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.”
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.”
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.
Thanks for still supporting this thread after so long!
Really appreciate it. My fault for keep disappearing and unable to do more frequent updates due to my busy personal schedule. I know how frustrating it can get for the loyal readers to be left hanging there.
Will strive to do more regular updates going forward. Hope to see more support again. The forum seems to have a dearth of hot stories recently.
Thanks for still supporting this thread after so long!
Really appreciate it. My fault for keep disappearing and unable to do more frequent updates due to my busy personal schedule. I know how frustrating it can get for the loyal readers to be left hanging there.
Will strive to do more regular updates going forward. Hope to see more support again. The forum seems to have a dearth of hot stories recently.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.