I was tasked to retrieve some documents from the office so I headed back there in the late afternoon.
As I was leaving I headed to the 7-11 to restock on my cigarettes.
Out of pure luck or chance or fate, I bumped into someone from my past at the 7-11. I said hi, but all she said was I’m busy and bye, before hastily leaving.
Anyway, Felicia was someone I got to know during my army days. She was my FWB after I broke up and before I met Ann.
Not going to go into much details but we stopped being FWBs as she was attached and her boyfriend wasn’t really pleased with her history. She did ask for one last time to settle things, but I strangely declined back then. Just a brief history, we met almost daily to go to budget hotels. I would be with her until it was time to book in. With her it was almost purely sexual, with the occasional movie and meals thrown in. The odd staycation here and there. But that was about it. I wasn’t her only FWB to my knowledge. When it ended, she essentially ghosted me. When I wished her happy birthday the response was “new phone. Who’s this?”. Typical.
In any case, I was assigned to go back to the office to clear some items and settle some issues in preparation for the end of the heightened measures phase.
I received a text from Felicia.
F: Sorry about yesterday. Was in a rush. Do you work nearby? Do you want to have coffee?
Me: Sure.
She didn’t reply for the next couple of hours so I just went about my day doing the tasks I was assigned.
I also spent the day watching tons of porn on my handphone. It was like I was catching up on things I missed the past few years.
Anyway I met Felicia at a Starbucks. There was no dine-in so we headed back to her office and settled in the pantry. I hoped MOM or MTI didn’t show up for inspections. Otherwise I’d have a tough time explaining what I was doing there.
So we chatted and drank our coffees.
My god was she hungry.
She had finished 2 quiches and her coffee and I hadn’t exactly finished mine.
Anyway, long story short, she got pregnant and married her boyfriend. ROM and applied for BTO. Sadly she had a miscarriage. Since then the relationship was a little strained. They were hardly intimate, so she claimed, and it was like he was more affected by her miscarriage than she actually was.
She hoped things would get better so she just carried on but over the years she felt the spark was gone, but he treated her really well otherwise.
Since the can of worms was already open, we started talking about our sex lives, and what I had been up to since then. She started stroking my thigh, unzipping me and taking out my cock, but I wasn’t hard and couldn’t get hard. So she put it back.
Apparently, so she claimed, her husband was really really bad at sex. Which was a surprise to me as being her FWB, I had to meet some criteria first on height, weight and size before she even considered me. According to her, he was her first real boyfriend in years and they didn’t have sex until a few months of dating. And she got pregnant a few months later.
So apparently it was my fault that she was in her current state. She enjoyed our time together so much and now she had to settle for whatever she had. I didn’t think it was fair, either to me or her husband, but I just listened anyway.
I sent her home after. I don’t know why her hand was stroking my thigh all the way, but I had zero reaction. Maybe my dick was spoilt from all the abuse previously. But I did consider pushing her head down and making her blow me while I drove her home.
Hilariously, she stayed a couple of lanes away from Jasmine.
After I dropped her off, and promising we would catch up for “coffee” again, I somehow headed over to Jasmine’s condo and sat in the car park.
I dropped her a text.
Me: Hey. I’m actually nearby. Could we have a chat?
There was no reply at that point of time so I just chilled and watched some videos while waiting for her to reply.
I was tasked to retrieve some documents from the office so I headed back there in the late afternoon.
As I was leaving I headed to the 7-11 to restock on my cigarettes.
Out of pure luck or chance or fate, I bumped into someone from my past at the 7-11. I said hi, but all she said was I’m busy and bye, before hastily leaving.
Anyway, Felicia was someone I got to know during my army days. She was my FWB after I broke up and before I met Ann.
Not going to go into much details but we stopped being FWBs as she was attached and her boyfriend wasn’t really pleased with her history. She did ask for one last time to settle things, but I strangely declined back then. Just a brief history, we met almost daily to go to budget hotels. I would be with her until it was time to book in. With her it was almost purely sexual, with the occasional movie and meals thrown in. The odd staycation here and there. But that was about it. I wasn’t her only FWB to my knowledge. When it ended, she essentially ghosted me. When I wished her happy birthday the response was “new phone. Who’s this?”. Typical.
In any case, I was assigned to go back to the office to clear some items and settle some issues in preparation for the end of the heightened measures phase.
I received a text from Felicia.
F: Sorry about yesterday. Was in a rush. Do you work nearby? Do you want to have coffee?
Me: Sure.
She didn’t reply for the next couple of hours so I just went about my day doing the tasks I was assigned.
I also spent the day watching tons of porn on my handphone. It was like I was catching up on things I missed the past few years.
Anyway I met Felicia at a Starbucks. There was no dine-in so we headed back to her office and settled in the pantry. I hoped MOM or MTI didn’t show up for inspections. Otherwise I’d have a tough time explaining what I was doing there.
So we chatted and drank our coffees.
My god was she hungry.
She had finished 2 quiches and her coffee and I hadn’t exactly finished mine.
Anyway, long story short, she got pregnant and married her boyfriend. ROM and applied for BTO. Sadly she had a miscarriage. Since then the relationship was a little strained. They were hardly intimate, so she claimed, and it was like he was more affected by her miscarriage than she actually was.
She hoped things would get better so she just carried on but over the years she felt the spark was gone, but he treated her really well otherwise.
Since the can of worms was already open, we started talking about our sex lives, and what I had been up to since then. She started stroking my thigh, unzipping me and taking out my cock, but I wasn’t hard and couldn’t get hard. So she put it back.
Apparently, so she claimed, her husband was really really bad at sex. Which was a surprise to me as being her FWB, I had to meet some criteria first on height, weight and size before she even considered me. According to her, he was her first real boyfriend in years and they didn’t have sex until a few months of dating. And she got pregnant a few months later.
So apparently it was my fault that she was in her current state. She enjoyed our time together so much and now she had to settle for whatever she had. I didn’t think it was fair, either to me or her husband, but I just listened anyway.
I sent her home after. I don’t know why her hand was stroking my thigh all the way, but I had zero reaction. Maybe my dick was spoilt from all the abuse previously. But I did consider pushing her head down and making her blow me while I drove her home.
Hilariously, she stayed a couple of lanes away from Jasmine.
After I dropped her off, and promising we would catch up for “coffee” again, I somehow headed over to Jasmine’s condo and sat in the car park.
I dropped her a text.
Me: Hey. I’m actually nearby. Could we have a chat?
There was no reply at that point of time so I just chilled and watched some videos while waiting for her to reply.
Jasmine finally replied and I killed the engine, nearly sprinting towards the lift lobby. I buzzed her unit at the intercom and she let me in. The lift seemed to take forever, even though it was only a couple of floors.
She was already waiting by the door when I exited the lift.
J: Hey! What’s-
I didn’t give her a chance to speak, cupping her face and pressing my lips against hers. Her eyes widened and she tried to push me away, but I kept my lips on her. She kept hers closed. We eventually entered the unit and the door auto-closed.
She was still trying to push me away, but despite all the gym training she did, and her muscled arms, I was still stronger than her. Or perhaps maybe she wasn’t really pushing me away.
Somehow we ended up on the sofa, me on top, my lips still on hers. Her lips still closed. Her arms on my shoulders still trying to push me off. She looked at me with those large eyes. I couldn’t tell what she was feeling, but it didn’t feel like anger, it was more of surprise, or shock.
I stared at her with my lips on hers, trying to see how long she could hold out.
Within five minutes, she relented, and we started frenching furiously like long lost lovers. As we were kissing, her hands moved around my body, unbuttoning my shirt, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants, reaching into my boxers.
I wondered how she would react to the stubble around my cock as I hadn’t shaved for awhile. My ex FWB didn’t like unshaven cocks. So even if I could have gotten hard just now, it was unlikely she would have done anything either.
Jasmine pushed aside her FBT shorts and guided me down there. Much to my surprised, she hadn’t shaved either. It was as though both of us wasn’t expecting any sex for awhile, so we didn’t take the effort to groom. She rubbed my dickhead around her pussy. It felt wet already, and we had only been kissing.
I entered slowly, thrusting deep inside while we kissed. She moaned. I slid my hand under her t-shirt and cupped her breast.
I don’t know why but after the initial insertion I kept going harder and faster, and she kept moaning as we kissed.
It was a bad idea. I came inside her tight pussy, adding to the wetness. I hadn’t cum for nearly a week, and the volume was pretty impressive. There were at least 4 shots I could feel being released inside her. And we were still kissing even as I grew soft. As I slipped out, I felt the massive creampie flow out, flow down her thighs, and onto her sofa.
We finally broke off from the kiss.
J: What the fuck was that all about?
Me: The last fuck I wanted?
J: Idiot.
Me: I’m sorry.
She kissed me again.
J: I’m not sorry. I didn’t stop you.
Me: When’s your husband back?
J: 14 June.
Me: Ah.
J: I hope that wasn’t the real last fuck. You came so fast. And so much.
Me: Yeah… couldn’t hold it in.
J: Didn’t you wank or something. Considering you’re so used to having so much sex. You must be suffering.
Me: I didn’t.
J: Why not?
Me: I don’t know. I watched a lot of porn though.
J: Were you expecting a last fuck from me?
Me: Maybe?
J: And you thought it would be funny to unload your entire supply inside?
Me: Yes?
J: Idiot. You know I love that feeling. But now I have to go get the morning after pill.
Me: Take MC tomorrow.
J: Obviously.
Me: So what now?
J: There’s no way you’re going to leave after fucking me for five minutes.
Oh shit.
She pushed me off into a sitting position and got between my legs, swallowing my flaccid cock in our mouthful.
Me: I need to rest…. Refractory period.
J: No way.
She blew me until I was hard and climbed onto me.
J: Let’s make the most of this night yeah?
She removed her t-shirt and brought my face to her chest.
J: You know what to do.
Of course I did.
As she rode me, I played with her boobs, and before long, she had her first orgasm. The first of many that night.
Jasmine finally replied and I killed the engine, nearly sprinting towards the lift lobby. I buzzed her unit at the intercom and she let me in. The lift seemed to take forever, even though it was only a couple of floors.
She was already waiting by the door when I exited the lift.
J: Hey! What’s-
I didn’t give her a chance to speak, cupping her face and pressing my lips against hers. Her eyes widened and she tried to push me away, but I kept my lips on her. She kept hers closed. We eventually entered the unit and the door auto-closed.
She was still trying to push me away, but despite all the gym training she did, and her muscled arms, I was still stronger than her. Or perhaps maybe she wasn’t really pushing me away.
Somehow we ended up on the sofa, me on top, my lips still on hers. Her lips still closed. Her arms on my shoulders still trying to push me off. She looked at me with those large eyes. I couldn’t tell what she was feeling, but it didn’t feel like anger, it was more of surprise, or shock.
I stared at her with my lips on hers, trying to see how long she could hold out.
Within five minutes, she relented, and we started frenching furiously like long lost lovers. As we were kissing, her hands moved around my body, unbuttoning my shirt, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants, reaching into my boxers.
I wondered how she would react to the stubble around my cock as I hadn’t shaved for awhile. My ex FWB didn’t like unshaven cocks. So even if I could have gotten hard just now, it was unlikely she would have done anything either.
Jasmine pushed aside her FBT shorts and guided me down there. Much to my surprised, she hadn’t shaved either. It was as though both of us wasn’t expecting any sex for awhile, so we didn’t take the effort to groom. She rubbed my dickhead around her pussy. It felt wet already, and we had only been kissing.
I entered slowly, thrusting deep inside while we kissed. She moaned. I slid my hand under her t-shirt and cupped her breast.
I don’t know why but after the initial insertion I kept going harder and faster, and she kept moaning as we kissed.
It was a bad idea. I came inside her tight pussy, adding to the wetness. I hadn’t cum for nearly a week, and the volume was pretty impressive. There were at least 4 shots I could feel being released inside her. And we were still kissing even as I grew soft. As I slipped out, I felt the massive creampie flow out, flow down her thighs, and onto her sofa.
We finally broke off from the kiss.
J: What the fuck was that all about?
Me: The last fuck I wanted?
J: Idiot.
Me: I’m sorry.
She kissed me again.
J: I’m not sorry. I didn’t stop you.
Me: When’s your husband back?
J: 14 June.
Me: Ah.
J: I hope that wasn’t the real last fuck. You came so fast. And so much.
Me: Yeah… couldn’t hold it in.
J: Didn’t you wank or something. Considering you’re so used to having so much sex. You must be suffering.
Me: I didn’t.
J: Why not?
Me: I don’t know. I watched a lot of porn though.
J: Were you expecting a last fuck from me?
Me: Maybe?
J: And you thought it would be funny to unload your entire supply inside?
Me: Yes?
J: Idiot. You know I love that feeling. But now I have to go get the morning after pill.
Me: Take MC tomorrow.
J: Obviously.
Me: So what now?
J: There’s no way you’re going to leave after fucking me for five minutes.
Oh shit.
She pushed me off into a sitting position and got between my legs, swallowing my flaccid cock in our mouthful.
Me: I need to rest…. Refractory period.
J: No way.
She blew me until I was hard and climbed onto me.
J: Let’s make the most of this night yeah?
She removed her t-shirt and brought my face to her chest.
J: You know what to do.
Of course I did.
As she rode me, I played with her boobs, and before long, she had her first orgasm. The first of many that night.
She rode me to orgasm twice more, before swapping positions.
She sat on the edge of the sofa and leaned back, spreading her legs wide.
J: Fuck me hard. As hard as you can.
I normally wasn’t a fan of hard fucking. I preferred slow and long strokes, but as this was going to be the last fuck, I thought I better indulge her.
The position was a little weird though, as I had to half-squat a little. She rubbed her clit as I pounded into her hard. I was definitely not going to be able to last long like this. It was pretty intense.
I felt her pussy contracting within as she rubbed her clit more furiously.
J: Fuck…. Don’t stop… I’m cumming…
Me: I know. I can feel it.
J: Cum together?
Me: I’ll try…
I leaned forward, while half squatting, and kissed her, as I pounded vigorously. The contractions became stronger and she was practically biting my lip. She let me go and moaned loudly, her fingernails digging into my back and pulling me towards her. At the same time, I came too, releasing a miniscule two shots inside her. She came first, but I came shortly after, the second creampie spilling out and flowing onto her leather couch.
We took a short break from kissing to catch our breath.
J: Shit. Is this really the last time?
Me: I don’t know. You should be with your husband.
J: Yeah. Him deciding to come back was very sudden. I’m at a loss actually.
Me: I think I’m developing feelings for you.
J: Please don’t. You deserve so much better.
Me: I know.
J: Then don’t be an idiot. How do you know I’m not using you for sex also?
Me: I don’t think you are. I can feel it.
J: Women can and will fake orgasms.
Me: But you can’t fake the body reactions.
J: Yeah…
We kissed again.
J: Remember a few months back I said if I wasn’t married?
Me: Yes.
J: Well, please forget that, because I am married.
Me: I know.
J: Let’s just make the most of tonight ok?
Me: Ok.
Honestly, there was not much left.
I had cum twice in about half an hour. I had fucked hard. I was in a weird position and now my groin, neck and shoulders were aching.
J: I want to remember this night.
Me: How?
J: Just keep fucking me.
Me: I’ll try.
I wasn’t even hard, so she gave me a blowjob.
It seemed like I was back to being used.
Over the next half hour, I tried my best to maintain my erection, pounding her in every imaginable position until my dick was sore. I definitely was not going to cum anymore, but at least I could give her a couple more orgasms.
At the end of it all we just lay back on the sofa, her on top of me, leaving my erection inside until it automatically became soft.
We kissed again.
J: I’m going to miss you.
Me: Me too.
J: From now on we’re colleagues only ok? Can you do that?
Me: I’ll try.
J: No. Please. I’ve enjoyed the past few months with you. My husband is coming back. I need to be clear on what I need to do. Can you do this for me?
Me: I’ll try.
J: Thank you. Now, can you go again? Or is this the end?
Me: Erm. I think let’s stop here.
We kissed and hugged again, longer this time. The way she kissed me I could feel her wanting me, needing me, but also deciding to let me go.
I think deep inside I already knew what I wanted, but I couldn’t have it.
The relationship with Ann was weird and the revelations about what she wanted to do outside of the relationship probably affected me subconsciously such that when I met Jasmine, my mindset started to change.
But she was another married woman, and was probably one I really shouldn’t be with, no matter how much it appeared like that was what we both wanted.
We washed up separately and I left her place, she gave me a long hug at the door.
J: Thank you for everything. Good bye.
I didn’t really say much but went straight home.
She rode me to orgasm twice more, before swapping positions.
She sat on the edge of the sofa and leaned back, spreading her legs wide.
J: Fuck me hard. As hard as you can.
I normally wasn’t a fan of hard fucking. I preferred slow and long strokes, but as this was going to be the last fuck, I thought I better indulge her.
The position was a little weird though, as I had to half-squat a little. She rubbed her clit as I pounded into her hard. I was definitely not going to be able to last long like this. It was pretty intense.
I felt her pussy contracting within as she rubbed her clit more furiously.
J: Fuck…. Don’t stop… I’m cumming…
Me: I know. I can feel it.
J: Cum together?
Me: I’ll try…
I leaned forward, while half squatting, and kissed her, as I pounded vigorously. The contractions became stronger and she was practically biting my lip. She let me go and moaned loudly, her fingernails digging into my back and pulling me towards her. At the same time, I came too, releasing a miniscule two shots inside her. She came first, but I came shortly after, the second creampie spilling out and flowing onto her leather couch.
We took a short break from kissing to catch our breath.
J: Shit. Is this really the last time?
Me: I don’t know. You should be with your husband.
J: Yeah. Him deciding to come back was very sudden. I’m at a loss actually.
Me: I think I’m developing feelings for you.
J: Please don’t. You deserve so much better.
Me: I know.
J: Then don’t be an idiot. How do you know I’m not using you for sex also?
Me: I don’t think you are. I can feel it.
J: Women can and will fake orgasms.
Me: But you can’t fake the body reactions.
J: Yeah…
We kissed again.
J: Remember a few months back I said if I wasn’t married?
Me: Yes.
J: Well, please forget that, because I am married.
Me: I know.
J: Let’s just make the most of tonight ok?
Me: Ok.
Honestly, there was not much left.
I had cum twice in about half an hour. I had fucked hard. I was in a weird position and now my groin, neck and shoulders were aching.
J: I want to remember this night.
Me: How?
J: Just keep fucking me.
Me: I’ll try.
I wasn’t even hard, so she gave me a blowjob.
It seemed like I was back to being used.
Over the next half hour, I tried my best to maintain my erection, pounding her in every imaginable position until my dick was sore. I definitely was not going to cum anymore, but at least I could give her a couple more orgasms.
At the end of it all we just lay back on the sofa, her on top of me, leaving my erection inside until it automatically became soft.
We kissed again.
J: I’m going to miss you.
Me: Me too.
J: From now on we’re colleagues only ok? Can you do that?
Me: I’ll try.
J: No. Please. I’ve enjoyed the past few months with you. My husband is coming back. I need to be clear on what I need to do. Can you do this for me?
Me: I’ll try.
J: Thank you. Now, can you go again? Or is this the end?
Me: Erm. I think let’s stop here.
We kissed and hugged again, longer this time. The way she kissed me I could feel her wanting me, needing me, but also deciding to let me go.
I think deep inside I already knew what I wanted, but I couldn’t have it.
The relationship with Ann was weird and the revelations about what she wanted to do outside of the relationship probably affected me subconsciously such that when I met Jasmine, my mindset started to change.
But she was another married woman, and was probably one I really shouldn’t be with, no matter how much it appeared like that was what we both wanted.
We washed up separately and I left her place, she gave me a long hug at the door.
J: Thank you for everything. Good bye.
I didn’t really say much but went straight home.
Being apart from Ann really helped to clear my mind and think about what I really wanted out of life. I hoped it was the same for her.
We started out as sort of FWB before she disappeared and when she returned, I somehow became her partner/companion or however you would describe it.
We still talked, we still clicked. But something had changed. Perhaps knowing that even though she had me, she was still sleeping with others, kind of affected me in a way. Back when we were FWB, there wasn’t any discussion of exclusivity, nor did I want any. But as her partner/companion, I guess I should have put my foot down and asked for some sort of status. Of course, her daughters complicated matters a bit. These are situations where it’s pretty obvious the guy was thinking with his dick.
When I first got to know Jasmine, I guess it was the playful banter that kept me interested, and of course the subsequent physical intimacy. Could I get the same physical intimacy with Ann? Of course I could. We were still having sex, so the level of physical intimacy was still there. But it was more on an emotional level that I connected with Jasmine. I can’t really explain it but it was different. Even sex, even though I more or less knew for her was to fill a void left behind by her absent husband, was a lot better and more fulfilling due to our emotional connection.
I did contact Ann, trying to find a resolution to all this, but her response to me felt cold, and not unsimilar to what she wanted before, which was for me to be around as her partner/companion, but she still wanted to see others as and when she felt like it. Hence, the open relationship of sorts that we were in. I didn’t really feel like I was in any position to demand her to stop doing so, and honestly, I was ok with it I guess. Our latest conversation centered around Jasmine, strangely, and she (Ann) seemed to hint that I shouldn’t give up on her (Jasmine) and that she would understand if I wanted to spend time with her (Jasmine) even though I was with her (Ann). As long as I fulfilled my duties of course.
I didn’t know if that was what I really wanted. Open relationships in this day and age are probably not uncommon, but to actually successfully be in one took a lot of patience and endurance in a certain respect. Of course, all parties had to be agreeable to whatever the arrangement was. And that was definitely the tough part.
Jasmine wanted to be a good wife, wanted us to just be colleagues. I could live with that. And of course I could simply move back in with Ann and just carry on life as usual, as it was before.
However, not once did Ann ask when I was coming back, she told me to take all the time I needed to sort out my issues. To me, it felt a little like she didn’t care. Did she even want me back? She had “invested” so much in me monetarily that it seemed like an obligation that I should go back. But of course, that would mean I had no spine, living off Ann. Seems like that was the arrangement she was looking for. Maybe by using her wealth to buy my obedience.
Even Alicia, whom I was pretty close to, kind of started ignoring me, as though I was no longer welcome in their lives. Or rather it felt that way. Our weekly cycling appointments soon stopped as well.
On the day Jasmine’s husband was supposedly out from quarantine, I noticed that she looked pretty irritated/agitated/distracted during the morning zoom meeting. Perhaps it could be nerves or excitement that her husband was finally coming back. Perhaps she could be having her period. I didn’t know. But as a friend (I hope) and colleague, I felt that I should check if she was ok.
I dropped her a text, not expecting a reply.
Me: Hey, is everything ok? You seemed off during the morning meeting.
She didn’t reply till later on in the afternoon.
J: No. Talk to you later. Ok?
Me: Sure.
I didn’t have much to do anyway, so I guess I would wait for her to text/call.
In any case, I was supposed to catch up with Felicia again, as I had promised previously. As dine-in at F&B had yet to be restored, I figured we’d probably be catching up at her office or something. To my surprise, she actually suggested tapau-ing and going to the roof garden at her place car park. I wondered how that was going to work as it was going to be pretty obvious that we were deliberately flouting some sort of regulations. I guess we could always just chat in the car. It certainly helped that she lived near Jasmine, and I could simply drop by to check in on her if required.
Being apart from Ann really helped to clear my mind and think about what I really wanted out of life. I hoped it was the same for her.
We started out as sort of FWB before she disappeared and when she returned, I somehow became her partner/companion or however you would describe it.
We still talked, we still clicked. But something had changed. Perhaps knowing that even though she had me, she was still sleeping with others, kind of affected me in a way. Back when we were FWB, there wasn’t any discussion of exclusivity, nor did I want any. But as her partner/companion, I guess I should have put my foot down and asked for some sort of status. Of course, her daughters complicated matters a bit. These are situations where it’s pretty obvious the guy was thinking with his dick.
When I first got to know Jasmine, I guess it was the playful banter that kept me interested, and of course the subsequent physical intimacy. Could I get the same physical intimacy with Ann? Of course I could. We were still having sex, so the level of physical intimacy was still there. But it was more on an emotional level that I connected with Jasmine. I can’t really explain it but it was different. Even sex, even though I more or less knew for her was to fill a void left behind by her absent husband, was a lot better and more fulfilling due to our emotional connection.
I did contact Ann, trying to find a resolution to all this, but her response to me felt cold, and not unsimilar to what she wanted before, which was for me to be around as her partner/companion, but she still wanted to see others as and when she felt like it. Hence, the open relationship of sorts that we were in. I didn’t really feel like I was in any position to demand her to stop doing so, and honestly, I was ok with it I guess. Our latest conversation centered around Jasmine, strangely, and she (Ann) seemed to hint that I shouldn’t give up on her (Jasmine) and that she would understand if I wanted to spend time with her (Jasmine) even though I was with her (Ann). As long as I fulfilled my duties of course.
I didn’t know if that was what I really wanted. Open relationships in this day and age are probably not uncommon, but to actually successfully be in one took a lot of patience and endurance in a certain respect. Of course, all parties had to be agreeable to whatever the arrangement was. And that was definitely the tough part.
Jasmine wanted to be a good wife, wanted us to just be colleagues. I could live with that. And of course I could simply move back in with Ann and just carry on life as usual, as it was before.
However, not once did Ann ask when I was coming back, she told me to take all the time I needed to sort out my issues. To me, it felt a little like she didn’t care. Did she even want me back? She had “invested” so much in me monetarily that it seemed like an obligation that I should go back. But of course, that would mean I had no spine, living off Ann. Seems like that was the arrangement she was looking for. Maybe by using her wealth to buy my obedience.
Even Alicia, whom I was pretty close to, kind of started ignoring me, as though I was no longer welcome in their lives. Or rather it felt that way. Our weekly cycling appointments soon stopped as well.
On the day Jasmine’s husband was supposedly out from quarantine, I noticed that she looked pretty irritated/agitated/distracted during the morning zoom meeting. Perhaps it could be nerves or excitement that her husband was finally coming back. Perhaps she could be having her period. I didn’t know. But as a friend (I hope) and colleague, I felt that I should check if she was ok.
I dropped her a text, not expecting a reply.
Me: Hey, is everything ok? You seemed off during the morning meeting.
She didn’t reply till later on in the afternoon.
J: No. Talk to you later. Ok?
Me: Sure.
I didn’t have much to do anyway, so I guess I would wait for her to text/call.
In any case, I was supposed to catch up with Felicia again, as I had promised previously. As dine-in at F&B had yet to be restored, I figured we’d probably be catching up at her office or something. To my surprise, she actually suggested tapau-ing and going to the roof garden at her place car park. I wondered how that was going to work as it was going to be pretty obvious that we were deliberately flouting some sort of regulations. I guess we could always just chat in the car. It certainly helped that she lived near Jasmine, and I could simply drop by to check in on her if required.
So I met Felicia at a coffeeshop near her place to tapau dinner and we headed to a rooftop garden at the multi storey car park to eat. She told me her husband was on duty in camp and technically she was home alone. I more or less knew where this was going so I declined and we stayed at the rooftop garden to eat and chat. I wondered if anyone was going to stomp us, as I recall seeing some posts on small gatherings at rooftop gardens.
Jasmine still had not called or texted and I was getting genuinely worried. After all, she did say she wasn’t ok earlier in the day. Or perhaps I was thinking too much.
On hindsight, the rooftop garden was a bad idea. Due to the virus, it wasn’t very well maintained or cleaned, with dead leaves and plant matter all over the place, and possibly lots of stagnant water. Barely an hour into dinner, I had probably donated enough blood to save a life.
It was kind of nice catching up with someone from my past again, even though she somehow was trying to get me into bed for old times sake I guess. But things were different now. Priorities were different, and I was hoping for a nice chat.
Perhaps why these ladies came to me was because I tried my best to be a good listener. Of course with Felicia it wasn’t about that previously. Now she seemed like she needed a listening ear and I was more than happy to provide it.
As the night wore on, the drinks we bought had already reached room temperature and honestly wasn’t that refreshing. It made me wonder if I should just get an icebox for the car for such situations.
Around ten plus I had enough of the mosquitoes and we headed back to the car. I probably shouldn’t be contributing to global warming but I figured enduring future heatwaves was probably more enticing than dengue fever.
It had already been almost 3 hours since I met with Felicia, and Jasmine had not texted or called. I wondered if I should call it a night and just head home.
Even though I had made my intentions clear with Felicia, that I didn’t want to sleep with her, she still tried to arouse me.
In the car, she leaned over and nibbled on my earlobe, licked my salty and sticky neck, and fondled me through my berms, in an attempt to turn me on, she was probably hoping for some action. This was stuff I used to like before, but not now, not in this situation. I wondered how or why a non-responsive cock wasn’t giving her the idea that I really really wasn’t interested in this with her now. Furthermore, I hadn’t shaved and it would turn her off should she decide to go further.
As expected, she unzipped me and took out my flaccid penis.
Me: Hey!
F: Why is it soft? I don’t turn you on anymore?
Me: I’m not interested now.
F: Why not? You say you let your partner use you.
Me: Errr.
F: I want to use you too? Can?
Me: I didn’t shave.
F: Ya. I can tell.
Me: I’m not ready for this.
F: Are you sure?
She bent down and took my whole cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around. It was inevitable I was going to get hard, so I pulled her off.
Me: Look, this isn’t exactly right. You’re married.
F: So was your partner. So is this new girl you met. What’s the difference? You let them use you. Why are you treating me differently?
I didn’t know how to answer that.
F: Well?
Me: I don’t know.
F: You know women have needs too.
Me: I know.
F: Then why? Am I really that unattractive to you now that you can’t get hard?
I recalled that Felicia really loved to give blowjobs, and she would get wet just from blowing.
Me: I like her. I think.
F: What do you mean you think? It’s either you like her or you don’t. And which her are you referring to?
Me: Jasmine.
F: Have you told her how you felt?
Me: Not really.
F: What are you waiting for? Does she like you too?
Me: Her husband is an obstacle.
F: As a modern day married woman, I can safely tell you that the majority of us have no qualms looking elsewhere to get what we want if we don’t get it at home. Unless she’s the small minority who will stay faithful to her husband no matter what. Which I think she already proved she isn’t by sleeping with you numerous times.
Me: I would like to think she’s different. Or I’m different.
F: No. You’re still somewhat the same. Forever trying to please everyone but yourself.
Me: I’m not pleasing you now.
F: Ya. About that. Quite surprised. Normally you’d just say ok sure. Anything.
Me: Maybe I’m changing.
F: Maybe? But I think the best choice for you now will be to go for the rich lady.
Me: Why?
F: Stability lor. Plus she’s rich.
Me: That’s really not the point.
F: You can’t satisfy her already issit?
Me: I think I can.
F: Then?
Me: She’s still seeing others.
F: So? What’s wrong with that? Open relationship right? Live with it.
Me: Would you have such a relationship?
F: If my husband agreed, why not?
Me: So are you seeing anyone outside your marriage?
F: What do you think?
Me: Yes?
F: Of course la. I don’t know why he’s so scared of sex now. You know how horny I am. How am I supposed to not have sex?
Me: Toys?
F: Please la. High sex drive. You really believe your Jasmine never had sex for 5 years? I don’t believe.
Me: I don’t know. Not going to probe.
F: When you had sex with her. Was it very different when you had sex with the rich lady?
Me: Her name is Ann.
F: Ok. Fine. Was it different?
Me: I felt different.
F: Then ok lor. With Ann, you’re fucking. With Jasmine, you’re making love.
Me: When we were fucking, that’s it right? Just sex?
F: Actually I always wondered why you didn’t want anything more. You treated me quite well, movies, meals all that.
Me: Oh. I thought you only wanted sex.
F: Ya la! That was the main aim.
Me: So no feelings right?
F: I don’t know what kind of feelings you want. Everybody views love differently.
Me: So you think I should prioritize stability over feelings?
F: Why not? When my sex life with my husband was dying, I was glad at least the rest of my married life was fine. At least it’s stable. But not having sex regularly was terrible la.
Me: That doesn’t explain much.
F: Aiyah. Whatever la. Do whatever makes you happy.
Me: I don’t know.
F: You really got a problem. I wish you luck.
Me: Yeah.
F: So can I use you or not?
Me: No?
F: Long time didn’t have car sex.
Me: Haha.
F: But ok. Your mental state is not right. Can’t even get hard when I blow you.
Me: it’s late. You should go home.
F: Yeah. Send me back please.
So I met Felicia at a coffeeshop near her place to tapau dinner and we headed to a rooftop garden at the multi storey car park to eat. She told me her husband was on duty in camp and technically she was home alone. I more or less knew where this was going so I declined and we stayed at the rooftop garden to eat and chat. I wondered if anyone was going to stomp us, as I recall seeing some posts on small gatherings at rooftop gardens.
Jasmine still had not called or texted and I was getting genuinely worried. After all, she did say she wasn’t ok earlier in the day. Or perhaps I was thinking too much.
On hindsight, the rooftop garden was a bad idea. Due to the virus, it wasn’t very well maintained or cleaned, with dead leaves and plant matter all over the place, and possibly lots of stagnant water. Barely an hour into dinner, I had probably donated enough blood to save a life.
It was kind of nice catching up with someone from my past again, even though she somehow was trying to get me into bed for old times sake I guess. But things were different now. Priorities were different, and I was hoping for a nice chat.
Perhaps why these ladies came to me was because I tried my best to be a good listener. Of course with Felicia it wasn’t about that previously. Now she seemed like she needed a listening ear and I was more than happy to provide it.
As the night wore on, the drinks we bought had already reached room temperature and honestly wasn’t that refreshing. It made me wonder if I should just get an icebox for the car for such situations.
Around ten plus I had enough of the mosquitoes and we headed back to the car. I probably shouldn’t be contributing to global warming but I figured enduring future heatwaves was probably more enticing than dengue fever.
It had already been almost 3 hours since I met with Felicia, and Jasmine had not texted or called. I wondered if I should call it a night and just head home.
Even though I had made my intentions clear with Felicia, that I didn’t want to sleep with her, she still tried to arouse me.
In the car, she leaned over and nibbled on my earlobe, licked my salty and sticky neck, and fondled me through my berms, in an attempt to turn me on, she was probably hoping for some action. This was stuff I used to like before, but not now, not in this situation. I wondered how or why a non-responsive cock wasn’t giving her the idea that I really really wasn’t interested in this with her now. Furthermore, I hadn’t shaved and it would turn her off should she decide to go further.
As expected, she unzipped me and took out my flaccid penis.
Me: Hey!
F: Why is it soft? I don’t turn you on anymore?
Me: I’m not interested now.
F: Why not? You say you let your partner use you.
Me: Errr.
F: I want to use you too? Can?
Me: I didn’t shave.
F: Ya. I can tell.
Me: I’m not ready for this.
F: Are you sure?
She bent down and took my whole cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around. It was inevitable I was going to get hard, so I pulled her off.
Me: Look, this isn’t exactly right. You’re married.
F: So was your partner. So is this new girl you met. What’s the difference? You let them use you. Why are you treating me differently?
I didn’t know how to answer that.
F: Well?
Me: I don’t know.
F: You know women have needs too.
Me: I know.
F: Then why? Am I really that unattractive to you now that you can’t get hard?
I recalled that Felicia really loved to give blowjobs, and she would get wet just from blowing.
Me: I like her. I think.
F: What do you mean you think? It’s either you like her or you don’t. And which her are you referring to?
Me: Jasmine.
F: Have you told her how you felt?
Me: Not really.
F: What are you waiting for? Does she like you too?
Me: Her husband is an obstacle.
F: As a modern day married woman, I can safely tell you that the majority of us have no qualms looking elsewhere to get what we want if we don’t get it at home. Unless she’s the small minority who will stay faithful to her husband no matter what. Which I think she already proved she isn’t by sleeping with you numerous times.
Me: I would like to think she’s different. Or I’m different.
F: No. You’re still somewhat the same. Forever trying to please everyone but yourself.
Me: I’m not pleasing you now.
F: Ya. About that. Quite surprised. Normally you’d just say ok sure. Anything.
Me: Maybe I’m changing.
F: Maybe? But I think the best choice for you now will be to go for the rich lady.
Me: Why?
F: Stability lor. Plus she’s rich.
Me: That’s really not the point.
F: You can’t satisfy her already issit?
Me: I think I can.
F: Then?
Me: She’s still seeing others.
F: So? What’s wrong with that? Open relationship right? Live with it.
Me: Would you have such a relationship?
F: If my husband agreed, why not?
Me: So are you seeing anyone outside your marriage?
F: What do you think?
Me: Yes?
F: Of course la. I don’t know why he’s so scared of sex now. You know how horny I am. How am I supposed to not have sex?
Me: Toys?
F: Please la. High sex drive. You really believe your Jasmine never had sex for 5 years? I don’t believe.
Me: I don’t know. Not going to probe.
F: When you had sex with her. Was it very different when you had sex with the rich lady?
Me: Her name is Ann.
F: Ok. Fine. Was it different?
Me: I felt different.
F: Then ok lor. With Ann, you’re fucking. With Jasmine, you’re making love.
Me: When we were fucking, that’s it right? Just sex?
F: Actually I always wondered why you didn’t want anything more. You treated me quite well, movies, meals all that.
Me: Oh. I thought you only wanted sex.
F: Ya la! That was the main aim.
Me: So no feelings right?
F: I don’t know what kind of feelings you want. Everybody views love differently.
Me: So you think I should prioritize stability over feelings?
F: Why not? When my sex life with my husband was dying, I was glad at least the rest of my married life was fine. At least it’s stable. But not having sex regularly was terrible la.
Me: That doesn’t explain much.
F: Aiyah. Whatever la. Do whatever makes you happy.
Me: I don’t know.
F: You really got a problem. I wish you luck.
Me: Yeah.
F: So can I use you or not?
Me: No?
F: Long time didn’t have car sex.
Me: Haha.
F: But ok. Your mental state is not right. Can’t even get hard when I blow you.
Me: it’s late. You should go home.
F: Yeah. Send me back please.