Wifey since had a couple more adventures. But i shall elaborate on either of these 2 next.
Which do you guys prefer first?
A) The encounter with her now retired, ex-Sec School PE teacher, who is now a hawker?
B) The encounter with our Pinoy tenant, who works in one of the Gym franchise?
Let me know soon!
B1
Hi. You all still here?
Been busy man. Will try to write the Pinoy tenant first.
Just a quick share, Wifey just got upped by a Bangla worker in Geylang last month sia!!!!
Sibei daring. I also stunned.
You guys want to hear that one first?
It was just after CNY when this happened.
I decided to leave work earlier at 4pm and asked Wifey if she would like to go for an early dinner. She said ok, and we decided to go to one of the popular porridge restaurants in Geylang. We met at 5.00pm and I was shocked to see her in a fairly revealing top and mid-length skirt, complete with high boots.
“Why the dress up?” I asked.
“Just felt like it.” She said. “It’s been a while since I dress up. Maybe after this we can go get some drinks?” She added.
I knew that Wifey was feeling a little frisky and wanted a ‘mini date’ night. I just nodded and we proceeded to eat our early dinner.
The sun was still visible in the sky when we ended our dinner, so I told Wifey to take a walk first around Geylang, as I was craving for some tauhuey. We bought some beancurd and drinks and I saw that she was looking at a sex shop that was straight ahead. I nudged her, “Want to go inside?”
“No lah… Just surprised to see such shops still around. Now all buy online what. More discreet.” She said as we walked past the shop.
“Come lah, let’s go in see see only”. I nudged again.
“No need lah.” She rebutted.
But as brothers here know, Geylang got a lot of sex shops. So not long later, another one popped into view.
“Eh this one much cleaner” I said as I pointed to her. “Come lah, lets go. It’s still early”.
Begrudgingly, Wifey followed in. Inside, the shop was not that brightly lit and surprisingly, there was 2 single men and a female couple. One guy was looking at a cock-ring and the other guy was completing his purchase. The 2 girls were looking at some dildos. “Wah, society so much open now ah?” I whispered to Wifey.
“Eh eh, that guy is checking you out.” I nudged to her as I pretended to check on some merchandise.
“Where got” She said. “Have lah. Must be your skirt” I teased.
I pretended to drift away to the other aisle to bio the 2 girls (coz one of them was wearing a low cut blouse). Wifey noticed me drifting away and soon after, the other guy started to ‘pretend’ to get close to her.
As I was beo-ing the minah, I also kept stealing glances at the guy who was trying to beo my wife. It turned me on.
“Dear, I’m going out of the shop for a while. You stay there ok? =)” I texted her.
“Huh? Want me to go also?” She asked.
“no la, stay in the shop. Go tease him abit?” I replied.
“Tease who?” She texted.
“Orh…” She texted again. I guessed that was when she noticed that the guy was inching closer to her and stealing glances. As I was standing outside the shop, pretending to make a call, I saw the 2 girls leaving the shop soon after. I knew then that only Wifey and the guy was inside.
Inside, Wifey told me that she moved on to the dildo sections, and the aisle was abit narrower. The guy looked around and followed her. The cashier, apparently, was busy at the counter with some stock taking, so didn’t entertain them.
The guy then started making moves. At first, he pretended to go past Wifey. As he did so, his hands brushed against wifey’s butt. When Wifey turned to glanced at him, he said ‘sorry’, and began looking at another item.
Wifey decided to tease him by bending down to look at some items at the lower rack. True enough, the guy tried to sneak a peek due Wifey’s slightly raised skirt.
“need any help?” The guy asked suddenly. It was a Chinese Singaporean.
“Oh… urm.. yah… was just looking at some ‘toys’” She blushed abit, not wanting to use dildo.
“Ouh… for yourself? Or..?” He asked.
“erm… for myself?” She replied.
“I see…. You can try with this first I guess.” He picked out a normal size vibrator.
“Ouh, I already have something similar but smaller” Wifey just played along.
“Oh hahah… so you looking for something……” He gestured.
“…bigger?” Wifey smiled and giggled.
“Ouh! Then maybe this?” He grabbed a large size didlo from the top shelf. In doing so, he placed his hand on her butt for balance. Wifey didn’t react.
“Wah… that looks too big…” She said.
“Never had so big before?” He said.
“mmm, not THAT big” she giggled. The guy now pressed himself against her.
“How about this one?” He reached out for another slightly smaller dildo. This time, he gyrated abit against Wifey’s butt, causing the skirt to ride up abit more.
“Erm…. Yah… maybe…” She could feel him pressed against her back and his free hand starting to caress her butt more.
Wifey stood there with the dildo that the guy passed to her and she was startled when he decided to ‘molest’ her butt, but putting his hand up her skirt. She was shocked, but slightly turned on by this public molestation. Given the setting and all, Wifey played along and let out a minor, ‘mmmph’.
The guy felt emboldened and was starting to make his way to reach her panties when out of nowhere, the cashier appeared at the end of the aisle.
“Hi! Do you need any help?” She said.
The guy quickly pulled out his hand and quickly walked out of the shop in the opposite direction.
“Oh.. erm, I was just looking at this. Does this use battery or..?” Wifey pretended to ask some other questions.
Outside, I saw that the guy left the store in a puff and didn’t looked back. It was only then when I decided to go back and fetched my wife. Inside, she was completing her purchase of a ‘double action’ dildo with the pussy lips vibrator (don’t know how else to describe to you, but you brothers should know what i’m talking about).
“How? Got tease?” I asked.
“Haiya… just about to get a feeling… then got cut off” She said as we left the shop.
I knew that Wifey was in heat that day and I thought, hey, why not let her go wild abit. I quickly developed a plan.
We walked on the opposite side of the road now, near where all the even number Lorongs are, and I suddenly told my wife, “Aiya, I got stomach ache. I need to find toilet.”
“Huh? Now? Here?” She asked worriedly.
“Ya, must be from lunch or smth. Urgent” I said.
“Go where?” She asked. “Coffee shop there?” she pointed at the nearest corner mamak coffees shop.
“Iyer.. cannot lah…. Dirty. Think I need to go back to the restaurant” I said.
“Huh…. Need to walk back?” She groaned.
“No no… you just stay here. I very fast one.” I said. “you just wait here. There’s a minimart there, help me buy water or 100 plus. Just stand around there.” Then I quckly left.
Wifey was irritated but she just followed my instructions to go inside the minimart. She was totally oblivious of the time of the day and the location and setting that she was in. Plus with her outfit, she was starting to get ‘some unwanted’ attention.
It was already close to 7pm, in the middle of Geylang, where people are bustling to come back or get out of Geylang. General workers from China, Bangladesh, Myanmar were all over as they made their way back to their rented accomodations in Geylang.
I also noticed a couple of ‘streetwalkers’ standing like a doll along the walkway, near shops and 1 or 2 have already began their ‘negotiation’ with customers. Most of them were from Vietnam and China.
Initially I thought of just letting some guys come up to her to check her out. But I didn’t know the night turned out very differently.
Back to Wifey, she was in the minimart, and my blurry wife didn’t notice the throngs of workers just coming back to buy the groceries. Indians, Bangla, Chinese, Burmese…. All were inside. Some have started to beo her.
“Are you done?” She texted me.
“Not yet, waiting for someone inside” I faked a reply.
“Faster” She replied, as she stood outside a shop, near a shophouse staircase. It didn’t take long until a China man came up to her and spoke to her in thick Mandarin. She couldn’t understand, so she waved him away.
At the corner of her eye, she saw a Bangla worker standing awkwardly and have been staring at her for a while now. She first saw him in the minimart, and now outside. She didn’t feel scared coz there were a lot of people, but she also knew that she was not that safe.
“Where are you?” She texted again.
“Wait wait…” I replied.
“people are staring” She replied.
“Let them stare lor. You so sexy today” I texted back.
“whatever. HURRY UP!” She responded.
After about 5 mins of staring or so, the Bangla worker walked up to her. “Hello” He said awakwardly.
“Hi” Wifey replied.
The Bangla didn’t reply. He just continued smiling.
“You need anything?” Wifey asked. He mumbled something.
“Sorry, I cannot hear you.” She said.
“How… how…?” He said.
“How?” Wifey was puzzled.
“How…much?” He asked the GQ.
“How much what?” Wifey was still blur.
“Boom boom sexy time” He replied.
At that moment, Wifey realised about everything. She looked around and saw where she was standing, and how just 2 doors away from her, another ‘worker’ in a skimpy dress was talking to another potential customer.
And now, in front of her, a potential first customer. She laughed at this idea, and responded to the Bangla in front of her, “$1,000”, to throw him off.
“ooooh. Very high.” He replied.
“$250” He countered.
“$1,000” Wifey stood firm.
“Where are you!!! A Bangla is trying to pick me up!” She texted me.
“Oooh, This I got to see”.
“You look beautiful. $400” He countered again.
“no no…. $1,000 or don’t have” She told him.
“OMG I’m now actually negotiating with him!” She texted me.
“How much he offered?” I asked.
“$400 now…” She replied.
“Wah…. How much your price?” I asked.
“$1k” Wifey replied.
“Wahahah…. Poor thing” I said.
“Ok ok… $600, 2 shots” the Bangla suddenly replied her.
(Texting me) “He offered $600 leh.. what should I do” She panicked.
“and what is 2 shots?” She asked
“He handsome or not? 2 shots = make him cum twice” I teased.
“Of course not lah…. But he very eager” Wifey replied.
“If you want, just go lor. He confirmed fuck you kao kao =)” I replied.
“Eh you coming or not?” She asked again. I chose not to reply.
“$900…1 shot…” Wifey stood firm.
“wa…. Very expensive…” He remarked.
“I Singaporean leh.” Wifey replied. I guessed that changed something in the Bangla.
“Ok ok… $700 2 shots” The Bangla replied.
(Texting me) “$700 now… he die die want 2 shots leh. Where are you?” Wifey texted again. I ignored again.
“$900…1 shot… last price” Wifey was adament.
The Bangla smiled again, and looked around.
“please please I no much money. Today just got ang pow money… $800 ok? 2 shots.” He pleaded.
(Texting me) “800 now… 2 shots… how ah… he so pitiful leh” Wifey replied.
“if you don’t text me back, I will just go with this Bangla hor…” She ‘threatened’. I called her.
“Hello, where are you?” She asked.
“Dear, I’m somewhere near you but you cannot see me. The Bangla is the one in the grey t-shirt and blue backpack ah?” I asked.
Wifey looked around. “Yah” “What should I do next?”
I told her some instructions like get a condom, ask the Bangla pay cash first, which hotel to book for how long (I told her get 3 hours). Felt like a pimp sia.
“You sure want me to do this ah?” She asked quietly, leaving the Bangla hanging.
“Sounds exciting babe. Looking at his built, I think he has been storing his sperm for a while now”. I replied cheekily.
“You’re terrible.” She said.
“Ok go… don’t keep your customer waiting.” I said and hung up.
“$850… 2 shots” Wifey said reluctantly.
“Ok ok…” Bangla man was smiling.
“You got condom? Money?” She asked again.
“Wait wait. I go buy condom and take money out”. He went back inside the minimart and came out with his purchase.
“Come follow take money” He said, and wifey followed behind him.
I was observing them from a far and gave wifey a call again. “Where are you going?” I asked.
“Follow him to ATM. Where are you?” She asked.
“Opposite side of the road” I said. She looked around and couldn’t see me.
“Anyway, don’t put down the phone. I want to hear your conversation.” I said.
“Ok let’s go.” Bangla said as they started walking down the Lorong. I saw many eyes following them, the sight of a dark-skinned Bangla and a fair skin lady.
“So you come back from work?” Wifey asked.
“Ya…. Working.” He said.
“Work what?” She asked.
“Painting. Today 2 painting works.” He said.
They went to a hotel that I recommended, checked in, and headed up the lift. Inside, Wifey said he tried to hug, but Wifey pushed him away. They went into the room and Wifey told him to shower first.
“Clean properly” She said. She settled herself in the small room and then she texted.
“In the room 3xx already. I can hear fucking noises from other rooms.” She said.
“You should be louder =P. People don’t care” I replied.
“hmmmm….” She ended.
The Bangla came out, smelled a lot better after the shower and was just wrapped in the towel. Wifey finally got a good look at the Bangla, and thought to herself, “Hmmm, not that bad”. She described him as a lean fella, with rough hands. He had short hair, some facial hairs, and not that hairy eleswhere. And surprisingly to wifey, he has a slight 6-packs abs. He came for a hug again, but Wifey said, “Money first.”
The Bangla took out the money from his wallet and passed to her to count. “My turn shower.” Wifey said.
Inside the toilet, Wifey cleaned herself, took a good shower and tried to wrap the hotel towel round her body. But because of her now large boobs, she could only wrap the top part of her body, and exposed the bottom. She decided to put her panties back on and keep her boobs wrapped.
With a deep breath, she went out to greet her dark ‘customer’.
The Bangla almost lept out of the bed when he saw Wifey. She just stood by the bed and the Bangla came to give her a kiss, to which she replied, “No kissing here (lips) ok?” He nodded and proceeded to hug the buxomy beauty.
He kissed her on her neck whilst hugging her, and slowly, the towel got loosened. Wifey stepped back, to let the towel dropped naturally and she swore that the Bangla’s eyes brightened up. Her F-cup (ya increased already, going to G soon) now in full view, with just her skimpy panties covering her pussy.
The Bangla straight away attacked her boobs, sucking, fondling pinching. His dick got aroused and Wifey said it was quite a standard size (was expecting bigger).
“oooo… slow… oo….” She moaned. After both were aroused, Wifey pushed him away and went on her knees. She took his cock and gave a long slow sucking. She licked him thoroughly and even went down to lick his balls.
The Bangla put his hands to the back and began to slowly thrust his groin into her face. After a couple more thrusting, Wifey got up and lay down on the bed. The Bangla climbed onboard and continued to attack her boobs.
“Ouch…. Oooommmph… oooo….” Wifey moaned. The Bangla was relentless in fondling her boobs. Must be really something that he liked. Wifey decided to be naughty and motioned for him to come up for another blowjob. She pulled him closer while lying down and gave him another round of BJ.
Soon, the Bangla positioned himself down and wanted to attack her base, but Wifey stopped him midway and positioned for a titfuck amongst her huge valleys. The Bangla obliged and began thrusting again between her mounds. Wifey thought that her skills would get him to shoot his first shot. But the Bangla had other ideas.
He stopped the breast fucking and went down south to give another ‘painting’ service. They were now in a a 69 position, with the Bangla on top, his cock gobbled by wifey. He removed her panties and worked his mouth and tongue as though it was dinner time.
Wifey moaned in ecstasy but with his cock in her mouth, it sounded muted. He spent a lot of time licking and fingering her pussy, easily close to 10 mins and Wifey said she easily cummed once or twice. With one last cum, Wifey let go of his black cock and moaned more audibly.
“ooooo yes…..” She panted. Before she could rest, the Bangla turned her around.
“Wait wait! Condom… Condom…” Wife said. Bangla remembered also, and took the condom and capped on. Once Wifey is satisfied that he was capped, she turned around again and waited for the inevitable.
She felt his tip touching her pussy lips as he spreaded her butt cheeks. With a fluid movement, the Bangla’s cock went all the way deep inside her.
“Fuckkkk!!!” Wifey yelled.
The Bangla thrust backwards, and then forward, and the backwards and forward again and again. Wifey had to clench her eyes shut and felt the excitement of being ‘raped’ by her customer.
She told me that she has not had a good long sliding fuck for a long time from me, which was why she felt very turned on. Bangla pushed her head down into the pillow and began to pick up speed.
Wifey tilted her head to the side to get some air and remembering my words, she began to be loud.
“Ahhhhh! Ahhhh…. Ahhhhh…. Ahhhh” She matched with every pounding.
At this rate and intensity, she thought that the Bangla is going to cum soon. So she clenched her pussy. The Bangla must have felt it getting tighter and began to fuck her even deeper and slower. In truth he was far from finish.
After about 10 mins or so, he flipped her over and went to missionary. Wifey jiggled her F cup puppies with each thrust as Bangla pinch and fondle them. “Fuck fuck fuck…. Fuck me.. ahhhh… ahhhh” The noise didn’t stop.
Bangla got more excited and began to choke her throat with both hands. With her legs on his shoulders, it made deep penetration even easier for the Bangla. Wifey came once again in that position.
He then put her in a cowgirl position so that he could rest. Wifey took control now, and began riding him and bouncing her tits. His hands never left her boobs.
With some sliding motion back and forth, Wifey managed to get some clit orgasm also, before slumping on his chest.
Both were now panting, but Bangla, being younger and fitter, quickly sprung out of bed. He pulled Wifey up and got her to face the mirror. Wifey has not yet recoved, but Bangla’s black cock was already ramming her doggystyle again.
*piak piak piak piak was all the sound that came out from the room. Bangla pulled back her hair with one hand and his other cusped her left breast. In that position, Wifey cummed once more.
“Yes yes yes!! Fuckkk….cumming cumming….” She screamed. She slumped down for a while but Bangla pulled back her hair. With his cock still inside her, Bangla might have seen her backdoor squirming. Playfully, he started to probe her anus with his rough finger.
Wifey was still dazed by the latest orgasm and couldn’t make out what he was doing back there. But soon, she felt the tip of his index finder already inside her anus.
“wait…wait…” Bangla didn’t wait and began thrusting her again. This time, both holes got penetrated.
Wifey could only gasped and clenched her pussy once again. Her G-Spot waas ravaged with each thrust, and now, her anus got loosened by his fingering.
She felt real good at that point, and her pussy was gushing with honey.
“Cum for me… cum for me…” She motioned the Bangla.
“Ok…” He said. His first words.
He grabbed hold of wifey’s waist, and began full thrust fucking in standing doggy, with wifey clenching her pussy to make it as tight as possible.
“ahhh… ahhh… ahh…. Fuckk… ahhh….. oooo” Wife moaned.
“aHHH…” Bangla finally cummed after 45 mins of fucking. Wifey dropped to the floor and Bangla went to the toilet to clean himself up. Wifey couldn’t stand up properly and her legs were shivering.
‘Long time never fuck so intense’. She said later on.
She crawled back to the bed, cover herself under the blanket, while waiting for the Bangla to clean up. While waiting, she continued to hear sexual sounds coming from the walls.
“This hotel, very happening. Lots of sounds” Wifey texted. “Where are you?”
“Massage”. I said, as I was humping a Vietnamese chicken also with large breasts.
The Bangla came out and checked his phone. He returned a call for a short while, while stealing glances at Wifey, who showed abit of cleavage. He then climbed onto the bed, next to Wifey and started some small talk.
He shared like where he worked at, how much his pay, where his dorm is etc. Wifey just entertained his small talk but then rolled to her side. His hands quickly caressed her back.
He then played some video on his phone while Wifey texted me.
“Done with 1 shot….” Wifey texted.
“How?” I replied.
“good. Satisfying.”
“1 more round to go” I replied.
Wifey then heard loud moaning sounds again. At first she thought it was from the walls again, but it was very clear. Turns out, Bangla was playing some porn on his phone!
When Wifey turned, he showed her what he was looking at. It was some Indian porn, bad quality, low lighting type. Wifey smiled, and decided to teach him something new.
She took his phone, went to Pornhub or something, and searched for ‘BBC’. She picked a video of a black dude with a massive cock fucking a fair busty babe and showed it to the Bangla. His eyes widened. He was fixated as Wifey went to the toilet to freshen up.
Wifey re-emerged with just her bra and matching panties. Bangla was already stroking his cock and was still fixated on his new porn. Wifey drank some water before joining him back on the bed. She pointed to the black actor and said, “this one you”, and then to the white busty babe and said, “this one me”.
They both smile and watched the porn together and Wifey began to stroke his cock. The scene then changed to a blowjob and seeing that his cock was already hard, Wifey went down on him. At that point, she was more turned on than him.
Bangla moaned as she sucked him good. The veins around his cock was pulsating. The scene then changed, and it was now Wifey’s turned to get service. Bangla quickly removed her panties again and painted her pussy lips long and hard.
Bangla tried his luck again to try to put in raw. But Wifey stopped him and asked him to put on the 2nd condom. He did so, and only did Wifey let him slide his cock in again. Bangla took out her big tits from her bra, and begin to pump her again missionary.
They tried to follow the scenes in the porn, but it was too fast. Not long after, she was in doggy and once again, she was fucked hard.
And once again also, Bangla tried to finger her backdoor. This time however, Wifey relaxed herself, making it easier for him to slide in his thicker middle finger.
“Ouh…. Oouh… ou.” Wifey moaned.
Bangla stopped pumping suddenly and took his cock out. Wifey was still in doggy, when suddenly he felt a bigger tip probing her anus.
“Wait… Wait.. Wait… NO… no…!” Wifey was too late as Bangla jammed his cock in her asshole. The sensation was too good that Wifey couldn’t say out anything. Her anus was tighter and was gradually feeling ecsatsy by this black cock.
“ahh.. good….” Bangla said.
Wifey felt raped, but she enjoyed it. She let Bangla have his way and the sounds from the porn scene added further to the excitement. They continued pumping for another 30 mins, switching positions from cowgirl to reverse cowgirl, back to standing doggie.
Wifey was spent. She was totally exhausted, but her pussy still wanted more. She stripped off her bra and panties, and pull Bangla into the shower. There, she let the shower run and they continued fucking in the shower, to loud moans. I bet that whoever is walking outside their rooms can hear the sound of splashing water and sex joys.
For the last hurrah, Wifey sat on the closed toilet seat and asked bangla to fuck her deep. With her legs in the air, Bangla went deep, his hands on her breasts. As he was about to cum, she asked him, “wanna cum on my face… cum on my face”
That made Bangla excited and just before another push, Wifey got to her knees and motioned for him to cum on her pretty fair face. Bangla took off his condom and let out a roar as his man seeds sprayed across her breasts and face. She sucked him dry and both sat exhausted on the toilet floor.
They both cleaned up and went back to the bed.
Wifey checked her watch, still got 1 more hour to go, even though the 2 shots were done. That’s when the night took on an unexpected turn.
“Dear, do you fancy a threesome with my Bangla boyfriend =P” She texted me.
Needless to say, I ran straight to the room and we continued as a threesome for the last hour. Bangla used his last condom and was disheartned to see me being able to fuck Wifey raw.
What. A. Night. For all of us.
Bonnie1 here. Just checking, is anybody still waiting for the next story?
I think I owe you guys and girls 1 or 2 more episodes right?
Last year after the CNY episode with the Bangla, Wifey sat me down for a ‘talk’.
Wifey: Dear, I feel like I am starting to put on a lot weight.
Truth be told, she did gain some weight after CNY and it does start to show around her waist and thighs.
Me: Hmm, its ok lah, still acceptable and normal.
Wifey: Normal? I just don’t feel good lah.
Me: Ok what. Your boobs and butt still delicious. And you still look good to me and many other men.
Wifey: Huh… why you think of other men looking at me?
Me: All I’m saying is that you’re still desirable lah….
Wifey went away to the room pouting. Dinner time and I felt bad about it so I pacified her.
Me: Ok ok. How about I treat you to something nice if you do lose your weight.
Wifey: You mean like a bag or food ah?
Me: No lah. Maybe like cosmetic surgery or facial treatment or what.
Wifey: (started to lighten up abit). Do my nose can? (testing water)
Me: Cannn….
We then started talking about what kind of cosmetic surgery she would dream of doing. Nose lah, botox lah, fillers… All the things I don’t know.
Couple of days later, she excitedly shared with me a Korean nose surgery place.
Me: So how much you want to lose to do your nose?
Wife: 5kg?
Me: 5kg only? No way lah. 10kg, then I sponsor you.
Wife: …. Ok lor…. You say one.
I then came across a clinic that showed some breast augmentation or lifting or implant service. A naughty thought came into my mind.
Me: Dear, how about your breasts… it does look like it’s starting to sag and shrink abit…
Wifey: Huh? Are you sure? (checking herself)
Me: Ya I think so… You were an ‘F’ right?
Wifey: Ya I think so… Not big enough for you ah?
Me: Enough, just that your F is like the smaller and sagging ‘F’.
Wifey: Its normal what for ladies… sure drop one.
Me: I saw this clinic, near your nose clinic. Can make it ‘firm again’. Or make bigger also can.
Wifey: You naughty lah. Still want bigger for what? Heavy you know.
Me: Bigger so that I can show you off mah.
Wifey: Show to who?
Me: I don’t know… Bangla…. Neighbours… all the cheekopeks lah … hahah.
Wifey: Crazy lah you…. You want me to do ah? (She half bought the idea)
Me: Of course… Maybe go to… ‘G’ cup?
Wifey: Siao…
(there was a pause)
Wifey: You want me to do.. can, but… give me discount.
Me: Ok… you lose 8kg in 3 months, you get your nose and your boobs.
We shook hands and we laughed about it.
In those 3 months, Wifey tried to lose weight. She cut down abit on her snacking and watched her diet. She did try to like exercise, but was not too consistent. In the end, she did lose about 7.2kg, but by then, I had already kenna conned to book for the 2 ops in Korea.
So we went to Korea, did the ops and stayed there. To Wifey, she was happy of course, get to go holiday and do her surgeries. After we came back, I had to fly off for 2 weeks of business trip, which also gave Wifey time to rest and recover.
When I got back, I could tell the difference in her appearance. Her nose was sharper and helped her look younger. Her boobs was more perky and she showed me the new larger bra she bought to accommodate.
‘Wah!!!!” I exclaimed as I began to grope her in the living room. “So big…..” I was getting a bit turned on, but the trip also made me feel tired. Wifey was expecting me to ‘play’ with her but I rejected. “Maybe after I sleep” I said. Can sensed she was abit disappointed.
Next morning was a Thursday and I took the whole week off to rest.
Me: Dear, shall we go somewhere away from SG? Short trip?
Wifey: Hmmm…. Where? JB? KL?
Me: Hmmm… don’t want ah… nothing fun there.
Wifey: Bali? Hong Kong?
Me: No…. How about…. Batam?
Wifey: Batam? Do what in Batam?
Me: I don’t know… just go… and its nearby…
Wifey: Up to you lor… I just follow. Don’t mind getting outside.
So we quickly packed up and travel light. I managed to find a hotel with a small beach. I saw that Wifey packed her favourite baby blue bikini, a couple of sundresses and even one naughty lingerie. I smiled because I know she wanted some action.
And that spurred something in me.
We took the afternoon ferry and cleared Batam immigration around 4pm. When we exited the ferry terminal, there were a couple of drivers that were pushing their services. One of them caught my eye and I went straight to him.
The driver helped us with our 2 bags and I gave him the direction to go to. On the ride there, he was asking me about what our plans are, where we would like to go and some recommendations for food etc. You know, typical driver talk.
I found him to be friendly and earnest and we chatted more. He introduced himself as ‘Yudi’. Yudi is a rotund and plump man who looks way older than his age of 39 years old. He wore a shirt one size too small and his bottom button was stretched out by his belly. He has a slick back hair style and a thin moustache. His English wasn’t the best but ok lah, enough to make small talks.
As we sat behind him, I kept noticing that he was bio-ing wifey. Wifey was in a sundress and hat. Even though she didn’t show any deep cleavage, her newly upsized boobs probably caught his attention.
Nearer to the resort, I took Yudi’s number and we arranged for him to pick us up to bring to a seafood dinner place.
We reached the resort and checked in. We initially wanted to walk down to the beach, but as the weather looked like it was overcast, we decided to stay in the room. Wifey was abit touchy feely and I can smell her sex. But I thought of holding her out, so that the night session can be more explosive.
We did make out a bit on the bed and she was about to give me a blowjob when suddenly my phone rang. It was Yudi. I had to stop her and answered the call.
Yudi: Hello Pak, I am nearby the resort. You let me know when you are ready and I can be at lobby.
Me: Ok ok… 30 minits.
Yudi. Ya ok Pak.
That break in momentum, caused my didi to calmed back down. Wifey also stopped and we then go changed. This time, she changed into one of her dresses that showed a lot of longkang. The night went on as per normal, and Batam was relatively quiet, maybe because it wasn’t the school holidays.
After dinner and the way back to the resort, Yudi asked me if we would like to go for any massage or café. I told him no, but on the back of my mind, I was thinking… hmmm “How can I get some action for Wifey in this place”.
Me: Maybe tomorrow we go massage, Yudi.
Yudi: Ok Pak, I know some place good massage. (he said with wink)
Yudi kept glancing at my wife and she noticed it too.
“Dear dear. This driver… keeps looking at me… I not comfortable” she whispered to me.
I loved it whenever my wife is not feeling comfortable with someone. It makes it more exciting.
“Of course lah… your neh now so big.” I said and she glared at me.
“Why don’t you show more than half ball.” She glared at me even more and adjusted her top to cover.
“You don’t try to be funny ah. Besides, he looks weird and pudgy.” She said.
“Oh come one, you had bigger and rounder guys” I said. She smacked me playfully.
Yudi dropped us off and I asked Wifey to go up to the room first as I wanted to make arrangements with Yudi on the next day’s plans. She went ahead coz she said she also needed to use the toilet urgently.
I saw that Yudi was smoking next to his car near where he dropped us off and joined him. We chit chatted abit and then I asked about the massage place.
“…… the massage place you recommend… good?” I asked.
“Good Pak. Many guys go there…” He said.
“Guys only?” I asked, hinting something.
“You want Guys only massage also got Pak”. Yudi said.
“Happy or not?” I went straight to the point. This line actually opened Yudi up.
“Happy Pak! Very happy! All the guys I bring this shop… all happy come out” Yudi seemed more energetic.
I smiled and said, “can choose or not (the girl)?”
“Yes can Pak. You like which type Pak?” Yudi asked.
“Must see what the shop have” I said. “You go any photos?” I asked again.
Yudi then took out a second handphone and started scrolling.
“Got this one…. This one… this one….” He showed me some of the ‘working girls’. Too be honest, none of them caught my eye.
“I want young young one…. This one you show… all old” I just disturbed Yudi.
“Young young one also have… not a lot… and at another place” Yudi said.
“But Pak” Yudi interjected. “This place… your Wife how..?” He asked
“Cannot bring my wife ah?” I asked.
“Can Pak… but this is Man place.” Yudi said.
“so got no masseur for my wife?” I probed.
“All massage girls Pak. For Man” he said.
“hmm… then you massage her lah…. Can?” I jokingly asked.
“iiisssssh…. How can…” Yudi replied.
“you don’t know how to massage?” I asked.
“Yes Pak… I know… but…” Yudi struggled for words at this opportunity given to him.
“My wife will listen to me….” I just said. “Ok lah I see how tomorrow want to go massage or not” I then went up.
Back in the room, Wifey was waiting for me. “So long talk with the driver ah?”
“Ya he recommending me where to go for massage tomorrow….” I replied her nonchalantly.
“ooo…. Massage sounds nice…” Wifey said. “I also want to go…”
An evil thought came into my mind.
I told Wifey the plan for the next day, which was breakfast and then suntanning at the beach in the morning. Then we will have late lunch and then Yudi will bring us to sightsee some of Batam’s bridges (?), then to a mall for dinner and then to the massage place at night. Wifey was ok with that idea.
We then cuddled and then the action started. Wifey was already changed into her naughty black lingerie and because of her upsized boobs, there were spilling out in a very sexy way. And her sharp nose kinda changed abit how she looks and with the right make up, I exclaimed, “wow… its like I got a new sexy wife”
Wifey smiled and we kissed passionately. The sex was fairly straight forward; she gave me a blowjob and I returned the favor by licking her pussy. We both got horny and started with missionary.
Wifey stretched her arms out and her mighty G-cups boobs now jiggle even more. I was fucking turned on when she kept moaning with every single pump.
“Oh god your pussy is so tight” I said.
“coz… long time… never get from you….” She whispered back.
I pulled her up and we did standing doggy in front of the mirror. Looking at her in the mirror with her new looks, I fucked her harder and she reached her first orgasm and was panting. We kissed and I pulled her towards the balcony. She was reluctant until I switched off the lights in the room.
We fucked doggystyle again looking out into the sea and she was comfortable to moan louder. As she was to cum again, I purposely stopped pumping her and asked her to get on her knees and blow me. I took out my phone and video-ed her blowing me, her huge breasts featuring prominently.
“what are you doing?” She asked me when she noticed the phone.
“Inspecting my goods that I paid for….” I smiled. She continued blowing me. We then moved back to the bedroom and I switched on the lights. I motioned for her to climb on me like a cowgirl and I recorded her riding me. Wifey was clearly enjoying herself and I could feel and hear her pussy juice squirting out and she rode me.
She was telling me that she wanted to cum again, but again, I stopped her just in time. She was getting annoyed but I told her I wanted to fug her in missionary again. We changed position and I licked her pussy while squeezing her breasts. They really do feel much bigger and less saggy. She was about to cum again and I stopped.
I then climbed her again and pumped long slow strokes and kissed her passionately.
“Dear… you know… you still owe me right?” I said
“aahh… huh….ah…. owe you?”she asked as he was getting pumped.
“yes… you didn’t lose 8kg fully….” I started to pump harder. She kept quiet coz I think she knows where I was going with it.”
“therefore… you… must… follow… my needs….” I whispered.
“what….urgh… do.. you….urgh… want” She whimpered
I took a while to reply her as we were both getting passionately intertwined.
“Yudi” I said.
“Huh…?” Wifey was confused
“Yudi” I repeated.
‘Wahts that…?” She asked as we are still in missionary.
“The…. Driver…” I said with a smile.
Wifey then looked at me with some disgust and fear. “Him… why?” She asked.
“Yes… must share these (I grabbed her huge boobs) with him” I said.
“but..urgh.. urgh…” I fucked her faster and pinched her nipples.
“ok?” I said. No reply. Wifey clenches her eyes.
“I’m cumming… I’m cumming…” She said. I purposely slowed down again to make her lose the feeling. “No…. I wont let you cum until you agree…”
“no…. not him… why…”she asked again. I didn’t reply and I continued to increase my speed again.
“coz you owe me…” I said and I pumped her hard again.
“dear… I’m cumming again… please….urgh… let me cum…” She sounded desperate.
“Yudi…. Ok?” I said..
“mmmph…. Mmphh….” She moaned.
“say ok…. And then you can cum…” I said..
“ok…. Ok…” she said.
“Ok what?” I asked to clarify.
“Ok.. Yudi… urgh… I’m cumming…” She wanted to cum again.
“tomorrow your flirt…and play….and let him fuck you…ok?”
“ok! OK! Anything… let me cum… I’m cumming… urgh…. I’m cumming….cumming…” This time I let her cum as I feel her vagina walls tighten up around my dick.
Wifey let out an enormous orgasm which left her shaking afterwards, her tits jiggling uncontrollably. As I still haven’t cummed yet, I then dragged her out of bed and into the shower. I placed my phone to record the shower area and we started again in the shower. We kissed and wifey gave a tight blowjob which in the end I surrendered my armies down her boobs.
We showered and got ready in bed. Before she slept, she asked me, “why do you like seeing me with other man?”
I replied, “coz it stroke my ego to know that I have something desirable that others cannot get”. I think wifey was a bit happy hearing that and she turned around and dozed off.
Next morning, Wifey wore her baby blue bikini and after breakfast, we lounged on the sundeck chairs near the beach. It was very empty that day, except for a few staff manning the beach bar and some other old ang mo tourists. I took some photos wifey in her bikini without her knowledge at different angles.
“Yudi. Later 2pm at lobby yah?” I messaged.
“Ok Pak” he replied.
Then I purposely sent him 2 of the photos I took of wifey in the bikini and waited to see the two blue ticks to indicate that he has seen. I saw that he was starting to type some message and I quickly deleted those 2 photos.
“Sorry Yudi. Sent to wrong person (smiley face)” I was baiting him
“Ok Pak (smiley face)” he replied after a while.
“Ibu…. Looks… good (thumbs up)” Yudi suddenly replied.
“She want massage night” I said.
“Ok Pak.” Yudi replied.
Wifey and I then had lunch at the resort and afterwards, I told her to wear something ‘fun’. Wifey gave me a smirk and re-appeared in a low cut blouse, skirt and matching pair of peach underwear. Her hug boobs were popping out of the blouse, so she brought along a simple shawl to make herself more decent.