When we finally woke, it was already near lunch time. Jasmine and Shirlyn went to wash up while I got dressed to head out for lunch. Kate had already left before we were awake.
We bumped into Darren and Nat at the coffeeshop and joined them.
N: So… what happened last night?
Me: Nothing?
N: You sent her home and didn’t try anything funny?
Me: Why would I do that?
N: Who knows? Hahahaha.
J: Hey, I trust him ok.
N: You can trust him, but can you trust the other lady?
S: Good point. She’s quite attractive right?
Me: You barely saw her that day.
N: She’s ok. Taller than all of us though. Those legs…
S: And her boobs…
N: Yes. You have some competition already now that Alicia has left.
Shirlyn sulked at her seat.
S: I appreciate nice boobs ok. So does Mark.
Me: I do?
They all laughed as Shirlyn sulked even more.
D: Wrong answer bro.
We continued eating in silence.
Shirlyn left after lunch so I headed back up with Jasmine, just chilling on the sofa, resuming our usual Netflix and Ben & Jerry’s routine.
J: So she’s quite attractive huh?
Me: Ok only la.
J: Are you looking for another partner?
Me: Nope.
J: You sure?
Me: Pretty sure.
J: You can reject her if she makes a move on you?
Me: That’s highly unlikely.
J: You sure? She said you’re not that small after all.
Me: Maybe I wrote that to stroke my own ego?
J: Haha… really? You don’t need a big dick to make a woman feel good.
Me: When compared with Darren and EoS, one can’t help but feel inadequate sometimes.
J: Darren I agree. But he doesn’t have the whole package. EoS, nobody here knows his actual skills if any. He could just be another Darren, big dick and cums fast.
Me: Well…
J: Come on, I’ve slept with Darren, he foreplay game isn’t as strong as yours. And you even got a virgin lesbian wet from sucking your cock!
Me: That’s really got nothing to do with me.
J: What I’m saying is, you’re still the best to me.
Me: I hope you’re not saying that because I was your first after the dry spell.
J: Haha! You’re really idiotic sometimes. I really wasn’t looking for someone to sleep with ok? We just happened. And we’re still here. I want us to still be here years later.
Me: And the rest of them?
J: Well… I don’t know yet. Shirlyn is an issue I think. She needs a proper boyfriend or partner.
Me: And you don’t?
J: I do. I’ve got you. And I’m really comfortable with the situation now.
Me: And when we get married, that changes.
J: Yes. So I don’t know how to deal with that when the time comes.
Me: Do we really need to get married just to keep the house?
J: Honestly no. I’ve been talking to another lawyer, from the firm Ann recommended.
Me: And?
J: He said as long as I’m 35, I can buy over the entire house if it’s considered a matrimonial asset. Which it most definitely will be. And of course once the MOP has been met.
Me: You’re 35 next year.
J: Yup. And the MOP is next year too.
Me: Ah.
J: So the easiest way is if I can negotiate a private settlement with Alan. Otherwise, I might be forced to dispose of the property.
Me: He just wants money right?
J: Yeah. The lawyers are negotiating.
Me: That’s why it’s dragging on for so long?
J: I guess so. At least I have a better lawyer now.
Me: That’s good. Are you going to buy over the house then?
J: Of course! I kinda like living here.
Me: Will I be living here with you when that happens?
J: As of right now, yes. I don’t want anything to change between us.
Me: That means everything else may not change either. Unless we get married?
J: If we get married, things may change. And that’s what I’m worried about. I really don’t know if I can deal with it.
Me: I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
J: Just know that I want you ok?
Me: Hard to tell when there’s Kate, Shirlyn…
J: Ah. That’s just me exploring my sexuality.
Me: Are you trying to turn Shirlyn lesbian so that she’ll leave me alone?
J: What? Or course not! She likes you for her own reasons. Whatever they may be.
Me: Right…
J: Let’s just live in the moment ok? And make the moment last.
3 pints of Ben & Jerry’s later, Jasmine curled up and fell asleep on me. I let her sleep and I soon fell asleep as well.
Early Sunday morning we oiled our bike chains, pumped our tires and decided to head out for a long overdue ride. We had all been so caught up with work and life that cycling had taken a backseat. We headed towards Woodlands waterfront and was on the way back when the rain suddenly came down, forcing us to take shelter at a pavilion along the way back. I never noticed it before on our previous rides as we just went past, but it had a water cooler so we filled up our bottles.
J: Hey, do you think we’re not having enough sex?
Me: I’m having enough sex.
J: I mean you and me.
Me: We could be having more. If I didn’t have to satisfy the others.
J: Right.
She came over and pulled down my tights, before taking my sweaty cock in her mouth.
J: Let’s do it here.
I nearly jumped away in shock.
Me: It’s broad daylight.
J: It’s also raining very heavily and there’s no one here but us. I don’t think anyone is going to come by. I want a quickie.
Me: Erm. Ok.
She got me hard, pulled down her own tights and thrust her ass towards me.
J: Go ahead.
I stuck it in, while looking around to see if it was safe. It probably was, as the rain was horrendous and didn’t seem like it was going to stop. I wondered if we would even make it back anytime soon.
She moaned as I pounded her hard and fast, gripping onto the bench for support.
Five minutes in I couldn’t hold it anymore.
Me: I’m cumming.
She spun around and took me in her mouth, catching the first shot then sucking me dry. My legs went weak.
Me: Woah.. slow down. I still need to cycle back.
She drained my balls and swallowed, washing it down with water, then going down again to clean me up.
J: That was fun.
Me: Yes it was.
J: Your turn when we get back.
Me: Sure.
The rain took around another hour to lighten and we quickly cycled back home, going as fast as we could in case it rained again.
We jumped straight into the shower when we got back and started making out. There was something different about Jasmine today. It was as though I had unlocked her horny, hungry side again. Like what happened after we first had sex after her dry spell.
We moved on to the bed after showering and drying ourselves and I spent the next half hour just eating her out, with her adding her vibrator into the mix.
She was extremely wet and already writhing on the bed when I slid in, having been turned on sufficiently by my mouth and her toy. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me closer.
Perhaps we were both so aroused that I felt the urge to cum quickly. I could feel the contractions squeezing my cock as I thrust in and out. She could sense that I was trying to hold it in.
J: Cum inside me. Don’t hold it back.
I didn’t have much left over after she sucked me dry earlier but the orgasm still felt mind-blowing as I released into her. I wondered if we came at the same time as I felt her tighten more around me.
She pulled me towards her and kissed me.
J: We’ll do this more often ok?
Me: Sure. Just not in broad daylight in public places.
J: Haha. There was no one there.
Me: Still. I don’t really enjoy it. Too thrilling.
J: That’s the whole point right?
Me: I’d rather be taking my time to torture you, rather than constantly looking over my shoulder wondering if someone is watching.
J: Torture? You torture me?
Me: I meant pleasure.
J: You’re not big enough to torture me. If you were any bigger, I’d just stop you halfway. It’s not that pleasurable to get pounded for long by a big dick ok?
Me: Have you been pounded for long by a big dick? Darren cums fast. Unless…
J: No I haven’t. And I won’t enjoy it. I enjoy you ok? All of us enjoy you.
Me: Right.
J: So yeah… let’s not talk about big dicks any more. Not everyone enjoys them.
Me: Ok.
J: Don’t be so threatened by them. You’re fine as it is.
Me: Who?
J: Whoever has a bigger dick than you?
Me: I’m not threatened….
J: Whatever it is, we like you just the way you are ok?
Me: Sure.
I don’t know why but I got the sneaky suspicion Jasmine was not telling me everything from the way she changed the topic so quickly.
But I guess that didn’t really matter if at the end of the day she was back with me, the same way with Darren and Nat, and perhaps even Jason and Crystal.
Wow. What a description.
I guess you need to slowly introduce them to anal.
Or try something smaller first.
Wow. What a description.
I guess you need to slowly introduce them to anal.
Or try something smaller first.
The entire week passed quickly.
The week was not like any week previously. Jasmine and I had sex daily. We devoured each other hungrily upon reaching home and didn’t stop until we actually got hungry for real food. We went to bed tired, but extremely satisfied. It was surprising, considering we did it like once a week previously, and I also saw Nat on Fridays.
I wonder what changed.
Lunch on Friday was with HR colleagues to update each other on the progress of certain projects. Then again, it was probably like lunch every other day, just that we were supposed to be wrapping up the weeks updates. Instead, Rebecca decided it was time to gossip about others instead.
R: That bitch got a new boyfriend I think.
K: Who?
R: Jasmine la! She looks so happy the entire week. Must be getting fucked good.
I almost choked on my noodles.
K: Why are you so kaypoh? Not your business right?
Kate nudged my foot under the table and gave me a knowing smirk.
R: Can’t I be jealous? I’ve got no fuck buddy now. And that guy you introduced to me, he barely meets me these days. But so useless. Huge dick and cums so fast.
Me: Oops. I can’t verify the goods right?
K: Hahaha! If you’re gay you could!
Me: Funny.
R: Got any more guys or not? Don’t need to be huge. Just don’t cum so fast.
Me: How the hell would I know if they cum fast or not. I can’t be asking my friends how fast they can cum right?
R: Huh. You mean this isn’t something guys talk about when you talk cock?
Me: Do you ask your girlfriend’s how fast they cum?
R: Of course! We compare sizes, positions, thickness of the cum.
Me: Seriously?
R: Yes! If it’s watery means they recently ejaculated.
K: Wow. Is that true?
Me: Erm. Sounds accurate.
R: How would you know? You don’t even have sex with girls. Unless you masturbate everyday?
Me: Maybe.
R: Already told you to sleep with me yet you don’t want. Confirm better than your hand right?
Me: I think I prefer my hand.
R: So irritating!
K: Hey, if you’re horny you still got me and my strap-on.
R: It’s different la! You know when a guy cums, can feel him twitching inside. Then the hot cum cum filling you up.
K: I honestly don’t know.
R: Ya la! You two gay virgins.
Me: That’s not very nice.
K: Haha. That’s just the way she is.
Me: I know.
R: Even Cheryl looks so happy. So irritating.
Me: What makes you think they’re happy because they’ve been having sex?
R: Aiyah. Can tell one la! It’s the glow.
Me: What glow?
R: You go find a girl to sleep with you’ll know la. Or why don’t you just come over to my place tonight?
Me: No thanks. My hand is working fine.
R: And mine will give you pleasure you can only dream about. And my mouth too.
K: I think I’m at the wrong table. Would you like me to leave you two alone?
Me: Please don’t.
R: Why are you so scared of me? I won’t eat you up. Unless your cock is the same size as Darren. Then I won’t let you go liao.
K: This Darren guy sounds amazing.
Kate smirked at me again.
R: You want to try? He’ll tear you apart. Cums super fast though. Like within a few thrusts he already filled the condom. Disappointing.
K: Wow. That sounds sad.
R: Ok la. He got hard again very fast. But I can’t even cum when he keeps cumming so fast.
K: Therefore my strap-on is better as it will never get soft. Maybe if I get a vibrating one…
R: You need to experience a guy cumming inside you to know what I’m talking about.
K: Actually… I did give someone a blowjob weeks ago.
R: You did? Share leh!
K: Share what? It’s just some random guy la.
R: Details woman!
Me: Now I think I’m at the wrong table.
Kate nudged my foot again.
K: Nah. That’s private. Won’t happen again. But I’m sure his cock wouldn’t hurt me if I chose to have sex with him.
R: Confirm must be smaller than your toys.
K: Of course.
We finally managed to get into our weekly updates before heading back to the office.
Just before work ended, Jasmine suddenly told me that she wouldn’t be around the entire weekend, she was going to take a short trip overseas. I didn’t ask where she was going or who she was going with. If she wanted to tell me, she would have.
I thought maybe it might have been Kate but Kate had actually asked me what my plans for the weekend with Jasmine was. I told her Jasmine was going overseas but I wasn’t. She seemed surprised but didn’t ask any further, or give any indication that she knew.
As usual, Jasmine left office first as my car couldn’t move till 7pm. I hung around the office tidying up my paperwork when Shirlyn came out.
S: Hey, not going?
Me: Where?
S: Ah. Nevermind.
Me: You seem to know something I don’t.
S: Nothing.
Me: Ok.
S: Really nothing.
Me: Sure.
S: But I guess you’ll be free this weekend then.
Me: Yup.
S: You wanna do anything?
Me: No plans yet. What did you have in mind?
S: You know what I have in mind.
Me: We’ll play by ear ok? It’s been a tiring week.
S: I bet.
Me: We’ll arrange something for tomorrow?
S: Sure. I’ll head off first.
Seems like Shirlyn knew something but wasn’t telling me.
I headed home and wondered if I needed to meet Nat that night. Thankfully, Jason was over, as I caught sight of his car in the car park when I returned home.
I headed opposite to the coffeeshop for dinner and bumped into Darren.
D: Hey!
Me: What’s up?
D: Nothing? Usual Friday night?
Me: Yeah.
D: Not hanging out with Jasmine?
Me: She’s going overseas. Already wasn’t home when I got back.
D: Ah. No plans then?
Me: Not yet.
D: Wanna drink or something?
Me: Nah.
D: Alright. By the way, how’s June?
Me: Seems ok? Apparently she introduced her husband to her fwb and they had a threesome.
D: That’s fast.
Me: Is it? Seems like she was already living a non monogamous lifestyle, just needed to get her husband on board.
D: Perhaps.
Me: Good for her.
D: You guys didn’t do anything when you sent her back?
Me: Why is everyone asking me the same question?
D: It seems like you’d want to sleep with her?
Me: No? It works both ways yeah. Besides, she’s more attracted by your cock.
D: Haha. She had her chance.
Me: Don’t think she’s going to take it.
D: Let me know if she wants to. Haha.
Me: Sure…
Darren headed back first and I went back after dinner.
I slept pretty early as I had nothing to do, and awoke the next morning.
I texted Shirlyn to see if she wanted to do anything. However, she had gotten food poisoning from whatever she ate on Friday night and decided to stay home to rest instead.
Saturday passed and Sunday came. Jasmine was not back yet. I didn’t even know if I should prepare to pick her from the airport or something, so I just stayed home. In the end, she didn’t even come home.
I went to work on Monday as usual, Jasmine still wasn’t back.
I went to look for Shirlyn.
Me: Hey, any idea when Jasmine will be back?
S: Ah. She didn’t tell you?
Me: She said weekend.
S: Right. She’s actually on leave till Wednesday. Comes back on Tuesday night.
Me: Oh. Where did she go?
S: Thailand. Holiday. I thought she was going with you.
Me: Ah ok then.
S: You guys need to communicate better.
Me: I guess we do. Wanna do anything tonight?
S: Not really. Still feeling ill.
Me: Oh. Ok.
I didn’t have many choices of people to hang out with on weekdays, so I decided to take the chance and dropped June a text on Telegram.
Me: Hey, I’m kinda bored and also need someone to talk to, you free for coffee tonight?
As expected, she didn’t reply till much later on.
J: I don’t really drink coffee at night. Can’t sleep after that, but sure. Same place?
Me: Cool. See you at 630pm?
J: Ok.
The entire week passed quickly.
The week was not like any week previously. Jasmine and I had sex daily. We devoured each other hungrily upon reaching home and didn’t stop until we actually got hungry for real food. We went to bed tired, but extremely satisfied. It was surprising, considering we did it like once a week previously, and I also saw Nat on Fridays.
I wonder what changed.
Lunch on Friday was with HR colleagues to update each other on the progress of certain projects. Then again, it was probably like lunch every other day, just that we were supposed to be wrapping up the weeks updates. Instead, Rebecca decided it was time to gossip about others instead.
R: That bitch got a new boyfriend I think.
K: Who?
R: Jasmine la! She looks so happy the entire week. Must be getting fucked good.
I almost choked on my noodles.
K: Why are you so kaypoh? Not your business right?
Kate nudged my foot under the table and gave me a knowing smirk.
R: Can’t I be jealous? I’ve got no fuck buddy now. And that guy you introduced to me, he barely meets me these days. But so useless. Huge dick and cums so fast.
Me: Oops. I can’t verify the goods right?
K: Hahaha! If you’re gay you could!
Me: Funny.
R: Got any more guys or not? Don’t need to be huge. Just don’t cum so fast.
Me: How the hell would I know if they cum fast or not. I can’t be asking my friends how fast they can cum right?
R: Huh. You mean this isn’t something guys talk about when you talk cock?
Me: Do you ask your girlfriend’s how fast they cum?
R: Of course! We compare sizes, positions, thickness of the cum.
Me: Seriously?
R: Yes! If it’s watery means they recently ejaculated.
K: Wow. Is that true?
Me: Erm. Sounds accurate.
R: How would you know? You don’t even have sex with girls. Unless you masturbate everyday?
Me: Maybe.
R: Already told you to sleep with me yet you don’t want. Confirm better than your hand right?
Me: I think I prefer my hand.
R: So irritating!
K: Hey, if you’re horny you still got me and my strap-on.
R: It’s different la! You know when a guy cums, can feel him twitching inside. Then the hot cum cum filling you up.
K: I honestly don’t know.
R: Ya la! You two gay virgins.
Me: That’s not very nice.
K: Haha. That’s just the way she is.
Me: I know.
R: Even Cheryl looks so happy. So irritating.
Me: What makes you think they’re happy because they’ve been having sex?
R: Aiyah. Can tell one la! It’s the glow.
Me: What glow?
R: You go find a girl to sleep with you’ll know la. Or why don’t you just come over to my place tonight?
Me: No thanks. My hand is working fine.
R: And mine will give you pleasure you can only dream about. And my mouth too.
K: I think I’m at the wrong table. Would you like me to leave you two alone?
Me: Please don’t.
R: Why are you so scared of me? I won’t eat you up. Unless your cock is the same size as Darren. Then I won’t let you go liao.
K: This Darren guy sounds amazing.
Kate smirked at me again.
R: You want to try? He’ll tear you apart. Cums super fast though. Like within a few thrusts he already filled the condom. Disappointing.
K: Wow. That sounds sad.
R: Ok la. He got hard again very fast. But I can’t even cum when he keeps cumming so fast.
K: Therefore my strap-on is better as it will never get soft. Maybe if I get a vibrating one…
R: You need to experience a guy cumming inside you to know what I’m talking about.
K: Actually… I did give someone a blowjob weeks ago.
R: You did? Share leh!
K: Share what? It’s just some random guy la.
R: Details woman!
Me: Now I think I’m at the wrong table.
Kate nudged my foot again.
K: Nah. That’s private. Won’t happen again. But I’m sure his cock wouldn’t hurt me if I chose to have sex with him.
R: Confirm must be smaller than your toys.
K: Of course.
We finally managed to get into our weekly updates before heading back to the office.
Just before work ended, Jasmine suddenly told me that she wouldn’t be around the entire weekend, she was going to take a short trip overseas. I didn’t ask where she was going or who she was going with. If she wanted to tell me, she would have.
I thought maybe it might have been Kate but Kate had actually asked me what my plans for the weekend with Jasmine was. I told her Jasmine was going overseas but I wasn’t. She seemed surprised but didn’t ask any further, or give any indication that she knew.
As usual, Jasmine left office first as my car couldn’t move till 7pm. I hung around the office tidying up my paperwork when Shirlyn came out.
S: Hey, not going?
Me: Where?
S: Ah. Nevermind.
Me: You seem to know something I don’t.
S: Nothing.
Me: Ok.
S: Really nothing.
Me: Sure.
S: But I guess you’ll be free this weekend then.
Me: Yup.
S: You wanna do anything?
Me: No plans yet. What did you have in mind?
S: You know what I have in mind.
Me: We’ll play by ear ok? It’s been a tiring week.
S: I bet.
Me: We’ll arrange something for tomorrow?
S: Sure. I’ll head off first.
Seems like Shirlyn knew something but wasn’t telling me.
I headed home and wondered if I needed to meet Nat that night. Thankfully, Jason was over, as I caught sight of his car in the car park when I returned home.
I headed opposite to the coffeeshop for dinner and bumped into Darren.
D: Hey!
Me: What’s up?
D: Nothing? Usual Friday night?
Me: Yeah.
D: Not hanging out with Jasmine?
Me: She’s going overseas. Already wasn’t home when I got back.
D: Ah. No plans then?
Me: Not yet.
D: Wanna drink or something?
Me: Nah.
D: Alright. By the way, how’s June?
Me: Seems ok? Apparently she introduced her husband to her fwb and they had a threesome.
D: That’s fast.
Me: Is it? Seems like she was already living a non monogamous lifestyle, just needed to get her husband on board.
D: Perhaps.
Me: Good for her.
D: You guys didn’t do anything when you sent her back?
Me: Why is everyone asking me the same question?
D: It seems like you’d want to sleep with her?
Me: No? It works both ways yeah. Besides, she’s more attracted by your cock.
D: Haha. She had her chance.
Me: Don’t think she’s going to take it.
D: Let me know if she wants to. Haha.
Me: Sure…
Darren headed back first and I went back after dinner.
I slept pretty early as I had nothing to do, and awoke the next morning.
I texted Shirlyn to see if she wanted to do anything. However, she had gotten food poisoning from whatever she ate on Friday night and decided to stay home to rest instead.
Saturday passed and Sunday came. Jasmine was not back yet. I didn’t even know if I should prepare to pick her from the airport or something, so I just stayed home. In the end, she didn’t even come home.
I went to work on Monday as usual, Jasmine still wasn’t back.
I went to look for Shirlyn.
Me: Hey, any idea when Jasmine will be back?
S: Ah. She didn’t tell you?
Me: She said weekend.
S: Right. She’s actually on leave till Wednesday. Comes back on Tuesday night.
Me: Oh. Where did she go?
S: Thailand. Holiday. I thought she was going with you.
Me: Ah ok then.
S: You guys need to communicate better.
Me: I guess we do. Wanna do anything tonight?
S: Not really. Still feeling ill.
Me: Oh. Ok.
I didn’t have many choices of people to hang out with on weekdays, so I decided to take the chance and dropped June a text on Telegram.
Me: Hey, I’m kinda bored and also need someone to talk to, you free for coffee tonight?
As expected, she didn’t reply till much later on.
J: I don’t really drink coffee at night. Can’t sleep after that, but sure. Same place?
Me: Cool. See you at 630pm?
J: Ok.
I wasn’t entirely sure why I texted June to meet. I could have talked to Shirlyn, or Kate, or Nat and even Crystal. Hell, I could have just gone to bang Rebecca if I was horny since she kept offering herself to me.
But somehow, I felt more at ease wanting to talk to someone who didn’t already know Jasmine, and didn’t want to sleep with me. June fit the bill pretty nicely.
I guess she was pretty bored as well, being Monday and all, for as I headed down to the Starbucks, she was already there, and had ordered a mocha frappe for me, and a green tea latte for herself.
J: So what’s up?
Me: Ah. Nothing much really. Just wanted someone to talk to.
J: I gave you my telegram right? You could have just texted me.
Me: Yeah.
J: You wanted to ogle at me right?
This time around, she was rather modestly dressed, in a turtleneck sort of short sleeved blouse? And ¾ pants. I wondered what kind of job she was really doing, since her attire didn’t seem very office-like today.
Me: You’re not that attractive to me you know. Distracting body parts, but not that attractive.
J: Haha! At least you’re honest.
Me: I’m guessing you work around here? Since you’re willing to come over.
J: I’m one stop away. You’re lucky you’re near the MRT. Otherwise we’d be meeting at my convenience.
Me: And where might that be?
J: Near my office? I’m not that near to the MRT though.
Me: I see.
J: So what’s up?
Me: Well, Jasmine went overseas.
J: And so?
Me: Two people thought I’d be going with her.
J: I fail to see the point.
Me: It’s a surprise to me too.
J: And?
Me: I don’t know if she went alone, or with someone.
J: You know what’s funny?
Me: What?
J: After the talk that day with Nat and Darren, I figured you’d realize that communication is very important. Honesty. No secrets. Tell each other everything.
Me: I tell her everything.
J: And she doesn’t right? It’s irritating right? I face the same issue with my husband. He just accepts what I tell him without a complaint. I could be out fucking my FWB now and every single day and he won’t tell me to stop.
Me: And how does that make you feel?
J: I have no clue. But at least now I’m open with him. Hopefully he’ll be open with me too.
Me: What if he’s fucking someone else?
J: Then he should tell me. At least then we both have an understanding.
Me: Aren’t you just glad he accepts whatever you’re doing?
J: Of course I am.
Me: Then I guess she’s the same as him.
J: Maybe. But he’s not the one telling me to fuck all my friends. Or to take someone’s virginity. And of course, we’re already married and moving towards a more open marriage. You don’t even know where you’re headed.
Me: True.
J: So why didn’t you ask her?
Me: If she wanted to tell me where or who she’s going with she would have.
J: You don’t know that. Even if you asked, she may not have said. Is it bothering you?
Me: Slightly. We had sex everyday for the entire week. So I was expecting to spend the weekend with her.
J: You had sex daily? Well done. All I had was a threesome. Twice.
Me: Isn’t that good enough for you?
J: Well… I was hoping my FWB would still meet up with me, then I’d get fucked by my husband when I’m home.
Me: I thought your sex drive wasn’t that high.
J: It’s not. But I’m getting good sex. So nothing wrong with getting more.
Me: Right.
J: Although I still haven’t gotten my wish for double penetration.
Me: Why not?
J: Guess they’re really too scared to try. They aren’t exactly that small, and it’s my virgin hole.
Me: Just relax and use lots of lube. Or try something smaller.
J: Hahaha. Like what?
Me: Toys maybe?
J: Nah. I want to feel a cock inside me. Two cocks. I can’t imagine what it must be like.
Me: Try with a cock and a toy first?
J: Will need to see who’s willing to try first. Husband or FWB.
Me: Maybe just try with a toy. Haha.
J: I really prefer cocks. Anyway, what are you so worried about Jasmine anyway? Are you afraid she’s seeing someone else?
Me: A little?
J: Even if she is, so what? You don’t own her, she doesn’t own you. You aren’t married. You didn’t clearly define your relationship. All you have going on is a promise of marriage. It hasn’t happened yet, so why be so hard on yourself? Just do what you want to do within reason, then go back to her at the end of the day.
Me: That’s what you’re doing.
J: That’s not my point. My point is, just live your life how you want to live it. So she’s fucking someone else, you go fuck someone else too. You don’t know who it is? Then fuck someone she doesn’t know about.
Me: And that goes against the concept of openness right?
J: Probably. But she chose not to be fully open right?
Me: I guess.
J: So what’s stopping you?
Me: What’s stopping your husband?
J: This isn’t about him.
Me: Well, I guess I wanna be loyal to her?
J: Your sense of loyalty doesn’t seem right. If she’s fucking someone else and not telling you, how’s that being loyal to you?
Me: Maybe she’ll tell me eventually?
J: You wrote that you were upset when you caught her fucking Darren behind your back.
Me: Sort of.
J: Maybe that’s why she feels she can’t tell you? Not yet anyway. Maybe she’s fucking Darren right now?
Me: Nah. He was surprised that she went overseas too.
J: What about the lesbian girl?
Me: She didn’t even know she’s going overseas.
J: So let’s just assume she is fucking someone else. It’d have to be someone she knows. I don’t think she’s the kind that would randomly go on sex holidays with any guy she just met right?
Me: I really don’t know.
J: So that leaves Jason, and EoS.
Me: She doesn’t really like Jason. She was curious about EoS, but…
J: Ya. This EoS guy, so many girls after him even though he’s married. I went to read his stories too. It’s very interesting.
Me: I don’t think she’s with him.
J: Did you even ask? I remember the last time Jasmine went missing you practically called the whole world trying to find her. Why not now?
Me: Maybe I’ve accepted it?
J: Accepted what? That she’ll randomly go missing, probably fuck other guys behind your back?
Me: Go missing. I don’t think she’s fucking someone behind my back. She’d tell me first.
J: You aren’t even sure about that.
Me: Yeah. I’m not. But I’m going to give her space. Respect her privacy.
J: Hypothetically, if we were to have sex tonight, would you tell her?
Me: Probably not.
J: Why not?
Me: She might get upset?
J: And you won’t be if she’s fucking someone else?
Me: I would.
J: Then why are you the one giving in?
Me: Because I know we won’t be fucking. Hypothetically or not.
J: Well, you’re right there. Not my desired size. Haha.
Me: Maybe it’s small enough for other things? Haha.
J: That’s a very lame way to say you want to fuck my ass.
Me: But I didn’t say it.
J: Don’t be lame. Be more firm. Direct.
Me: But I don’t want to. I’m just trolling you.
J: Urgh. Fine. Let’s change topic. What’s good to eat around here? I heard there’s some famous noodles at the hawker centre?
Me: Famous noodles?
J: Noodle story or something?
Me: Ah. They actually opened an outlet at the MRT.
J: Oh? Are you hungry?
Me: Not really. I’m getting full from the coffee.
J: Ah. Do you wanna eat anyway? My treat. For giving me new insights to my relationship.
Me: Erm. Sure. In a while I guess?
We continued chatting while I waited to get hungry. Chatting with June was really refreshing. She did not have any preconceived ideas about Jasmine and most importantly, she didn’t want to sleep with me. If I had met Rebecca or Crystal, who knows what I might have done.
I wasn’t entirely sure why I texted June to meet. I could have talked to Shirlyn, or Kate, or Nat and even Crystal. Hell, I could have just gone to bang Rebecca if I was horny since she kept offering herself to me.
But somehow, I felt more at ease wanting to talk to someone who didn’t already know Jasmine, and didn’t want to sleep with me. June fit the bill pretty nicely.
I guess she was pretty bored as well, being Monday and all, for as I headed down to the Starbucks, she was already there, and had ordered a mocha frappe for me, and a green tea latte for herself.
J: So what’s up?
Me: Ah. Nothing much really. Just wanted someone to talk to.
J: I gave you my telegram right? You could have just texted me.
Me: Yeah.
J: You wanted to ogle at me right?
This time around, she was rather modestly dressed, in a turtleneck sort of short sleeved blouse? And ¾ pants. I wondered what kind of job she was really doing, since her attire didn’t seem very office-like today.
Me: You’re not that attractive to me you know. Distracting body parts, but not that attractive.
J: Haha! At least you’re honest.
Me: I’m guessing you work around here? Since you’re willing to come over.
J: I’m one stop away. You’re lucky you’re near the MRT. Otherwise we’d be meeting at my convenience.
Me: And where might that be?
J: Near my office? I’m not that near to the MRT though.
Me: I see.
J: So what’s up?
Me: Well, Jasmine went overseas.
J: And so?
Me: Two people thought I’d be going with her.
J: I fail to see the point.
Me: It’s a surprise to me too.
J: And?
Me: I don’t know if she went alone, or with someone.
J: You know what’s funny?
Me: What?
J: After the talk that day with Nat and Darren, I figured you’d realize that communication is very important. Honesty. No secrets. Tell each other everything.
Me: I tell her everything.
J: And she doesn’t right? It’s irritating right? I face the same issue with my husband. He just accepts what I tell him without a complaint. I could be out fucking my FWB now and every single day and he won’t tell me to stop.
Me: And how does that make you feel?
J: I have no clue. But at least now I’m open with him. Hopefully he’ll be open with me too.
Me: What if he’s fucking someone else?
J: Then he should tell me. At least then we both have an understanding.
Me: Aren’t you just glad he accepts whatever you’re doing?
J: Of course I am.
Me: Then I guess she’s the same as him.
J: Maybe. But he’s not the one telling me to fuck all my friends. Or to take someone’s virginity. And of course, we’re already married and moving towards a more open marriage. You don’t even know where you’re headed.
Me: True.
J: So why didn’t you ask her?
Me: If she wanted to tell me where or who she’s going with she would have.
J: You don’t know that. Even if you asked, she may not have said. Is it bothering you?
Me: Slightly. We had sex everyday for the entire week. So I was expecting to spend the weekend with her.
J: You had sex daily? Well done. All I had was a threesome. Twice.
Me: Isn’t that good enough for you?
J: Well… I was hoping my FWB would still meet up with me, then I’d get fucked by my husband when I’m home.
Me: I thought your sex drive wasn’t that high.
J: It’s not. But I’m getting good sex. So nothing wrong with getting more.
Me: Right.
J: Although I still haven’t gotten my wish for double penetration.
Me: Why not?
J: Guess they’re really too scared to try. They aren’t exactly that small, and it’s my virgin hole.
Me: Just relax and use lots of lube. Or try something smaller.
J: Hahaha. Like what?
Me: Toys maybe?
J: Nah. I want to feel a cock inside me. Two cocks. I can’t imagine what it must be like.
Me: Try with a cock and a toy first?
J: Will need to see who’s willing to try first. Husband or FWB.
Me: Maybe just try with a toy. Haha.
J: I really prefer cocks. Anyway, what are you so worried about Jasmine anyway? Are you afraid she’s seeing someone else?
Me: A little?
J: Even if she is, so what? You don’t own her, she doesn’t own you. You aren’t married. You didn’t clearly define your relationship. All you have going on is a promise of marriage. It hasn’t happened yet, so why be so hard on yourself? Just do what you want to do within reason, then go back to her at the end of the day.
Me: That’s what you’re doing.
J: That’s not my point. My point is, just live your life how you want to live it. So she’s fucking someone else, you go fuck someone else too. You don’t know who it is? Then fuck someone she doesn’t know about.
Me: And that goes against the concept of openness right?
J: Probably. But she chose not to be fully open right?
Me: I guess.
J: So what’s stopping you?
Me: What’s stopping your husband?
J: This isn’t about him.
Me: Well, I guess I wanna be loyal to her?
J: Your sense of loyalty doesn’t seem right. If she’s fucking someone else and not telling you, how’s that being loyal to you?
Me: Maybe she’ll tell me eventually?
J: You wrote that you were upset when you caught her fucking Darren behind your back.
Me: Sort of.
J: Maybe that’s why she feels she can’t tell you? Not yet anyway. Maybe she’s fucking Darren right now?
Me: Nah. He was surprised that she went overseas too.
J: What about the lesbian girl?
Me: She didn’t even know she’s going overseas.
J: So let’s just assume she is fucking someone else. It’d have to be someone she knows. I don’t think she’s the kind that would randomly go on sex holidays with any guy she just met right?
Me: I really don’t know.
J: So that leaves Jason, and EoS.
Me: She doesn’t really like Jason. She was curious about EoS, but…
J: Ya. This EoS guy, so many girls after him even though he’s married. I went to read his stories too. It’s very interesting.
Me: I don’t think she’s with him.
J: Did you even ask? I remember the last time Jasmine went missing you practically called the whole world trying to find her. Why not now?
Me: Maybe I’ve accepted it?
J: Accepted what? That she’ll randomly go missing, probably fuck other guys behind your back?
Me: Go missing. I don’t think she’s fucking someone behind my back. She’d tell me first.
J: You aren’t even sure about that.
Me: Yeah. I’m not. But I’m going to give her space. Respect her privacy.
J: Hypothetically, if we were to have sex tonight, would you tell her?
Me: Probably not.
J: Why not?
Me: She might get upset?
J: And you won’t be if she’s fucking someone else?
Me: I would.
J: Then why are you the one giving in?
Me: Because I know we won’t be fucking. Hypothetically or not.
J: Well, you’re right there. Not my desired size. Haha.
Me: Maybe it’s small enough for other things? Haha.
J: That’s a very lame way to say you want to fuck my ass.
Me: But I didn’t say it.
J: Don’t be lame. Be more firm. Direct.
Me: But I don’t want to. I’m just trolling you.
J: Urgh. Fine. Let’s change topic. What’s good to eat around here? I heard there’s some famous noodles at the hawker centre?
Me: Famous noodles?
J: Noodle story or something?
Me: Ah. They actually opened an outlet at the MRT.
J: Oh? Are you hungry?
Me: Not really. I’m getting full from the coffee.
J: Ah. Do you wanna eat anyway? My treat. For giving me new insights to my relationship.
Me: Erm. Sure. In a while I guess?
We continued chatting while I waited to get hungry. Chatting with June was really refreshing. She did not have any preconceived ideas about Jasmine and most importantly, she didn’t want to sleep with me. If I had met Rebecca or Crystal, who knows what I might have done.
I took forever to finish up my mocha frappe, and we only headed to the MRT for dinner when it was almost 730pm.
It was a somewhat good choice, considering the eatery was pretty empty, compared to the absurd queues at the hawker centre usually during lunch time, but it seemed like the staff were preparing to pack up and go home and didn’t really appreciate late diners. Perhaps we should have checked the opening hours, we would have realised that it closed at 8pm.
We hurriedly ate our noodles so as not to be a burden to the staff there and then walked around.
J: Eh! Got Mr Coconut here! You want?
Me: Sure?
J: Haven’t had it for so long! The one near my office is perpetually packed!
June went to place her order while I hung around. It was yet another f&b outlet that seemed to be wanting to pack up for the day. Perhaps we should have had dinner first then go for coffee.
She got our takeaway orders and we exited the MRT, heading up to the open area outside where there were some benches. We sat down and she passed me my cup. I took a sip.
Me: Wow. Is this 200% sugar or what?
J: Oh. 100%. I didn’t know if you wanted it sweet or not.
Me: It’s really sweet.
She exchanged cups with me.
J: Have mine then. 0%.
Me: It’s ok. I won’t die from a little sugar. Haha.
J: Isn’t it too sweet?
Me: There’s probably a reason why you chose 0% right?
J: No? I just prefer to taste to coconut rather than the sugar?
Me: Oh.
J: But it’s fine la. You seem to be struggling with it.
Me: I rarely take sweet stuff. More of a savoury palate.
J: Please la. All those Ben & Jerry and Netflix with Jasmine. Don’t tell me it’s not sweet.
Me: Oh. I do it because she likes it.
J: You’re too fucking submissive.
Me: Maybe.
J: Why do you let girls walk all over you? Girls like a manly man.
Me: Most girls?
J: Probably most girls. But you let so many of them walk all over you. Your self-esteem seems low.
Me: I guess it is.
J: Why?
Me: I don’t really know?
J: Because of your overwhelming averageness?
Me: Haha. What a way to describe it.
J: It’s true. You’re average in every sense of the word. Even your cock is average.
Me: Gotta thank Nat for exposing me like that.
J: She seems to like exposing people. Didn’t she expose your friend EoS to Jasmine too?
Me: She did.
J: Almost as big as you erect when he’s soft. Interesting.
Me: You really like analysing my stories huh?
J: Why not? I think it takes courage to write something so personal, whether it’s 100% true or not. And to continue for such a long time.
Me: I think it eases a burden from my mind when I write. EoS felt something like that when he started his story. It was what inspired me to write.
J: I see.
Me: When are you going to write your own?
J: Haha! Still thinking. I can’t really write well. You want to help me?
Me: To write?
J: Why not?
Me: I don’t know your story. If I write it, it won’t have the personal effect.
J: I narrate and you write?
Me: Doesn’t work that way la.
J: My story is very boring. My husband was my first. I only had 2 FWBs and 1 FB.
Me: Didn’t I read somewhere about you being an escort for awhile?
J: Yeah. That’s not counted. Was a bad time of my life and I needed a quick way to get cash to clear debts.
Me: Oh.
J: There’s really nothing much you can write about that. It’s the same story. Guy books me, guy pays, guy cums, guy leaves.
Me: Yeah. That sounds like a short story. Hahaha.
J: It’s really not that interesting.
Me: I guess not.
J: But back to you. Low self esteem. Why?
Me: I really don’t know. I just never felt that I was doing anything great or worthwhile my whole life.
J: Are you really bothered by your size?
Me: No? I think it’s quite obvious that I can satisfy most women.
J: Maybe. But the way you describe it, makes it seem like you wish you were bigger.
Me: That’s probably the dream of most average guys right? Attract the girl with physical attributes first.
J: Haha! I’m not a normal girl. I like bigger cocks because my first cock was already so big. Can’t see myself being satisfied with anything less.
Me: Surely when you were an escort you’ve had numerous different cocks?
J: That’s different. Even if I got a small one I had to act as though it was the biggest I’ve ever had in my life. It’s all business. Not really for pleasure.
Me: So you’re good at faking it?
J: Most girls can if they want to I think. There was one client. He’s way smaller than you. I moaned as though he was a porn star. He was so aroused that he came quickly.
Me: Doesn’t seem very fair. Haha.
J: They pay per shot. It’s fair. Not my fault that they can’t hold it in.
Me: Right…
J: But the difference between you and them is that while they’re not all well-endowed, most of them have self-confidence. You on the other hand, seemed to be wrapped around the little finger of all the girls you’re with.
Me: That’s not true.
J: Only you’ll know if it’s true.
Me: Yeah.
J: So why did you really ask me out tonight?
Me: To chat? I didn’t really feel like chatting with the other girls.
J: Don’t they see me as a threat?
Me: You’re not a threat. You’re not interested in my small cock. Haha.
J: True. I’m not like Crystal who believes in sexual compatibility just because you got her wet.
Me: Just find the right buttons.
J: Oh, all my buttons are right, if the criteria is met.
Me: Seriously?
J: It’s really my husband’s fault. When we first had sex, he sort of forced it in. The pain was intense but it slowly became pleasure. Since then I’ve only really enjoyed the bigger cocks.
Me: All your FWBs were well-endowed?
J: Actually, the first wasn’t really. Probably around your size. But he was a very good guy friend. Talked a lot. Counselled me. Stuff like that. My FB was my superior at work. Also rather average. But I fucked him mostly because I was angry with my then boyfriend.
Me: Ah. So you did have average cocks before.
J: Well, it isn’t easy finding a large cock that comes with a nice person attached to it.
Me: Your husband is really accomodating.
J: He is. But sometimes I wonder if it’s because he has no choice.
Me: What do you mean?
J: He proposed even before we were 21. Back then I don’t know if it was because he was guilty for taking my virginity. Then the debts we had was due to him breaking bonds.
Me: He broke his army bond?
J: He broke 2 bonds. First was a teaching bond, he couldn’t get into OCS during his NS, so he decided to become a teacher. Somehow along the way he decided he wanted to go back to the army so he signed on and became an officer. Then he went for special forces training, got injured, went to study again, went back to army, went for special forces training again, got injured again, then finally decided that enough was enough.
Me: Oh… yeah, injuries are horrible when you’re a regular. Hope he has recovered.
J: I think he wants to sign on again. Haha. He sort of lost his sales job during Covid then was driving Gojek and Grab for awhile.
Me: So he’s unemployed now?
J: Sort of. Doing part-time stuff.
Me: I don’t know why but his story sounds incredibly familiar. Like I’ve heard of an officer in the formation my battalion was part of who went for special forces selection twice but got injured. Quite a legend.
J: Oh? Maybe it’s my husband. Haha!
Me: Well I left service a long time ago.
J: What’s so special about special forces anyway. We don’t even fight any wars.
Me: That’s not the point. And special forces technically do other things.
J: Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. All I know it’s his dream and he really wanted to go there.
I tried to recall the name of the officer from my brigade.
Me: Your husband’s name is XXXX?
J: Oh shit. You really know him? You’re infantry too?
Me: Not really. Formation and battalion are quite far apart. And I’m not infantry.
J: Oh. Interesting. What’s your rank?
Me: Master Sergeant.
J: What’s that? Not officer right?
Me: It’s a specialist rank.
J: No idea what that is. I shall ask my husband if he knows you.
Me: Highly unlikely. I’m a small fry. Was only there for a while before I resigned.
J: He was some manpower or admin officer when he was injured. Maybe he knows you.
Me: Haha. Why does it matter if he knows me or not?
J: It doesn’t. Just interesting that the world is so small.
Me: Your FWB also ex-regular right?
J: Yes?
Me: Does your husband know him?
J: Not that he said. But I heard them talking. Something about special forces and don’t know what special unit that apparently they made a mediacorp drama about.
Me: Oh?
J: Yeah my FWB was supposedly from there.
Me: EoS is supposedly from that unit too.
J: That’s really interesting.
Me: Is EoS your FWB?
J: Hahaha! How would I know? Never met him before. But please la, my FWB is still meeting me weekly. This EoS guy, the way you described him is like he’s some monk. Can get stripped naked by girls and yet doesn’t do anything.
I wondered just how small the world could be. It was getting late so we decided to leave. I offered to send her back and she agreed. The conversation continued in the car.
Me: You want to meet him?
J: Who? EoS? For what? To see if he’s really my FWB?
Me: I guess.
J: Crazy. I know he’s on the forum. But I don’t know his username. I only came to the forum because he mentioned it and I was curious what was on it.
Me: Well, if it really is EoS, then I more or less can confirm my suspicions that he’s actually the FWB of Crystal and Shirlyn.
J: Crazy. You might as well say he’s the guy who went overseas with Jasmine too. Hahaha.
Me: That thought did cross my mind.
J: Goodness, you really need to do something about your self esteem issues. So what if he’s fucking all of them? There’s no big deal. At the end of the day, he’s married, and he’ll never be anything more to them than just a cock they use when they feel like it. You’re single, technically available. You have the upper hand.
Me: What if they prefer him over me? You know… his size.. skill..
J: Looks like you already have it in your head that he’s the guy. So let me ask you a simple question. If he’s so great, why are they still even with you? It’s pretty clear Shirlyn likes you. Jasmine I really can’t tell. With Nat and Crystal you’re just a cock they wanna use. They are married, in an open relationship of some sorts, you are really nothing to them. Just a cock. Maybe someone to hang out with. That’s all. But to Shirlyn, and maybe even Jasmine, if you think they are into a bigger cock who’s legally unavailable, then it’s better you just stay single.
Me: Is your FWB just a cock to you?
J: Of course he is. But my relationship is more open and clear cut than yours. He’s just a cock. But he’s a cock I depend on. A cock I crave sometimes. A cock that makes me feel good and makes my husband jealous.
Me: Seriously.
J: Everytime I go home after meeting my FWB, my husband fucks me so hard it kind of makes me wish I didn’t fuck my FWB cos it’s gonna be hard going to work the next day. But it’s amazing.
Me: How is he ok with it?
J: I don’t know. He just is. Maybe you need to make them jealous. Haha.
Me: How?
J: Go fuck someone else la! Show them you’re a man!
Me: I am a man.
J: A manly masculine man.
Me: I am-
J: Nope. You’re not. You rarely take control. You don’t show your dominant side.
Me: Well, sometimes being passive works I guess?
J: You’re impossible. And I’m not the first to say that.
Me: Why would I want to sleep with someone else then announce it to them just to make them jealous?
J: That’s just my suggestion. I’ve a feeling once they’re jealous you’ll see some progress in your relationship.
Me: What if I like fucking the other girl so much? And I fall for her. Then what?
J: God. Somebody should just put you out of your misery.
Me: I’m over thinking aren’t I?
J: Yes. So to make it simple, find someone who cannot be in a relationship with you. Like Nat or Crystal. Because they’re married and legally bound to the piece of paper.
Me: That won’t work. They know Nat and Crystal.
J: I said like Nat or Crystal. Not Nat or Crystal.
Me: Ah, so a married woman?
J: Wow. You’re slow.
Me: You’re a married woman.
J: What the fuck. No.
Me: You needed something small for your ass right?
J: Hahahahaha. That seriously can’t be your best pick up line.
Me: Erm. Would you like your eggs sunny side up, scrambled or fertilized?
J: That’s not even original.
Me: Is there a mirror in your pants? I can see myself in them.
J: Hahahahaha! Please stop. I’m trying very hard not to cringe while laughing and my tummy hurts.
Me: Bad noodles?
J: No. I’m laughing too hard at your lameness.
We reached her drop off point.
J: Thanks for the ride. Hope you’ll think about what I said.
Me: You wanna ride something else?
J: Hahaha. Call me when you’ve added one or two inches.
Me: You disabled telegram calls.
J: Text me then! Or email! Hahaha!
Me: Sure.
J: Ok you’re seriously fun to be with. And you really can make me laugh.
Me: So you’re lowering your standards?
J: Fat chance. But I wish you all the best. I don’t mind hanging out again next time. And if I wasn’t in pants today, maybe…
Me: Maybe what?
J: Maybe I’d tease you a little bit. Hahaha. Good night Mark.
Me: Good night June.
I watched as she walked to her lift lobby and entered the lift before I headed home.
I took forever to finish up my mocha frappe, and we only headed to the MRT for dinner when it was almost 730pm.
It was a somewhat good choice, considering the eatery was pretty empty, compared to the absurd queues at the hawker centre usually during lunch time, but it seemed like the staff were preparing to pack up and go home and didn’t really appreciate late diners. Perhaps we should have checked the opening hours, we would have realised that it closed at 8pm.
We hurriedly ate our noodles so as not to be a burden to the staff there and then walked around.
J: Eh! Got Mr Coconut here! You want?
Me: Sure?
J: Haven’t had it for so long! The one near my office is perpetually packed!
June went to place her order while I hung around. It was yet another f&b outlet that seemed to be wanting to pack up for the day. Perhaps we should have had dinner first then go for coffee.
She got our takeaway orders and we exited the MRT, heading up to the open area outside where there were some benches. We sat down and she passed me my cup. I took a sip.
Me: Wow. Is this 200% sugar or what?
J: Oh. 100%. I didn’t know if you wanted it sweet or not.
Me: It’s really sweet.
She exchanged cups with me.
J: Have mine then. 0%.
Me: It’s ok. I won’t die from a little sugar. Haha.
J: Isn’t it too sweet?
Me: There’s probably a reason why you chose 0% right?
J: No? I just prefer to taste to coconut rather than the sugar?
Me: Oh.
J: But it’s fine la. You seem to be struggling with it.
Me: I rarely take sweet stuff. More of a savoury palate.
J: Please la. All those Ben & Jerry and Netflix with Jasmine. Don’t tell me it’s not sweet.
Me: Oh. I do it because she likes it.
J: You’re too fucking submissive.
Me: Maybe.
J: Why do you let girls walk all over you? Girls like a manly man.
Me: Most girls?
J: Probably most girls. But you let so many of them walk all over you. Your self-esteem seems low.
Me: I guess it is.
J: Why?
Me: I don’t really know?
J: Because of your overwhelming averageness?
Me: Haha. What a way to describe it.
J: It’s true. You’re average in every sense of the word. Even your cock is average.
Me: Gotta thank Nat for exposing me like that.
J: She seems to like exposing people. Didn’t she expose your friend EoS to Jasmine too?
Me: She did.
J: Almost as big as you erect when he’s soft. Interesting.
Me: You really like analysing my stories huh?
J: Why not? I think it takes courage to write something so personal, whether it’s 100% true or not. And to continue for such a long time.
Me: I think it eases a burden from my mind when I write. EoS felt something like that when he started his story. It was what inspired me to write.
J: I see.
Me: When are you going to write your own?
J: Haha! Still thinking. I can’t really write well. You want to help me?
Me: To write?
J: Why not?
Me: I don’t know your story. If I write it, it won’t have the personal effect.
J: I narrate and you write?
Me: Doesn’t work that way la.
J: My story is very boring. My husband was my first. I only had 2 FWBs and 1 FB.
Me: Didn’t I read somewhere about you being an escort for awhile?
J: Yeah. That’s not counted. Was a bad time of my life and I needed a quick way to get cash to clear debts.
Me: Oh.
J: There’s really nothing much you can write about that. It’s the same story. Guy books me, guy pays, guy cums, guy leaves.
Me: Yeah. That sounds like a short story. Hahaha.
J: It’s really not that interesting.
Me: I guess not.
J: But back to you. Low self esteem. Why?
Me: I really don’t know. I just never felt that I was doing anything great or worthwhile my whole life.
J: Are you really bothered by your size?
Me: No? I think it’s quite obvious that I can satisfy most women.
J: Maybe. But the way you describe it, makes it seem like you wish you were bigger.
Me: That’s probably the dream of most average guys right? Attract the girl with physical attributes first.
J: Haha! I’m not a normal girl. I like bigger cocks because my first cock was already so big. Can’t see myself being satisfied with anything less.
Me: Surely when you were an escort you’ve had numerous different cocks?
J: That’s different. Even if I got a small one I had to act as though it was the biggest I’ve ever had in my life. It’s all business. Not really for pleasure.
Me: So you’re good at faking it?
J: Most girls can if they want to I think. There was one client. He’s way smaller than you. I moaned as though he was a porn star. He was so aroused that he came quickly.
Me: Doesn’t seem very fair. Haha.
J: They pay per shot. It’s fair. Not my fault that they can’t hold it in.
Me: Right…
J: But the difference between you and them is that while they’re not all well-endowed, most of them have self-confidence. You on the other hand, seemed to be wrapped around the little finger of all the girls you’re with.
Me: That’s not true.
J: Only you’ll know if it’s true.
Me: Yeah.
J: So why did you really ask me out tonight?
Me: To chat? I didn’t really feel like chatting with the other girls.
J: Don’t they see me as a threat?
Me: You’re not a threat. You’re not interested in my small cock. Haha.
J: True. I’m not like Crystal who believes in sexual compatibility just because you got her wet.
Me: Just find the right buttons.
J: Oh, all my buttons are right, if the criteria is met.
Me: Seriously?
J: It’s really my husband’s fault. When we first had sex, he sort of forced it in. The pain was intense but it slowly became pleasure. Since then I’ve only really enjoyed the bigger cocks.
Me: All your FWBs were well-endowed?
J: Actually, the first wasn’t really. Probably around your size. But he was a very good guy friend. Talked a lot. Counselled me. Stuff like that. My FB was my superior at work. Also rather average. But I fucked him mostly because I was angry with my then boyfriend.
Me: Ah. So you did have average cocks before.
J: Well, it isn’t easy finding a large cock that comes with a nice person attached to it.
Me: Your husband is really accomodating.
J: He is. But sometimes I wonder if it’s because he has no choice.
Me: What do you mean?
J: He proposed even before we were 21. Back then I don’t know if it was because he was guilty for taking my virginity. Then the debts we had was due to him breaking bonds.
Me: He broke his army bond?
J: He broke 2 bonds. First was a teaching bond, he couldn’t get into OCS during his NS, so he decided to become a teacher. Somehow along the way he decided he wanted to go back to the army so he signed on and became an officer. Then he went for special forces training, got injured, went to study again, went back to army, went for special forces training again, got injured again, then finally decided that enough was enough.
Me: Oh… yeah, injuries are horrible when you’re a regular. Hope he has recovered.
J: I think he wants to sign on again. Haha. He sort of lost his sales job during Covid then was driving Gojek and Grab for awhile.
Me: So he’s unemployed now?
J: Sort of. Doing part-time stuff.
Me: I don’t know why but his story sounds incredibly familiar. Like I’ve heard of an officer in the formation my battalion was part of who went for special forces selection twice but got injured. Quite a legend.
J: Oh? Maybe it’s my husband. Haha!
Me: Well I left service a long time ago.
J: What’s so special about special forces anyway. We don’t even fight any wars.
Me: That’s not the point. And special forces technically do other things.
J: Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. All I know it’s his dream and he really wanted to go there.
I tried to recall the name of the officer from my brigade.
Me: Your husband’s name is XXXX?
J: Oh shit. You really know him? You’re infantry too?
Me: Not really. Formation and battalion are quite far apart. And I’m not infantry.
J: Oh. Interesting. What’s your rank?
Me: Master Sergeant.
J: What’s that? Not officer right?
Me: It’s a specialist rank.
J: No idea what that is. I shall ask my husband if he knows you.
Me: Highly unlikely. I’m a small fry. Was only there for a while before I resigned.
J: He was some manpower or admin officer when he was injured. Maybe he knows you.
Me: Haha. Why does it matter if he knows me or not?
J: It doesn’t. Just interesting that the world is so small.
Me: Your FWB also ex-regular right?
J: Yes?
Me: Does your husband know him?
J: Not that he said. But I heard them talking. Something about special forces and don’t know what special unit that apparently they made a mediacorp drama about.
Me: Oh?
J: Yeah my FWB was supposedly from there.
Me: EoS is supposedly from that unit too.
J: That’s really interesting.
Me: Is EoS your FWB?
J: Hahaha! How would I know? Never met him before. But please la, my FWB is still meeting me weekly. This EoS guy, the way you described him is like he’s some monk. Can get stripped naked by girls and yet doesn’t do anything.
I wondered just how small the world could be. It was getting late so we decided to leave. I offered to send her back and she agreed. The conversation continued in the car.
Me: You want to meet him?
J: Who? EoS? For what? To see if he’s really my FWB?
Me: I guess.
J: Crazy. I know he’s on the forum. But I don’t know his username. I only came to the forum because he mentioned it and I was curious what was on it.
Me: Well, if it really is EoS, then I more or less can confirm my suspicions that he’s actually the FWB of Crystal and Shirlyn.
J: Crazy. You might as well say he’s the guy who went overseas with Jasmine too. Hahaha.
Me: That thought did cross my mind.
J: Goodness, you really need to do something about your self esteem issues. So what if he’s fucking all of them? There’s no big deal. At the end of the day, he’s married, and he’ll never be anything more to them than just a cock they use when they feel like it. You’re single, technically available. You have the upper hand.
Me: What if they prefer him over me? You know… his size.. skill..
J: Looks like you already have it in your head that he’s the guy. So let me ask you a simple question. If he’s so great, why are they still even with you? It’s pretty clear Shirlyn likes you. Jasmine I really can’t tell. With Nat and Crystal you’re just a cock they wanna use. They are married, in an open relationship of some sorts, you are really nothing to them. Just a cock. Maybe someone to hang out with. That’s all. But to Shirlyn, and maybe even Jasmine, if you think they are into a bigger cock who’s legally unavailable, then it’s better you just stay single.
Me: Is your FWB just a cock to you?
J: Of course he is. But my relationship is more open and clear cut than yours. He’s just a cock. But he’s a cock I depend on. A cock I crave sometimes. A cock that makes me feel good and makes my husband jealous.
Me: Seriously.
J: Everytime I go home after meeting my FWB, my husband fucks me so hard it kind of makes me wish I didn’t fuck my FWB cos it’s gonna be hard going to work the next day. But it’s amazing.
Me: How is he ok with it?
J: I don’t know. He just is. Maybe you need to make them jealous. Haha.
Me: How?
J: Go fuck someone else la! Show them you’re a man!
Me: I am a man.
J: A manly masculine man.
Me: I am-
J: Nope. You’re not. You rarely take control. You don’t show your dominant side.
Me: Well, sometimes being passive works I guess?
J: You’re impossible. And I’m not the first to say that.
Me: Why would I want to sleep with someone else then announce it to them just to make them jealous?
J: That’s just my suggestion. I’ve a feeling once they’re jealous you’ll see some progress in your relationship.
Me: What if I like fucking the other girl so much? And I fall for her. Then what?
J: God. Somebody should just put you out of your misery.
Me: I’m over thinking aren’t I?
J: Yes. So to make it simple, find someone who cannot be in a relationship with you. Like Nat or Crystal. Because they’re married and legally bound to the piece of paper.
Me: That won’t work. They know Nat and Crystal.
J: I said like Nat or Crystal. Not Nat or Crystal.
Me: Ah, so a married woman?
J: Wow. You’re slow.
Me: You’re a married woman.
J: What the fuck. No.
Me: You needed something small for your ass right?
J: Hahahahaha. That seriously can’t be your best pick up line.
Me: Erm. Would you like your eggs sunny side up, scrambled or fertilized?
J: That’s not even original.
Me: Is there a mirror in your pants? I can see myself in them.
J: Hahahahaha! Please stop. I’m trying very hard not to cringe while laughing and my tummy hurts.
Me: Bad noodles?
J: No. I’m laughing too hard at your lameness.
We reached her drop off point.
J: Thanks for the ride. Hope you’ll think about what I said.
Me: You wanna ride something else?
J: Hahaha. Call me when you’ve added one or two inches.
Me: You disabled telegram calls.
J: Text me then! Or email! Hahaha!
Me: Sure.
J: Ok you’re seriously fun to be with. And you really can make me laugh.
Me: So you’re lowering your standards?
J: Fat chance. But I wish you all the best. I don’t mind hanging out again next time. And if I wasn’t in pants today, maybe…
Me: Maybe what?
J: Maybe I’d tease you a little bit. Hahaha. Good night Mark.
Me: Good night June.
I watched as she walked to her lift lobby and entered the lift before I headed home.
Tuesday morning I went to work with a massive migraine, but had no idea where it came from. I had slept well the night before after sending June home. I really didn’t give much thought to the harmless flirting I did with her at the end of the night.
I wondered how valid her logic was though, to make Jasmine jealous in order for her to appreciate me more. It might not have been phrased that way, but I was pretty sure that was the intention. And to find a married woman, someone who couldn’t have a proper relationship with me, wasn’t that defeating the purpose of making Jasmine jealous? The perfect candidate would be someone who had the ability to take me away from Jasmine completely. Perhaps her married woman analogy was a little flawed, or perhaps she was secretly hinting that she wanted me to seduce her despite openly stating that size mattered.
But was Jasmine even the type who would get jealous easily? I didn’t think so. Even when Rebecca showed some sort of interest in me, Jasmine’s request was for me to fuck her hard and wipe that smirk off her face, though that might have been said in jest. Even the incident with Crystal, she was pretty nonchalant about it, and perhaps even facilitated the event a little too easily. It made me wonder if she was really interested in being with me only after her divorce was finalized.
To address some queries.
Great sex. Can there be great sex without love? Of course. But what exactly is great sex? I wouldn’t term the sex I’ve been having as great. Yes it feels good, and I have an abundance of it with multiple partners of my choosing. But something is missing that would make it truly great. That of course would be love. For sex to be truly great I feel there should be an element of love in it, but I can’t really say I know or understand what exactly love is. I thought I loved Isabelle. We were supposed to get married, but apparently I “loved” my job more. I don’t know what I had with Ann, but it probably wasn’t love. It was probably more of a longing to be desired by someone else that I assumed at the time she could and would provide, until the truth about her polygamy was revealed anyway. And with Jasmine, it was more of a familial comfort that came with getting close to someone, to share your hopes and thoughts with, someone to go home to. But that isn’t love either is it?
I don’t think it’s easy to define, or to explain what love is. And everyone has a different understanding and expectation for love. Netflix and Ben & Jerry’s is just something I’d do with Jasmine because she likes doing it, and I want her to be happy. But is that love? I don’t think so. But maybe we all have different opinions on the topic. Maybe nobody truly can explain what love is.
Am I jealous that Jasmine may have other lovers? I guess I am. If she tells me about it then I can manage my expectations and reactions. Take Kate for example. Once she told me, it wasn’t such a big of a deal. I guess I really only was affected by what happened with Darren that one time.
With Shirlyn is way different. I don’t really care who she’s seeing or fucking. And that probably is the difference. I get jealous over what Jasmine may be doing but am not bothered by what Shirlyn is doing. I don’t know why there is a discrepancy there. Perhaps I don’t really have strong feelings for Shirlyn, or in this case, is it “love” that I have for Jasmine?
Yes, there is the occasional feeling of emptiness, the physical pleasure is great but sometimes I do crave for something more to fill the void. Honestly, the feeling I get from Jasmine does that. But sometimes, I also feel that something isn’t right, but I don’t want to force her to tell me about it.
Rebecca caught me stoning at my desk when she came in.
R: Hungover?
Me: Just a migraine.
R: Due to alcohol? Bo jio.
Me: I really didn’t drink last night. Unless you count coffee and coconut shake.
R: You look terrible.
Me: I do?
She called Kate over as soon as she stepped into the office.
R: He looks terrible right?
Kate looked at me.
K: Probably didn’t sleep well. Over-exerted?
R: From what?
K: I saw him hanging out with a busty chick last night.
R: What the fuck?
Me: That’s just a friend.
R: So now you fuck your friends?
Me: Not saying anything.
R: I keep jioing you and you reject me.
Me: I was really just hanging out with a friend. We weren’t even drinking alcohol. We didn’t have sex.
R: Ya right.
K: Maybe you’re not busty enough. Haha.
R: Can’t believe he’s so shallow. Then go for Shirlyn lor! She’s got the biggest boobs among all of us!
Just as she said that, Shirlyn walked into the office.
S: I heard my name.
R: Ya. We’re just saying Mark should go after you since you have the biggest boobs here.
S: Err…
R: He’s so shallow right? Going out with girls because of their chest size.
S: I don’t know. You ask him la.
Shirlyn seemed to turn red and retreated into her office.
R: Hahaha! Don’t know why she’s so shy.
Me: Don’t disturb her la.
R: You really like big breasted girls is it?
Me: No…
R: Then why are you protecting her? Hahaha.
Me: I’m not. Aren’t we all a little too old for such juvenile teasing?
R: No? You’re not fun at all.
Me: I don’t need to this childish to have fun.
R: Prove it.
Me: I’ll go drinking with you tonight.
R: What?
Me: I’ll hang out with you tonight.
R: For real?
K: Wow. Is he trying to prove he’s ok with your chest size? Haha!
Me: Nah, size doesn’t matter. I’m free tonight and kind of bored.
R: You sure you don’t want to hang out with Shirlyn? Her breasts are bigger. And if size doesn’t matter, then Kate is a target too.
K: He’s got things that I don’t appreciate. I don’t like sausage and eggs for breakfast. Or dinner for that matter.
Me: It’s not the size la. But yeah, I’ll hang out with you. And it’s not as though we never hung out before.
R: That’s not counted.
Me: Why not? I even sent you home.
R: Never mind. Make sure you don’t play me out tonight.
Rebecca took out her phone and made a call.
R: Hello? Can I make an appointment for lunchtime?
Kate frowned at her.
K: What appointment is that? We have a lunch meeting later.
R: Oh shit. Never mind. You can attend without me, just make the decisions on my behalf. This appointment is more important.
K: What appointment?
R: Waxing.
She glanced at me and smirked.
K: Ah. Ok. I agree that’s more important.
Me: Erm.
R: We’re really going drinking right?
Me: I guess so. But I won’t drink too much. Have to drive.
R: Ok. I’ll drink then.
She smirked at me again. Kate smirked at me too.
As they went back to their desks, I received a message from Kate.
K: Remember what I told you about her. Otherwise, have fun?
Me: It’s just hanging out. I’m not going to do anything.
K: Hanging out must be your new secret code for fucking around.
Me: It’s not.
K: Lucky Jasmine is overseas.
Me: She’s back tomorrow.
K: Is that why you’re meeting others every single day?
Me: I’m not meeting them for sex.
K: With your weird relationship, you probably could and she wouldn’t mind.
Me: I kind of figured that out already.
But I somehow wondered if this really was going to be the night I fulfilled Jasmine’s wish of wiping the smirk off Rebecca’s face.