My boring story...

I self-entertained by watching Netflix while waiting for Mark to arrive. It felt kind of weird lounging around the house wearing a bra, but I probably would head out to meet him at the coffeeshop anyway, and I was sure I wouldn’t want to go there braless.

It was nearly 830pm when he text to say he was reaching so I told him to meet me directly at the coffeeshop. I grabbed my wallet and phone and headed down, braving the Friday evening late dinner crowd. I managed to get a seat in front of the western stall and waited for him to arrive.

He arrived within 5 minutes and sat down opposite me. He had gone home to change and was dressed simply in a singlet and berms.

I got a chicken chop for myself while he got fish & chips. We ate in silence. I couldn’t finish my fries so he helped himself. I guess he needed the carbs to line his stomach to prepare for the alcohol later. If he was going to drink, I guess he might stay over.

We headed back up after dinner.

Me: What would you like to drink?

M: What do you have?

I opened the fridge, and he peered in from behind me.

Me: Beer, wine, more beer.

M: Any soju?

Me: Funny you should ask. I do have a couple of bottles.

M: Flavoured ones?

Me: Yup. Tried the plain ones in Korea and nearly died.

M: Us too. Seemed like everywhere we went, they only had plain soju.

Me: Well, I’ve only got grape and strawberry.

M: Those are fine.

Me: I don’t have soju glasses.

M: I can drink straight from the bottle.

Me: Oh. What about me?

M: You can drink straight from the bottle too?

Me: It’s not beer you know. But I’ve got beer mugs.

M: The bottle of soju isn’t enough to fill the mug I think.

Me: Aren’t you supposed to take shots of soju?

M: I’ll take sips.

Me: Fine.

I took two bottles out first and stepped back, not realizing how close to me he actually was, and smashed my butt onto his crotch.

M: Woah. Be careful.

Me: What? It’s not as if you were hard and I was naked.

M: Funny.

Me: Besides, I already had my asshole stretched. Twice. Yours shouldn’t be a problem.

M: Very funny.

We headed to the living room and settled on the couch.

M: Can your light change colour?

Me: Huh?

M: It’s a little too glaring. I’m having a slight headache.

Me: Oh. Erm. Hang on.

I went to the switch and turned off the light, turning on the corridor light instead.

Me: Better?

M: Yeah.

Me: Headache and you still want to drink?

M: Why not? Fight poison with poison. Haha.

Me: Sure. Lots of poison in the fridge. Please help yourself.

M: Later.

We unscrewed the bottle caps and clinked the bottles together.

Both: Cheers!

He took a super long swig of the soju. I tried doing the same but it didn’t seem to want to go down correctly and I choked, soju coming out of my nose, burning all the way, and spewing it all over the floor and coffee table.

Me: Shit.

M: Haha! Are you ok?

Me: Yeah.

I hurriedly grabbed some tissues to wipe the mess.

Me: Urgh. I need to change now.

M: Go ahead. You got a rag or something? I’ll help you clean up.

Me: Kitchen at the sink.

I turned and headed into the kitchen, removing my t-shirt so that I could throw it into the washing machine.

M: Seriously?

Me: Not as though you haven’t seen me naked.

M: True.

I removed my shorts as well and stood there in just my bra.

Me: You’re probably used to seeing naked girls all the time.

M: True as well.

Me: At least I know you aren’t going to rape me or what.

M: Yeah. I’m not that other guy you met.

Me: Oh god. Don’t remind me about him. You know he messaged me again? Said he was sorry and wanted to meet to apologize.

M: I hope you didn’t agree.

Me: Of course not! I’m not going to meet anyone else from the forum anymore. No matter how nice they seem.

M: Not everybody is a colourful wolf.

Me: I know.

M: But they way you’re acting now…

Me: What? You’re going to transform into a colourful wolf?

M: Nah. You don’t really have an effect on me anyway.

Me: Fuck you. I’m still pretty hot.

M: Yup. Not denying it. But not to me.

Me: Ass. I’m going to shower. Help yourself to the drinks.

He took another long swig of the soju and finished the entire bottle.

M: Yeah. After I help you clean up.

I swear I wasn’t trying to tease him on purpose. But it had gotten to the stage that I was really comfortable around him. Somehow I felt safe when he was around. Like I could be completely naked and he would just ignore me. In some ways, to a late 30s woman, it was also actually pretty demoralizing so I stormed off to the bathroom.

I guess his mental state wasn’t good still. He was likely still hurting from whatever Jasmine and the rest did. And I certainly wasn’t helping. I took a cold shower just in case but I ended up with my nipples erect instead, and feeling rather hot from the little bit of soju that I’d drank.

I put on an oversized t-shirt and headed back out. Mark had already finished another half bottle of soju, and was eyeing my ¾ bottle.

Me: Hey… slow down yeah?

M: I’m good. Don’t worry.

I sat down next to him and lay my head on his shoulder while hugging his arm.

Me: How are you coping?

M: Like that lor.

Me: Not very descriptive.

M: It kind of hurts. But we had a chat during lunch.

Me: Oh? About what?

M: About our relationship?

Me: And?

M: She thinks we should both pursue other interests for the time being.

Me: And her other interests are?

M: Not me obviously.

Me: But why?

M: She suddenly feels like we started wrongly. We shouldn’t have been together in the first place, shouldn’t have done all the things we did.

Me: That’s hilarious.

M: She says she still has feelings for me, but she’s unsure what they actually mean to her.

Me: Uh huh.

M: So she wants to take the time to evaluate.

Me: That sounds like a load of crap.

M: I know right. She told me she slept with Tom a couple of times. Darren too, even Jason.

Me: And how is that supposed to help in her evaluation?

M: Strangely, she said with me it felt the strongest emotionally. But physically, Tom was the clear winner.

Me: Ouch. So what does she want? Sleep around some more?

M: She didn’t say. But I told her I’ll be happy for her whatever she chooses.

Me: You’re nuts. If you really want her shouldn’t you fight to be with her?

M: I’m tired of fighting.

Me: What about you then? What do you want?

M: I want to rest. I keep thinking back about everything that happened over the past decade or so and I really wonder if I would have done anything differently.

Me: You mean starting from Ann?

M: Isabelle actually.

Me: That was pretty long ago right?

M: Yeah. If I wasn’t single and horny, I might never have met Ann.

Me: So what would you do differently?

M: Probably nothing. Haha. Back then I was really into the army regular lifestyle.

Me: And everything changed after your overseas posting.

M: Yeah. Then Ann came back, and you know how the story goes.

Me: You wouldn’t have met everyone else. Including me.

M: That’s true.

Me: Tell me honestly. Are you absolutely sure you love Jasmine?

M: I think so.

Me: Why do you think so? Based on what you wrote, she isn’t exactly the one who’s been the nicest to you. She’s also not the prettiest either in my opinion. Is it because you spent the most amount of time with her?

M: I’d like to think I’m not that shallow. But I did spend a lot of time with her.

Me: Who’s the prettiest?

M: I don’t want to answer that.

Me: We’re having a heart to heart talk now. You can tell me anything you want.

M: You’re going to write about it.

Me: Most likely.

M: Oh what the hell. Shirlyn’s the prettiest.

Me: That’s interesting.

M: Why?

Me: She looks innocent and studious. I guess that’s the type of girl you like.

M: Not really either.

Me: Who’s the best in bed? Hahaha.

M: I’m so gonna get slaughtered if I answered that. How do you define best?

Me: I don’t know. Horniest? Tightest? Most adventurous? Most willing to please?

M: Horniest… would probably be Shirlyn. The first time she had her way with me, I felt she was more horny than Jasmine the first time we had sex. Even though she said didn’t have sex for five years.

Me: Do you actually believe that?

M: I do. She felt a little unsure, maybe confused, reluctant even. But once we started…

Me: Why in the world would you sleep with a married woman after what happened with Ann?

M: Why would you as a married woman sleep with Dan, or Ben, or Tom?

Me: Oi. This is about you. Not me. And I wasn’t married yet technically.

M: Jasmine had an absent husband. Mike was around. You fucked Ben out of jealousy. Dan because you’ve always been comfortable around him and he was convenient?

Me: You’re right. I couldn’t stand seeing Mike talking to other girls. I still don’t know why.

M: And now you let him go to a sex party.

Me: Well, he’s already fucked Shirlyn and Jasmine. You know how he is after he fucks someone else.

M: Maybe what we did was wrong.

Me: Do you really think so?

M: I don’t know.

Me: It’s a matter of opinion isn’t it?

M: It is.

Me: I’m having the best sex of my life after all this happened. If it’s wrong, then why am I enjoying myself so much?

M: I guess our mindset changes. I thought I could and would accept this. Now I guess I don’t.

Me: Do you still want to be with Jasmine?

M: Yes.

Me: Do you think she wants to be with you?

M: I don’t know. I think so. Maybe?

Me: And yet you’re doing nothing to find out?

M: I’m just letting her live her life.

Me: And what about you?

M: I’m just moving along.

Me: Why not move on?

M: Move on to what? Or who?

Me: Who knows. When Isabelle left, you found Ann, then Jasmine, then Shirlyn, then all the others in between. I’m sure you can find someone.

M: What if I don’t want to?

Me: Then just be single? Nothing wrong with that.

M: It gets lonely sometimes. I feel… unwanted. Unappreciated.

Me: You mean emotionally right? Cos sexually, there’s like a line queuing up.

M: Of course I mean emotionally. I find it hard to have sex without feelings these days.

Me: Oh? Really?

M: I actually kind of felt like Jasmine was going through the motions just before we took a break.

Me: Hmmmm. What about the others?

M: Alicia… we would still cuddle after sex. And talk.

Me: So you’re saying before you took a break you only slept with those two?

M: Nat’s not counted. She just uses me. There’s nothing emotional there.

Me: Shirlyn? Crystal? Rebecca?

M: Shirlyn’s pretty busy these days. Initially I think there were some feelings, then it just felt like she was also using me. Crystal and Rebecca don’t count.

Me: Did you ever feel Jasmine or Alicia were using you?

M: Not really.

Me: You’re in denial.

M: But I think I did enjoy sex with them a lot more because of the feelings.

Me: If feelings were so important to you, why did you even bother with any of the rest of them then?

M: I thought it would make them happy.

Me: At your own expense.

M: It made Jasmine happy.

Me: Even if it really did, it’s still at your own expense. I think you’ve been suffering for a while, and you never really spoke to anyone about it.

M: I just want to be with someone who wants to be with me. Sex or no sex.

Me: Oh? That’s new. I mean your life has always been full of sexual encounters. But one of the reasons why I kept reading was also because of the non-sexual parts about your interactions and emotions. But the gist of it was always about the sex. Maybe that’s why I enjoyed EoS’s super long story too. You sure you can live without sex? Hahaha.

M: I’m getting old I guess.

Me: Don’t remind me. When I see the younger girls, I feel a little inadequate.

M: You’re still pretty hot. For an older lady.

Me: Awwww… you’re so sweet yet irritating at the same time. But seriously… are you having some problems? You know, medically?

M: No? I think?

Me: Couldn’t have sworn I read that someone wrote your cock is going to fall off from overuse.

M: It’s still there. Recovering from the overuse maybe.

Me: Can’t get hard any more then? Is that why you’re taking a break? Hahahah.

M: Actually, I did notice my erections weren’t very good lately.

Me: Oh shit. I was only teasing. For real?

M: Yeah… don’t really get as hard as before, don’t really stay hard as long as before.

Me: Oh no. I didn’t mean to tease you. Was just trying to lighten the mood.

M: Haha. It’s fine la. I’ve already had so much sex the past few years. Maybe my body is telling me to stop.

Me: This is probably like me not being able to get wet. Hope that never happens.

M: There’s always lube.

Me: And there’s always Viagra.

M: Ya! So irritating. My Facebook been showing me ads for Noah.

Me: Who’s Noah?

M: Some discreet online clinic for men’s health I think. Didn’t really click the link.

Me: You know Facebook ads are targeted right?

M: Meaning?

Me: Like say if you searched for something on Google, it would show up as ads in Facebook.

M: Ah.

Me: So you are concerned about your erections. Hahahahaha.

M: A little I guess.

Me: You don’t masturbate? It’s like exercise right? Keep doing it and your dick will get stronger. Haha.

M: I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work that way.

Me: Don’t know. No dick. Haha.

I snuggled up closer to him, squeezing onto the side of the sofa.

Me: So what are you going to do about it?

M; My erections?

Me: Actually, I was talking about Jasmine. But sure, I’m curious to find out if online medications work. Hahahaha.

M: Is Mike having problems?

Me: Nope. I meant for you. Like I thought you go to a clinic for your tests. Why can’t you just go to a physical clinic to check it out?

M: Ah. Cos the pretty nurse there might judge me.

Me: Based on your frequency of STD testing, she’s probably judging you already..

M: Haha. Ok fine. I thought maybe I’ll just get one pill to see if it works.

Me: And without a partner, you’re going to take Viagra then use your hand?

M: I guess so?

Me: Crazy. You could have asked me.

M: To have sex?

Me: I don’t mind. Seriously. Who knows, maybe the pill might make you so hard it feels bigger than it is. Haha.

M: Don’t think it would.

Me: Who knows.

Suddenly Mark sat up and got off the sofa, shrugging me off in the process.

Me: Woah. What’s up?

M: Sorry, pins and needles.

Me: Oh. Thought you didn’t like me holding you or something.

M: Nah. It’s fine. But my arm is cramping somehow.

Me: Stretch?

He did.

M: Yeah. That works.

He went to get another bottle of soju, opened it and chugged down half again.

Me: You really need to slow down. Maybe that’s why your cock isn’t working. Too much alcohol.

M: I’m fine la.

He put the bottle down.

M: Can I lie down for awhile?

Me: Sure? This also you need to ask permission?

M: Not my house or my sofa.

Me: You want to lie on a bed instead? Hahaha.

M: Nonono. Sofa is fine.

I got off the sofa and let him lie across it, then realised I had nowhere to sit, so I tried to squeeze in next to him again but there wasn’t enough space and I fell off the sofa. He started laughing.

M: Are you ok?

I rubbed my butt.

Me: Sore butt.

M: I can sit up you know.

Me: No. Just lie down.

I climbed on top of him and lay down, my head on his chest.

Me: I’m going to lie on you instead.

I thought he would ask me to get off but he didn’t. He was totally not bothered that I was only wearing a t-shirt and my boobs were pressing against him. Even though my t-shirt had hiked up my body, and my bald pussy was exposed and brushing against his crotch, he didn’t seem to mind at all.

And he wasn’t having any reactions to it while on the other hand, I was being stimulated slightly by the zipper of his berms.

Me: You ok if I lie on you right?

M: Yeah. You’re not that heavy. I think.

Me: What do you mean you think???

M: Too heavy and I can’t breathe properly.

Me: Idiot!

But I rested my entire weight on him anyway.

Me: Haiz. I know I gained some weight over the holidays.

M: Maybe that’s why your butt is fleshier. Hahaha.

Me: How would even know if my butt is fleshier or not? You don’t even touch me.

M: Your legs and butt look more chunky? Meaty?

Me: Wah lau. You’re really an idiot. Do you tell Jasmine that she’s getting fat?

M: Nope.

Me: Then why tell me???

M: Why not?

Me: Then did my boobs get bigger or not?

M: Probably? I can’t tell. They weren’t exactly small to begin with, you know?

Me: I know they’re getting bigger cos my period is coming. I can feel it. But my legs and butt… really meh?

M: I think so? The last time I saw you naked was quite some time ago.

Me: Your memory isn’t so good.

Suddenly, he did something super out of character. He squeezed my butt. And I moaned into his shoulder. Probably due to shock. He barely flinched.

M: Yup. It’s fleshier.

Me: You… touched me…

His hands suddenly flew off my butt.

M: Oh. Sorry. Reflex action.

Me: I mean… why did you squeeze my butt?

M: Huh?

Me: You never touched me deliberately before. You always shied away from contact unless I initiated it. Like hugs.

M: Erm. Just checking if it was fleshier.

Me: You got nothing to compare with. ADMIT IT! YOU WANT TO TOUCH ME!

I took his hands and placed them on my bare butt again. He just left them there and didn’t squeeze anymore.

M: Erm.

Me: Ok. You’re drunk already. Haha.

I got off him and he sat up.

M: Sorry. I didn’t mean to.

Me: Nono. It’s ok. Was weird cos I’m surprised by you wanting to touch me but it felt nice. Haha.

M: I don’t know why I did it.

Me: Maybe cos you’re horny? No sex for so long. Half-naked girl lying on you. If you aren’t horny something is wrong.

M: I-

Me: I think I drank too much too. But can’t be. I barely touched my soju.

I turned to him and held his face.

Me: It’s ok to have such feelings. You’re a normal guy. Right?

M: Hang on… what are you trying to do?

Me: Comforting you?

M: Why?

Me: Cos you’re hurting?

M: I am.

Me: Do you want a hug? Or more?

M: A hug will do. Are you horny or something?

Me: Strangely, I am.

M: Woah. Then I better leave. Don’t want you to regret whatever we may do.

Me: Hahahahaha. You’re too cute. Why would I regret?

M: Cos this is not what you want?

Me: Well, I’d want a bigger cock obviously. Hahahaha.

M: Thanks ah. But I haven’t ordered the pill yet. It’s just gonna be small and soft.

Me: Want me to help with that? Haha. I’m pretty sure I can get it up. Tried, tested and proven.

M: Nah, don’t. Let’s just continue drinking.

He took my bottle and downed the remaining soju. I tried grabbing it from him but I missed.

Me: Ok. You’re really drinking too much.

M: I’m really fine. Can’t say the same about you though.

Me: Why?

M: You’re acting really weird. What’s wrong?

Me: Ok fine. I’m regretting letting Mike go for that party. I’m trying to distract myself from thinking about it. But at the same time, I’m super excited for what might happen when he comes back.

M: And you’re trying to distract yourself by tempting me to have sex with you?

Me: We’re just flirting badly at the moment.

M: I agree. And I don’t want to have meaningless sex anymore.

Me: Oh. I see. That’s good. I think.

M: Don’t you find it meaningless?

Me: Sex with you?

M: Sex without feelings.

Me: You know, if I can be honest, other than when I was an escort, I didn’t really have sex with anyone unless there’s feelings. Then again, I did enjoy sex with some of clients.

M: Oh?

Me: Yeah.

M: Hang on…

Me: What?

M: Are you saying…

Me: Yes you dumbass. I’d willingly have sex with you and it wouldn’t feel meaningless to me.

I carefully avoided saying I’d have sex with him as I had feelings.

Now I know what everyone’s thinking. June’s a slut, June’s a tease etc. etc. But do let me clarify something. Feelings to me are not restricted to romantic feelings like love. I feel comfortable around Mark. I feel safe and protected. I feel that he cares about me. Is that enough to want to sleep with him? For a normal girl, I’d say that’s definitely not enough. But I’m not exactly normal if you haven’t realised by now. That’s not to say I’d just go out and sleep with everyone and anyone. I need that connection to have that feeling. Otherwise I’d might as well just be an escort again.

M: Ah. But it would be meaningless to me.

Me: We have different views and expectations on this I guess.

M: And I’ve no obligation to make you happy.

Me: I know.

M: I’ve been doing that for too long. Making others happy. Doing things I thought would make them happy.

Me: You really should just make yourself happy.

M: That’s the sad part.

Me: What is?

M: I don’t know how.

Me: Huh?

M: I don’t know how to be happy anymore.

Me: Did being with Jasmine make you happy?

M: It did.

Me: Shirlyn?

M: I’m not so sure.

Me: Alicia?

M: That’s complicated.

Me: Nat?

M: That’s not even the same. All I did was fuck her because she liked the size of my dick.

Me: But I recall that you had some really deep conversations with her.

M: I guess I did.

Me: Crystal?

M: Erm. I guess I was just fulfilling a need for her?

Me: I’m going to make a wild assumption here.

M: What?

Me: You slept with Crystal as a revenge thing on Isabelle.

M: How in the world did you even come to that conclusion?

Me: Isabelle hurt you. Crystal’s her cousin. The way you described it, they seem close. You fucked Crystal to show Isabelle what she’s been missing. Right?

M: Erm.

Me: But that would only work if Crystal told Isabelle or she somehow found out. Hmmm…

M: Yeah.

Me: Ok. Never mind. Bad guess. Haha.

M: I genuinely amused by how your mind works. It’s hilarious.

Me: So would you fuck me to take revenge on Mike because he fucked Jasmine?

M: Huh???

Me: Just wondering.

M: How in the world do you even think that I have the capability to fuck you that well?

Me: Just a hunch. So many ladies want your cock. Even though it’s average.

M: Yeah. You openly admit you like bigger cocks. I can’t compare.

Me: I do. Definitely.

M: So what makes you think I’d even bother to try to pleasure you? No matter how horny I may be?

Me: My ex-boss wasn’t big as big as Mike or Tom. Neither was Dan.

M: And so?

Me: Like you said it’s the feeling. There’s something about you that makes me feel at ease. I don’t know what.

M: Just think of me as your brother. You wouldn’t fuck your brother right?

Me: Urgh. You just put a very bad image in my head. I need to go for confession now.

M: Haha. You probably needed to go for confession a long time ago.

Me: I think so too.

I got up and went to the fridge to get another soju for him. The last bottle thankfully. He seemed to be binge drinking and I’m sure at our ages that wasn’t very healthy.

We clinked bottles again and as usual he chugged half the bottle down. His throat must have been made of metal or something. There was no alcohol that could go down so easily, except maybe beer.

We chatted for a while longer and he finished his bottle whereas mine still had a little bit left.

He leaned back and closed his eyes and I lay on his lap, my hand stroking his thigh, on purpose this time, to see if I could elicit any reaction from him. But there was none. My other hand snaked down and brushed against my labia, I spread the lips and slid a finger in. I was slightly wet. I moaned softly.

M: Holy shit. Are you masturbating?

Me: Uh… yeah?

M: Could you not?

Me: Ok…

I stopped, and wiped my fingers.

M: I’m going to nap.

Me: May I blow you?

M: You may not.

Me: Urgh.

I continued lying on his lap as I squeezed my thighs together, trying to get rid of whatever horniness I was feeling but it wasn’t helping. Soon I heard him snoring.

Eventually I fell asleep too.

I was awakened by the gate and door opening and Mike and Tom laughing at some inside joke. They caught sight of Mark dead on the sofa and immediately went silent. I sat up and stretched.

Mike whispered to me.

Mike: Is he ok?

Me: Dead drunk I think.

I pointed at the empty bottles.

Tom: Four only?

Me: There’s 2 more in the kitchen sink. I barely had 1.

Mike: Oh.

Me: And I’m fucking horny.

Mike: You didn’t?

Me: He’s not interested.

Mike: Weirdo.

Me: Both of you come here.

Tom: Huh?

But they came over anyway. I hurriedly unbuckled both of them and pulled their berms and boxers down, grabbing their dicks in each hand.

Me: These better be clean.

Tom: Yeah. We showered after we-

Me: Don’t distract me.

I swallowed Mike first while stroking Tom to a full erection. I recalled what a bro said about blowjobs being a risk of transmission but I’d done this with them numerous times before during our other threesomes.

Mike’s cock popped out, twitching.

Me: Get the condoms and the lube.

He nodded and went to the room as I proceeded to lick Tom from his balls up the shaft.

Tom: Mark’s right there…

Me: Shut up.

Tom: You’re hoping he wakes up and joins us?

Me: He’s dead to the world.

Tom: You sure you don’t want to go to the room?

Me: We can go to the room later.

Mike returned with the condoms and lube. I stopped stimulating Tom so that he would get semi-hard and ready for anal penetration.

I pushed Mike onto the sofa and capped him, before climbing on. I looked at Tom and he nodded, capping himself and lubing my asshole.

It was finally going to happen.

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Originally Posted by

junior_cannibal

I was once told by a Korean friend, in their country, a minimum soju tolerance of 3 is expected. 5 is normal, anything more is considered respectable. Also, they don’t drink flavoured ones, just like most smokers don’t fancy menthol or any other flavoured ciggies.

Also, no drinker who is high or drunk will admit it. So is Mark. While a drunken man can be more daring, he not necessarily is more horny. Some just want crash and sleep. So, June, next time when you are with him and you are horny, best is to convince him to have sex. If you met him earlier, you would probably succeed, the newer Mark is more conscious now about meaningless sex and is avoiding now. Too bad for you.

Yeah. I probably could have had my way with him before this. Looks like all I’m getting from him from now on is lots of hugs and reminders that I’m getting old and fat.

Luckily for me, Tom used his thumb first to prepare my rear entrance instead of plunging in after lubing me up. Unfortunately for me, I also found out that I absolutely hated the feeling of a rubber going in and out of my asshole.

Despite the lube, the friction felt more enhanced. But oh well, my first DP experience.

I didn’t know how to ride Mike while Tom was slowly thrusting in my ass. Mike looked confused as well. I couldn’t see Tom’s face, but I was pretty sure he was trying hard not to laugh.

Mike: We probably should have practiced something like this just now.

Me: You didn’t?

Mike: Nope. I took Jasmine and Crystal with Jason. Man that guy’s hairy.

Tom: I had Alicia and Felicia with Darren. I felt a little demoralized. Until he came in like 2 minutes.

Me: I hope you two are not thinking of the other girls you fucked while you’re inside me.

Mark suddenly woke up.

Mark: What the fuck???

Me: Oh you’re awake.

Mark: It’s a little hard to sleep when the three of you are discussing the sex party.

Mike: It honestly wasn’t really a sex party. Or not what I was expecting anyway.

Me: Please don’t go into the details. I don’t want to know.

Mark: I do.

Tom: Really bro?

Mark: What have I been missing?

Mike: Do you really want to know?

Mark: Yeah.

Me: You fuckers.

I pushed Tom away and he popped out before I got off Mike.

Me: Have your discussion. I’ll be in the room. Come find me when you’re ready.

Tom: Don’t you want to know what happened?

Me: No. But I expect the two of you to fuck me silly once you’re done.

Mike: There are 3 of us here.

Mark: Count me out please.

Tom: You’re already here bro. Just join us.

Me: Good luck trying to convince him. Sex with me is meaningless to him.

Mark: I didn’t say that. I just don’t want to have meaningless sex anymore.

Mike: I get what he means. Within the group, we’re having sex with each other purely for pleasure. Feels good for that period of time, but there’s nothing more to it. Which is actually a good thing.

Mark: Not so good if you’ve feelings for one of them.

Mike: Ah. But you know, I think Jasmine is not really enjoying it either.

Mark: What makes you say so?

Mike: Well… she’s like half-hearted? More like Crystal wants to do it so she just joins in. She was pretty much like a dead fish when Jason was fucking her.

Mark: And with you?

Mike: Well…

Mark: You can just say it.

Mike: She definitely didn’t enjoy it as much as the first time. She definitely doesn’t enjoy it as much as I feel Shirlyn did…

Mark: That’s interesting…

Me: I think that’s a good sign. She may be getting tired of all this.

Mike: Maybe? But she doesn’t have to do it if she doesn’t want to right? Crystal on the other hand. Goodness. Makes me want to look for older women now.

Me: What the fuck? She’s only a year older.

Mike: She’s crazy though. Rode me till I thought my dick would break.

Tom: Yeah bro! When I was with both of them, it was more like some aerobics session at the gym.

Me: Argh!!!

Mark: How was Jasmine with you then?

Tom: I think she was normal. I didn’t really pay much attention. I mean she moans when I fuck her. But based on what Mike experienced, I think yeah, Crystal definitely enjoys it more.

Me: You had Jasmine alone too right?

Tom: Yeah. But it wasn’t exactly mind-blowing. More like she was fucking as a distraction from something.

Me: This is very good. For Mark I mean.

Mark: Is it?

Me: She seems to not be totally invested in the swinging lifestyle. Maybe she’s just bothered by something else. Like owing Alicia money? Something is causing her to act this way I think.

Tom: Don’t think it’s money. She seems ok with Alicia based on their interactions.

Mike: Maybe she just misses Mark but don’t wanna admit it.

Me: Maybe… You really need to have a proper chat with her.

Tom: How come nobody is asking me how was Alicia and Felicia?

Me: Shut up Tom.

Mark seemed to cheer up a little with the new information.

Mark: I’ll talk to her when I see her.

Me: Good… now go back to sleep so I can have sex.

Mark: Right. Please go into the room then. I’ll sleep here.

Mike: You’re certain you don’t want to join us?

Mark: 100%.

Me: How do I handle 3 cocks?

Tom: One in each hole?

Me: Thanks for being crude. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to take both at the same time. And the condom feels weird…

Mark: It’s not that difficult. It’s easier if the guy is lying down.

Me: Oh ya. You’ve experience in this.

Mike: Maybe we try it again but Mark tells us how to do it?

Mark: Like a porn director? Haha.

Tom: Might as well just join in. Since he’s going to watch.

Mark: You had threesomes and foursomes with the girls and you never thought to try double penetration?

Mike: Crystal wasn’t that adventurous. Besides, Jason was occupied with Jasmine.

Tom: Alicia wanted to, but Felicia probably would get bored.

Mark: So you guys just swapped partners halfway?

Mike: Yeah.

Mark: Then I guess somehow I do have the most experience in this.

Me: Can you all stop talking and start doing? I’ve been horny since last week…

Mark: But I’m tired. And you should just experience it your own way. So I’m going to take a nap.

Me: Fine.

I dragged the two idiots into the room, they looked really silly with their limp dicks and the condom still wrapped around it.

I shut the door.

Me: Ok. I really want to experience this. And for one time only, no condoms.

Mike: Woah. Are you sure?

Me: Yes. The rubber in my ass feels fucking weird. But no switching half-way. Tom will take my ass. He seems to know what he was doing the last time.

T: I’m ok with no condoms. But are you really sure about this?

Mike: I’m not ok.

Me: Hmmm…

Mike: We still have the okatomo right? The super thin one?

Me: I think so.

Tom: Ah. That will work I think.

Me: Ok. Let’s do it.

They removed the condoms and had a quick wash before I tried again.

Mike didn’t need much help, his rod was as hard as it ever could be with just mere touches from my hand. I capped him and pushed him into the bed, climbing on and riding him while Tom fed me his cock. I slurped it up hungrily. Part of me tried to imagine what it would feel like if Mark had joined in. He’d probably be feeding me his cock too while the other two rammed me from below and behind. I felt a tingling below from my lewd fantasies.

Tom pulled out of my mouth when he was semi-hard again and capped himself. Once again, he lubed up my asshole and teased it with his thumb before pushing his squishy dickhead in.

He was right. The Okamoto made a huge difference. I could relax and let him in. As before, he grew inside me as he thrust slowly, trying his best to match my rhythm of riding Mike.

Me: Oh god…

Mike tweaked my nipples and cupped my breasts as the three of us rocked together in unison. I was getting dizzy. So this was what double penetration felt like. I sort of lost control of my lower half, the contractions felt automatic. I was sure they could somehow feel each other’s dicks. Physiologically, there was only a layer of flesh separating them, as described by EoS in his story. I wasn’t well-versed in human biology, and frankly, I don’t recall being taught in detail about the inner workings of the excretory and reproductive systems. I mean, we definitely were not taught what it would feel like to be penetrated by two dicks at the same time.

While it felt good, I was getting a little confused. Was I supposed to cum from this? After all, Tom made me squirt while he was inside my pussy, not my ass. And having both deep inside me was legit throwing my rhythm out of sync. I thought I was about to cum, but then I got distracted by the dick in my ass. But credit to both of them, they managed to maintain the pace and position for at least 15 minutes without cumming. I was sure I was still tight, given the size of their dicks of course, or maybe I really was getting old and no longer tight enough for them who had so much fun with younger girls recently.

Me: Ok. Stop.

Mike: Huh?

Me: I’ve had enough of this. I wanna try something else.

Tom: You want us to swap?

Me: Nono. My ass is sore. I want both of you in my pussy.

Mike: What???

Tom: I think you watched too much porn.

Mike: I think so too.

Me: Go wash your dick and put on a condom.

Tom did as he was told.

Mike: Er babe, I don’t think we both can fit…

Me: I just want to try.

Tom returned and capped himself.

Tom: In this position?

Me: Well I did see a clip where the girl rode both guys.

Tom: I think I saw that too… but…

Me: Never mind. Put it in.

Tom: Erm…

Me: Just do it.

He probably shrugged but I wasn’t looking.

I felt a pressure at my pussy.

Mike: Woah woah. That feels damn weird.

I felt Mike’s dick sort of get pushed out of the way as Tom inserted his. I gasped as he got it all the way in.

Mike: What is this? Haha. Feels so gay.

Tom: Oh you’ve never crossed swords before?

Mike: Definitely not.

Me: Can either one of you start thrusting?

Mike: Go ahead Tom. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to move.

Tom slowly withdrew and thrust back in. It seriously felt odd and my pussy was being stretched beyond my imagination.

Mike: Fuck… you’re rubbing against me…

I moved as well, matching with Tom’s thrusts.

Mike: What the fuck???

I felt Mike twitch as his cock was probably being stimulated by Tom’s as well as my pussy.

Mike: Oh shit! Why does it feel good?

I ignored him and we continued that same motion a couple more strokes. He twitched again.

Mike: Fuck fuck fuck!

A few more strokes and he jerked upwards, definitely hitting my cervix. I could feel his cock pulsing within. He had ejaculated.

Tom: Shit bro. Did you just cum?

Mike deflated and slipped out. Tom pulled out as well. I examined the condom.

Me: Yup. He came.

Mike: What the fuck.

Tom: Well done bro!

Mike: A guy made me cum. What the fuck.

Mike got off the bed and headed straight to the shower.

Tom and I just looked at each other slightly amused.

Me: Is it really like this?

Tom: My cock was rubbing against his. I’m not sure if it was the only contributing factor though.

Me: Interesting.

I lay on the bed and spread my legs.

Me: It’s your turn to cum.

Tom looked at me, I swear I saw an evil glint in his eyes.

Tom: No. It’s yours.

I wondered if Tom was on some kind of performance enhancing drugs.

The first time we had sex, he lasted so long it was crazy. Then I realised it was actually because his sole purpose was to fuck me well, but well to him meant going on and on like an Energizer bunny. It was only after some time together that he became more normal. It’s not as though I don’t enjoy ultra marathons, but sometimes a sprint can just be as enjoyable.

He pounded me with his wrapped dick non-stop. I was losing my mind. Mike had come out from the shower already and was watching him fuck me silly. I wasn’t even moaning anymore, but more of trying to remind myself to keep breathing otherwise I’d just pass out. He changed the angle and began stimulating the area where my g-spot was while rubbing my clit. I couldn’t even rub my own clit. My arms and legs felt like they weren’t even there. I reached the familiar sensation and heard Mike exclaim, but I didn’t even know I squirted. Sure it felt good, but Tom had fucked me so hard my brain had left the planet and I was going on autopilot.

Mike: Do it again bro! You have to teach me that.

I was squirting uncontrollably from his stimulation. I was sure my lower half was convulsing by itself but Tom refused to stop. Or cum for that matter.

Mike: I wanna try it too.

Tom pulled out and Mike slid in raw.

Tom: Lean back slightly. Angle upwards.

Mike: Like this?

My eyes widened as Mike somehow managed to find the exact same spot that Tom had been rubbing.

Mike: I can really feel it tightening!

Tom: Keep going. Rub her clit.

I probably squirted again. I could not tell. But the area of the bed under my butt was damp.

Mike: Are there other positions?

Tom: Well, at the car park staircase we usually do it in doggy. She squirts quite a lot too. Shirlyn as well when I tried the same technique.

Mike: I’m gonna replicate it.

Mike pulled out and flipped me over like a rag doll. I couldn’t even protest. I was already extremely well fucked. They could stop if they wanted to. He pulled my butt up and put me in a kneeling position. I had no strength to hold myself up so I just lay there limply as Mike inserted from the top.

Me: Oh fuck.

I finally managed to find my voice as he found the spot. I could feel his hand in the shape of a fist, meaning he was probably holding on to his dick to ensure that he was hitting the right areas.

I gripped the bedsheets tightly as he thrust downwards bringing me that familiar sensation.

Me: How is it coming again? I should be dehydrated already?

Mike ignored me. The thrusting noises sounded really squishy and I was definitely feeling something warm flow down my inner thighs. Maybe it was blood. Maybe my period came early.

Mike: You wanna have a go?

Tom: Sure. Let me get a new condom.

Me: Fuck you guys.

They were truly out to murder me and I had no strength or willpower to stop them as I was enjoying it. Since I was helpless, I might as well just continue.

I felt a wrapped dick slide in.

Tom: Wow. This position is really tough.

But he was hitting the spot as he said that.

Mike: My core is strong.

Tom: I wanna try something else.

He pushed me flat face down and slid in. Somehow he could still hit the spot. By this point I think I was screaming myself hoarse.

Tom finally came with a grunt and pulled out. I heaved a sigh of relief but I could not move. I didn’t want to.

I was pretty sure they high-fived each other but I did not care. I wanted to get fucked silly and if this was it, they surely accomplished it.

Mike was done first and he sat beside me.

Mike: You ok?

Me: You guys are nuts.

Mike: Wasn’t this what you’re expecting?

Me: To be honest, I thought you’d just fuck me hard cos of the guilt of fucking someone else as usual. Didn’t expect a squirting competition.

Mike: Oh. But you enjoyed Tom making you squirt so much I thought I better up my game too.

Me: I’m perfectly happy when you fuck me hard. Don’t have to try to make me squirt. Tom is just… different?

Mike: Yeah. It feels like he’s got something to prove.

Me: Yes. It’s not enough for him to fuck well. He needs to show off somehow. Why?

Tom: Why what?

Me: Why do you need to prove a point?

Tom: What point?

Me: I don’t know. Recently it feels like you are determined to show everyone that you are damn good in bed.

Tom: But I am. Aren’t I?

Me: No arguments there. But it’s getting a bit overwhelming. Maybe slow down a little?

Tom: I think there’s no need to. I want to make sure all my partners are satisfied.

Me: I am. You mean the rest aren’t?

Tom: Probably. Doesn’t hurt to try to outdo myself each time right?

Me: I’m extremely well fucked. You might make Mike jealous.

Mike: Oh? I’m not. Just glad you’re enjoying yourself

Me: Urgh. Ok. Thank goodness this only happens on the weekend. I’ll probably take MC on weekdays.

Tom: You can always arrange for me to come over more often. Haha.

Me: Oh no. I’m good.

Tom: Well, I’ll see you next weekend then.

Me: We’ll play by ear. See how things go. It’s CNY weekend. Don’t think we’ll be very free.

Tom: Oh? It’s CNY already?

Mike: Yeah it is. Don’t you have any visiting to do?

Tom: Haven’t actually visited much during CNY since Covid started.

Me: Well, there’s no restrictions this year.

Tom: Ah. I don’t know. I’ll see what I’m doing then maybe we can arrange something?

Mike: Highly likely you’ll be over at Jasmine’s instead. Haha.

Tom: Who knows. We’ll see.

Tom left shortly after and Mike and I went to bed, leaving Mark dead on the sofa. I was sure he’d wake us if he wanted to leave. I wanted to just sit outside and wait for Mark to wake up but Mike and Tom had drained me sufficiently that I could hardly keep my eyes open. My only gripe was that the bed was wet and frankly slightly uncomfortable to be sleeping on. I must remember to place a towel the next time they decided to try this again.

The next morning, I awoke to find Mike already out of bed. No surprise, he was in his computer room playing games again.

Mark wasn’t on the sofa, he must have woken Mike up to let him out.

Since nothing was happening, I went to remove the bedsheets to bring them to a laundromat before lying down on the sofa and falling asleep again.

When I woke up again due to hunger around noon, I noticed that the bag of bedsheets had disappeared and so had the car keys. Mike must have taken them to wash, which was a surprise as I expected him to still be playing his games.

I dragged myself to the kitchen to see what was in the fridge but found nothing but stale bread.

I called Mike but he didn’t answer the phone so I went back to sleep since I was too lazy to cook anything else.

A couple of hours later I woke up again when Mike returned with the washed sheets and he also bought macs for me.

I glanced at my phone.

It was nearly 3pm.

Me: Where have you been?

Mike: Washing the bedsheets?

Me: Took you so long?

Mike: Erm. Don’t get mad at me. I went to see Alicia.

Me: What the fuck?

Mike: Jasmine texted me to go over. I didn’t want to wake you.

I was seething inside, but to be fair to him, I asked for this. I opened the bag and saw a mcspicy double. I guess I would eat it, then give him a blowjob.

I practically swallowed the burger whole as I was super hungry.

Me: Did you have fun?

Mike: Of course.

Me: Then you know what to do.

Mike: Yup.

I pushed him onto the sofa and pulled down his berms and boxers, swallowing his cock whole.

Mike: Erm. Aren’t you going to rinse your mouth first?

Me: Be thankful I’m not eating chilli padi.

Mike: Well it does feel slightly spicy. Weird.

Me: Oh damn. Go wash it first then. I don’t need my pussy burning up.

Mike: You wanna shower together?

Me: Are you going to fuck me hard in the shower?

Mike: Of course.

I dragged him in, soaped him up, rinsed then braced myself against the wall.

For some reason, he didn’t want to penetrate, but instead kept thumbing my asshole with the soap.

Me: Errr… what are you doing?

Mike: I’m going to fuck your ass.

Me: Oh. It needs lube.

Mike: Soap will do.

Me: What-

He plunged in. I was expecting it to hurt, but it did not. I rubbed my clit. He didn’t feel super hard, probably learnt that trick from Tom.

He spread my cheeks and thrust in and out slowly, adding more shower gel as lube. While it wasn’t the most effective, I guess I’d either get an infection, or a really clean rectum.

Somehow, this time it felt really good with him in that hole. It was so comfortable that I didn’t need to rub my clit to stimulate myself. Mike’s cock thrusting in and out timed perfectly with my anal contractions. I wondered if I could actually get an orgasm from it.

In between moans, Mike got harder, and his thrusts faster. He was also going so deep into my ass that it kind of tickled when he hit the end. I started to rub my clit again, intent on maximising my pleasure. Within a few more thrusts, he tensed up and stopped momentarily, releasing his seed deep inside my ass, before starting to thrust again. But he was slowly getting softer, and any further thrusting might fracture his dick. He pulled out slowly this time, and I felt the cum leaking as he pulled out. I squatted down and squeezed, trying to get more out, and hopefully it would be the only thing coming out of my ass even though I just had the infamous McSpicy.

Me: I thought you just fucked Alicia. Why is there so much cum left?

Mike: Oh I didn’t cum. I just fucked her.

Me: Oh. Did she enjoy it then?

Mike: She had to wash her sheets too. I actually went to the laundromat near her place.

Me: I should be insanely jealous. But somehow I’m glad.

Mike: Huh?

Me: You saved the best for me.

Mike: Yeah… I could tell the first anal you had with me wasn’t that great. Luckily I could get some tips from Tom.

Me: I honestly wasn’t expecting anything after you two tortured me last night.

Mike: But you enjoyed it right?

Me: Of course I did.

Mike: You want more?

Me: Of course.

Mike: More cocks? Or more threesomes?

Me: Wait a minute… how many more cocks do you think I can take. Two in my pussy already killed me, and you apparently.

Mike: Ah. That was rather embarrassing.

Me: How many more cocks???

Mike: One or two?

Me: What kind of porn have you been watching?

Mike: It was just a thought. Since you were enjoying it so much. Maybe one more in your ass, and one in your mouth?

Me: I think you’ve been watching too much porn. Besides, where are you going to find that many more cocks?

Mike: Jason, Darren, Mark, EoS?

Me: You’re crazy, and you probably can count the last two out. Darren is also wayyy bigger than you and Tom, I might die. And Jason… based on what I read about him… doesn’t seem like a very good prospect.

Mike: Let’s just say I can get EoS and Mark. Would you?

Me: Hmmm… it would be interesting. I guess for the experience I would. Besides, Mark was sort of one of my choices to take my anal virginity.

Mike: Ok. Let me ask Tom to ask EoS since they’re close. As for Mark…

Me: I think we should not involve him in this for now? He should be working things out with Jasmine you know.

Mike: Ah. About that. Alicia actually told me something just now.

Me: Oh? What did she say?

Mike: Nothing much actually, but she said things will get better after CNY for Mark.

Me: Huh. Is she a fortune teller or something?

Mike: Not sure what she meant. But I told her that Mark stayed over and he looked kind of depressed.

Me: He looked depressed??

Mike: Maybe not till that extent, but I could tell he wasn’t very happy?

Me: And you still asked him to join us? Are you crazy?

Mike: Well, who knows, maybe sex with you is the cure he needs? Haha.

Me: Ya right. Like as if I got a magic pussy.

Mike: Your mouth is pretty magic.

Me: Awwww…. And you better don’t sleep with Rebecca. Hearsay her mouth is even more magical.

Mike: Oh? Interesting…

Me: I’m serious. This is fun and we’re exploring but I think there has to be a limit la. Like I will never ever be part of a two female threesome with you or Tom.

Mike: Yeah. I know.

Me: You can go have your multiple female threesomes if you wish. Just make sure you know what to do when you come home.

Mike: Of course.

Me: Good.

Mike: By the way. John asked if we wanna catch up over CNY.

My heart skipped a beat. Why would John, of all people, suddenly contact Mike? Did he spill the beans about my escort days? Besides, it was usually April who contacted me, which she hadn’t for many years. Something fishy was happening.

Me: With April?

Mike: Oh… You didn’t know?

Me: Know what?

Mike: They’re separated.

Me: They what?? She hasn’t contacted me for ages.

Mike: Oh. It’s been a while. Somewhere middle of Covid? He got caught visiting prostitutes.

Shit. Was my game up?

Me: Huh??? I thought April was so into him?

Mike: That’s what I thought too. But from what he said, she’s lousy in bed.

I stifled a laugh. John wasn’t exactly a Ron Jeremy or Johnny Sins. Definitely not hung like them.

Me: Ah.

Mike: He kind of asked how we were. How we kept the spark alive.

Me: And you told him?

Mike: I told him to mind his own fucking business. But we can catch up if he’s keen.

Me: Ah. You can go meet him. I better check on April.

Mike: Alright then. Play by ear. Who knows, we might be having a threesome instead.

Me: With John????

Mike: What the? I meant with Tom.

I nearly shot myself in the foot.

Me: Ah. Ok. Got me worried for a second.

Mike: Don’t tell me you’ve been fantasizing about John since JC.

Me: God no. That’s April. She practically drooled when she saw you guys changing.

Mike: She what?

Me: She happened to walk past the changing room and saw John’s bulge la. Long time ago.

Mike: Hahahahahaha! The bulge?? Every other guy probably had a more impressive bulge.

Me: But his body was fantastic.

Mike: Ok. No comparison there. Haha.

Me: Oi. Don’t think crooked.

Mike: I’m just thinking how hard I’ve to fuck you to punish you if you actually slept with John somehow.

Me: Urgh. Let’s stop talking about this.

Mike: Are you getting wet thinking about it?

Me: No?

He suddenly grabbed me and slid two fingers in. I was wet for some reason.

Mike: What’s this then?

He showed me his glistening fingers coated with my juice.

Me: I’m wet?

Mike: You got wet thinking about my best friend???

Me: No?

Mike: You’re so dead.

He pinned me onto the bed and spread my legs.

Me: Wash your dick first.

Mike: Oh yeah. Be right back.

My heart was in my mouth. Did he know and was he just pretending not to know? Or was he truly clueless?

Whatever it was, I was about to get pounded, and I couldn’t wait.

Mike scrambled back into bed after washing the cock that had creamed my ass. I hoped nothing else would leak out when he started pounding me.

Surprisingly he went down on me first, eating my pussy with glee. Perhaps he was hungry from all the sex he was having. Maybe I should have asked him to get a filet o fish or try the famed duck rice at Geylang to see if it had an effect on him like it supposedly did for Mark.

One curious thing though, was how come he was so aroused by the thought of his friend and me together in bed. Or rather the thought that I had somehow fantasized about it. Was this some weird bro code thing? Did it mean he was also secretly fantasizing about April? Or maybe he had already fucked April and was now guilty about it hence he was fucking me well? But that might mean he already found out about my escort days. I mean wouldn’t it be suspicious that I somehow suddenly had so much savings to clear our debts?

I was so distracted by my own thoughts that I didn’t realise his hard cock sliding in, along with another hard, long and vibrating object.

Me: What the fuck?

Mike had slipped my toy into my pussy as well and turned the vibration to max.

Me: What is this???

Mike: Double penetration? I need practice since you like it so much. Does it hurt?

Me: No. But you’re killing me. I’m still sore.

It was an interesting feeling with both him and Tom’s cocks inside me, thrusting alternately, but now Mike decided to stuff my toy in instead. It wasn’t as large as them so I suppose it fit better, but I’d never really had the vibrations on max before. I gripped the bedsheets tightly as Mike held the vibrator in place as he pounded me. Was this supposed to hurt? Or was my pussy already so abused that I actually kind of liked it?

Mike: Don’t take this the wrong way, but I prefer Tom’s dick inside. It felt better.

Me: Oh god. What bisexual monster have I unleashed?

Mike: Well, he does have a nice cock. And the way it rubbed against me… hahahaha! Just kidding. I’m just saying this vibrator doesn’t feel as good as a fleshy, pulsating cock.

Me: You have a nice cock too. And the way you’re describing it… is suspicious.

He pulled the vibrator out slightly and it was at the area where they rubbed against when they got me to squirt.

Me: Woah. Don’t do that.

Mike: Why?

Me: It doesn’t feel as good compared to your cock.

Mike: But the vibration?

Me: Works better on the outside.

Mike: Oh!

He pulled the vibrator out.

Me: Do not make me squirt. We just washed the sheets.

Mike: Can always wash them again.

Me: No… I wanted to die already this morning.

Mike: Ah.. ok…

Me: Can you even cum again?

Mike: Nope. Not for awhile.

Me: Then why?

Mike: Wanted to remind you who’s boss.

Me: Because you thought I was thinking about John?

Mike: Yeah.

Me: Oh please. I’d rather be thinking about Mark or EoS.

Mike: Ah. That’s another nice cock.

Me: Shit. Why are you talking about so many other cocks suddenly?

Mike: Closet homosexual?

Me: Seriously???

Mike: Nah. Just kidding. But ever since you wanted to try double penetration, I’ve been researching. And those porn stars really have nice cocks.

Me: Porn is not real.

Mike: Well yeah, but it’s educational somehow.

Me: However, I did learn from porn that it’s possible to put two cocks in the same hole. And it fit. And it felt good.

Mike: Hahahaha. I actually seen three before. Local porn star too. Annabel Chong.

Me: She put three in? How? Why?

Mike: No idea. But it seemed doable.

Me: Wouldn’t the guy in the middle feel… weird?

Mike: Like you said, porn isn’t real. But they were all pretty long though. I think if we wanna try that, we’ll need EoS. But Darren might be a better choice.

Me: He’ll cum in seconds.

Mike: I wouldn’t really know.

Me: I think I’d prefer EoS for a start. At least he’s a more similar size to you and Tom.

Mike: Hahahaha. I’ll ask Tom to check with him.

Me: Ok. Anyway, you can stop. I guarantee you I’m not thinking about John.

He finally pulled out.

Mike: Ok…

We went to wash up again, thankfully not dirtying the fresh sheets. It was probably a good habit to wash the sheets weekly anyway, compared to monthly that we did so now. Except that we didn’t have a laundromat within walking distance unlike Jasmine. And I’d definitely be pissed if Mike used the excuse of going to the laundromat to fuck Alicia or Jasmine.

Back to the John topic, I really didn’t feel like meeting up with him but I guess I probably should check in with April to see how she was doing.

I dropped her a text, not expecting a reply, since we really hadn’t talked for ages. But she replied almost instantly.

April: You bitch!

My heart sank and I didn’t see the notification that she was still typing. I put my phone aside, slightly afraid of what I was going to see.

I took around half an hour to compose myself. If I was the cause of April’s eventual divorce, I wouldn’t know how to react. But if it really was because of me, then it was most certain that Mike also knew about me and John, and my entire secret life as an escort.

Mike was back in his room playing games while I was lounging on the sofa going through nothing in particular on Netflix.

I finally picked up my phone to read the texts.

April: You bitch!

April: How have you been?

April: It’s been so long! I missed you so much!

April: I got so much to tell you!

April: Hello? You there?

April: Helloooooo

Thank goodness she didn’t know anything.

Me: Hey babe! Let’s catch up!

My phone rang. It was April.

April: Hey bitch. Text me then don’t reply.

Me: Oh. I fell asleep.

April: In the middle of the day?

Me: Long night.

April: Wah. Mike keeping you up at night ah. So lucky.

Me: No la.

April: When you want to catch up? Actually, why suddenly contact me out of the blue? You disappeared for so long. I thought I did something to piss you off.

Me: Ah. Was struggling with work and some other issues.

April: Chey. Must be Mike breaking his bonds.

Me: Yeah.

April: Anyway, I haven’t seen your new house!

Me: It’s hardly new. But I didn’t have a house warming anyway.

April: Where is it?

Me: XXXXX.

April: Oh you managed to get a BTO there? So lucky!

Me: Yeah. What about you? Where are you and John staying now?

I decided to test the water further.

April: Ah. I’m actually looking for my own place now. Resale probably.

Me: Huh?? What’s wrong with your current place? And John?

April: Urgh. Don’t talk to me about that lying son of a bitch.

Me: Oh no. Are you ok?

April: Yeah I’m ok now. Wanted to talk to you back when it happened. But we weren’t talking so I didn’t disturb you.

Me: Sounds bad. We should catch up and chat.

April: What are you doing tonight?

I mentally checked my calendar. It was unlikely Tom was coming over for a threesome. Surely he needed to recover too.

Me: I’m free.

April: Slumber party at your place?

Me: Like we did when we were teenagers?

April: Yup!

Me: I need to get rid of my husband first. But he’s playing games 24/7 anyway.

April: You sure?

Me: Yeah. I got snacks and drinks. We can Netflix as well.

April: Ok! I’ll drop by after dinner or something.

Me: Sure!

April: See you later!

Me: See you!

That was odd. Either she knew, and she was coming to murder me, or she really wanted to catch up. Maybe I have become more suspicious these days for no reason at all.

I went to Mike’s room.

Me: Hey, I somehow reconnected with April. We’re having a slumber party tonight. Could you go out and stay out or something?

Mike: Huh? Where can I go? I’ll just stay in my room?

Me: Go fuck Alicia or Jasmine or something.

Mike: Are you serious?

Me: Yes. I want an empty house.

On hindsight, it wasn’t such a good idea. What if April really wanted to murder me for fucking her husband? My body would only be discovered the next day.

Mike: I don’t want to go over to their place.

Me: Hello? I just gave you a hall pass to go do whatever you want. Just go?

Mike: What if they don’t want to?

Me: Call Tom. I’m sure with you two there you’ll be welcome with open legs.

Mike: Very funny.

Me: Serious. I wanna be with April alone. She said something about her relationship with John. It might be a long bitching session.

Mike: You’re going to bitch about me too?

Me: Of course.

Mike: Ah. Erm. Sure. Let me ask Alicia.

He took his phone and typed a message, waiting for a reply.

Mike: Ok. She’s ok with me going over. But she said I better be able to do it all night.

Me: What the…

Mike: See. I told you I don’t want to go.

Me: Can you do it all night?

Mike: I think so?

Me: Mark was saying something about sex pills. Maybe you can try.

Mike: Hahaha what? He needs them?

Me: I think it’s all in the mind. But he said he’s been having some problems recently. I think it’s really because of the situation.

Mike: Ah. Poor guy.

Me: So please go and leave me the house.

Mike: You really really sure?

Me: Oh god. Even if you fuck Alicia, Jasmine, Crystal, Felicia, Shirlyn, Rebecca, Nat or whoever else the whole night, you’ll come back feeling guilty and I’m the one who benefits. Right?

Mike: If I’m still alive I guess.

Me: Then go. I want to catch up with my best friend who went missing for so long.

Mike: I think it’s you who went missing for so long.

Me: Yeah fine. Whatever. Don’t come home till I tell you to.

Mike: Right…

Me: It’s Sunday tomorrow, I’m sure it’ll be fine.

Mike: Alright then.

Mike went back to playing his game and I went to take a nap first. Probably might need to keep all the knives again, in case April really wanted to murder me.

After a light dinner, Mike really headed out, but didn’t exactly tell me where he was going, so I just assumed he was headed over to Jasmine’s place.

Slightly before 9, my door bell rang and I opened the door.

April: Hey bitch!

She was carrying a few plastic bags of snacks and drinks. I don’t recall her being that strong, but I could hear the bottles clinking away in the bag.

April: Help me la!

Me: Oops.

I took the bags and placed them on the dining table.

April still looked like April. Still dressed like April. But something was not the same.

I stared at her curvier body as she bent down to untie her shoelaces.

She stepped into the house and I reached out.

April: Oi!!!

I grabbed her left boob.

Me: Ah ha!

April: Simi??

Me: You had surgery.

She pushed my hand away, caressing her boob. Maybe I squeezed too hard.

April: Is it that obvious? Hahahaha.

Me: I was actually trying to see if your bra was padded.

April: No lor.

Me: When? And why?

April: Last year. Why? Why not?

Me: Why yes?

April: Not everybody has boobs like yours?

Me: I never thought you were jealous type.

April: Hello? I’m so much slimmer and prettier but everybody was just looking at your chest.

Me: Since when?

April: Since primary 1.

Me: Ya right. I didn’t have boobs in primary 1. Don’t be gross.

April: Since JC la! When there were actually boys around.

Me: I never realised.

April: Ya. You always so blur. Where’s Mike?

Me: With friends? I thought it would be better if we had the whole place to ourselves.

April: Huh? Why?

Me: To catch up?

April: Oh. Not because you’re inviting some hot young guys over?

Me: Huh???

April: Kidding la! Eh wait. You got hot young guys to introduce or not? Single ones.

Me: Not really. You still haven’t told me what happened.

April: Long story. I’ll tell you after I use your toilet.

Me: Ok.

She headed to the common toilet.

April: Hey! How come Mike’s stuff is all in here? You guys don’t share a toilet?

Me: Nope.

April: Are you having problems?

Me: Nope.

April: Does he have his own bedroom as well?

Me: Nope.

April: Weird.

I heard the sound of something hitting the water with a plop.

Me: Are you shitting???

April: Yes.

Me: Wah lau! Close the door la! I can smell it from here.

April: Oops.

The door slammed shut and I unpacked the stuff she bought. Loads of chips, and a couple too many bottles of soju. I wondered what the fascination was, but I put them in the fridge anyway.

I suppose it would be an interesting night.

We sat in the living room to chat. The soju wasn’t cold enough yet.

Me: So what happened these past few years?

April: Life happened?

Me: That’s not telling me anything.

April: Covid changed my life?

Me: Covid probably changed everyone’s life?

April: Kind of different for me.

Me: How so? What happened with John?

April: Urgh. That cheating son of a bitch.

Me: What did he do?

April: So lockdown right? Somehow we spent a lot of time at home.

Me: Air force got locked down too? Can’t be right?

April: They weren’t, but he was at home a lot earlier. And they made him clear his leave too.

Me: That’s a good thing right?

April: It was. For a while. We spent so much time together. Had lots of sex.

Me: What’s the issue?

April: Something felt off. Like all of a sudden John was very adventurous. Wanted to try new positions and all that. Even wanted to try anal.

Me: Ah. That sounds kinky. And exciting. No?

April: No. It’s suspicious. And whatever he did just felt the same to me.

Me: Meaning?

April: It’s just sex lor. Like that lor.

Me: Didn’t feel good?

April: It felt good. Just not great? Not mind-blowing?

Me: Ah. So no leg cramping, toe curling orgasms?

April: I’m embarrassed to admit that I didn’t know what an orgasm felt like.

Me: That’s past tense.

April: Yeah. I didn’t know. Never experienced it.

Me: So with John’s new methods you did?

April: No. It… wasn’t John.

Me: Oh.

April: I’m kind of ashamed actually.

Me: About?

April: I confronted John. He admitted to going to find prostitutes.

Me: Ah.

April: I asked to see his phone and he let me.

My heart was in my mouth.

Me: And?

April: I found out he’s been looking for those very busty prostitutes.

Me: Oh.

April: Like around your size or bigger.

Me: Erm.

April: So it’s obvious I’m not big enough for him.

Me: But he was still having sex with you? And trying new things?

April: Oh no. I didn’t let him touch me after I found out.

Me: Huh. Wouldn’t that make him just go back to looking for prostitutes?

April: Whatever. I don’t care. I applied for separation that weekend. We’ve been sleeping in separate rooms ever since. Trying to sell the house now, but I need to get my own place.

Me: Oh. I didn’t know you went through so much. I’m sorry.

April: Why sorry? It’s not your fault.

Me: You could have called me to talk.

April: I didn’t want to. You disappeared for so long and I knew about Mike’s issues so I didn’t want to bother you with my own.

Me: Ah. We managed to clear the debts already.

April: Isn’t it a huge sum? How?

Me: A relative passed on and somehow left us money.

April: Oh.

Me: Yeah. We can finally get on with our lives.

April: What would you do if you found out Mike visited prostitutes?

Me: Erm. Wow. Why the sudden question? I don’t know how to answer that.

But in reality, I’d be rather surprised if Mike did visit prostitutes, given the amount of sex he’d been having with other women besides me. And I really wouldn’t know how I’d react.

April: You wouldn’t feel disappointed? Upset? Angry?

Me: I really don’t know.

April: Oh well. I guess you’ve always been more forgiving than me.

Me: So why did you go for surgery?

April: Ah. That was a spur of the moment thing.

Me: Why?

April: I wanted bigger boobs?

Me: They look nice.

April: They are!

She removed her t-shirt and sat there in her bra.

April: Wanna feel them?

I reached out again and squeezed. They weren’t exactly hard like those fake boobs I saw in porn. But I’d have to remove her bra to see the scars. The surgeon probably did a good job though. I could hardly tell they were enhanced.

Me: Wow. I’m so glad Mike isn’t home now.

April: Hahahaha! Why? You think he’ll be interested?

Me: Perhaps?

April: And you’d allow it???

Me: Perhaps.

April: What the fuck?

Me: It’s complicated.

April: What do you mean?

Me: We’re in sort of an open marriage now.

April: I’m not sure I understand.

Me: We see other people?

April: You mean you sleep with other people?

Me: Yeah…

April: Oh my god.

Me: You’re shocked?

April: A little surprised. You’re supposed to be a good Catholic girl.

Me: Ya right.

April: Good. Then I can talk to you about this issue I’m having.

Me: Which is?

April: I was upset with John so I started looking for a one night stand.

Me: Uh huh. Not a great idea but I guess it already happened?

April: I found this app. It’s so cool. But there are so many creeps out there. MBA.

Me: Masters in Business Administration? You’re on LinkedIn?

April: Married but Available la!

Me: Oh! hahahaha. Oops.

April: So I met this guy. Had coffee a couple of times. Apparently not sexually active with his wife.

Me: Haha. That seems to be a trend these days.

But at the back of my mind I wondered why that story sounded so familiar. Could it be that she had a one night stand with Tom?

April: Yeah. So anyway I was very reluctant to do anything until after many months of chatting and coffees.

Me: And?

April: He’s got a huge cock. Like I thought John was huge.

Me: After you saw his bulge? Hahahaha.

April: Yes lor. I felt like I cheated myself.

Me: What happened?

April: He made me feel like a virgin. The things he did to me with his fingers and his mouth. I peed on the bed. He said I squirted but I’m not sure. And he lasted so long it was crazy. I couldn’t walk properly after that.

That definitely sounded like Tom.

Me: So after the one night stand what happened?

April: It’s like a one year stand already. I really need my own place. Can’t keep meeting him in hotels and car park staircases.

Me: Car park staircases?

April: He’s really into this outdoor quickie thing. I don’t know why. It’s so scary.

Me: Scary?

April: I mean it’s a staircase la. Quite open. If anyone walks by to go up or down, confirm get caught.

Me: Are you very loud?

April: Quite hard to be quiet with that guy. I want to scream when he enters me.

Me: You’re not aroused?

April: Oh no. I’m super wet. But his cock is so big. Can’t believe I thought John was big.

Me: So that’s why you need your own place? To have sex with a married guy?

April: Er ya? Can’t be I bring him to my house right? And let John see?

Me: If you wanted to teach him a lesson why not?

April: What???

Me: No seriously. Have you ever taught about it?

April: Obviously not.

Me: Well… I got caught. On this very sofa.

April: I thought you said you were in an open marriage.

Me: That’s only recently.

April: Oh my god. How did Mike react?

Me: He fucked me so hard I thought I was going to die.

April: Huh? He wasn’t angry or upset?

Me: Errr… actually he knew I had other guys, even before we were married.

April: Damn. I didn’t know you were such a slut.

Me: Oi! It’s not slut hor. I had my needs and Mike wasn’t around.

April: So what happened after that? Just carry on as normal?

Me: We had a couple of threesomes. With my FWB.

April: What the.

Me: That’s the correct term to use ya. Not one year stand.

April: Ya la. Whatever la.

Me: You don’t want to salvage the relationship with John?

April: How? I don’t think I can.

Me: Have you even tried?

April: I don’t want to. He went to prostitutes. That just tells me I’m not good enough for him. And he probably been doing it all along throughout the years.

Me: Did he say that?

April: That’s what I assume.

Me: Did he ever say anything before?

April: No. Not really. He only mentioned that I’m very quiet. Don’t moan a lot. Don’t talk dirty. I mean like, I didn’t feel a need to.

Me: You just said you aren’t quiet with your FWB.

April: It’s a totally different thing. He makes me feel like a virgin every time I’m with him.

Me: Right.

April: I was actually looking for resale flats in this area.

Me: Just to fuck the guy?

April: That’s one consideration. Haha. Of course I’ll need to move out when we sell the flat right?

Me: True.

April: I wanna know more about the threesomes.

Me: Why?

April: Curious lor. We used to watch all those blue films together when we were kids. But never really saw any threesomes. Sounds very kinky.

Me: It is.

April: Two guys or two girls?

Me: Two guys please. I’ll never do it with another girl.

April: Oh? Why not?

Me: Boring lor. Like what do I do while he’s fucking the other girl?

April: Play with yourself?

Me: Boring. I’d rather have two cocks in me.

April: At the same time?

Me: Yeah.

April: Both holes?

Me: Already tried that.

April: Wah… I’m damn impressed with you.

Me: What…

April: You got to experience so much more than me.

Me: I got lucky I guess. Found a really nice FWB. And an understanding husband.

April: Are you your FWBs only other partner?

Me: Sadly no.

April: Oh. Same here. I thought could be exclusive but he didn’t want to.

Me: I think as long as all parties are understanding, and take the necessary precautions, should be fine right?

April: I don’t know. I was so scared when I went for STD test. Like what if I contracted something.

Me: But you didn’t.

April: Yeah. But I really really wanna feel his cock in me without a condom.

Me: You shouldn’t take unnecessary risks.

April: I know la. But just wanna feel it one time.

Me: I think the drinks are cold enough.

I went to grab the sojus from the fridge and handed one to her.

We drank and chatted till the wee hours of the morning. I was tempted to ask her more about her FWB, in case it was Tom, but surely it couldn’t be that coincidental.

I was already half dead when it was nearing 5am but April was still super awake and still slowly drinking the remaining soju. I wanted to go to bed, but I had to be a good host and entertain her.

Around 6am, Mike texted to ask if he could come home yet. I was legit dying so I told him to get back ASAP to rescue me as I wanted to sleep but April was still here.

Within 5 minutes I heard the gate unlock. April quickly scrambled to put on her top.

April: What the fuck? I thought you said he’d be out?

Mike entered.

Mike: Oh hi April. Long time no see.

April: Hello. Same to you.

Mike: You two been up the whole night?

Me: Yup.

Mike: Oh. Not sleepy?

April: Nope.

Me: Dead tired.

April: Oh oops.

Me: Need a ride home or something?

April: Oh it’s fine. I’ll take a Grab.

Mike: Ok then.

I looked at Mike. He seemed fixated on her chest. Interesting. He probably noticed the enhanced assets as well.

I waited with April for her Grab to arrive and saw her off. I didn’t realise she had become such a good drinker. Her issues with John really changed her in a way.

I headed back up and Mike was waiting for me.

Me: You were staring at her chest.

Mike: I was.

Me: Like what you saw?

Mike: It seems bigger than before.

Me: Yeah. She had surgery.

Mike: Oh. No wonder.

Me: Help me shower please. I’m dying.

We went to shower, no kinky stuff happened. He was probably tired too.

We lay in bed.

Me: How did you get back so fast?

Mike: I was actually sitting outside since 4am. But I heard you two chatting so I didn’t wanna disturb you.

Me: What???? You could have saved me earlier.

Mike: Haha. Oh well. Too late.

Me: Indeed. Now don’t wake me up till I wake up.

I never asked Mike what or who he did when he went over to Jasmine’s place.

The week leading up to CNY was super lackluster. As usual, I had a break from work on the Wednesday and I basically just stoned in front of the TV with my laptop on, pretending to do work.

April coming back into my life was an unexpected event. Especially since I knew now that my best friend wasn’t really adverse to my current lifestyle, and apparently had her own one year stand.

It was a little sad that she and John were breaking up. They were like the couple I looked up to whenever I was having problems with Mike in the past. It seemed that nothing could break them up, except some busty prostitutes, and I might have been one of them.

On hindsight, I probably should have rejected John when he booked me. But I needed the money and he was merely a client. In my mind, in some warped way, I guess he was trying to improve his sex life with April by going to prostitutes and escorts and learning from them. Yet it backfired tremendously for him. At least he didn’t rat me out. That would have been bad as April might really have murdered me.

The weirder thing was that she seemed to be showing some interest in my husband, or at least asked if he would be interested due to her now C-cup chest. I wondered why she didn’t go bigger since she was getting surgery done anyway. Perhaps her small frame had limits on what size would be comfortable for her. Then looking at Shirlyn and Alicia, I wondered if they often suffered from backaches. But April rejected Mike’s offer to send her home, who know what might have happened if she didn’t. And despite that, something just didn’t feel very right.

Was I willing to let Mike fuck her? Sure I was. That’s the part of our current lifestyle I guess. Would I join in? Probably not. Would I fuck John again? Definitely a big no there. He didn’t have the size or skills to even consider it. And of course I didn’t want to strain the relationship with April.

I texted Tom out of curiosity though, to ask if he had other FWBs besides us. His answer was a firm no. So it seemed that there were more married big dicked masters of sex lurking around the dating apps, and probably this forum as well.

I was glad for April in a way, that she could find some form of satisfaction or even happiness in her life right now despite how messy it could be due to the impending divorce and sale of their matrimonial home.

The same couldn’t be said for Mark though, although CNY would bring some good news for him I hope.

The last day of work we had an office Lou Hei and the boss went around distributing red packets to the staff, before declaring a half day off. I decided to find Mark for lunch if he was free.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t, but he said he could catch up for a drink that night.

I wondered if I should do it at my place again, and probably get Mike out of the house. Then again, Mike being there or not wouldn’t make a difference as nothing would happen between Mark and I. Since I had tons of time to kill between leaving work and meeting Mark, I went to stock up on soju at this place near my office. I must have bought 20 over bottles, and the guy at the shop helped to carry them over to the car. At least I knew Mike would be home later to help me carry them up.

I took a shower upon reaching home and stared at myself in the mirror. I tried visualizing myself with bigger boobs but somehow it just didn’t seem to fit. Of course I wished my tummy, ass and thighs were slimmer, but at this age, without regular exercise, there was likely nothing I could do.

Mark popped by around 9pm. Mike was in his room and only came out to say hello. We asked him to join us but he declined, something about some playoffs and he needed to concentrate. I guess he should be playing football manager as usual. I often wondered if he was so into the game, why didn’t he just go take some sports management cert then apply to manage a football club for real. But oh well, he was escaping into his reality so I just let him be.

As usual, Mark was drinking his soju way too fast again, but I let him. He was in his comfort zone and who was I to advise him otherwise?

Me: So, did you talk to Jasmine?

Mark: Not yet. But I’ll be going with her to her parent’s place for reunion dinner.

Me: Oh?

Mark: She asked and I agreed.

Me: That’s good right?

Mark: Who knows? Her divorce is still not finalized actually.

Me: Huh???

Mark: Still some disputes from her ex.

Me: That’s very long. I thought it would have been settled last year or something.

Mark: I’m thinking it’s going to cost more to keep disputing or counter claim or whatever the terms are.

Me: Why doesn’t she just sell the house for real and split the money? Isn’t that how normal divorces work? Split the assets?

Mark: I think so. But she really really wants to buy over the house.

Me: I thought once you’re 35 it should be easy as long as you have the money?

Mark: I’m really unaware of all these property rules. Don’t own one.

Me: Well, I’m happy where I am so I don’t bother researching either. Maybe if we decided to upgrade to EC or condo or something.

Mark: Can we not talk about that?

Me: Sure. What do you want to talk about then?

Mark: Nothing actually. I came to drink.

Me: Oh. You can drink alone but you came here anyway.

Mark: Free drinks? Haha.

Me: Haha. Right. What if I wanted something in return?

Mark: I can pay you back for the drinks.

Me: I’m obviously not referring to that.

Mark: Sorry, I’m not big enough to satisfy you. Thankfully.

Me: Eh. How you know I wanted sex? Hahaha.

Mark: I can’t think of anything else you might want from me.

Me: How about decent conversations?

Mark: If you wanted decent conversations, we shouldn’t be talking about sex.

Me: Haha. Funny. Are you saying I’m indecent.

Mark: You are.

Me: Fine. I do have many indecent thoughts.

Mark: Why though? You have Mike and Tom.

Me: I know right. Maybe I’m just horny before menopause.

Mark: Oh please. You have at least a decade or so to go.

Me: Maybe I just wanna see what the big fuss about you?

Mark: I’m normal.

Me: Hardly. When so many girls are after you.

Mark: Not anymore right?

Me: I’m sure Shirlyn is still after you. And Alicia, and Crystal. Nat. Rebecca.

Mark: Fine.

Me: Did you? Since moving out?

Mark: I didn’t. But Nat couldn’t take it anymore.

Me: Ah ha! You slept with her again.

Mark: Can I just say I let her use me?

Me: Fine. Whatever floats your boat.

Mark: At least she was happy right?

Me: True.

Mark: Rebecca wanted me too. Strangely.

Me: Huh?

Mark: Nah. I didn’t. But she asked a few times. I thought Tom’s pretty active?

Me: I think so.

Mark: I’m sure he loves her playful mouth.

Me: You did too right?

Mark: Well…

Me: Well what?

Mark: I actually enjoyed your bj more.

Me: Huh??? Really???

Mark: It’s the feeling la. I’m feel closer to you.

Me: Interesting. So to you, a blowjob is better if you’re closer to the person?

Mark: Sort of.

Me: So Nat?

Mark: She just blows me to make me hard. That’s all.

Me: Shirlyn?

Mark: More or less the same I guess. But I feel more when I have sex with her.

Me: I shouldn’t even ask about Jasmine right?

Mark: Yeah. Don’t.

Me: Hmmmm….

Mark: What?

Me: Take it out.

Mark: Why?

Me: I want to blow you.

Mark: Eh don’t la. I haven’t shaved.

Me: Ah ha!

Mark: Huh?

Me: That isn’t your usual response.

Mark: It isn’t?

Me: You usually just reject. Now you say you haven’t shaved. Means if you did shave, you’d be in my mouth right now.

Mark: Haha… Nah. Slip of the tongue.

Had we perhaps finally gotten to that stage where we were so comfortable with each other that we’d both be willing to be mutually pleasured? The first time I blew him months ago I didn’t really give him much of a choice, but he didn’t really reject me either. Also, it could have been because Jasmine was occupied with Mike and hence Mark perhaps was more willing to explore, or maybe it was a revenge thing.

I slid over and unzipped him.

Mark: Hey.

Me: We’ve done this before.

Mark: Still…

Me: You look like you need a release.

Mark: I really don’t.

I slid my hand into his boxers.

Me: Wah. You really didn’t shave. Hahahaha.

He stood up. I thought he was going to zip himself back up, but instead, he removed his berms and boxers and sat back down. That was certainly a surprise.

Mark: Yeah. I didn’t. Now what?

Me: Fuck. Is this a game to you?

Mark: No. I just gave up fighting with myself.

Me: Oh?

Mark: One of the things I spoke about with Jasmine was how I always just did what everyone wanted. Never thought for myself. Even with Nat the last time, I didn’t want to do it, but I did it anyway because she wanted it.

Me: And you’re half-naked now because?

Mark: You want to blow me right?

Me: I do… but only if you want it. Do you?

Mark was silent for a while.

Me: Well?

Mark: Funnily, I actually do.

Me: Hahaha! You’re hilarious.

Mark: But I’m afraid I won’t be able to satisfy you.

Me: You know one thing I’ve learnt over the past few months, is that the mutual feelings with your partner is very important.

Mark: It is.

Me: And I don’t know about you, but the way you took care of me, and treated me as a friend despite all that was happening, I think if we did eventually have sex, I’d definitely enjoy it.

Mark: Jasmine said she still wants to be with me.

Me: Uh huh. I more or less expected that.

Mark: But she doesn’t want things to change.

Me: Sort of expected that too.

Mark: Meaning I’ll still be fucking practically everyone.

Me: Well that’s the beauty of it all right? You don’t have to be in love with one single person.

Mark: Oh shit.

Me: What?

Mark: Are you in love with me?

Me: Eh. No la. That’s not what I meant. I was referring to the concept of polygamy.

Mark: Oh.

Me: Do you want to fuck me?

Mark: No.

Me: Why not?

Mark: Mike is around.

Me: And so?

Mark: You gotta let him know first.

Me: But you took your clothes off and are sitting on my sofa butt naked with your dick out.

Mark: Errr…

Me: Or are you waiting for me to get naked as well?

Mark: I’ve no idea why I took my berms off.

Me: For weapon inspection? Hahahaha.

Mark: Funny.

Me: Come on, I’m with two ex regulars, I’ve heard them use those terms before.

Mark: They’ve got howitzers. I’m a P226.

Me: Erm. Ok. I don’t know what those ah.

Mark: Artillery cannon and pistol.

Me: Oh. Ok. You really need to stop putting yourself down. Maybe I like pistols.

Mark: Oh you definitely don’t.

Me: I like your pistol…. Hahaha…

Mark: I think I need to shave.

Me: It doesn’t bother me.

We heard the room door open and Mike walked out.

Mike: I’m, erm, meeting John. Have fun. I’ve got new razors if you need.

Me: You were eavesdropping???

Mike: You know the walls are thin right?

Me: Yeah.

Mike: And honestly Mark, out of all the other guys in the group, I’d be more reassured if it was you instead of Jason or Darren or EoS.

Mark: Huh? Why?

Mike: Because I believe you won’t hurt her.

Me: And the others would?

Mike: I don’t know. But I don’t have a good feeling about Jason. Haha.

Me: Alright. Have fun with John. You better not be going to find big breasted prostitutes.

Mike: We’re not. Just drinks. I think he’s really affected over the whole issue.

Mark: Who’s John?

Me: Long story. I’ll tell you later if I’m not flat on my back moaning.

Mark: Right.

Mike: Well I’m off.

Mike left.

Mark put his pants back on.

Me: Where are you going?

Mark: To get another drink.

Me: You want more? I might fall asleep soon.

Mark: I’m going to find that razor too.

Me: Oh. It’s in his bathroom. Should be there I think.

Mark: Drink first. Haha.

Me: Sure.

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Originally Posted by

junior_cannibal

June technically wouldn’t mind who Mike will be fucking next. It’s more about April. She will probably freaked out

1 to know June was whoring once

2 John was her client

If April were to know this, she either freaks out, unfriend June, divorce John, or to the other extreme, agrees to move to an open relationship, like June, with very selected FB.

Yup. You’re right.

I do intend to confess to April though. But I’m really afraid. The divorce is probably going through anyway, so I doubt she’ll be in an open relationship