrassment brings a gush of blood to my face and I feel my face boiling hot. Luckily the redness is camouflaged by the alcohol and the dim lightings at the place.
I start to look elsewhere and pay more attention to the conversation that is carrying on. But I notice something else.
Their eyes look weird. Fred and James.
Even when they are talking and laughing, their eyes keep flitting and darting to a particular direction on and off.
Their line of sight is towards the couch area of the person to my left.
I glance towards Claire. Her legs are placed knee-to-knee with her feet resting on the floor. The problem is that we are sitting on a very soft cushion and her very short skirt is raised to a point where I can only imagine what the view is for everyone else sitting opposite us. I immediately know who have a good view simply by how their eyes open wider and how quickly they try not to stare. It is obvious that Fred and James are having a very good view of what is between my wife’s legs.
After a while, I realise that the best view for them is whenever they reach to pick up their drinks on the low round table in the centre. This is evident to me since the two of them continuously take small sips of their drinks, allowing them to lower their heads much more often than necessary, and when they reach forward to pick up their glasses, their eyes are always looking towards Claire’s knees.
I know Claire is oblivious to them as she is behaving so naturally, totally unguarded. As she is a school teacher, she seldom wears such revealing dress, thus the inexperience in protecting herself against such.
I try to move myself closer to Claire, to shield her away from the wolf glances but it seems to make things worse. Claire thought that it’s too squeezy for me and she shifts her weight backwards to make more room for me. That causes her weight to lean backwards into the soft cushion and her knees to be even higher. I know that gives Fred and James an even better unobstructed view as their eyes literally lit up and their mouths slightly open. I can even see Fred biting his lips quickly.
They are both openly staring at the space between Claire’s legs now. Their eyes have a glazed look and their mouths hang open slightly. I thought I can see sizable erections stretching in their pants now.
The view between my wife’s legs must be real enticing.
Time: Friday night
Venue: Disco W
“To the Banker of the Year” someone hands me a shot and I down it.
This repeats itself countless times as I am going around the dance floor accepting congratulatory cheers and drinks.
I down another shot again and I am feeling really high. I can hold my liquor well but the Tequila shots, Vodka and god knows what, is making me almost drunk.
“Dear, I think you need to slow it.” Claire has been very nice, clinging onto my arm like the most obedient wife and accompanying me around for the congratulatory drinks. She has helped me to take some of the drinks but being the man, I have accepted most of the challenge.
Our original group with Stuart, Michelle, Fred, James, Albert and gang has long since broken up to mingle and mix with the rest of the other colleagues.
1.15 am
The partying and dancing and booze have been going on for over two hours now.
The DJ has stopped the loud disco music and put on some slow music. The main disco lights have been turned off, to be replaced by the dimmer lights. The fierce partying is slowing down as the energy level is coming down.
Some of the couples take to the dance floor.
I and Claire finally have the chance to get out from the limelight to retreat to a corner.
“Dear, you ok? Think you better go to the loo to freshen yourself a bit. I will wait for you here.”
“Sounds like a good idea. You just wait here ok.”
The toilet is just about 20 steps away from our seat, but my wobbly legs take quite a bit of steadying to reach the destination.
The cold water splashing onto my face from the tap feels especially refreshing, a welcoming change from the disco music, spinning lights and heavy alcoholic drinks. It also serves to inform me that I am officially drunk, as my head is spinning quite a fair bit and I am losing a bit of my hands and legs.
When I open the toilet door, trying to get back to where Claire is sitting, that sudden flash of the lights and music make my head spins and my legs just weakens under me. I take a few side steps and wobble onto the floor, just behind an unused bar counter.
Woo, the alcohol is getting to me. So I just sit there to have a rest and recollect myself. Luckily I am in a way shielded from the view of the rest, in the shadow behind the counter. It would not be good for my image for anyone to see me drunk and slumped onto the floor like this.
I am still conscious. Just need a bit of time to overcome that sudden drunken stupor. You know, how alcohol will usually attack your brains only when things start to slow down.
There are two men leaning onto the counter from the outside.
F: “Eh look there. She is alone now.”
J: “Who? Oh. So?”
F: “Bro, tell me honestly. You never thought of fucking her, not even once?”
J: “Well…..”
F: “Ha ha, you have, right?”
J: “No, I wouldn’t, I mean, I couldn’t do that to a friend, to my own boss some more. But ya, what guy could see her without wanting to…….”
F: “To fuck that little shaved pussy?”
J: “Yea, but no. Yes. Aiya what am I talking about? You are full of crap. What shaved pussy?”
F: “She is shaved, I am sure.”
J: “How do you know?”
F: “Come on, didn’t you see the shape of her panties just now? Just look at how the panties are shaped at her pussy area and you can tell she is shaved.”
J: “Don’t talk cock. How can you see that clearly just now?”
F: “Haha I am an expert lah. I will prove to you if you don’t believe.”
J: “How can you prove it?”
F: “I am going to fuck her.”
J: “Haha, you won’t get anywhere.”
F: “Ok want a bet?”
J: “Don’t be crap.”
F: “I am confident of getting into her panties. I have been observing her. She seems to be a nice girl, but look at the way she is flashing her panties at us just now. I bet she did that on purpose.”
J: “No lah, she didn’t know it.”
F: “Aiya don’t act like a saint in front of me lah. You want to have a taste of that pussy or not?”
J: “Don’t do anything funny. She is my boss’s wife. I won’t do that to a friend.”
F: “It’s your boss, not mine. And what the fuck about you not doing that to a friend? How come you never think of that when you send the invitation to my wife?”
J: “Aiya bro, you know I don’t mean that.”
F: “Ya lah. I don’t care so much. She is also a married woman. I am going to try the invitation on her too.”
I am totally confused by the conversation.
If I am not dreaming in my drunken state, if I can still recognise the two voices.
J is James, my subordinate, my AVP.
F is Fred, Michelle’s husband.
Venue: Disco W
“To the Banker of the Year” someone hands me a shot and I down it.
This repeats itself countless times as I am going around the dance floor accepting congratulatory cheers and drinks.
I down another shot again and I am feeling really high. I can hold my liquor well but the Tequila shots, Vodka and god knows what, is making me almost drunk.
“Dear, I think you need to slow it.” Claire has been very nice, clinging onto my arm like the most obedient wife and accompanying me around for the congratulatory drinks. She has helped me to take some of the drinks but being the man, I have accepted most of the challenge.
Our original group with Stuart, Michelle, Fred, James, Albert and gang has long since broken up to mingle and mix with the rest of the other colleagues.
1.15 am
The partying and dancing and booze have been going on for over two hours now.
The DJ has stopped the loud disco music and put on some slow music. The main disco lights have been turned off, to be replaced by the dimmer lights. The fierce partying is slowing down as the energy level is coming down.
Some of the couples take to the dance floor.
I and Claire finally have the chance to get out from the limelight to retreat to a corner.
“Dear, you ok? Think you better go to the loo to freshen yourself a bit. I will wait for you here.”
“Sounds like a good idea. You just wait here ok.”
The toilet is just about 20 steps away from our seat, but my wobbly legs take quite a bit of steadying to reach the destination.
The cold water splashing onto my face from the tap feels especially refreshing, a welcoming change from the disco music, spinning lights and heavy alcoholic drinks. It also serves to inform me that I am officially drunk, as my head is spinning quite a fair bit and I am losing a bit of my hands and legs.
When I open the toilet door, trying to get back to where Claire is sitting, that sudden flash of the lights and music make my head spins and my legs just weakens under me. I take a few side steps and wobble onto the floor, just behind an unused bar counter.
Woo, the alcohol is getting to me. So I just sit there to have a rest and recollect myself. Luckily I am in a way shielded from the view of the rest, in the shadow behind the counter. It would not be good for my image for anyone to see me drunk and slumped onto the floor like this.
I am still conscious. Just need a bit of time to overcome that sudden drunken stupor. You know, how alcohol will usually attack your brains only when things start to slow down.
There are two men leaning onto the counter from the outside.
F: “Eh look there. She is alone now.”
J: “Who? Oh. So?”
F: “Bro, tell me honestly. You never thought of fucking her, not even once?”
J: “Well…..”
F: “Ha ha, you have, right?”
J: “No, I wouldn’t, I mean, I couldn’t do that to a friend, to my own boss some more. But ya, what guy could see her without wanting to…….”
F: “To fuck that little shaved pussy?”
J: “Yea, but no. Yes. Aiya what am I talking about? You are full of crap. What shaved pussy?”
F: “She is shaved, I am sure.”
J: “How do you know?”
F: “Come on, didn’t you see the shape of her panties just now? Just look at how the panties are shaped at her pussy area and you can tell she is shaved.”
J: “Don’t talk cock. How can you see that clearly just now?”
F: “Haha I am an expert lah. I will prove to you if you don’t believe.”
J: “How can you prove it?”
F: “I am going to fuck her.”
J: “Haha, you won’t get anywhere.”
F: “Ok want a bet?”
J: “Don’t be crap.”
F: “I am confident of getting into her panties. I have been observing her. She seems to be a nice girl, but look at the way she is flashing her panties at us just now. I bet she did that on purpose.”
J: “No lah, she didn’t know it.”
F: “Aiya don’t act like a saint in front of me lah. You want to have a taste of that pussy or not?”
J: “Don’t do anything funny. She is my boss’s wife. I won’t do that to a friend.”
F: “It’s your boss, not mine. And what the fuck about you not doing that to a friend? How come you never think of that when you send the invitation to my wife?”
J: “Aiya bro, you know I don’t mean that.”
F: “Ya lah. I don’t care so much. She is also a married woman. I am going to try the invitation on her too.”
I am totally confused by the conversation.
If I am not dreaming in my drunken state, if I can still recognise the two voices.
J is James, my subordinate, my AVP.
F is Fred, Michelle’s husband.
Time: Friday night
Venue: Disco W
1.20 am
James: “Eh bro, the Invitation won’t work on her lah.”
Fred: “How you know?”
James: “Errrr……”
Fred: “Bro, you know something I don’t know? Come on…..”
James: “Aiya ok ok lah. Tell you the truth lah. Actually I have fantasized about getting into her pants the very first time I have seen her. She is so perfect. I mean, she is so pretty, she is the wife of my boss, and she carries herself so well. It’s almost like an untouchable. You know, that kind of feeling, when something is beyond your reach, you would want it even more. So I have actually sent her the Invitation before.”
Fred: “Hah. Still trying to act like a prude just now. Finally showing your true colours. So obviously the Invitation doesn’t work on her?”
James: “Ya no response.”
Fred: “Never mind. Let’s try to make our move on her now since her husband is not around. Best is Wilson doesn’t reappear. Then we might have our chance.”
James: “Eh you not worried that Michelle see you ah? Where is she by the way?”
Fred: “Aiya don’t be such a chicken lah. I am going to test test water only. What’s there to be scared about? Don’t know where Mich gone to as well.”
James: “Damn bro, someone has made his move faster than us. Let’s go quickly.”
I can never imagine the usually outstanding and responsible James at work to be such a person. Apparently he has been lusting after my wife for quite some time. The more shocking thing is that there is something illicit going on between him and Michelle, with the knowledge of her husband. The most shocking is the seemingly resurfacing of The Invitation. The one that was received by Claire previously must have been from James then.
I peek over to where my wife is. James and Fred are walking towards her direction and my Ang Moh boss, Stuart, is already seated down, talking to Claire.
Damn, 3 wolves circling my dear wife. I must get myself up to protect her from the wolves pack. I shut my eyes, give my head a good shake, let out a huge sigh of breath to try to shake off my drunken state. I steady my both hands by my side and give myself a good push up. I must quickly get to Claire to protect her.
Somehow my wobbly legs manage to carry my half-slumped body to the table where Claire is seated with Stuart, James and Fred.
Stuart: “Hey Wilson, you are back. I was just trying to ask your beautiful wife for a dance. It seems she needs to wait for you to be safely back from the Gents before she will agree to the dance with me. So may I have the honour now?”
No matter what, Stuart is still my superior. To the Ang Moh, it’s kinda impolite to refuse a dance when they are asking in such a gentlemanly manner. Well, I don’t have much of a choice to give a forced smile and a little nodded agreement.
Claire gives me an understanding look and gives her hand to Stuart who leads her out to the dance floor.
The dance floor is moderately crowded with couples doing the slow number. The light is dimmed and the music is slow and soothing. Albert and his wife, Belinda, are also dancing at the dance floor. They give Stuart and Claire a nodding smile when they see them taking up position besides.
I am observing intently at Stuart to make sure he is not doing anything improper. To my surprise, nothing indiscreet happens during the dance. It appears that Stuart is a very good dancer and Claire has a good time following his lead. I can tell he has his way around the dance floor as well as how to charm a lady.
The 3 of us, Fred, James and myself, are just sitting at the table in silence, looking on to the dance floor. I am not sure what’s in their mind, but I am admiring the nice body figure of my lovely wife swaying under the slow music. Claire looks so beautiful and alluring in her black body-hugging mini-dress, which shows off some nice flesh at the back and her waist area with its design cutting. She simply looks like an angel in the lighting and ambience. I have a sudden urge to just grab her and make good, violent love to her. I wonder if the other two guys are thinking the same, but my guess is that it can’t go too far off from that.
After a few minutes, Stuart and Claire re-join us from the dance floor. Right at this time, Michelle comes over to join us as well.
Michelle: “Hey you guys start dancing without me. Let’s go for another dance. The music is so nice.”
Both Fred and James’s eyes light out at their opportunities with Michelle’s sudden enthusiasm about dancing. Not being a spoilsport, Claire stands there waiting for a taker as her dance partner for the next dance as well.
Stuart: “Wilson, why don’t you have a dance with Claire as well? She is a good dancer.”
I would like to but my semi-drunken body hasn't recovered its full mobility, so I have no choice but to kindly reject.
With that, Fred grabs at the chance and quickly extends his dance request to Claire. I think Claire has somewhat loosened up a bit from the first dance and she politely agrees to his dance request, of course, with a quick glance at me for my approval acknowledgement first. James takes to the dance floor with Michelle.
With the two pairs making their way out to the dance floor, Stuart takes his seat on my side, positioning himself very close to me.
Stuart: “Wilson, you are a damn lucky guy.”
I look at Stuart in a semi-blurred state with my half-drunk eyes. But what he is going to say next wakes me up from my slumber somewhat. Or rather, shock me up.
Stuart: “From the dance with your wife, I can tell she has a tight little body and you must really enjoy it a lot. What a sexy little fox.”
Me: “Hah thanks for the compliment. Claire is indeed an attractive lady but she is a very conservative lady when it comes to letting herself getting too wild.” I am trying to hint to him that Claire is not the sexy little fox that he has in his mind, but I am not sure if he gets it.
Stuart: “Nay, I know she is wearing thong panties and this only means she would be a lot of fun in bed. So don’t try to cover up for her.”
Damn, how is he able to know she is wearing thong panties unless he has managed to feel her up. He must be a real expert to be able to do that without me noticing it when my eyes are fully on them during the dance.
The next thought that comes to my mind makes me feel a definite tingle and hardness in my groin. If what Stuart says about the thong panties is true, then Fred and James must have a very good view between her skirt during our drinks session earlier on. No wonder Fred commented that Claire shaved her pussy just now.
I recall the night before that Claire was trying to fit into this new evening dress that she has just bought for my award ceremony. She seldom wears such dresses so she has consulted some of her friends on her dressing. They have suggested her to wear a thong panties to hide her panty line and in order to fit nicely into the thong panties, she has trimmed herself around the edges so she won’t show when she wears the panties. In fact, this is the very first time she has worn such a manner and to think that she has exposed herself in it and gives others the wrong idea about her.
Stuart: “Wilson, seriously you have a hot wife. Even hotter than Michelle.”
His eyes are focused onto the dance floor, alternating between Claire and Michelle.
Stuart: “Wilson, frankly speaking, I think we are like buddies, like brothers, so I want to share my secrets with you. And I hope you can be as open with me as possible.”
Venue: Disco W
1.20 am
James: “Eh bro, the Invitation won’t work on her lah.”
Fred: “How you know?”
James: “Errrr……”
Fred: “Bro, you know something I don’t know? Come on…..”
James: “Aiya ok ok lah. Tell you the truth lah. Actually I have fantasized about getting into her pants the very first time I have seen her. She is so perfect. I mean, she is so pretty, she is the wife of my boss, and she carries herself so well. It’s almost like an untouchable. You know, that kind of feeling, when something is beyond your reach, you would want it even more. So I have actually sent her the Invitation before.”
Fred: “Hah. Still trying to act like a prude just now. Finally showing your true colours. So obviously the Invitation doesn’t work on her?”
James: “Ya no response.”
Fred: “Never mind. Let’s try to make our move on her now since her husband is not around. Best is Wilson doesn’t reappear. Then we might have our chance.”
James: “Eh you not worried that Michelle see you ah? Where is she by the way?”
Fred: “Aiya don’t be such a chicken lah. I am going to test test water only. What’s there to be scared about? Don’t know where Mich gone to as well.”
James: “Damn bro, someone has made his move faster than us. Let’s go quickly.”
I can never imagine the usually outstanding and responsible James at work to be such a person. Apparently he has been lusting after my wife for quite some time. The more shocking thing is that there is something illicit going on between him and Michelle, with the knowledge of her husband. The most shocking is the seemingly resurfacing of The Invitation. The one that was received by Claire previously must have been from James then.
I peek over to where my wife is. James and Fred are walking towards her direction and my Ang Moh boss, Stuart, is already seated down, talking to Claire.
Damn, 3 wolves circling my dear wife. I must get myself up to protect her from the wolves pack. I shut my eyes, give my head a good shake, let out a huge sigh of breath to try to shake off my drunken state. I steady my both hands by my side and give myself a good push up. I must quickly get to Claire to protect her.
Somehow my wobbly legs manage to carry my half-slumped body to the table where Claire is seated with Stuart, James and Fred.
Stuart: “Hey Wilson, you are back. I was just trying to ask your beautiful wife for a dance. It seems she needs to wait for you to be safely back from the Gents before she will agree to the dance with me. So may I have the honour now?”
No matter what, Stuart is still my superior. To the Ang Moh, it’s kinda impolite to refuse a dance when they are asking in such a gentlemanly manner. Well, I don’t have much of a choice to give a forced smile and a little nodded agreement.
Claire gives me an understanding look and gives her hand to Stuart who leads her out to the dance floor.
The dance floor is moderately crowded with couples doing the slow number. The light is dimmed and the music is slow and soothing. Albert and his wife, Belinda, are also dancing at the dance floor. They give Stuart and Claire a nodding smile when they see them taking up position besides.
I am observing intently at Stuart to make sure he is not doing anything improper. To my surprise, nothing indiscreet happens during the dance. It appears that Stuart is a very good dancer and Claire has a good time following his lead. I can tell he has his way around the dance floor as well as how to charm a lady.
The 3 of us, Fred, James and myself, are just sitting at the table in silence, looking on to the dance floor. I am not sure what’s in their mind, but I am admiring the nice body figure of my lovely wife swaying under the slow music. Claire looks so beautiful and alluring in her black body-hugging mini-dress, which shows off some nice flesh at the back and her waist area with its design cutting. She simply looks like an angel in the lighting and ambience. I have a sudden urge to just grab her and make good, violent love to her. I wonder if the other two guys are thinking the same, but my guess is that it can’t go too far off from that.
After a few minutes, Stuart and Claire re-join us from the dance floor. Right at this time, Michelle comes over to join us as well.
Michelle: “Hey you guys start dancing without me. Let’s go for another dance. The music is so nice.”
Both Fred and James’s eyes light out at their opportunities with Michelle’s sudden enthusiasm about dancing. Not being a spoilsport, Claire stands there waiting for a taker as her dance partner for the next dance as well.
Stuart: “Wilson, why don’t you have a dance with Claire as well? She is a good dancer.”
I would like to but my semi-drunken body hasn't recovered its full mobility, so I have no choice but to kindly reject.
With that, Fred grabs at the chance and quickly extends his dance request to Claire. I think Claire has somewhat loosened up a bit from the first dance and she politely agrees to his dance request, of course, with a quick glance at me for my approval acknowledgement first. James takes to the dance floor with Michelle.
With the two pairs making their way out to the dance floor, Stuart takes his seat on my side, positioning himself very close to me.
Stuart: “Wilson, you are a damn lucky guy.”
I look at Stuart in a semi-blurred state with my half-drunk eyes. But what he is going to say next wakes me up from my slumber somewhat. Or rather, shock me up.
Stuart: “From the dance with your wife, I can tell she has a tight little body and you must really enjoy it a lot. What a sexy little fox.”
Me: “Hah thanks for the compliment. Claire is indeed an attractive lady but she is a very conservative lady when it comes to letting herself getting too wild.” I am trying to hint to him that Claire is not the sexy little fox that he has in his mind, but I am not sure if he gets it.
Stuart: “Nay, I know she is wearing thong panties and this only means she would be a lot of fun in bed. So don’t try to cover up for her.”
Damn, how is he able to know she is wearing thong panties unless he has managed to feel her up. He must be a real expert to be able to do that without me noticing it when my eyes are fully on them during the dance.
The next thought that comes to my mind makes me feel a definite tingle and hardness in my groin. If what Stuart says about the thong panties is true, then Fred and James must have a very good view between her skirt during our drinks session earlier on. No wonder Fred commented that Claire shaved her pussy just now.
I recall the night before that Claire was trying to fit into this new evening dress that she has just bought for my award ceremony. She seldom wears such dresses so she has consulted some of her friends on her dressing. They have suggested her to wear a thong panties to hide her panty line and in order to fit nicely into the thong panties, she has trimmed herself around the edges so she won’t show when she wears the panties. In fact, this is the very first time she has worn such a manner and to think that she has exposed herself in it and gives others the wrong idea about her.
Stuart: “Wilson, seriously you have a hot wife. Even hotter than Michelle.”
His eyes are focused onto the dance floor, alternating between Claire and Michelle.
Stuart: “Wilson, frankly speaking, I think we are like buddies, like brothers, so I want to share my secrets with you. And I hope you can be as open with me as possible.”
...
Time: Friday night
Venue: Disco W
Me: “Huh? What secrets are you talking about?”
Stuart: “You see Michelle there? Do you find her attractive?”
Me: “Errrmmm…….. well, she is not too bad actually.” I am trying to appear nonchalantly yet encouraging to continue this conversation.
Stuart: “Well, to tell you the truth, I have a special liking to Asian ladies. I just find them so pretty and cute and love to see their sexy expression when I shove my large dick into them. And I must say that amongst all the Asian ladies I have ever come across, I have managed to meet the 3 most attractive ones from our company.”
Me: “Our company?” I know one of them he is referring to is Michelle, but am unsure of the other two.
Stuart: “Well, technically not all are from our company directly, but related. I think you know the first one.”
Ya I know. It’s Michelle. You blackmailed her into it for her promotion. Of course I am just saying this in my mind, not through my mouth.
Stuart: “That’s Jenny, George’s wife. But I never got the chance to do her as you know. You saved me from George’s blackmail, but in a way, I feel so wasted that I never had the chance to give that sex siren a good fuck up her ass. You can tell from the way she sways that butt of hers, that she would be a wild kitten on bed. Although you were blackmailed by George, I do envy you for having the chance to up that his sexy wife.”
Oh yes, Jenny, now I recall. She is the one that has gotten away, both from Stuart and myself. I almost had her but gave that chance to that Raymond and my buddy, Mark. All because of Raymond’s wife, Elaine but in the end, I had my sister-in-law Phoebe by mistake. Well, I have no complaints about that mistake, but yes, it would be nice to have Jenny, that sex kitten.
Me: “Ya, of course I remember Jenny. She is a good one on bed.” I need to continue with the lie that I was blackmailed by George after the affair with his wife.
Stuart: “Well, but you would envy me for the second one. Unless you have managed to have her without me knowing haha.”
Me: “Don’t tell me it’s Michelle.” I am still feigning ignorance.
Stuart: “Hey Bud, you got it. Haha looks like you have a thing for her too. She is a real good fuck. Don’t look at her usual prim and proper self. She is actually a slut at heart.”
Me: “Are you kidding me?”
Stuart: “It’s for real bro. I have done her a number of times. You know her promotion? She has gotten her promotion in exchange for sex with me. And that’s not the worst.”
Me: “Huh?”
Stuart: “See that guy dancing with your wife right now. Ya that James guy. Your good subordinate. Michelle’s good colleague. Her husband’s good buddy. Michelle is fucking around with him too.”
That really brings my shock level up a couple of notch, but thinking back on the overheard conversation between Fred and James, that adds up. James has sent The Invitation to Michelle and apparently they have done it already. But I am surprised that Stuart knew about their affair too.
Stuart: “The best thing is, both James and Fred do not know that I am fucking Michelle behind their back. And she doesn’t want them to know about it.”
Me: “Wow I am real surprised.”
Stuart: “Buddy I am sure you are. But that’s not the most important. The most important lies in the third lady I was talking about just now. She is the most beautiful amongst all three and I would do anything to have the chance to just do her once.”
Me: “And?”
Stuart: “That lady happens to be your wife, Claire.”
Although I am half-expecting this, I am still taken aback by how blunt and direct Stuart is telling this right in my face.
Stuart: “Buddy I know this might be too much for you to take in all at once, but I want to be 100% open to you about it. The moment I set my eyes on your wife, I have the immediate urge to throw her onto bed. You know, that kind of primal lust. Your wife is that sexy.”
Seeing that I am too stunned to react, Stuart continues his mind-fuck on me.
Stuart: “Look at that soft lips of hers. I bet she is a great cock-sucker.”
Not sure if it’s the intoxication from the alcohol or the way that Stuart is expertly leading this conversation, I am responding to his questions directly without thinking through my mind.
Me: “Ya she can do a good blowjob.”
Stuart: “Does she swallow?”
Me: “She can, but she doesn’t really like it.”
Sensing that I am being led on, he continues with his questioning.
Stuart: “Does Claire like her cunt being licked and sucked?”
Me: “She likes that and I love to do that to her too.”
Stuart: “Does Claire like to take a big cock up her ass?”
Me: “Her ass is off limits. She totally hates that.”
Stuart: “Ahhh what a pity. Claire has such a hot looking ass that it’s a shame not to take advantage.”
Now that he mentions it, I do kinda agree with him. I have never done her in her anal hole. In fact I have never tried anal sex. I wonder how that would feel. And yes, Claire has the cutest butt that one can imagine.
My heart beat is pounding fast with excitement as we are both watching my wife and Michelle and the gang dancing on the dance floor. It is indeed a bizarre situation where I am here discussing about very intimate secrets about my wife with my boss.
The music ends right at this time and the gang comes walking back to us, including Albert and his wife, 3 couples in total.
“What are you guys chatting about?”
“Nothing” Me and Stuart blurt out in unison.
The gang takes their seat around the area and grab some drinks.
They are all saying they have a fun time dancing and it’s a pity that I can’t join them. And they are complimenting that Claire is a good dancer.
The chatter goes on for a couple of minutes before mini-break ends and the next song comes up.
Michelle: “Hey it’s Unchained Melody. Shall we?”
Fred: “Of course let’s go”
Fred wants to extend his hand to Claire again, but he is beaten to it by Stuart. Claire comes over to me and asks if I am alright. I tell her to go ahead and enjoy herself, while I will make a trip to the Gents again to freshen myself up.
So the gang does down to the dance floor again, with Stuart pairing with Claire, Fred and Michelle, Albert and Belinda, with James the odd one out, but they agree to switch partners after every song so that no one gets left out.
For me, I get my slumpy body up from the seat towards the washroom again. Need to splash myself with the cold water again. This time, not to freshen myself up. But to cool myself down. Unknown to everyone else, I am spotting a real hardon after hearing how Stuart is lusting after my wife.
Venue: Disco W
Me: “Huh? What secrets are you talking about?”
Stuart: “You see Michelle there? Do you find her attractive?”
Me: “Errrmmm…….. well, she is not too bad actually.” I am trying to appear nonchalantly yet encouraging to continue this conversation.
Stuart: “Well, to tell you the truth, I have a special liking to Asian ladies. I just find them so pretty and cute and love to see their sexy expression when I shove my large dick into them. And I must say that amongst all the Asian ladies I have ever come across, I have managed to meet the 3 most attractive ones from our company.”
Me: “Our company?” I know one of them he is referring to is Michelle, but am unsure of the other two.
Stuart: “Well, technically not all are from our company directly, but related. I think you know the first one.”
Ya I know. It’s Michelle. You blackmailed her into it for her promotion. Of course I am just saying this in my mind, not through my mouth.
Stuart: “That’s Jenny, George’s wife. But I never got the chance to do her as you know. You saved me from George’s blackmail, but in a way, I feel so wasted that I never had the chance to give that sex siren a good fuck up her ass. You can tell from the way she sways that butt of hers, that she would be a wild kitten on bed. Although you were blackmailed by George, I do envy you for having the chance to up that his sexy wife.”
Oh yes, Jenny, now I recall. She is the one that has gotten away, both from Stuart and myself. I almost had her but gave that chance to that Raymond and my buddy, Mark. All because of Raymond’s wife, Elaine but in the end, I had my sister-in-law Phoebe by mistake. Well, I have no complaints about that mistake, but yes, it would be nice to have Jenny, that sex kitten.
Me: “Ya, of course I remember Jenny. She is a good one on bed.” I need to continue with the lie that I was blackmailed by George after the affair with his wife.
Stuart: “Well, but you would envy me for the second one. Unless you have managed to have her without me knowing haha.”
Me: “Don’t tell me it’s Michelle.” I am still feigning ignorance.
Stuart: “Hey Bud, you got it. Haha looks like you have a thing for her too. She is a real good fuck. Don’t look at her usual prim and proper self. She is actually a slut at heart.”
Me: “Are you kidding me?”
Stuart: “It’s for real bro. I have done her a number of times. You know her promotion? She has gotten her promotion in exchange for sex with me. And that’s not the worst.”
Me: “Huh?”
Stuart: “See that guy dancing with your wife right now. Ya that James guy. Your good subordinate. Michelle’s good colleague. Her husband’s good buddy. Michelle is fucking around with him too.”
That really brings my shock level up a couple of notch, but thinking back on the overheard conversation between Fred and James, that adds up. James has sent The Invitation to Michelle and apparently they have done it already. But I am surprised that Stuart knew about their affair too.
Stuart: “The best thing is, both James and Fred do not know that I am fucking Michelle behind their back. And she doesn’t want them to know about it.”
Me: “Wow I am real surprised.”
Stuart: “Buddy I am sure you are. But that’s not the most important. The most important lies in the third lady I was talking about just now. She is the most beautiful amongst all three and I would do anything to have the chance to just do her once.”
Me: “And?”
Stuart: “That lady happens to be your wife, Claire.”
Although I am half-expecting this, I am still taken aback by how blunt and direct Stuart is telling this right in my face.
Stuart: “Buddy I know this might be too much for you to take in all at once, but I want to be 100% open to you about it. The moment I set my eyes on your wife, I have the immediate urge to throw her onto bed. You know, that kind of primal lust. Your wife is that sexy.”
Seeing that I am too stunned to react, Stuart continues his mind-fuck on me.
Stuart: “Look at that soft lips of hers. I bet she is a great cock-sucker.”
Not sure if it’s the intoxication from the alcohol or the way that Stuart is expertly leading this conversation, I am responding to his questions directly without thinking through my mind.
Me: “Ya she can do a good blowjob.”
Stuart: “Does she swallow?”
Me: “She can, but she doesn’t really like it.”
Sensing that I am being led on, he continues with his questioning.
Stuart: “Does Claire like her cunt being licked and sucked?”
Me: “She likes that and I love to do that to her too.”
Stuart: “Does Claire like to take a big cock up her ass?”
Me: “Her ass is off limits. She totally hates that.”
Stuart: “Ahhh what a pity. Claire has such a hot looking ass that it’s a shame not to take advantage.”
Now that he mentions it, I do kinda agree with him. I have never done her in her anal hole. In fact I have never tried anal sex. I wonder how that would feel. And yes, Claire has the cutest butt that one can imagine.
My heart beat is pounding fast with excitement as we are both watching my wife and Michelle and the gang dancing on the dance floor. It is indeed a bizarre situation where I am here discussing about very intimate secrets about my wife with my boss.
The music ends right at this time and the gang comes walking back to us, including Albert and his wife, 3 couples in total.
“What are you guys chatting about?”
“Nothing” Me and Stuart blurt out in unison.
The gang takes their seat around the area and grab some drinks.
They are all saying they have a fun time dancing and it’s a pity that I can’t join them. And they are complimenting that Claire is a good dancer.
The chatter goes on for a couple of minutes before mini-break ends and the next song comes up.
Michelle: “Hey it’s Unchained Melody. Shall we?”
Fred: “Of course let’s go”
Fred wants to extend his hand to Claire again, but he is beaten to it by Stuart. Claire comes over to me and asks if I am alright. I tell her to go ahead and enjoy herself, while I will make a trip to the Gents again to freshen myself up.
So the gang does down to the dance floor again, with Stuart pairing with Claire, Fred and Michelle, Albert and Belinda, with James the odd one out, but they agree to switch partners after every song so that no one gets left out.
For me, I get my slumpy body up from the seat towards the washroom again. Need to splash myself with the cold water again. This time, not to freshen myself up. But to cool myself down. Unknown to everyone else, I am spotting a real hardon after hearing how Stuart is lusting after my wife.
...
Time: Friday night
Venue: Disco W
2 am
By the time I am back to the table from the washroom, Stuart is already seated there, alone. He gives me a knowing smile when I approach.
I have managed to shake off my drunkenness and my mind is in a clearer state than just a few moments ago.
Stuart: “Hey Buddy, you are back. They are still dancing. I am back to keep you company.”
I look over at the dance floor. Claire is dancing with Albert, Michelle with James and Fred with Belinda.
Stuart: “Buddy, are you angry with whatever I told you just now?”
Me: “Well, I must admit I don’t feel too good about the way you are portraying my wife.”
Actually I am lying through my teeth; I am aroused by it, but I must act out a righteous front to protect my wife from the wolf.
Stuart: “Buddy, don’t take it so seriously. It’s all for the good fun of it. Just like how you have an affair with Jenny. Just like how I am doing Michelle. No love, nothing of that sort. Just plain animal lust, you know. Men’s instinct. And you know, Claire will never, and should never know about your affair with Jenny.”
I am rendered speechless when he brought up the Jenny’s affair. Somehow, I have a feeling that there is a hidden message behind this conversation. Is Stuart trying to hint of blackmail on me with the Jenny affair? Somehow this has come back to haunt me. Is this what they say “karma”?
Stuart: “Anyway I am not going to force anything on Claire. Everything is on her free will. If she wants to play, we play. If she doesn’t want to, I won’t force a single thing on her. She is your wife; I don’t want to do anything behind your back without you knowing.”
Is he trying to play the good guy in front of me now? Trying to seduce my wife with my consent? What is this guy up to?
Stuart: “And we are not talking about having an affair or anything. I am just hoping to have some close intimacy with your wife on the dance floor or something and that’s it. You know, she is so hot that I would do anything just to have a feel of her sexy body and hold her tight in my arms. Of course, you won’t lose out in anything. I will offer you Michelle in return for your consent. See, you have the longer end in this deal.”
Slowly this proposition is sounding more interesting.
Firstly, it’s just some intimacy, no real fucking, so I am still fine with it. Secondly, I have faith in my wife that she won’t do anything improper. Last but not least, the lure of Michelle is too great.
I stutter out subconsciously, “Michelle?”
Stuart: “Look, I have something on Michelle and I can make her do things with you willingly. You will get to enjoy her sexy body with no strings attached. See her sexy body there, it’s real good I tell you. As for Claire, I just need your consent to make my move. If she is willing, I will have some fun with her. If she is not, then nothing happens. And all these only happen within tonight. Nothing gets beyond this night. And we are not talking about real fucking. Just some close intimacy and some fun. So you got nothing to lose. Deal?”
Me: “It seems you have the shorter end of the deal. Claire won’t agree to anything with you.”
Stuart: “Cool, I like your thinking. We are getting somewhere. Ya just some close dancing and intimacy, nothing serious. Does that mean we have a deal?”
In that moment of impulse, I make a decision. A decision which seems to make perfect sense to me. I will get close to Michelle, the sexy subordinate of mine which I have wanted for quite a while. My simple and innocent wife, Claire, would never agree to do anything with that Stuart, so I won’t lose anything at all.
A hand shake between two men seals the deal.
Stuart: “You have a good wife, Wilson. I have come across so many Asian ladies and I rarely have any problem bedding them, married, attached or not. All Asian girls have a thing for the Westerners, with the exotic feeling and the big cock that comes with it.”
I am slightly worried as he seems so full of confidence that he is going to succeed.
Stuart: “Claire is the prettiest of the prettiest, and she is also the hardest to crack. During the second dance, I have gotten several good feel of her ass, but she is pretty good at not letting me get into the critical territory. So I will need your help later to loosen her up a bit.”
Me: “How can I do that? I can’t possibly tell my wife to play with you because I am going to have fun with Michelle.”
Stuart: “Haha Wilson, I am sure you are smarter than this. All I need you to do is to play along with us and try to get Claire high on alcohol and I will do the rest.”
Me: “Hey man, that’s not within the agreement. You are not supposed to force anything on Claire and anything has to be within her consent.”
Stuart: “Yeah everything only with her consent. Nothing changes. To be fair to me, I just need a little more assistance with the alcohol. Nothing more. And you are still here to control the situation. I won’t take advantage of her if she is dead drunk. If you think she still can handle the situation, we proceed. If not, everything calls off. Deal?”
This guy is an old hand at this.
Me: “Ok seems reasonable. I make the final call whether to proceed ya.”
Stuart: “Yes of course. Anyway, the plan is this. Time is 2.05 am. I have made the arrangement for this party to have its ending segment. The DJ will end the music in about 5 min time. He will also make the announcement that there is a lucky draw at 2.30 am. During this break before the lucky draw, we will play the game 终极秘码. Pardon me if I pronounce it inaccurately but you know the game right? The loser will have to drink as forfeit.”
Me: “Yep we have played this game before so everyone knows.”
Stuart: “Great. We will use the excuse that you were already quite drunk and you need to drive later so you will be the game master later. Here’s the numbers for the game. Just follow this order. I and Michelle already knew these numbers and we will be arranged to sit before Claire for the game. Haha and you have it. Almost 90% chance that Claire will lose the games and keep drinking.”
Wow this is a brilliant plan. This guy has plotted for this. Even Michelle is in the loop of things.
Stuart: “That’s the alcohol assistance I need on Claire. Then we will have the lucky draw. I have pre-arranged for everyone on this table to be a lucky draw winner except the four of us. The winners will have to go to the back-stage to register their particulars for record purpose. Of this is to lure them away. While they are gone, the DJ will make the announcement that he will play the last few songs for the night and will dim the lights almost entirely for the final ambiance. It shall be so dark that the visibility is only about 1 metre. Michelle will ask you for the dance and that’s when you decide whether you want to go with her and proceed with the plan. You will be able to enjoy some close intimacy with her on the dance floor. I will do the same with Claire. Ok?”
That sounds like a nice little plan. Nothing too heavy, just some intimacy fun on the dance floor.
So I agree to go along with the plan.
Venue: Disco W
2 am
By the time I am back to the table from the washroom, Stuart is already seated there, alone. He gives me a knowing smile when I approach.
I have managed to shake off my drunkenness and my mind is in a clearer state than just a few moments ago.
Stuart: “Hey Buddy, you are back. They are still dancing. I am back to keep you company.”
I look over at the dance floor. Claire is dancing with Albert, Michelle with James and Fred with Belinda.
Stuart: “Buddy, are you angry with whatever I told you just now?”
Me: “Well, I must admit I don’t feel too good about the way you are portraying my wife.”
Actually I am lying through my teeth; I am aroused by it, but I must act out a righteous front to protect my wife from the wolf.
Stuart: “Buddy, don’t take it so seriously. It’s all for the good fun of it. Just like how you have an affair with Jenny. Just like how I am doing Michelle. No love, nothing of that sort. Just plain animal lust, you know. Men’s instinct. And you know, Claire will never, and should never know about your affair with Jenny.”
I am rendered speechless when he brought up the Jenny’s affair. Somehow, I have a feeling that there is a hidden message behind this conversation. Is Stuart trying to hint of blackmail on me with the Jenny affair? Somehow this has come back to haunt me. Is this what they say “karma”?
Stuart: “Anyway I am not going to force anything on Claire. Everything is on her free will. If she wants to play, we play. If she doesn’t want to, I won’t force a single thing on her. She is your wife; I don’t want to do anything behind your back without you knowing.”
Is he trying to play the good guy in front of me now? Trying to seduce my wife with my consent? What is this guy up to?
Stuart: “And we are not talking about having an affair or anything. I am just hoping to have some close intimacy with your wife on the dance floor or something and that’s it. You know, she is so hot that I would do anything just to have a feel of her sexy body and hold her tight in my arms. Of course, you won’t lose out in anything. I will offer you Michelle in return for your consent. See, you have the longer end in this deal.”
Slowly this proposition is sounding more interesting.
Firstly, it’s just some intimacy, no real fucking, so I am still fine with it. Secondly, I have faith in my wife that she won’t do anything improper. Last but not least, the lure of Michelle is too great.
I stutter out subconsciously, “Michelle?”
Stuart: “Look, I have something on Michelle and I can make her do things with you willingly. You will get to enjoy her sexy body with no strings attached. See her sexy body there, it’s real good I tell you. As for Claire, I just need your consent to make my move. If she is willing, I will have some fun with her. If she is not, then nothing happens. And all these only happen within tonight. Nothing gets beyond this night. And we are not talking about real fucking. Just some close intimacy and some fun. So you got nothing to lose. Deal?”
Me: “It seems you have the shorter end of the deal. Claire won’t agree to anything with you.”
Stuart: “Cool, I like your thinking. We are getting somewhere. Ya just some close dancing and intimacy, nothing serious. Does that mean we have a deal?”
In that moment of impulse, I make a decision. A decision which seems to make perfect sense to me. I will get close to Michelle, the sexy subordinate of mine which I have wanted for quite a while. My simple and innocent wife, Claire, would never agree to do anything with that Stuart, so I won’t lose anything at all.
A hand shake between two men seals the deal.
Stuart: “You have a good wife, Wilson. I have come across so many Asian ladies and I rarely have any problem bedding them, married, attached or not. All Asian girls have a thing for the Westerners, with the exotic feeling and the big cock that comes with it.”
I am slightly worried as he seems so full of confidence that he is going to succeed.
Stuart: “Claire is the prettiest of the prettiest, and she is also the hardest to crack. During the second dance, I have gotten several good feel of her ass, but she is pretty good at not letting me get into the critical territory. So I will need your help later to loosen her up a bit.”
Me: “How can I do that? I can’t possibly tell my wife to play with you because I am going to have fun with Michelle.”
Stuart: “Haha Wilson, I am sure you are smarter than this. All I need you to do is to play along with us and try to get Claire high on alcohol and I will do the rest.”
Me: “Hey man, that’s not within the agreement. You are not supposed to force anything on Claire and anything has to be within her consent.”
Stuart: “Yeah everything only with her consent. Nothing changes. To be fair to me, I just need a little more assistance with the alcohol. Nothing more. And you are still here to control the situation. I won’t take advantage of her if she is dead drunk. If you think she still can handle the situation, we proceed. If not, everything calls off. Deal?”
This guy is an old hand at this.
Me: “Ok seems reasonable. I make the final call whether to proceed ya.”
Stuart: “Yes of course. Anyway, the plan is this. Time is 2.05 am. I have made the arrangement for this party to have its ending segment. The DJ will end the music in about 5 min time. He will also make the announcement that there is a lucky draw at 2.30 am. During this break before the lucky draw, we will play the game 终极秘码. Pardon me if I pronounce it inaccurately but you know the game right? The loser will have to drink as forfeit.”
Me: “Yep we have played this game before so everyone knows.”
Stuart: “Great. We will use the excuse that you were already quite drunk and you need to drive later so you will be the game master later. Here’s the numbers for the game. Just follow this order. I and Michelle already knew these numbers and we will be arranged to sit before Claire for the game. Haha and you have it. Almost 90% chance that Claire will lose the games and keep drinking.”
Wow this is a brilliant plan. This guy has plotted for this. Even Michelle is in the loop of things.
Stuart: “That’s the alcohol assistance I need on Claire. Then we will have the lucky draw. I have pre-arranged for everyone on this table to be a lucky draw winner except the four of us. The winners will have to go to the back-stage to register their particulars for record purpose. Of this is to lure them away. While they are gone, the DJ will make the announcement that he will play the last few songs for the night and will dim the lights almost entirely for the final ambiance. It shall be so dark that the visibility is only about 1 metre. Michelle will ask you for the dance and that’s when you decide whether you want to go with her and proceed with the plan. You will be able to enjoy some close intimacy with her on the dance floor. I will do the same with Claire. Ok?”
That sounds like a nice little plan. Nothing too heavy, just some intimacy fun on the dance floor.
So I agree to go along with the plan.
...
Time: Friday night
Venue: Disco W
2.10 am
As planned, the DJ stops the music for a little break before the lucky draw and the gang comes back to the table.
Everyone looks a bit flustered and sweaty, especially the guys. Am a bit surprised that slow dance would make them sweat, so I casually ask, “What did you guys do? Seem to have gone for some good exercises huh.”
No response except for a quick exchange of fleeting glances between Fred, James and Albert.
Claire’s face is somewhat flushed and I notice a slight worried look in her eyes. I move my sight to the other 2 ladies, Michelle and Belinda and they have the almost same look as Claire. As if they have pre-arranged with each other, the 3 ladies simultaneously excuse themselves to catch the washroom.
So there leave 5 guys sitting at the table, myself, Stuart, Fred, James and Albert. There is a moment of awkward silence, before Stuart breaks the ice.
Stuart: “It was cool dancing with the pretty ladies huh. So who is the best to grind against?”
Stuart’s lewd question is met with 3 large pairs of astonished eyes and a complete pause of silence.
Stuart: “Come on guys, this is a party. We are just having fun. We are all man. Be open about it. I am sorry, Wilson, but I got the most feel pushing my groin against Claire when I pulled her tight body against me. That slow swaying and rubbing of our private parts in tandem with the music just made it so perfect. And the two buns on her butt are simply a handful to hold and grab.”
Even I am taken aback by Stuart’s openness about his groping of my wife on the dance floor. I can tell the others are somewhat starting to take his bait.
Fred: “Ya man. Agree. Claire has the tightest body I have ever held. The best thing is she is so shy about it. I admit I have a hardon just feeling her body so close. And she smells damn nice.”
Stuart: “Well to be fair, Michelle has a great body too. She is much more open about it. Fred, you have a hot wife. I think she is obsessed by my large dick, she can’t stop grinding against it.”
James: “Stuart, don’t talk big. I think it’s your self-imagination. I agree that Michelle has a great body, but I don’t think she will fancy you at all.”
Looks like James do have some feelings for Michelle too, seemingly defending her. Her own husband is not even doing that, rather, he is more interested to share his account of feeling up my wife.
Albert is the only one that is keeping quiet while the other 3 guys continue with their banter about Claire and Michelle’s bodies. I can’t help but get caught up in the excitement of listening to them talk about how much they enjoy dancing with the tight bodies of my wife and Michelle. The guys definitely have the hots for the two chio ladies. Only Albert is the nice decent guy here.
After a short while, I leave them on to their banter and go to the washroom to check on Claire. Manage to catch her at the washroom entrance as she is coming out.
Me: “Dear, you ok?”
Claire: “I am good dear. You ok? Still feeling drunk?”
Me: “I am good.”
Claire: “Do you want to make a move first? It’s getting a bit late.”
Me: “Not so nice to leave now. Anyway it’s ending soon. What’s wrong? You look a bit upset.”
Claire: “Nothing much actually. But your colleagues seemed to be going a bit overboard during the dance just now.”
Can sense Claire is getting a bit embarrassed and upset trying to recount the experience to me.
Me: “What happened?”
Claire: “Especially your boss. It started with him actually. During the dance, his hands kept moving down to my butt and kept pushing my lower body into his using the force of the two hands on my butt. And he was having a huge hardon and kept rubbing his thing against me. I tried my best to push him away but I couldn’t do it too blatantly as I am afraid to embarrass him in public.”
Me: “Asshole.”
Claire: “That’s not all. It seems the others saw his actions too. And all of them did the same thing to me when we switched dance partners. The worse thing is everyone seems to get more and more excited rubbing their bodies against each other. I know the same thing happened to Michelle and Belinda as well.”
Me: “I am going to kick the ass of this Stuart, Fred and James.”
Claire: “You missed out Albert.”
I have not missed out Albert accidentally; I have just assumed he is the decent one.
Me: “Albert?”
Claire: “He was the worst. Had my last dance with him. He was frantically squeezing and fondling my ass. Even tried to press his fingers along my ass crack through my thin dress. His hands tried to go under my dress too. Once or twice, I think he managed to go under and try to finger me through my panties. I have to keep pushing his hands away. Towards the end part, I don’t know how he did it. His dick was like positioned so nicely right at my hole and he was like so desperately dry-humping me. And I think he cummed in his pants just by dry-humping me. His body was like quivering and trembling with his hands on my butt pushing and holding my crouch against his thing. I think the rest saw it too, including his wife. I was like so so embarrassed that I don’t know how to face Belinda and the rest now.”
Call me a pervert or whatever. My cock is so hardened by Claire’s recount. Albert, seemingly the most family man and decent guy you can find, also cannot resist my sexy wife.
Venue: Disco W
2.10 am
As planned, the DJ stops the music for a little break before the lucky draw and the gang comes back to the table.
Everyone looks a bit flustered and sweaty, especially the guys. Am a bit surprised that slow dance would make them sweat, so I casually ask, “What did you guys do? Seem to have gone for some good exercises huh.”
No response except for a quick exchange of fleeting glances between Fred, James and Albert.
Claire’s face is somewhat flushed and I notice a slight worried look in her eyes. I move my sight to the other 2 ladies, Michelle and Belinda and they have the almost same look as Claire. As if they have pre-arranged with each other, the 3 ladies simultaneously excuse themselves to catch the washroom.
So there leave 5 guys sitting at the table, myself, Stuart, Fred, James and Albert. There is a moment of awkward silence, before Stuart breaks the ice.
Stuart: “It was cool dancing with the pretty ladies huh. So who is the best to grind against?”
Stuart’s lewd question is met with 3 large pairs of astonished eyes and a complete pause of silence.
Stuart: “Come on guys, this is a party. We are just having fun. We are all man. Be open about it. I am sorry, Wilson, but I got the most feel pushing my groin against Claire when I pulled her tight body against me. That slow swaying and rubbing of our private parts in tandem with the music just made it so perfect. And the two buns on her butt are simply a handful to hold and grab.”
Even I am taken aback by Stuart’s openness about his groping of my wife on the dance floor. I can tell the others are somewhat starting to take his bait.
Fred: “Ya man. Agree. Claire has the tightest body I have ever held. The best thing is she is so shy about it. I admit I have a hardon just feeling her body so close. And she smells damn nice.”
Stuart: “Well to be fair, Michelle has a great body too. She is much more open about it. Fred, you have a hot wife. I think she is obsessed by my large dick, she can’t stop grinding against it.”
James: “Stuart, don’t talk big. I think it’s your self-imagination. I agree that Michelle has a great body, but I don’t think she will fancy you at all.”
Looks like James do have some feelings for Michelle too, seemingly defending her. Her own husband is not even doing that, rather, he is more interested to share his account of feeling up my wife.
Albert is the only one that is keeping quiet while the other 3 guys continue with their banter about Claire and Michelle’s bodies. I can’t help but get caught up in the excitement of listening to them talk about how much they enjoy dancing with the tight bodies of my wife and Michelle. The guys definitely have the hots for the two chio ladies. Only Albert is the nice decent guy here.
After a short while, I leave them on to their banter and go to the washroom to check on Claire. Manage to catch her at the washroom entrance as she is coming out.
Me: “Dear, you ok?”
Claire: “I am good dear. You ok? Still feeling drunk?”
Me: “I am good.”
Claire: “Do you want to make a move first? It’s getting a bit late.”
Me: “Not so nice to leave now. Anyway it’s ending soon. What’s wrong? You look a bit upset.”
Claire: “Nothing much actually. But your colleagues seemed to be going a bit overboard during the dance just now.”
Can sense Claire is getting a bit embarrassed and upset trying to recount the experience to me.
Me: “What happened?”
Claire: “Especially your boss. It started with him actually. During the dance, his hands kept moving down to my butt and kept pushing my lower body into his using the force of the two hands on my butt. And he was having a huge hardon and kept rubbing his thing against me. I tried my best to push him away but I couldn’t do it too blatantly as I am afraid to embarrass him in public.”
Me: “Asshole.”
Claire: “That’s not all. It seems the others saw his actions too. And all of them did the same thing to me when we switched dance partners. The worse thing is everyone seems to get more and more excited rubbing their bodies against each other. I know the same thing happened to Michelle and Belinda as well.”
Me: “I am going to kick the ass of this Stuart, Fred and James.”
Claire: “You missed out Albert.”
I have not missed out Albert accidentally; I have just assumed he is the decent one.
Me: “Albert?”
Claire: “He was the worst. Had my last dance with him. He was frantically squeezing and fondling my ass. Even tried to press his fingers along my ass crack through my thin dress. His hands tried to go under my dress too. Once or twice, I think he managed to go under and try to finger me through my panties. I have to keep pushing his hands away. Towards the end part, I don’t know how he did it. His dick was like positioned so nicely right at my hole and he was like so desperately dry-humping me. And I think he cummed in his pants just by dry-humping me. His body was like quivering and trembling with his hands on my butt pushing and holding my crouch against his thing. I think the rest saw it too, including his wife. I was like so so embarrassed that I don’t know how to face Belinda and the rest now.”
Call me a pervert or whatever. My cock is so hardened by Claire’s recount. Albert, seemingly the most family man and decent guy you can find, also cannot resist my sexy wife.
...
Time: Friday night
Venue: Disco W
2.15 am
All of us are back at the table playing the game as planned by Stuart. I am the game master while Michelle and Stuart are seated before Claire; controlling the game well enough for Claire to keep losing.
Claire downs a few glasses of the hard liquor mixer. She is not a good drinker; her face is flushed red; I can see she is certainly feeling the effects of the drinks. She is acting tipsy and giggly which has replaced her normal reserved demeanor.
It is almost as if everyone else is in cahoots with Stuart; they are all encouraging Claire to drink more. Stuart, being seated beside Claire, would pick up her glass and place it at her lips until, after some initial resistance, she would take several swallows. The more she drinks, the more daring she is gushing her alcohol down. I can’t help but to feel a bit guilty to leave her alone to fend off these wolves pack. I guess I should have gone to her defence but then, this is supposed to be part of the plan and I am supposed to be one of the instigators. My attention is stuck on Michelle; she looks so sexy under the lightings and the alcohol. It won’t hurt anyone; we are just having some harmless fun.
Very soon, Claire is feeling the effects of the alcohol. Once again, Claire is the loser of the game and she is complaining of nausea and spinning headache. Once again, Stuart is trying to coerce her to down her forfeit glass, but she seems adamant that she can no longer take it and feels like vomiting.
At this point, Stuart puts his arm around her shoulder to give her a little hug and speaks softly into her ears. It seems like he is asking if she is alright and Claire gives a few nods of her head. That’s when Stuart puts his hand on her neck and uses his strong fingers to massage her neck muscles. Apparently that must feel really good as Claire moans with relaxation.
Stuart then declares loudly to the group that Claire is feeling intoxicated and he will help to massage some of her vital acupoints to relieve the drunkenness. With that, he moves closer to Claire, gently removes her right heel shoe, pulls her right leg up onto his lap and starts rubbing her ankle and foot.
Stuart: “I have learnt this from a master before that there are vital points on the foot that will help to refresh a person.”
I thought that sounds silly but to my surprise, Claire simply leans her head backwards onto the sofa, closes her eyes and let Stuart massage her foot.
The rest of the people are just taking a break from the game, taking some drinks and looking around. No one raises anything with regards to Stuart’s massaging for Claire, but I can sense a couple of them glancing at me to see my reaction.
Stuart starts with her foot but very quickly moves up her little calf. Seeing no resistance, his fingers strayed higher onto her thigh. That’s when the hem of her short little black dress is pulled almost all the way up her thigh. I can’t believe that Claire would sit there with a relaxed smile on her face, with her eyes closed and letting a man massage her exposed leg.
In that position, Claire’s legs are quite far apart and the cloth of her skirt stretched tight across her thighs. That’s when I know that if the people opposite her look in the right place, they would be getting a beautiful view.
I know they have noticed.
James takes a glance and his gaze simply stays at the same position without moving. Fred is literally staring at the same space. Albert takes a quick glance and looks elsewhere. Within a few seconds, his line of sight comes back but again goes away after a while. But his eyes will come back very quickly to that very beautiful view, that space between my wife’s legs.
From my memory of her dressing, I can visualize what they are looking at. At the top of her luscious long legs, they can see her skimpy white thong panties against her fair creamy skin. The panties is quite a small piece, barely covering her hairy pussy, which she has trimmed the sides so that not too much hair will be exposed at the corners. An occasional pubic hair will still show itself from the side of the panty.
I know Stuart is aware that he is giving the guys a free show because of his sly grin at the corner of his mouth. As if he is trying to be the nice guy, he places Claire’s foot onto his outstretched knee, making her right leg into an arch. I am totally surprised to see no resistance nor any reaction from Claire as she just rests there on the sofa with her eyes closed, giving out one or two soft gasps of breath with Stuart’s masterful massage strokes.
This position basically allows the guys to feast their eyes on the delightful scene and enjoying the upskirt. They show their pleasure by adjusting their position; all three of them have huge erections in the front of their pants and they are getting uncomfortable with the bulge. They keep fidgeting in their seats to make themselves more comfortable with the bulge trying to burst out of their pants.
Suddenly all of us are awoken from the upskirt show by the DJ announcement of the start of the lucky draw.
Claire sits up at her seat and straightens herself. Unknown to her, she has made 5 guys with bulging erections, including me. I am sure each and every one of us is raping her violently now in our mind.
Venue: Disco W
2.15 am
All of us are back at the table playing the game as planned by Stuart. I am the game master while Michelle and Stuart are seated before Claire; controlling the game well enough for Claire to keep losing.
Claire downs a few glasses of the hard liquor mixer. She is not a good drinker; her face is flushed red; I can see she is certainly feeling the effects of the drinks. She is acting tipsy and giggly which has replaced her normal reserved demeanor.
It is almost as if everyone else is in cahoots with Stuart; they are all encouraging Claire to drink more. Stuart, being seated beside Claire, would pick up her glass and place it at her lips until, after some initial resistance, she would take several swallows. The more she drinks, the more daring she is gushing her alcohol down. I can’t help but to feel a bit guilty to leave her alone to fend off these wolves pack. I guess I should have gone to her defence but then, this is supposed to be part of the plan and I am supposed to be one of the instigators. My attention is stuck on Michelle; she looks so sexy under the lightings and the alcohol. It won’t hurt anyone; we are just having some harmless fun.
Very soon, Claire is feeling the effects of the alcohol. Once again, Claire is the loser of the game and she is complaining of nausea and spinning headache. Once again, Stuart is trying to coerce her to down her forfeit glass, but she seems adamant that she can no longer take it and feels like vomiting.
At this point, Stuart puts his arm around her shoulder to give her a little hug and speaks softly into her ears. It seems like he is asking if she is alright and Claire gives a few nods of her head. That’s when Stuart puts his hand on her neck and uses his strong fingers to massage her neck muscles. Apparently that must feel really good as Claire moans with relaxation.
Stuart then declares loudly to the group that Claire is feeling intoxicated and he will help to massage some of her vital acupoints to relieve the drunkenness. With that, he moves closer to Claire, gently removes her right heel shoe, pulls her right leg up onto his lap and starts rubbing her ankle and foot.
Stuart: “I have learnt this from a master before that there are vital points on the foot that will help to refresh a person.”
I thought that sounds silly but to my surprise, Claire simply leans her head backwards onto the sofa, closes her eyes and let Stuart massage her foot.
The rest of the people are just taking a break from the game, taking some drinks and looking around. No one raises anything with regards to Stuart’s massaging for Claire, but I can sense a couple of them glancing at me to see my reaction.
Stuart starts with her foot but very quickly moves up her little calf. Seeing no resistance, his fingers strayed higher onto her thigh. That’s when the hem of her short little black dress is pulled almost all the way up her thigh. I can’t believe that Claire would sit there with a relaxed smile on her face, with her eyes closed and letting a man massage her exposed leg.
In that position, Claire’s legs are quite far apart and the cloth of her skirt stretched tight across her thighs. That’s when I know that if the people opposite her look in the right place, they would be getting a beautiful view.
I know they have noticed.
James takes a glance and his gaze simply stays at the same position without moving. Fred is literally staring at the same space. Albert takes a quick glance and looks elsewhere. Within a few seconds, his line of sight comes back but again goes away after a while. But his eyes will come back very quickly to that very beautiful view, that space between my wife’s legs.
From my memory of her dressing, I can visualize what they are looking at. At the top of her luscious long legs, they can see her skimpy white thong panties against her fair creamy skin. The panties is quite a small piece, barely covering her hairy pussy, which she has trimmed the sides so that not too much hair will be exposed at the corners. An occasional pubic hair will still show itself from the side of the panty.
I know Stuart is aware that he is giving the guys a free show because of his sly grin at the corner of his mouth. As if he is trying to be the nice guy, he places Claire’s foot onto his outstretched knee, making her right leg into an arch. I am totally surprised to see no resistance nor any reaction from Claire as she just rests there on the sofa with her eyes closed, giving out one or two soft gasps of breath with Stuart’s masterful massage strokes.
This position basically allows the guys to feast their eyes on the delightful scene and enjoying the upskirt. They show their pleasure by adjusting their position; all three of them have huge erections in the front of their pants and they are getting uncomfortable with the bulge. They keep fidgeting in their seats to make themselves more comfortable with the bulge trying to burst out of their pants.
Suddenly all of us are awoken from the upskirt show by the DJ announcement of the start of the lucky draw.
Claire sits up at her seat and straightens herself. Unknown to her, she has made 5 guys with bulging erections, including me. I am sure each and every one of us is raping her violently now in our mind.
...
TO BE CONTINUED
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