let me take a moment to step out to thank all of you for your support
i cannot thank the brothers here enough for helping to motivate me to continue writing this real story…
As this is the 1st time i experienced such a date with a hot married lady whose husband helped make it an once in a life experience for me n his wife….i feel i wanted to share this encounter n document down the details so that next time i can look back to read n replay all the fond memories i had..
i will pen down the next part soon this weekend…What you read is really what you get (WURIWUG)…for those who knows what this means.
There are no extra ingredients nor MSG added to this story.
Everything 100% real. The dialogues, they are 98% accurate, save for some lesser-important dialogue parts where i couldnt remember all the exact words being said,, so i did my best to convey what we said, using words as close to what i can remember as possible.
bro undertable….thank for your support.. hear from you soon.. bro
the EUPHORIC JOYRIDE in Mr Y’s car may soon be reaching the next destination soon, but the night is still young n certainly not over yet at this point….Here’s what happened next..
[The Erotic Car Ride of a Lifetime: Part 5]
<<XXXXX, if i were you, you may want to check if she is wearing any panty tonight. >>
i froze when i heard tat. Those were the loud n clear words coming from Mr Y.
Time seems to come to a standstill n the only thing that is moving is my heartbeat n hers… beating equally as loud as mine. We were both frozen like ice sculptures for the next few seconds, not knowing how to proceed next until i felt Mrs X moves n closes her legs together.
only then, i broken out of my freeze-frame to quickly take in what is happening around me…..Everything is unraveling too fast for me..
Mr Y has just hinted to me that i should check if Mrs X is wearing any panty. But how to check? pls dont laugh at me right now…..i know this may sound stupid of me….but i cant possibly just dive my hand in under her denim skirt to check if she is wearing any panty.
What if Mr Y was just joking with me n never actually meant it? Or maybe Mr Y really meant it, but his wife is not ok with it?
i was like…..never before, have i been faced with such an enormous challenge before. I know my hands & my ‘small head’ are damn willing to feel that wet heavenly pussy that has been dominated by that one man only, so far, her husband Mr Y. But my the other head is telling my hands n my ‘small head’, to please hold your horses, dont charge in yet….
by now, afew seconds has passed, Mrs X was squirming in her seats nervously, sliding up to me, to look at me quickly, before looking alittle bit away, trying to avoid my eyes….and 1 of her legs seems to close up even more, as though she wanted to cross her legs but didnt…..n just 1 leg abit higher than the other, but they definitely were shut tight at this moment, refusing any unauthorized entry….
Mr Y probably senses our hesitations n i saw him make some quick glances at the rear-view mirror n i think he got abit frustrated seeing both of us sitting like school students in a school bus, uptight n quiet, afraid to be punished for doing anything naughty.
<<XXXXX, you dont want to find out if she is wearing anything tonight? hehe….>>
I quickly looked at Mrs X to see whats her reaction but she could only muster a weak blushing smile n look down n she pushes her head into my shoulder to muff out her giggles.
i then replied back to Mr Y……
<<Errrrr……yeah…..i….i quite curious to know but dunno if she ok…..>>
<<XXXXX, go ask her. If not, you can personally do a check. Go on, don’t be shy. >>
Mr Y’s words were like a booster shot to my courage n also an adrenalin rush to all my senses n to my hard rod that is springing back to life again, at the thought that i am about to enter her forbidden ground….that one place i love to put myself in….
i turned to face Mrs X….she looked up at me from my shoulder…..she had flushes all over her face n seems to be waiting for me to make the 1st move to ask her….
<<Can i just go in to feel you?>>
…..i whisper to her
Mrs X gave a slight nod n a faint sound, n quickly bury her head into my shoulder again……Seeing this, i couldnt wait any longer for any more incoming confirmations….
Mrs X parted her legs slightly……n my left hand quickly move in n place itself on her left thigh….Her silky smooth luminous soft skin felt so immediate the moment my hand touch down on her inner thigh…and i began to glide my palm towards her denim short skirt, going right under her skirt……Mrs X’s body started twitching due to natural reflexes……maybe due to she is finding it alittle ticklish to her….
as i move up…inching towards her forbidden love nest……i could feel the rising soaring temperature emitted from her legs…..its like….it feels like it is normal body temperature at her lower legs….but it slowly gets hotter when i went undercover underneath her denim skirt n it gets even hotter n stuffy towards the forbidden dead-end. And the air around my left hand feels heavy n damp….
when i was just about to reach the finishing line after the slow marathon up her long legs…..Mrs X unintentionally clam her legs together shut, like a scissors with my left hand stucked n choked in between, just within a centimetre away from finding out the truth, whether is she wearing anything tonight….
Mrs X was feeling too nervous as i think, she has never let any other man venture so far in before…..n somemore this is her 1st time meeting me, and already, my hands are smoothing up to her erogenous hot spot right now…..
<<XXXXX, found anything yet?>>
Mr Y’s chuckle caught me off guard again. Damn….he always has such premise timing n sense of humour, just when he knows my left hand is in alittle trouble right now, unable to go forward n unable to back off n retreat.
<<Errmm….i……..>>
……i stuttered…..
Seeing there’s no clear answer coming out from me, at least not anytime soon, Mr Y then turned to ask his wife in a slight impatient tone……
<<He found it yet?>>
Mrs X also got startled n replied sheepishly….
<<Errr…..Ya….soon…..he will know soon….>>
With that, Mr Y’s words were like magical passwords that open the sealed passage way like ‘Open Sesame’ to Ali Baba n his forty thieves…..and Mrs X slowly open her legs again, to allow n permit my hand to make the next move to hit the final destination…..
and VOILA!!!!!
to my slight disappointment…..she was wearing a panty
…….BUT……
to be continued…..
busy with work this week…Sorri guys n gals…..i manage to find some time today to sit down n pen the next part….
The fascinating thing is once i recall n think of Mrs X, all the scenes just flashes n replay back in my mind, as though you re-watch your favourite Blu-Ray or DVD movie, and you can use your remote control to select which Chapter n which scene to playback…
this is exactly the same feeling i am feeling right now….typing down what happened in the car… so fasten n buckle your seat belt as you will be in for a ride of a lifetime
[The Erotic Car Ride of a Lifetime: Part 6]
with that, Mr Y’s words were like magical passwords that open the sealed passage way like ‘Open Sesame’ to Ali Baba n his forty thieves…..and Mrs X slowly open her legs again for my hand to make the next step to hit the final destination…..
and voila!!!!!
to my slight disappointment…..she was wearing a panty…….BUT……
Now… let me pull you back afew seconds, like the movie, Back To The Future….bring you back to the “present past” that just happened not too long ago, in fact just a couple of seconds ago only
(just a few seconds ago…)
my mind now….you can say it is in a half blown-up state right now. To be able to put my hand all the way into her spaghetti top n into her bra to grab n squeeze her huge boobs…and now….my left hand is reaching inside her skirt to want to touch that elusive n loyal love nest of hers, that has never been infiltrated nor invaded by other people before….other than her husband….that juicy hole of hers is indeed extremely loyal n dedicated to the pleasure n enjoyment of one man, Mr Y.
so when my fingertip finally felt n hit the deadend…..i was initially so damn happy n nearly wanna jump up in my seat for joy….but my happiness was a short-lived one…
i felt a smooth silk-like fabric texture rubbing across my fingertips n i got alittle bit puzzled n unsure. So i try to gently tap n move my fingers around the spot, to re-check, re-confirm and re-affirm if Mrs X is indeed pantyless…..
BUT…..to my dismay…..she is indeed wearing one. And i almost lose alittle of my composure as i muttered a soft “Damn” under my breathe…..which i was little embarrassed afterwards as i think Mrs X somehow heard it but thankfully she didnt mind…..as i looked guiltily at her….i could see Mrs X with flushed cheeks n her dreamy eyes were looking back at me…n she is biting on her lower lips…..
i could feel she is wishing, n also regretting at the same time, that she should have left her panty behind, n head out of the house pantyless….
at this point, Mr Y’s precise sense of timing came in again to startled me……
<<XXXXX, she is wearing a panty, right? Can see you are alittle disappointed….Are you? hehhee…..>>
Mr Y chuckled with a sense of jubilant, like a boss giving a knowing smile at how the game unfolds neatly to his plans.
<<XXXXX, you know… Sometimes i make her go out without any panty. But today, just your luck. She say she shy n not comfortable to go bottomless on our 1st meeting with you.>>
in my head, all i could think of, is how to get that piece of cloth off her legs, for me to gain full access to all that warmth n moist that have been accumulating since the start of the car ride.
her panty is like the only last piece of defense coming between me n her ever loyal love-hole…..
while i am still ‘day-dreaming’ with my hands still sandwiched between her legs…..Mr Y spoke again, which snapped me out again from my dreamy state
<<You can continue what you are doing now. Dont stop unless i tell you to. Treat her like your best girlfriend n pamper her. She loves it. You can try to….you know….pull it aside if she is ok…..hehe….>>
Mr Y grinned, giving me that wink n the mischievous look from the rear-view mirror.
and Mrs X giggled n retort back at Mr Y…..
<<You say somemore, you are gonna get it when we reach home.>>
<<Ok, ok……darling…..its your night today, you are the boss!!>>
….Mr Y replied back playfully
and i join in the fun too…..
<<You are my boss too for tonight!>>
….i said to Mrs X n i got a little small punch on my chest when i said that, from her.
and shortly after, we were both not so tense n feel more relaxed after some moments of silence, as we let our ’touching’ do the talking, as she began to move her hand between my legs too, to reciprocate what my left hand is doing to her.
But nevertheless…..i am still very determined to want to feel her forbidden paradise….and i start to remember how i like to gently rub my ex-gfs’ pussies with their thin panties on……n slowly build up the speed n apply the right pressure, until their juices seep through their panties n i will show my ex-gfs, my wet sticky fingers to let her see how extremely wet she is.
and with this bubble thought above my head, i quickly launch into a full-on action plan, determined to use my 2 fingers to make Mrs X’s sweet juice soak n seep through her panty so that i can get enough juice on my fingers n then withdraw my hand to show her how nice n wet her juice are, n i can dab my thumb n my index finger in an open n close pattern, to let her see the viscosity of her fluids n how glue-y it is.
BUT…..sadly again….instead of once bitten, twice shy…..this time, i am twice bitten……she is wearing a semi-thick panty-liner……and Mrs X could feel my fingers frantically moving around the area n probing onto her panty at the area where she put that hidden layer of ultra-protection to guard her secret entrance. In my mind….i go “Damn!!” again…..haha……
Mrs X coyly whispered to me,
<<I am wearing panty-liner as i……i scare i will get wet easily after meeting you….Sorry…..>>
<<It’s ok….i wish i can feel u right now but it is ok……Ermmm….can i ask you something…..Are you wet now inside?>>
i tried to hide my little disappointment of unable to feel how wet her love-hole is, but i think Mrs X can sense it. Now i know why they say women has 6th sense.
Mrs X giggled, looked at me like a cheeky naughty gal n go…..
<<Cannot ask me this kind of question….i dunno how to answer you…..>>
and her reply made me laugh n smile as well too……i replied her back….
<<i promise i wont laugh or anything….You can tell me…..if you are feeling wet inside….>>
Mrs X smiled n looked over to see if Mr Y is yearning his ears to hear what’s going on in our conversation….but he is busy driving but you never know as Mr Y always seems to be able to know n tell what’s going on, even though his eyes are looking straight at the road.
When she saw that her husband is still busy on the road….she quickly turn n lean to my ears n whisper….
<<Ya….i think so….actually i am abit wet at the karaoke already….but now, u make me even wetter….lucky i am wearing the pantyliner, if not…….>>
i hear already…..my ROD goes full steam again with a few throbs as i imagine how nice it will be to be able kiss n taste her wet love-hole right now, n admire this little hidden treasure that has been kept away from anyone’s view for so many years. I smiled back at her, n gave her a squeeze as i hug her tightly n i kissed her face n neck again, smelling her beautiful scent…
by now….my left hand that is still lingering between her legs, dont seems to want to give up. So i began to try to move my fingers to the side of her panty to feel her skin that are just adjacent to her tight panty….And WOW WOW WOW!!!! Those skin of hers….feels so smooth n thin….its like her panty has the wordings “Fragile, please handle me with care” stamped all over it.
And i realize one big thing!!! She is CLEAN SHAVEN down there!!!!…..That hairless ultra-smooth, wet n delicious pussy of hers, guarded by 2 layers of armored defense, sitting there, just waiting for me to breach through.
And i tried running my fingers all along the seams of her panty n touching her skin from the top, sliding all the way down to the bottom, and i repeat that over at the other side of her panty…..Mrs X bite her lower lips even harder now as i continue to tease and ’torture’ her, touching her on all the perimeters surrounding that one heavily guarded entrance.
and then a mischievous idea came onto me….Should i do what Mr Y tells me to do? To pull her panty to one side, so that i can totally break through her last line of defense n feel all that wet goodness of her?
Just when i wanted to plant this idea into action…..Mr Y’s loud n clear voice can be heard again…
<<We are turning in here. XXXXX, cover her up, cause got people around.>>
Its like someone just threw a spanner into wheels of a Ferrari car, causing an immediate halt to all actions, and both myself n Mrs X were back to sitting together like school children again, quietly n obediently…..
and i start to look out from my side window to see where are we now, as i totally lost track of where we are heading as i was so into Mrs X n her smoking hot body, that i didnt give a care to the world outside….
and i realized Mr Y is actually turning into the small road leading to ZOUK n i thought to myself……Is Mr Y planning to bring us to ZOUK to have some drinks n chillout inside?
While i was second guessing……
the light at the end of the tunnel finally came as Mr Y made a swift right turn, shortly after turning into that road leading to ZOUK, into this roundabout that is in front of Grand Copthorne Waterfront Hotel !!! And he is now driving towards the hotel basement carpark!!! OMG!!!
to be continued…..
you’re good, can keep the suspense there in your writing just like a prolonged foreplay
you’re the sex master !
Damn hot story bro, you’re one lucky man, please continue soon, would like to hear the rest of your adventure Hehehe…
From Car Ride to Hotel - Part 1
Mr Y’s beemer is now galloping down the slope into Grand Copthorne Hotel’s basement carpark. There is a sense of utmost urgency & pick up in speed felt from Mr Y’s driving as he steers the car swiftly n decisively into the parking lot.
i still haven’t recovered from the state of shock n surprise….To go from the initial presumption of going to Zouk to the now quite affirmative hotel is really TWO totally different thing altogether!!
i am darn sure almost 99.9999% of the guys who are partying in Zouk right there n then, would have stopped what they are doing, to be in this very car, sitting right next to Mrs X, knowing that we are about to check into a room.
and what is going to happen next… is still unclear at this point as i was still sitting in a daze, unable to fathom all these, that is unraveling at light speed around me.
<<Eh…..XXXXX, u want to continue sitting here? heh…>>
…..Mr Y chuckled as he parked into the lot in one reverse swipe n i heard him shut off his beemer engine
<< Oh….ok….we reached already ah….>>
…..i began to feel myself sounding like a goon-do idiot…..Obviously we have reached….i know….i know, please dont rub anymore salt into my wounds already. But i clearly didnt hear Mr Y say our next destination will actually be a hotel…..and now, we are at the basement of Grand Copthorne Hotel. I am like, doing a reality check myself….still cannot believe one minute we were chatting at Karaoke room, next minute the wonderful joyride, then now….we are heading up to a hotel room!!!
<<Come, lets go. XXXXX, can you help her with the red wine bottle i brought?>>
wow….i was thinking to myself… i am certainly damn impressed with Mr Y. He came totally prepared for tonight….and i got that constant nagging feeling that there is something more up in his sleeve that he is not telling me & his wife right now….as Mrs X looks equally as clueless as me.
and of course…Mrs X came dressed to kill for the night n i am her willing victim…anytime, anyday she wants it.
as i got out of the car with the wine bottle in my hand, i stretched out my other hand to hold Mrs X’s hand as i helped her out of the car, and i know i am a bad boy here, as i steal another glimpse of her unbelievable nice rack with that deep longkang cleavage as she lowers her head alittle n bend her body down to get out of her car….n i have to steady her as she is on a very steep n high stilettos. Can see her soft boobs wobble to her body movements. What a splendid sight to behold…and i cant wait to find out what i can get to see out of her figure, behind that closed door once we checked into the room.
by now….there is a sudden little awkwardness in the air…..as there we are….you see 2 guys n 1 gal walking together towards the hotel concierge. Just before we reached the lift to go up to the concierge level…..Mr Y stopped in his steps n turn around n say….
<<i think its better we go up separately. We cannot be seen going in together. How abt you go check-in the room, while we wait around at the outside outdoor area….and you sms me the room number? if need the room card to get up…..u just take the lift down n bring us up, ok?>>
<<ok…can. i will go get the room. Message you later.>>
<<Here, let me hold the wine bottle for u, while u go check in.>>
….Mr Y gestures with a helping hand n flashing a big toothy grin at me n then to his wife. Mrs X is holding n clinging to her hubby’s arm tightly with her heavy bosoms pressing against his lucky arm, while giving me a small shy smile. I could feel Mrs X trying very hard to contain all that excitement & anxiousness building up inside that small tight slender body of hers.
And i am equally just as excited, with all the hot steam in my veins n my ROD, almost to the brink of explosion….Almost wishing we can be inside a room immediately right now n to see her disrobe herself before me n her husband.
with that, i took the lift myself up first n quicken my footsteps towards the concierge n within the next 10 to 15min….finally gotten ourselves the room n while i was walking back towards the lift area, i was at the same time holding my phone, texting to Mr Y the room number, when i suddenly hear a voice….
<<XXXXX, we are here already. Outside alot of passerby, those zouk clubbers looking at her…..making her feel abit uncomfortable….so we came back in here to wait for you at the lift.>>
and there i was…..i looked up from my handphone to see a radiant-looking bosomy lady whom Mr Y is holding her by the waist….i can understand why she is feeling abit uncomfortable just now at the area outside. She looked all ready to party thru the night, on the dance floor n the platform. With tat short denim skirt n the tight spaghetti tank top, she will be like a sexy little kitten dancing in a sea of predators n hunters, all lusting to have an intimate up-close dance with her to squeeze her milky big bosoms n to feel her sexy curvy waistline down to that long shapely smooth legs of hers.
But i am not going to dance with her tonight…..not at the dance floor….but on a king sized bed with her…..but all subjected to Mr Y’s permission n approval
at that instant….i got myself out of all these fantasies of Mrs X…..n i recollect n hold myself together to remind myself what is my given mission right now, which is to escort Mr Y n Mrs X up to the room.
and i quickly pressed on the lift button to activate the start of this mission that i have accepted. And then i looked back at this loving couple, at the way that Mr Y is holding Mrs X, n how i wish i could hold her the same way too but we are still very much in the public view, with the reception counter ladies n porter-boys standing around….so i have to keep to myself n pretend we are attending some friends gathering upstairs n trying to look normal, to avoid attracting any unwanted attention.
**DING**
the lift door opens n the 3 of us stepped in….The next few seconds were like the longest wait i ever been inside a lift….as i could barely wait a second longer, dying to see Mrs X in all her glory asap……
**DING**
the lift reached the floor…n we head out….walking towards the room, with me walking in front while Mr Y & Mrs X tried to walk abit slower, creating a safe distance behind….to try to not make it look so obvious.
As i saw the room door approaching…..my heart was pounding really fast n heavy…..and i hasten my footsteps n quickly slot in the room key card…..and i hold the room door slightly ajar….afew seconds later….Mr Y reached the door steps n entered into the room, followed by the sexy siren, Mrs X…….and i closed the door…..watching Mrs X from behind, my eyes all fixated at her smoldering hot sexy back as she walks towards the bed to look at the room…..
the feeling is like picking up a hot model babe dressed in a revealing top n short skirt from those VIP areas in a club n then bringing the babe back for one night of pure unlimited pleasure in the flesh….
All the blood that i have in me….is now moving like a bullet train in one single direction down between my legs…..as i saw Mrs X took off her shawl n put it on the arm-chair…..n she turned over to look at me…..giving me the slightly puzzled look of “why are you still standing behind the main door” look
i opened my mouth to speak but no words came out….and i knew this is only just the beginning of a long long night to come
to be continued….
Wow!! Power TS! I wish I’m u…
Read from beginning till end and let my rod get hard like hell!
Even though there’s some disturbance in the middle but it’s fine…
Chill all… We are all here becoz of the lovely stories bros and sis post here rite?
So enjoy every min and dun spoil mood here…
Kudos to u bro!
Waiting for ur next installment…
brother, it’s about time for you to update already…alot of brother and sisters are waiting for your story….
bro, we want more!! plz give us more when is reaching the most exciting part. haha,envy on ur sexperience!!
hello everyone….sorry for the long wait. i was caught up with work n meetings lately.. but i promise to find time this week to write the next follow-up n i assure you it will be worth the wait
Wat happened next in the hotel room is really nice n when i think back now on how Mrs X showed me more n more of her skin as her clothes are undone n dropped to her ankles….i can feel myself swallowing a big drop of saliva down my dry throat n i cannot wait to unleash my…..u know what that is….
ok… i will pen down the full details of next part soon. i promise.