Time: Friday
Venue: Office
The same office. The same busy scene outside my office. The same usual working day as any other day.
The only difference was me. My mind was working in overdrive. Not on my work. But on my revenge plot.
In my mind, I was recounting the whole sequence of events. How George had set me up, the invitation letter, the second reminder letter, how I fell for it, the email, the whole plot. It was all a mind game. How on earth did a high flyer like myself fell for it? Unbelievable. Irrational.
Yes, irrational was the word.
I recalled George was a Masters in Psychology. He was good with mind games. His plot played on my weakness, although I had never had the slightest intention to stray in the past. So why would he think I would fall for the trap?
I was working furiously on my laptop. I had given specific instructions to my team not to disturb me unless absolutely necessary.
After a good 2 hours of research, I had finally formed the conclusion: “Whether me or anyone else, crosses the line from flirty exchanges to infidelity, come down to what’s in our DNA. Basically, we are wired to stray.”
It would not take an expert to clue us on what’s playing out all around us. For starters, there’s the pileup of high-profile trysts that had made the deadlines – Tiger Woods, Bill Clinton, Wayne Rooney, and closer to us, Ng Boon Gay and Peter Lim. Then there’s your friend who would have gotten dangerously close to the edge. Our culture seemed almost steeped in infidelity.
No matter how much you loved your spouse, 3 things would happen over time.
Number 1 – Familiarity breeds boredom. Be it a plate of your favourite food, your favourite movie, or your favourite book, asking you to eat the same dish everyday, watch the show for the 100th time or to read the same storyline over and over again, you would not have the same interest or urge anymore. So how different would that be when it came to sex, our most basic instinct and needs.
Number 2 – Great Expectations. Human are greedy. No matter how much you love the other half, no one is perfect. There would definitely be something that you would be dissatisfied with your other half. Not as responsive on bed, the incessant nagging, not as macho as the hunk next door. There would always be the dream guy/girl that would make your heart flutter just that bit faster.
Number 3 – Prohibited Desire. This is in the nature of every human beings. The more you can’t get your hand on something, the more you will desire it. That’s the reason why you would feel your adrenalin pumping when you are about to do something that is prohibited. This would include anything, from telling a lie, to stealing $10 from the drawer, playing truant from school, to straying. In fact, that’s one of the greatest kick for people who are married. When the opportunity presents itself, and the prospect is someone that is to your liking, almost 95% of people would succumb to it.
Even a usually intelligent high-flyer like myself would fall for it. This would mean almost everyone could fall for it.
George’s plot was brilliant. The only condition for it to work, the targets must be married personnel.
12.35 pm.
Lunch time. I purposely stayed back. Almost everyone had gone for lunch. Except for Peter. I must find an excuse to dispense him.
“Peter, sorry I am rushing some work. Do you have some time now? Can I trouble you to grab a sandwich and a can of Coke from the canteen?”
“Oh ok sure, I am about to grab some lunch for myself too.”
Perfect, the whole office was now empty. I casually walked over to Raymond’s desk and left an office file folder in his in-tray. In it contained the trading records from yesterday’s transactions.
That’s not the important point. What’s important was the green envelope I hid under the file folder.
3.18 pm.
Raymond saw the green envelope. Opened it. Read the content. Looked around furtively. Grabbed his briefcase and put the envelop into it. Went back to his computer. Could tell that his mind was wandering off.
Great. Looked like part 1 was successful. Now to the more difficult part 2.
I went down to level 18. HR department.
“Hi Mrs Tan, I need a personal favour from you.”
“Hi Wilson, what can I do for you? Just say it.”
I knew one of the things I needed to play the corporate game well was connections. Basically I was well-liked throughout the whole company, from the bosses, to my staff and even to the pantry auntie. You never knew when you needed their help. The HR executive, Mrs Tan, was one of those I had worked my charm on.
“Nothing much lah. You know yesterday, me and George were at it again. I just thought of dropping by his house this weekend to pass him a house-warming gift. You know lah, he just moved house. Missed his house-warming. So I thought of using this chance to try to mend some relationship with him. Not good to be always at loggerheads with each other.”
“Oh ya, I heard about yesterday. Gossip travels fast. So you need his address?”
“Yes, yes. So smart of you. But don’t tell him I got the address from you. Not nice to let him think that I am purposely planning for this after yesterday’s incident.”
“Aiya I know what to do lah. Here you go.”
“Oh by the way, here’s my leave form. Need to take a couple of hours off earlier today. Have an important family dinner. Boss signed already.”
I took the address from Mrs Tan and left the office.
Drove my BMW straight to the address on the piece of paper.
4.05 pm
Reached the condo. Instead of driving into the condo, I parked my BMW along the roadside outside the condo, away from the view of the guards at the guard house.
I slipped on the black windbreaker that motorcyclists would usually wear. On one hand was a parcel. On the other hand was a motorcyclist helmet.
“Hi man, I have a parcel delivery to Jenny at unit #18-203.”
“Ok wait” The guard dialled on his telecom and spoke to a woman. Sounds like a Filipino maid.
“Ok you can leave the parcel here. The maid is coming down to collect.”
I had expected it. George and Jenny were both at work.
About 5 minutes later, I handed the parcel over to the maid.
“The sender specifically instructed that the parcel must be given only to your mam, not to your sir.”
“Ok no problem. Sir is coming back home very late tonight anyway. Will pass this to mam soon as she is coming back for dinner.”
Yes, I knew George would be late home tonight. He should be hanging around Goodwood Park Hotel, waiting for me to turn up.
“What’s inside the parcel? So light.”
“I have no idea too. I am only the courier.”
I left the place, revealing my grin when my back was turned towards them.
Of course the parcel was light. Inside the box contained only a green envelope.
Time: Friday night
Venue: My study room
Claire was having dinner with some of her girlfriends tonight. I was supposed to join her but I rejected the dinner yesterday because of The Secret Club.
So here I was, munching on the Subway sandwiches I bought on my way back. I was in my study room, looking intently at the screen of my laptop.
On it, two browsers were opened. One yahoo mail. One gmail.
8.09 pm.
A new mail came into my yahoo mail. From
[email protected]
.
I read the email and deleted it.
Haha George must be fuming why I did not turn up.
8.11 pm
Before I could wipe the grin off my face, an email came into my gmail.
My gmail was "
[email protected]
"
The email was from
[email protected]
A bit more on Raymond. He was one of my staff. Joined my team about a year ago as a fresh grad from NUS. First-class honours in Economics.
Raymond was one of the most handsome young hunk in our department. 25 years old. A frequent gym-goer. Smart, young, chiselled features, V-shaped physique. A lot of the girls in our department were head over heels for him. Unfortunately for them, he was married.
I opened his email. “I am in. From Raymond”
8.25 pm
Another email came into my gmail.
From
[email protected]
I opened the email.
Bingo!
Jenny was in as well.
Part 3 of my plan. Succeeded.
I need to plan for part 4 now.
Before I could do that, my mind drifted to Jenny.
First met Jenny at last year Company Dinner and Dance.
That’s the first time most of us met George’s wife. They had only gotten married about 2 years ago. Our jaws almost dropped to the floor when we saw Jenny.
She was wearing a simple red mini-dress that ended very high on her thigh, showing off her sexy legs. A white translucent top was loped over her dress. Simple but sexy. Her dress showed off her shapely figure.
She was simply stunning. Womanly, shapely, sexy. Jenny was not those skinny girls that you would usually see walking around in Orchard nowadays. In fact, her figure was those fleshy type, but the flesh was all at the right places, accentuating her hour-glass, shapely figure.
The face of an angel, the body of a devil. Long, wavy dyed hair completed the perfect package of a sex siren. Jenny oozes sensuality from her head to toe.
At the dinner, I think Claire, Michelle and Jenny were the top 3 most attractive ladies.
Jenny was 10 years younger than George, so she was 32 years old now. We could not fathom how on earth could George marry such a young and sexy wife.
I still remembered at the dinner, George basically paraded his beautiful wife. Table by table, he introduced his wife to everyone, including the bunch of new joiners at the table beside us. After that, they were all commenting and gossiping non-stop how beautiful George’s wife was.
During the D&D, there was a game where the most handsome guys and prettiest ladies were called on stage to be voted by the audience.
Claire and Michelle were both called on stage. But they didn’t win.
Jenny was the female winner. Raymond was the male winner.
Jenny look-alike
Time: Saturday evening
Venue: Outside Morton’s Steakhouse
6.30 pm.
30 min to the H Hour.
I had instructed Raymond and Jenny to meet at Morton’s Steakhouse at Mandarin Oriental Hotel. I was early to lay in ambush outside the restaurant to spy on things. I purposely chose this restaurant as the surrounding outside is quite dark with the winding corridor and I could have a good view at the restaurant from a concealed spot outside.
6.45 pm.
Raymond reached. He was shown to the table I reserved for them under the name “The Special Club”. Good. Raymond was following instructions.
7.05 pm.
Still no sign of Jenny. Was my plan going to fail before it started?
From my view, I could see Raymond fidgeting at his seat and kept checking his mobile phone. Must be accessing the email to see if there was any new instructions for him.
7.10 pm.
The female lead reached.
Jenny looked fantastic. Dressed in a black tight mini-dress that hugged her curvaceous body, her black translucent stockings completed her sexy wear. Her long, wavy hair was dyed blonde. She was dressed to kill tonight. I felt a stir in my groin area. Raymond would be a lucky man tonight.
She hesitated a bit at the entrance, letting the waitress walked into the restaurant herself. She took a deep breath and followed in.
At the table, Raymond stood up anxiously to greet Jenny. In his haste, he knocked against the table and a glass fell over. There was a little commotion of the waiters drying the table and replacing the glasses.
Finally both of them got seated down awkwardly. I could see them looking through the menu for their orders, but both kept stealing glances at each other. Totally could understand their awkwardness. If I were them, I might not perform as well either.
In my instructions to them, I had specifically told them not to discuss anything about “The Special Club.” Anyone who was caught talking about that would be expelled from the club with immediate effect. I must ensure they did not talk about it. Too much detail might expose my plot. They were “supposed” to have nominated each other, remember?
As the dinner went on, it seemed they were getting more and more comfortable with each other. They were sharing some jokes and giggling. Looked like Raymond was a good player.
8 pm.
They paid the bill and walked out of the restaurant, with Raymond walking in front and Jenny a few steps behind. Both seemed nervous that they might bump into someone they knew.
Raymond went up the lift while Jenny walked out through the corridor to Marina Square direction. They must have agreed to go up to the room separately, just to be safe.
8.20 pm
Me in room 08-19. They in 08-18.
I brought out the “Wall Bug Listening Device” which I had bought for $180 from Sim Lim. I had thought of videoing the action next door, but it was too difficult to plant the spy camera into their room without leaving any trace behind. Recording their action would be the next best option.
I attached the listening device to the wall and strained my ears for any action next door.
“Mmmmmm” Jenny purred in her mouth as they were locked in a passionate kiss.
I could make out the sound of furious kissing and the shuffling of bodies. Their hands must be all over each other, while they were having frenching.
“Jenny you are so beautiful. Push your tongue into my mouth. Let me suck it.”
“Uh….ehhhh”
The slurping noise went on for a good 10 minutes.
“You smell so nice. I am going to lick your ears and neck and everywhere.”
“Uhhhh Raymond, you are making me feel so good.”
I could hear a loud sucking sound and muffled moans. Raymond must be sucking on Jenny’s sumptuous breasts.
The sucking sound stopped momentarily. Think it was the sound of clothes coming off.
“Ahhhh…..not there. Not there. Ummmmm…..uhhhhh….errrrmmmmm”
“You taste so sweet. Let me lick your nectar.”
“Oh Raymond. Your tongue is so skilful. Eat me.”
Raymond must be giving Jenny a good lick as the room was filled with Jenny moans and groans.
My cock was trying to push out from my jeans. I unzipped my jeans and pushed the whole pants down. I laid myself on the table next to the wall and began rubbing my hardened cock. Jenny’s moans was so sexy.
“Ahhhh Raymond…..mmmmm…..I can’t stand it anymore. I need your cock in me. I need you to shove your dick in me…….. I am going to ride you hard.”
The moment the dick shoved inside her hot pussy, Jenny let out an uncontrollable groan in satisfaction.
“Ohhhhmmmmmm you are so big.”
“Jenny, your hole is so hot….so wet…..so juicy…..so warm. I have been dreaming of fucking this hole ever since I met you at last year D&D.”
“Oh fuck….shove it deeper…..harder….you are so big. Is this better than your dream? Do you imagine how sexy my pussy is? Is the feeling now better than what you have imagined?”
“Yes Jenny, yes Jenny. You are so beautiful. This is better than any sex I have experienced before. I am going to fuck you hard tonight with my 8-inch cock.”
“Yes, shove it all into me. Oh fuck…..uhhhhh ohhhhhh……I want your cock. It is so much bigger than George.”
“Haha my cock is huge. I can satisfy you all night.”
“Mmmmm oh yes. That’s what I have been needing. Fuck me. Your cock feels so big in me. So fucking hard and big. Mmmmmmso fucking gooooddddd!”
The two bodies banging into each other and their incessant moaning filled the air. The bed began to squeak lewdly and the headboard was slamming furiously against the wall, matching the intensity of their fucking.
Harder and harder, faster and faster.
“ahhhhhh….arrrgggghhhh” Both of them gave out one loud groan together. They must have climaxed together.
My cock also spurted out its jism together with them. I had been tugging in tandem with them and imagining my hand to be Jenny’s pussy. But I knew the feeling would be much better than my cold hand. Lucky bastards George and Raymond.
I heard the noise quietening down and followed by water splashing. They must be washing themselves.
Checked my watch. 9.35 pm. They had been at it for close to an hour.
I walked over to my bed and closed my eyes to have a quick rest.
Shit. I must have fallen asleep.
12.20 am. I slept for almost 2.5 hrs. The earlier exhaustion made me so tired.
I quickly went to the listening device to check out the action next door.
“Ohhhhh fuck ….you are so goooooddd……yes fuck me fuck me!”
Jenny was groaning and moaning loudly. They were at it again.
“Jenny, I am cumming soon. “
“Pull it out. You are not wearing condom this time.”
“Ahhh Jenny, please. I can’t hold it anymore. I want to cum into you.”
“No no take it out Raymond.”
“Ahhhhhhhhh…….”
“What are you doing Raymond?”
A deep, erotic groan from Raymond signalled that he had cummed. He had cummed into Jenny’s raw pussy.
“I am sorry Jenny.”
“What’s done cannot be undone. Treat this as my last treat to you. I think this is the last sex we can get away with tonight. It’s late. Need to head home.”
“Well, as long as this is not the last time in future, I will let you go.”
“Haha, you mean you still have any strength left? You have fucked me twice, shot into my unprotected pussy once, and I have sucked and swallowed your cum once. You are insatiable.”
“Do you know how sexy you are? I can do you all night.”
Damn I missed so much action.
That was their last action for the night. They washed up and went home.
As for me, I also made my own way home. But Jenny’s moans and her sexy body kept filling my mind.
I had originally intended to send the recording to George as revenge. However I decided against that now.
Who cares about what revenge? I had more important and better things to do now.
Time: Sunday
Venue: Home
Sunday was the only day of the week when me and my wife would sleep in, till we woke up naturally, without alarm clock, without any sort of morning call.
Especially this Sunday morning. I was exhausted last night.
We slept at almost 3 am last night. I reached home past midnight, grabbed a pack of supper for my wife along my way home. After we had supper, I grabbed Claire to bed and fucked her silly. Obviously recalling and visualising the images of Raymond and Jenny.
You have fucked me twice, shot into my unprotected pussy once, and I have sucked and swallowed your cum once. You are insatiable
Do you know how sexy you are? I can do you all night
The last conversation I heard between Raymond and Jenny kept replaying in my head.
I fucked Claire twice, shot into her raw once, and made her sucked and swallowed my cum once.
11.50 am
“Dear you awake? It’s almost 12. I am hungry. Let’s go for lunch ya?”
I was awaken from my sweet dreams by a little nudge on my arm. Opened my eyes and saw my lovely Claire looking at me with her doe-eyes. My wife was a real beauty.
“Sure dear. You wash up first. I will follow shortly.”
Claire got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.
Her silky, pink pyjamas dress clung into her slender body like a glove. Her sexy perky butt swaying as she walked.
I had enjoyed that young body last night, but 99% of the time, I did not see that body as Claire’s. In my mind was all Jenny’s. That’s possibly why we had one of our most enjoyable sex in quite a while. That feeling of excitement was like when I took Claire’s body for the very first time. Now I yearned for Jenny’s body.
12.45 pm
We were at AMK Hub for lunch. At Ichiban Sushi.
There were some maternity or parenting classes on the level 4 of AMK Hub on weekends, so there were usually a lot of pregnant women or young mothers with their toddlers at the area. Everytime I saw a married couple or a young mother with her kids, I would steal an extra glance at them.
My mind would be thinking whether they would succumb to extra-marital temptations if the opportunity presented itself, and of course, the person to have that affair with them would be me.
I had tested the theory on Raymond and Jenny. Two very attractive married personnel. 100% success rate. Won’t that apply to most people then? That thought made me re-look at all married personnel with tainted glass.
At this moment, a very pretty young mother walked into the restaurant with a baby in a pram. She was wearing a spaghetti strap blouse with denim shorts. Very sexy. I would love to rip that shorts off, bend her over and stick my cock up her wet pussy. How she would be moaning and groaning for more.
“Dear what are you thinking about? You look so distracted since last night. You ok?”
My wife woke me up from my day-dreaming.
After our lunch, we went to catch a movie.
5.45 pm
We reached my father’s HDB flat at Ang Mo Kio.
My father, Frankie. Aged 53 yrs old. Still working as a taxi-driver to pass his free time and earn his own keep. My mother had passed away 3 years ago. My father refused to move in with me or my brother as he did not want to disturb us.
Hence, every Sunday, both myself and my brother would go back for dinner with my father to keep him company.
“Pa, we are here.”
“Come, come on in. Make yourself comfortable. Dinner would be ready in about 15 min. Jason and Phoebe would be here soon as well.” He was calling out from the kitchen.
6.05 pm
“Eh Kor, hi Claire, we are here.”
That’s my brother Jason and his wife.
Jason, aged 27. Signed on Army since he graduated from Ngee Ann Poly. Captain in some Armour unit now.
Phoebe, aged 21. Working as a fashion design trainee.
They just gotten married last year.
Phoebe lookalike
Phoebe was wearing a white top draped over a red spaghetti blouse, with a blue jeans. Her dressing was usually unique because of her profession.
Very petite and pretty girl. Oval-shaped face, fair skin, quite short at 1.58. Slim and petite. Her hair was usually shoulder length but today her hair was waist-length. Must be some hair extension.
I usually never took a second look at her. But today was a bit different.
Why?
Because she was a married woman. And a very pretty one.
Time: Sunday night
Venue: Home
11.25 pm
I was sitting alone in my study.
Told Claire I needed to prepare for a meeting for the next day. She went ahead to bed first.
I was deep in thoughts. How should I proceed next with “The Special Club”?
It started with a silly plot by George to trick me, and I reciprocated the same ploy on his wife, Jenny, simply as a form of revenge. I had gotten the evidence of George’s wife adultery and could use that to “attack” George. However, that thought no longer excited me.
Who cared about that stupid revenge plot now? What good would it make to break up George’s family? He wasn’t exactly that bad to me after all. I mean, I had not come to any harm. It would be too evil of me to destroy his family.
I had a better plan now. Won’t it be even better if I get to enjoy Jenny’s sexy body, to have her in bed?
And the wonderful potential of “The Special Club”?
Where I could possibly have every married women I craved for…… Michelle, my pretty subordinate….. that would be amazing. Even Phoebe, my fashionable petite sister-in-law. That thought caused a gush of blood to my groin. I felt warmth. It sure felt good.
My next steps must be carefully planned.
If I were to use the audio recording to “blackmail” Jenny, it might just backfire on me and land me in hot soup with the law if things went wrong. Crossed that out.
If I were to use the same trick on Michelle or Phoebe, what if they turned up and found out to be me, and turned their back on it, won’t that spoil my relationship with them and hurt my own reputation? Crossed this out.
If I were to organise an outing session for “The Special Club” now, and only myself, Raymond and Jenny turned up, won’t it expose myself to them that I was the man behind the whole club? Too risky. Do-able but we needed more members before we could organise something for the members.
Yes, what we needed to do now was for the Special Club to recruit more members. I would only show my face when we had more serious members and I could then take my time and my pick among them. Good. This was what I would do. Let the club grew its members base first.
Since Raymond and Jenny were already in it, I shall continue with them to grow the base. That’s the easiest method.
I opened my email for The Special Club and wrote to Raymond and Jenny.
“Thank you for going through the session last night. You are now officially a member of The Special Club.
I am sure you have enjoyed yourself greatly.
Now it is your rewards time. You have earned yourself the right to nominate a person of your choice to join the club. We will do all the liaison for you and if the person decides to join, we will arrange for a dinner and room session like what you have been through.
Please send your reply to us by Wednesday 12 noon with the following information: (i) Name of person (ii) Home or Office Address or any place where we can send the invitation card to that person
Do note that the person must be a married personnel”
Time: Wednesday
Venue: Office
10.25 am
Been clicking on the refresh button to check for new incoming emails since morning but nothing received.
12 noon was the deadline for Raymond and Jenny to send in their nominations. As the time drew nearer, I was getting more and more anxious. I would not want the fun to end here. If they did not send in their nominations, I would have to start from scratch again; worse still, I might not have another chance to get Jenny.
I would love to enjoy Jenny, that sexy vixen. Please let the mail come in.
11.40 am
Damn. Only 20 min left.
Raymond was deep in thoughts the whole morning at his workstation. Was that a sign of his internal struggle whether to continue with the Special Club? Even if Jenny pulled out, I was hoping at least Raymond could continue. At least that meant I could continue to use him to test on other girls. Please, I did not want to start from scratch again.
The fun had only just begun. Don’t let it ends before my turn please. That possibility made me dread myself for not taking Raymond’s place for the rendezvous with Jenny. What if Jenny decided that one time was enough and I would not get to do it with her?
Suddenly, Raymond stood up from his seat, glanced at my direction from his workstation at the far corner of the office.
Did he discover that I was the mastermind behind The Special Club?
Shit, I just recalled that Raymond was an expert with computers and IT. Did he manage to trace the IP address of the email to me?
Raymond was walking over towards my direction.
Don’t panic first. He might be walking over to Michelle, whom was his direct superior.
As he walked closer, my heart began to pound faster.
He walked past Michelle’s desk. Towards my room. My heart was in my throat now.
I scrambled to close the browser of the email. Shit. I should clear history.
He was just 5 steps to my door.
I opened the browser again. It was loading slowly.
“Knock knock”
“Come in”
“Boss, can I speak to you for a minute on something personal?”
“Sure, take a seat”
The clearing browser history circle finally stopped revolving. I heaved a sigh of relief in my heart silently. But my guilty anxiety hadn’t ended yet.
“Boss, I heard you stayed at the OPQ Condo. You know, I have been doing a lot of house-hunting recently. Me and my wife are quite interested in your condo area. Do you think it’s convenient for us to drop by for a look around your house? Want to check out the facilities and internal layout.”
“Sure, small thing. When?”
“Possibly this Sat. Can you give me your address first? We have some floor plans in mind for your area. Want to check if your unit is among those that we are interested in first. If not, won’t need to trouble you.”
“Sure, sure” I scribbled my address and passed to Raymond.
“Thanks Boss!”
As Raymond walked out of my room, my heart also followed his movement, down from my throat, back to its original position.
I was like a little kid who stole sweets from the provision shopkeeper, and had to act innocent and cool in front of him.
I was still in my daze when my phone rang. It’s Raymond on the other line.
“Hi Boss, no need to trouble you. My wife has managed to find another friend who stays in your condo, and their unit is closer to what we are looking for. So thanks for your help.”
“No problem, I didn’t do much at all.”
12.03 pm
The deadline had passed. Raymond went out for lunch with some of the other guys.
I opened my browser again to log onto the email for the Special Club.
Bingo!
Two emails.
1st one - Jenny. Sent 11.48 am
2nd one - Raymond. Sent 11.57 am.
Haha I just knew it.
Who could resist doing this again after having such great pleasure the first time round? Furthermore they got to choose their desired person this time round. That’s almost like a fantasy coming true.
I opened her email.
OMG!
A surprise. Sorry that’s an understatement. A freaking huge surprise.
Name: Wilson
Address: [My office address]
Jenny had nominated me! How could that happen? We only met once before, that’s like one year ago at the Company D&D.
Jenny dreamt of me fucking her. That’s like a fantasy coming true!
My cock immediately sprung to attention.
Wonder who did Raymond choose. It would be perfect if his choice was his superior, Michelle. That would allow Michelle to join the Club. It would then be a matter of time before I could get to savour that young body.
That thought pushed my already fully-erected cock hard against my pants till it started to feel pain in its constraint.
I opened his email.
OMG!
A shock. Sorry that’s an understatement. A freaking huge shock.
Name: Claire
Address: [My home address]
Raymond had nominated my wife! How could that happen? They only met once before, that’s like one year ago at the Company D&D.
Raymond dreamt of fucking my lovely wife, Claire.
And he had just gotten the address from me 15 min ago.
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Originally Posted by
cocknloaded
wow bro, this is getting interesting. haha.. if it was me i’ll probably kick him out of the club and i’ll just bang Jenny. lol
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Originally Posted by
wolf2305
Bro TS, I have to agreed with Bro Cockloaded, if it was me, i will give him another chance saying that the person he chosen is not interested. I will ask him to think otherwise, or he is out. just my two cents thoughts.
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Originally Posted by
Hotspotxxxxx
But that won’t be exciting for the story. TS, let him have Claire. That would be more fun!
Hmmmmmm……should i or should i not?
Time: Wednesday
Venue: Office
12.15 pm
Claire and I had been married for 4 years and were very happy together. Sure, our sex life had dwindled somewhat, gotten a bit monotonous over time, but who wouldn’t? I was sure every couple would become like that after 4 years together. But I loved her very much and I knew she loved me as much too.
Think of this, Claire was such a good and demure wife, always the forever understanding, accommodating, obedient and dutiful wife. Never one to complain about anything, not even the least bit.
She was a role model teacher as well. On her mind was to always be the best example for her students. When we went out together, we could not have too much “Public Display of Affection” other than just the simple holding hands. She was always worried about her students bumping into us and setting a wrong example to them.
If there were an award for the best wife in the world, I would give it to her.
Hence I was confident that Claire would not fall for this.
But what if…… what if she did agree to this. How would I feel?
I mean, it’s one thing for me to want to do it with Jenny, and another thing to agree to Claire doing it with Raymond. That’s man. Selfish bastard.
But again, I was the one controlling this whole game. Might as well take this chance to test Claire. I held the power to call the whole thing off until the last minute. Set, I would continue with the game and test Claire. I was sure she would pass the test well.
Raymond, that horny bastard. Never expected him to choose Claire. He had probably been aching to get into my wife’s pants since he met her over a year ago. Wonder how many times he had fantasized and pcc to my wife.
I suddenly realised I was spotting a hardon. Not exactly sure the hardon was due to Jenny choosing me, or because I knew Raymond was lusting after my wife.
7.35 pm
“Dear, I am home from work.”
Claire was cooking dinner in the kitchen. “Hi dear, go have a bath first. Dinner would be ready in about 15 minutes.”
“Ok sure. Oh ya, I got the letters on my way up. Some for you. I leave them here for you ya.”
I left the letters on the dining table and went to bathroom. Amongst them was one in a green envelope.