This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between any person, living or dead is pure coincidental.
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Note: Guys, the story is too long and I am not going to do a spell or grammar check. It was typed on the go and please bear with all the errors.
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At 27, I was happily married to the most beautiful girl I had known, Denise.
I had gotten to know her in our first semester in the University. She was just 19 the first time I saw her when she attended the same course as me. We had gotten together since then.
Somewhere along Denise’s ancestory tree, one of her great grand parents had Portugese blood and because of that, she had beautiful features. She had a pair of dimples that appeared everytime she smiled and would make her seemed like she was very approachable and friendly.
Denise was not tall but at 1.62m, she weighs only about 48kg. She was slim but had all the curves at the right places. Her boobs was a very sizeable C cups and she had a slim waist and a perky butt, followed by a very sexy pair of long legs.
She would easily fit into any modelling agency and make most of the models lower their heads in shame.
Given her perfect figure, you would think that she would be proud to show off her body. Unfortunately she was bounded by her character, which was the exact the opposite of her physical attributes. She had a demure and conservative character and her dressing was, well, conservative.
Denise did not dress like a nun but she did not draw unnecessary attention towards her physicalities. Her cleavage was seldom shown in her clothes and mostly she did not wear tight fitting clothing.
She was the type that would always hold the hem of her skirt when she was climbing the stairs or hold the front of her dress when she was bending down.
If she had a little more adventurous, I believed that our sex life would had been very much more interesting.
Denise had 2 siblings. A younger sister, Candice, who was 22 and her older brother, Marco, 28.
We had gotten married a year ago when Denise was 24 and moved out to a new BTO that was a few bus stops to her parents’ place.
Denise was currently working from home as an editor for an overseas magazine company and love her job because it gave her freedom and the pay was good.
As for me, I had been working in a Korean firm in town where we dealt with Trading and manufacturing of electronic components.
The company that I worked for was a sizeable company, consisting of about 150 staffs locally. Of course, our HQ was in Korea and my department was headed by a Korean VP, Kim, who was in his early 50s.
Kim was a very strict man and because of his strong traditional beliefs, he expected his staffs to respect him and adhere to his instructions.
In his team, there were about 14 of us.
The office was an open concept. Only Kim and other VPs had a room by themselves. The 14 of us sat directly outside his cubicle.
Of the 14 staffs in the sales and fulfillment team, 9 were young woman who were not more than 30 years of age. Of the 9 girls, 7 of them were Koreans, including Angel, and the other remaining 2, June (28) and Shirley (25), were both locals.
On the first day I joined, I was already surprised as all the girls were slim and pretty. Even those replacement for the staffs that left, were also of similar category. Some times I wondered if that was a specific employment criteria for Kim. However Brad and I did not fit into those category and since we were the 2 of the guys that were the latest to be employed, I concluded that it was merely a concidence.
As for the guys, there were Jack (33), Leslie (45), Brad (26), Damien (35) and myself. Leslie, Jack and I were in the fulfillment team currently. Brad and Damien were in the sales team.
Jack had recently gotten married recently but just like myself, it was a closed affair that only the close friends and relatives were invited. We only knew about it when he distributed some cakes in the office.
Leslie was married a long time ago and had a 20 year old daughter. As for Damien, he were already married for some time but had no kids.
The 3 of them were in the company for more than 4 years and they were considered seniors in the department.
Brad had just joined the company recently. He was the youngest and unmarried. Because of his good looks, I had heard rumours that some of the girls in the team had already went out with him.
Most of the time, Jack, Leslie and I would go out for lunch together. Damien and Brad would join some of the girls or they would head out by themselves.
Our job nature was complex. Basically, we were split into 2 teams. 7 of us were to hunt for customers whereas the other 7 were to hunt for suppliers to fulfill the orders of the clients. So, for example, when we had an order from a client who require a specific manufactured component, the one in the supplier role would need to hunt for multiple suppliers who were able to provide the orders.
Once we had those parts, our manufacturing arm would bring in the parts and assemble it into the item required by the client before delivering the final manufactured component to them.
As such, due to the nature of the job, the 10 of us were paired into teams of 2. So the commission for the 2 person team would then be split based on the overall Net Profit (NP) achieved for that whole order.
Every year, our roles would be swapped and we would be in the reverse role. So the chemistry and collaboration between the 2 person team was very important to achieve maximum results and commision.
Currently, I was paired with Angel, 25, who was a Korean girl. Angel was handling the sales portion and I was handling the suppliers side. Although the commission was good but the turnover of the staffs was rapid. Since I joined the company 2 years ago, she was already my 3rd team member. Fortunately she was able to continue on.
Angel was previously from HQ and had already worked there for a year. Although she liked the company but she was affected by the chauvanistic nature of how the HQ was operated. She was about to tender her resignation when she saw the internal opening and jumped at the opportunity to relocate here.
Angel was pretty and had very fair a porcelain complexion. She maintained herself very well and over the past 8 months of working together, never had I once see a pimple popping out on her face.
I was pretty sure that she had done a nose job as she had a very high nose bridge and sharp nose. I also suspected that she had done something to her boobs but I was not too sure since the clothes that she was normally dressed in did not show off too much of her cleavage.
Both of us worked closely as a team and I never had any sexual thoughts about her. It was because of this trust between us that our sales were the best amongst the 7 teams.
Apart from the trust, the company had a very strict policy of no external relationship between employees and if anyone was to be caught, the couple would be asked to leave. I liked my job and had no intention to be fired.
6th Nov (Monday)
As I arrived in the office, Angel and I were called into Kim’s office by his secretary, Helen.
We bowed as we entered his office.
Kim: Chris, as you know, Angel is working on a big project in Shenzhen. The project is complex and there seemed like a few hundred components are needed. I need you to travel with her for 2 days to assist in the quotation to ensure that we got the requirements correctly as the client is Chinese speaking.
I had previously travelled to Shanghai and Beijing last year when I was in the sales role. The clients worked differently even between these 2 big cities.
In Shanghai, the customer’s business model leaned towards European based as there were many foreign companies that had set up base there.
In Beijing, things were a little more traditional.
I wondered what will the business model in Shenzhen as it was nearer to Hong Kong and I knew that many Hong Kong companies had their business there as well.
For the previous trips, I travelled solo and this was the first time that Kim had instructed both members of the team to travel at the same time. With the resources injected, it seemed that this project was rather important to the the company.
After further discussion, we were to depart on Wednesday.
I went home and told Denise about it. She knew that I had to travel sometimes, either to meet customer or to visit supplier’s manufacturing plants.
Me: Baby….. I had to go Shenzhen on Wednesday.
Denise: ok…. not a problem. How many days?
Me: 2 days. I’ll be coming home on Thursday.
Denise: ok…. I’ll go over to my mum’s then….
Me: errmm… Angel will also be travelling as it is a client meeting….
She narrowed her eyes and looked at me.
Denise: Client’s meeting? If that is the case, Why do you need to go since it is a sales meeting?
I explained to her the reason that most probably I was needed as a translator.
Denise: hmmm… so I presume you have separate rooms?
Me: of course!
Denise: ok then…
Although she had not met Angel but I had told her about Angel previously. The main reason was to let Denise better understand my job and also the person whom I worked closely with in the office.
However, this seemed to be what was causing the issue. Perhaps I had told her too much about the physicalities of Angel and that had caused Denise not to be too pleased about this trip but since it was an official one, there was nothing she could do too much about.
Initially, during our first 6 months together, it was the honeymoon period and we would have passionate sex every single day. As the 6 years went by, the excitement had toned down year by year.
Of course there was still foreplay and oral sex but over the past 1 year, our loving making were always straight forward affairs. It had gradually turned into love making session instead of sex since we had loved each other more. Long gone were the passion that we had and I longed to have something to jump start our the passion again.
Although there was no doubt to me that Denise was still the most beautiful woman I had seen and I loved her more than anything else but men in general were visual creatures. That was why even Artistes or people in the entertainment industry who had married a woman who, we the general public, deemed as beautiful, they still got divorced after few years together. This could be where the phrase “familarity breeds contempt” came from.
That night, we had our customary love making session. Once we were done with the deed, I spooned her in bed.
Denise: baby…. are you excited about the trip?
Me: no… it’s just another business trip…
Denise: but you’ll be going with Angel.
Me: Is that supposed to be exciting?
Denise: You told me that she is very pretty…. and she is unattached…. then it’s just the 2 of you…
Me: She is pretty but not natural. Unlike you…..
Denise: I know…. but men are visual creatures…. I know you are too….
Me: you are always the most beautiful woman in my eyes…..
Denise: You know something?
I shook my head.
Denise: Did you realized that we are no longer as passionate as before.
Me: Well, that’s because I love you more now….. I love you deeply as a person, as my wife….. you are the one that I loved most…..
She hit my arm.
Denise: You and your sweet talking…..
That night, we hugged and slept in each other arms.
8 Nov
On Wednesday morning, we flew in to Shenzhen on the earliest flight.
Once we landed, we checked into the hotel and immediately headed out to the client’s office.
Luckily it was in November and the weather was cooling. As the client office was just a short distant away, we walked there.
There were about 30 people in the meeting room and we were introduced to their director, Mr Hu. As Angel had not met them previously, they were surprised that she was a Korean.
The meeting commenced and a large part of the conversation were held in Mandarin and as expected, I had to be the translator between Angel and the customer. They gave us their requirements, which I assisted to take notes.
By the time the meeting was done, it was about 6pm. The rest of the customer’s staff filtered out of the meeting room.
Mr Hu came over to us and spoke in Mandarin. I helped to make the translation.
Mr Hu: Angel, Chris, I like what you had presented and so, I had gotten my staff to making a reservation at resturant. I would like you to join us for dinner.
I explained to Angel and she looked at me for advise as she knew I had met customers in Shanghai and Beijing before. She was not sure if it was appropriate to join.
Me: don’t worry. It’s just a dinner….
She nodded and I reverted to Mr Hu.
Me: Thank you Mr Hu. We will be happy to join you.
Mr Hu: Good. You will take Lee’s car.
A guy standing beside him stepped forward and we followed Lee to his vehicle.
In the car, I explained to Angel that it was traditional for the clients to have dinner with the vendor because it was deemed as the way to seal the deal.
Some 15 mins later, we arrived at the restaurant. As we walked towards the building, I looked around and could see our hotel from here. Fortunately the location was near to the customer office as sometimes the traffic jams could be quite bad.
In the restaurant, Lee brought us to a private dining room. Shortly after, Mr Hu and another of his lieutenant, Wang, arrived.
I was already sitting on the left side of Angel and Mr Hu took the other side. As she was the lead for this meeting, the client sat beside her even though they had to communicate through me.
Dinner was quickly served and the dishes were expensive stuffs. Peking Duck, Roast Goose, Roast pig, Abalone were just some of the dishes. Expensive stuffs. Mr Hu was definitely not scrimping on that.
One of the other traditional thing that the Chinese customer will do was to drink during dinner. By drink, I meant alot, regardless whether it was in Beijing or Shanghai. I presumed that it was the same in Shenzhen as well.
I had informed Angel during our car ride and she told me that she would be fine with the drinking.
However, I did not expect the liqour to be both white wine and Baijiu, a 60% alcohol content liqour. When the waiter bought out both the bottles, I knew that we were expected to have both drinks.
I looked at Angel and since she did not bat an eyelid, I was sure that she did not know what was going to happen.
Even before we started to eat, Wang poured our glasses full of Baijiu.
Mr Hu: bottoms up….
He finished his glass of Baijiu in one glup and turned his cup over.
Angel took a sip but he held the bottom of her wine glass and tried to tip more of the alcoholic contents into her mouth. She did not opened her mouth fast enough and a little spilled down the front of her blouse.
Mr Hu frowned and shook his head.
Mr Hu: Chris, tell her to drink up… if not, I’ll take it that she is not sincere in our business.
She seen his expressions and heard the tone of his voice. Even though she did not understand what his words meant, she could easily guess that she was expected to finish her drink in one glup as well.
She looked at me and I could see that she was pleading for help. I reached out for her glass and Mr Hu put his hand on my arm.
Mr Hu: Angel is the sales right? Not you. If you are, next time we will drink….
Me: sorry Hu Zhong….. she had a bad stomach…… I’ll help her drink instead…..
He took a brief glance at her and then at me, before laughing.
Mr Hu: hahaha…. are you interested in her?
Me: no…no… she is just a colleague and I am married…. It’s just that she is a lousy drinker…
He laughed again.
Mr Hu: sincerity, Chris…. Sincerity…..
He gestured to her glass again.
Me: Sorry Angel…. he wants you to drink to show your sincerity…. it’s a tradition thing….
She rolled her eyes and since the back of her head was facing Mr Hu, he did not see it.
She emptied the glass.
Mr Hu: haha…. good….good…. let’s start dinner….
Wang poured another glass for her.
Dinner continued and by the time we finished our dinner, she was drunk.
Mr Hu got Lee to send us back to the hotel and left us at the lobby. She could not support herself and I had to put my arm over her shoulders and the other around her waist as we headed up to the room.
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SamLoMo
Fiction and not friction HAHAHA. Sorry couldn’t help myself when I was reading XD
anyways, setting up camp here
LOL. I just realized that. Like I said, I did not do any spell check and all was typed on the go
Angel was staying in the next room as me.
In the corridor, when I was holding her and trying to fumble through her bag for the access card to her room, she vomitted all over herself. You could imagine how a deadly concortion of alcohol together with all the rich and oily food would smell.
After some struggling, I found her card and opened the door to her room.
Once we got in, I sat her down onto the sofa slowly. As I let go of her shoulders, she lay down immediately and dropped her bag onto the floor. Most of her regurgitation was on herself but I had gotten some of the stuffs on my hands and pants, so I went to the toilet to wash it off.
After cleaning, I went back into the room. She was still lying on the sofa. I tapped her shoulder twice but there was no reaction.
If I left her here for the night, her clothes would stain the sofa and the house keeping would have a hard time cleaning. Furthermore, the whole room would reek in the morning and it would not be a pleasant place for her to wake up to.
Finally, I decided to help her to clean up so that she could have a better night of sleep in her bed. If not, I was sure that she would have a terrible hang over in the morning.
Fortunately her blazer was not stained as I was holding it earlier at the door. So the stains were on her white blouse and skirt.
To clean her up, I would have to remove her clothes.
I sat down on the sofa and helped her into a seated position. I could not let go of her shoulders as once I did so, she would slump back onto the sofa.
I reached out and undid her first button while slowly moving downwards. Once her blouse was fully unbuttoned, the full cup of her pink bra came into view. I removed the stained blouse from her and dropped it on the floor.
Some of the liquid and contents had went through her blouse and I could see some debris on her bosom and bra as well. I considered for a moment before reaching out behind her back and unclasped her bra.
Her bra fall off easily away from her body and her milky breasts came into view. I was surprised that her aerolas and nipples were a very dark shade of brown but at this moment she still smell high to heaven and I was not really interested in her body.
Next, I proceeded to remove her A-line skirt. It was a little more difficult as the zipper was behind her and she was sitting on it. I had to lay her back down on the sofa before I managed to remove it.
Together with the stained skirt, I collected her blouse and bra that was left on the floor earlier, and headed once more to the toilet, leaving her lying on the sofa in just her pink thongs.
I tried my best to wash the stains away from each of her garments that I had removed before hanging them up on the clothesline.
Once I completed the chores, I went back to the living area with 2 wet towels. She was still lying unresponsive on the sofa as I cleaned all the areas on her skin that she had stained.
Satisfied that the towel had done its job, I lifted her up into my arms and carried her. I was surprised to find that she was very light.
Gently, I lay her down on the bed and sat down beside her sleeping form. Some strands of her hair was covering her face and I brushed them away before I put the other wet towel on her forehead.
I was about to turn away and reached for the blanket when she suddenly move. I thought she had come around and I stopped myself.
All thanks to the Baijiu, she did not wake and was still in a deep stupour state. Once she stopped moving, it was then that I noticed the silhouette of her nipples against the backdrop of the lights coming in from the windows.
Both her nipples had became erected. I was not sure whether it was the alcohol or if the temperature of the room was too cold. Regardless of which it was, those pointed tips were too tempting for me to resist now that I had cleaned her up.
Without thinking of the consequences, my fingers automatically reached out and touched the tip of the nipple nearest to me. When she did not react, I got bolder.
I lightly pinched her nipples and then cupped her breasts. Gently, I squeezed them and still she did not have any reaction.
I confirmed that they were as large as my wife’s breasts but they feel very different. Denise’s was bouncy and soft to the touch. Angel’s was very firm and kind of confirmed my suspicion that they were enhanced.
With her still sleeping soundly, I took my chance and brought my mouth down on her breasts.
As I leaned forward and suckled her breasts, I found out that the feeling was different from Denise’s again. As her skin there was stretched beyond their natural state, her mounts felt a little rubbery to my tongue.
I twirled my tongue around her nipples and started to lick them, gently getting the feel of the tiny goosebumps that had risen around her aerolas.
Once I was bored with her boobs, I became interested in what was hidden within her tiny thongs. I took one more glance at her face and just to confirm that her eyes were still shut as I reached down and gently lifted the waist band of the lacy garment.
I peered into the cavern that I had created and even in the dim lights, I was surprised to see just a tiny rectangle strip of hair on her pubic region. She had trimmed herself almost to perfection and I let my finger tips slid along the tiny air strip for a brief moment.
This was too good an opportunity and without thinking, I had to see what was hidden below.
Letting the garment gently fall back into place, I went between her legs.
As my heart pounded wildly, this was a chance that I wanted to take. If I missed this, I would never have another opportunity to see how she looked like there again. However if she woke up, I would be in trouble.
But just as what always happened, guys allow their small head to think rather than their big head and this was definitely the case.
Once in position, I stablized my hand as I slowly pulled aside the fabric between her legs that was covering her nether region.
Again unlike Denise, the lips of her pussy were well hidden between her labia. Visually, her entire lips could not be seen.
Excited that I found her to be totally different, my fingers touched her labia as I opened her up gently and finally the tiny petals that protected her vagina came into view
The silence was suddenly broken by my phone as it rang loudly.
My heart beated even faster than it had earlier.
Panicking, I dropped her garment back in place and got up from the bed immediately. I quickly pulled my phone out from my pocket with the intention of switching it off as I was afraid that the ringing would wake her.
Even though I was exploring her body but I was sure she had not known anything about it. With her in such an undressed state, it would be very embarrassing for her to wake now and find me still loitering in her room.
With the phone in my hand, I turned and looked at Angel’s face and was relieved that her eyes remained closed. However, in the process, I had subconciously slid the answer button on my phone.
Denise: hi…baby….
I was shocked to hear her voice and turned to look into the phone immediately. It was a video call.
I quickly turned to the phone and composed myself.
Me: hi baby….
Denise: how was your day? I was expecting your call…
Me: sorry…. we had dinner with the client and I just came back to the hotel….
Keeping the phone camera facing 45 degrees upwards, I started to walk towards the door as I did not want her to see the topless sleeping body of Angel.
Denise: where are you?
She could see my surroundings and I decided that there was no way to lie to her.
Me: I am in Angel’s room. She is drunk and I brought her back to her room. I am going back to my room now.
I had to walk past the toilet before I reached the exit. Only when I was in the corridor that I got out my own access card from my wallet and went back into my room.
Once I closed the door to my room and switched on the lights, she spoke again.
Denise: how drunk was she?
Me: not too drunk. Just that she could not walk straight.
Denise: I saw her clothes hanging out in her bathroom.
Me: Oh… she puked and went to change…
Denise: so why were you STILL in her room?
Me: I wanted to make sure that she was fine before I leave.
She did not speak and a frown showed on her forehead.
Denise: ok…. have a good rest then…..
She hung up before I could reply. I tried to call her back but she had already switched off her phone.
She had obviously suspected something and was angry. I put myself in her shoes and tried to visualize what she had seen. I knew that she did not buy my story.
Even though, technically I had not done much to Angel but I immediately regretted my actions which had caused me to overstay in Angel’s room.
Until the earlier incident with Angel, I had never done any unfaithful stuff to Denise.
Worried about her interpretation of the scenario, I quickly made arrangement with the airline to change to an earlier flight tomorrow.
9 Nov
The next morning, I got up early and packed my luggage before heading over to Angel’s room.
I felt that I would need to explain to her before I leave as I did not want her to start thinking of various unwelcome scenarios since she would have woken up and found herself half naked.
If I had just leave without informing her first, she could have think that I had raped her that could get me into serious trouble.
After 3 knocks, she opened the door. She had already woken up and was wrapped in a bathrobe. A fresh layer of make up had been applied and her hair was wet.
Angel: oh…. good morning….
Me: good morning…. glad that you are awake. How’s your head.
Angel: Not too bad….
Her eyes rested on my luggage that I was holding in my hand.
Angel: Are you trying to escape?
Me: no…no… definitely not…. If not, I would not be here….. can we talk?
She opened the door and let me in.
Me: it’s about last night. You were drunk and vomited all over yourself….
When she saw that I had a worried look on my face, she giggled.
Angel: hehe…. I know…. I was joking when I said that you were trying to escape.
She went to get a comb and started to run through her hair. While she was doing it, the bathrobe opened up a little and I could see her cleavage.
Angel: I saw the clothes in the toilet and thank you for rinsing the clothes. If not, they would be extremely smelly to leave them in the room. And if you did not hang them out to dry, they would be too wet for me to even put them into my luggage.
Me: errm…. I hoped you are not offended?
Angel: about what?
She narrowed her eyes and leaned forward to peer into mine. Her actions caused her bathrobe to open even further and she did not bother to cover herself up.
Me: errmm….
Angel: about stripping me?
Me: ermmm…. yes….
Angel: well, did you touch me?
Me: errmm…. no…. ermm…yes….
Angel: hmm…so is it a yes or a no?
She frowned and I was genuinely worried that she would call the police.
Me: yes…. I had to…. and I had to….errmm….. clean you up as well…. I mean with a towel…. your vomit got through…..
Angel: So you touched my nipples?
She was very direct and was still staring at me intensely.
Me: errm…. errrm….. there were some stains on them… I had to…..
Suddenly she burst out laughing and cut my sentence short.
Angel: haha…. don’t worry…. I understand….. any way, thanks….. but where are you going with your luggage?
I was relieved that she did not pursue the matter any further. I told her about what Denise had suspected.
Angel: ah…. that’s shitty…. I think you better head off…. let me know if you need me to explain to her….
Me: no…no….
I told her what I had explained to Denise.
Me: it’s because I did not want her to misunderstand but I think she already did…
She started to push me out of the door.
Angel: go….go…. I’ll be fine…I can go to the airport on my own later…..
Me: thanks….
With that, I left the hotel and headed to the airport.