I texted Mark on Friday morning and waited for a reply. Hopefully, he would be free for lunch at least.
I had already met with Jasmine, Rebecca and Shirlyn on the Monday, Tuesday and Thursday the week after CNY week, surely I could spare some time for Mark on the last working day of the week? And perhaps he could spare some time for me as well. It had already been nearly 2 weeks since Jasmine proposed, assuming she did it on the eve of CNY of course.
Anyway, it was the night that Rebecca would trial run Mike, for lack of a better phrase. On hindsight, I still don’t know why I would agree to it, but the thought of losing Tom even more was too much for me. But to offer my husband instead was something I don’t think many women would be able to do.
Mark did reply later in the afternoon. It was already way past lunchtime so I guess we could probably do dinner, while I let Rebecca have her way with my husband. He was fine with dinner and drinks of course, and was also a little perplexed that Rebecca would be at my house too.
Mark: Why?
Me: Long story.
Mark: It’s not a ploy to set me up with her right?
Me: Hahahaha! I think you’ve had enough of married women for a while.
Mark: Then I probably shouldn’t be meeting you either?
Me: Hey!
Mark: Just kidding.
Me: She hasn’t told me what time she’s coming over though, so we’ll just have dinner first?
Mark: Sure. I won’t be driving again.
Me: Oh damn. Just how much are you intending to drink?
Mark: Probably way too much?
Me: Sheesh. You really need to take care of yourself.
Mark: Yeah. I know. I don’t do it that often.
Me: Ya right. The last time you drank more than I did in an entire month.
Mark: Really?
Me: I have to stop by the soju shop later. Hahaha.
Mark: Oh oops.
Me: It’s fine, as long as you’re happy.
Mark: I am happy. Spending time with you.
Me: Awww… that’s so sweet. How come we aren’t we fucking yet?
Mark: What…
Me: I’m serious.
Mark: My cock is too small obviously.
Me: Hahahahaha.
Mark: Also because I like that we can be like this without being overly sexual.
Me: Hmmm… So you want to limit it to blowjobs? Is that it?
Mark: What??? No…. I meant we can talk like this.
Me: Oh damn. I was going to ask if you would return the favour.
Mark: What favour?
Me: I did blow you, so it only makes sense that you give me oral sex too. Hahaha.
Mark: Err…
Me: Will you?
Mark: I’m not that good you know.
Me: Ah ha! You didn’t say no.
Mark: Damn. You tricked me.
Me: So you seriously would? Hahaha.
Mark: I think it’s fair that I do it.
Me: Why?
Mark: Cos you blew me?
Me: Hahaha. But I wanted to. I was willing.
Mark: Guess I’m willing too.
Me: Wah. Don’t make me horny.
Mark: You’ve got two very good cocks to call on.
Me: I also have one that I never tried before. Hahaha.
Mark: You shouldn’t make me horny too. Haha.
Me: I’ll try not to.
Mark: So I’ll just head over and we’ll eat at the coffeeshop?
Me: Or you wanna leave your car at work and I’ll pick you then we go grab the soju?
Mark: Hmmm. Sounds good actually, but I’ll have to come back to the office over the weekend to take the car. How about you just pick me, we go buy the drinks, help you load into the car, then I’ll head back to office and leave at 7pm?
Me: That works too.
Mark: Ok. See you later then.
The rest of the day passed quickly and I soon left the office to pick Mark.
As I entered the driveway, I saw Rebecca standing there with him. They both got into the car.
R: Don’t mind me hitching a ride over.
Me: Sure.
R: I just went for waxing over lunch.
Me: Too much info.
R: Does your husband like to eat pussy?
Me: He eats mine.
R: Oh.
Me: You can ask him later.
R: I can?
Me: Trial run right? You can ask him to do whatever he’s comfortable with.
Mark: Er. I’m in the car too, you know?
R: Not as if you haven’t fucked me before.
Mark: Right.
We reached the place and I parked and we headed to the liquor store. Rebecca wandered off on her own.
Mark: Why are you doing that?
Me: Doing what?
Mark: Letting Rebecca try Mike?
Me: Erm.
I gave him the abridged version about Rebecca wanting a regular FWB and how I felt Mike would be a better choice over Tom.
Mark: Seriously. Are you sure you want to do that?
Me: Why?
Mark: Rebecca is… quite horny.
Me: I’m sure Mike can handle her.
Mark: You’re willing to let your husband fuck someone else long term?
Me: Yup. I mean, I’m seeing Tom long term as well. It’s kind of fair right?
Mark: Well yeah, that’s the lifestyle. But how does he feel about it?
Me: That’s why there’s a trial run. Haha.
Mark: Hope you spoke to him properly and he understands how this works.
Me: He does. I’ve been with Tom for quite some time. Plus Mike did join Tom before. With your girls.
Mark: They aren’t my girls.
Me: Ok. Bad choice of words.
Mark: I understand the lifestyle, I’ve been in it. I don’t really like it. But I would do it if it made my partner happy.
Me: Oh? Really?
Mark: I’ll try my best to be happy with it of course.
Me: We’ll talk about it later.
Mark: Ok.
We reached the shop and picked out the soju. Fifteen bottles. I hoped he wouldn’t drink them all at one go. He took 10 and I struggled with 5. The clinking of the bottles together in the bag was unnerving. I was afraid they would crack or something.
Rebecca suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
R: Wah. Soju party ah.
Me: We’re just having drinks and chilling.
R: Then sex afterwards?
Me: No? I’m not you.
R: Oh. You can’t get Mark hard?
Me: What?
R: Mark can’t get you wet?
Me: Why is it always Mark’s fault?
Mark: Yeah. I can’t get her wet.
Me: What the.
R: Knew it. He’s not that fantastic after all. No wonder we never slept together much. Or has he really turned gay after what Jasmine did to him. Hahaha.
I looked at Mark and he just shook his head slightly, as if signalling me to end the conversation.
Me: Well, what if you can’t arouse my husband? Or he can’t arouse you?
R: Wah. Don’t curse me please.
Me: Then maybe stop talking bad about others?
R: Ok fine.
I dropped Mark back at his office and headed home. I texted Mike to let him know we were on the way.
Rebecca was surprisingly strong and she could carry 10 bottles of soju by herself. Or was it because I was weak? We were about similar heights and weight I guess. Maybe I was heavier due to having slightly more fats. Maybe she went to the gym more often. But Mike met us at the void deck anyway and easily took all 15 bottles. Perhaps they weren’t that heavy after all and I needed to work on my strength.
Rebecca was practically raping him with her eyes. I found it weird. She did see him at the costume party. I was pretty sure she would have been at the party that I let him go to without me since I wanted to spend time with Mark.
Maybe it was the tank top he was wearing that showed off his muscular arms that even Tom couldn’t match. Maybe it was his bright smile that melted her. Maybe it was the macho way he grabbed all 15 bottles with one hand. I wondered if I was going to regret this.
A quick introduction and Mike brought Rebecca into our bedroom. I was legit regretting it now, but who was I to complain since I had Tom on the same bed? Maybe we should just get a bed for his computer room. Haha.
Knowing Rebecca, she would probably start with a blowjob to test him. I listened really hard for the first few minutes. Surely Mike would be like everyone else, unable to resist her blowjobs. To my surprise, I never heard anything, except Rebecca moaning, nearly screaming in fact, maybe he was eating her. I waited for him to groan for the next 30 minutes but I never heard it. Then she fell silent and the door opened, and she went straight to the bathroom to shower. I entered the room.
Mike sat there with the condom around his dick. He hadn’t cum. I was genuinely surprised.
Me: I hope you passed her a towel.
Mike: Oh! I didn’t.
I rolled my eyes and took a towel and went to the bathroom. The water was running but she was just crouched in the corner shivering.
Me: Need the heater?
R: Yes please.
I went to turn it on.
Me: How’s the trial?
R: I take it back. I don’t want this. Your husband is godly.
Me: Why?
R: He didn’t cum from my blowjob. He ate me like he was possessed. He fucked me super hard for that long and didn’t look like he was going to cum. I kind of feel useless.
I shrugged.
R: You told him to do so right?
Me: I did mention you like it hard. Hahaha. And choking.
I did recall reading that in Mark’s story.
R: Shit. You evil bitch.
Me: You didn’t enjoy it?
R: Of course I did. But I can’t do it long term.
Me: Why not?
R: It’s too intense. Everyone cums after a while. Your husband just goes on and on. I pretended to pass out so he would stop.
Me: Hmmm. That’s actually quite funny.
R: Thanks for the trial but no thanks. I’ll go crazy just craving for him daily.
Me: I thought Mark fucked you well.
R: He did. But this is a different level altogether. He’s in control all the while. I can’t have that. I need some control. I want to see that surprised look on their faces when they cum in my mouth.
Somehow the way she described her prowess made want to have a dick so I could experience what exactly it was that got so many of them to shoot their load in minutes. I had done it before of course, but never that fast, nor consistently. Even Tom, who tortured me for so long the first time, surrendered to her in minutes.
Me: Oh well. Hope you find someone then.
R: I’ll just take what I have now. Haha. But thanks, really.
I let her finish showering and she left.
Mike had showered too and was back at his computer.
Me: So how was it?
Mike: What a weird girl. I thought you said she liked it hard?
Me: You were probably too hard.
Mike: And you said her blowjobs were fantastic?
Me: They’re supposed to be.
Mike: I like yours better.
Me: Oh?
I knelt down in front of him and took out his cock, wrapping my lips around it.
Me: Just play your game and enjoy this.
I sucked and licked him slowly, savoring every inch of his meat. Thank god he was interested in me back then instead of John. If it had been anyone else, I doubt I’d be this way now. Even though I was getting on in age, I still craved his cock. And of course Tom’s. Even Mark’s for some reason even though it had only been in my mouth. I guess there really was a switch somewhere in our bodies that once turned on, stayed on till our later years.
Mike was already twitching from my tongue. Maybe throughout the years, it was the sensual familiarity of my blowjobs that he enjoyed the most.
At the back of my mind I was thinking shit. I really was being like Jasmine, making him fuck others, and he probably was going to do it because he felt it made me happy.
He tried to pull me up. I knew he was gonna cum soon, but I slapped his hand away.
Me: Play your game!
A few more minutes of teasing and I wanked him slowly as he shot onto my face as I looked up at him. His thick stream of cum landed on my forehead and slowly trickled down. Ordinary I’d finish him in my mouth and swallow everything, but this time I wanted him to see me pleasuring his twitching pole with a cum covered face.
Me: Did you like that?
Mike: Of course.
I gave him a final suck before getting up and going to the bathroom to wash up. He followed.
Mike: Do you want it?
Me: Nah.
Mike: You’re going to have sex with Mark later?
Me: Highly unlikely. If it happens it happens.
Mike: Oh. You need me out of the house?
Me: Nope. Up to you actually. We’ll just be chilling in the living room.
Mike: Ah. Erm. Well.
Me: What?
Mike: John asked me over for drinks actually. I said I’d ask you first.
Me: Just go then?
Mike: He asked if you’d come too.
Me: No. Haha.
Mike: Oh.
Me: Is April going to be there?
Mike: Probably. It’s still her house right?
Me: Yeah.
Mike: I’m not going to fuck her.
Me: I won’t be mad if you did.
Shit. I was really becoming like Jasmine. Or was it the guilt from my past that was influencing my decisions?
Mike: Erm.
Me: I mean if she makes the first move.
Mike: Oh…
Me: Bring condoms just in case. Haha.
Mike: We’re out actually. Used the last two with Rebecca.
Me: Two?
Mike: First one broke. Think I was too rough.
Me: Or she wasn’t wet?
Mike: She was really wet.
Me: Ouch. Then you were probably too rough.
Mike: What time is Mark coming over?
Me: We’re having dinner first.
Mike: Ah good. Cos I’m having dinner with John too. Wasn’t sure if you’d wanted to have dinner with us or not.
Me: Nah. I’m good. Go have fun.
Mike: Ok then.
He finished washing up first while I took my time in the bathroom.
I still intended to confess about my past and John as well. It would always be better for him to hear from me instead of John. But I guess I’d take each day a step at a time.
I met Mark at the coffeeshop as usual and we had fried noodles and fried rice from the zhi char stall instead. I needed a little carbs to line my stomach. Mark finished my food anyway, he probably needed way more carbs.
I hung on to his arm as we walked back to my place. For a Friday night, there were not many people around. I wondered what my neighbours would think if they saw me behaving intimately with a strange man who wasn’t my husband. But I was such a recluse that I didn’t know more than 1 other family in my block. Thank goodness for that. Hopefully they didn’t know me too.
We settled down on the sofa and the soju came out immediately, with Mark downing half the bottle in a single gulp again.
Me: You gotta slow down. I can’t keep up.
Mark: You don’t have to keep up.
Me: Again, I’m worried about your health.
Mark: I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I think.
Me: You better be. You’re important to me.
I don’t know why I said that.
Mark: Really?
Me: You’re important to others too.
Mark: Like who?
Me: Jasmine, Shirlyn, Alicia…
Mark: You better not be naming all the girls who want to sleep with me.
Me: I’m naming those I think have genuine feelings for you.
Mark: Erm.
Me: Really. But it’s my opinion obviously.
Mark: Yeah.
Me: Let’s just drink slowly and enjoy the night ok?
Mark: Sure.
We clinked the bottles and he finished his while I took another sip.
I stood up and removed my t-shirt before reaching behind to unhook my bra.
Me: Don’t mind me, just removing my bra.
Mark: It’s ok.
I was about to put my t-shirt back on when he suddenly stopped me.
Mark: You can be naked if you’re more comfortable.
My heart was pounding. Mark usually didn’t say much about my various states of undress. But this was the first time he actually suggested that I stay naked.
Me: What if you get horny? Hahaha.
Mark: I know you won’t do anything I don’t want to.
I suddenly straddled him, my chest inches from his face.
Me: And I know you won’t do anything I don’t want to.
Mark: Hahaha. Stop fooling around la.
Me: Can’t a girl tease a guy?
Mark: You can. But I’m not going to react.
He grabbed my hips and slowly eased me off him.
Me: What a lie. I sat on something hard just now.
Mark: That’s just the crotch bulge from the zip.
Me: Oh?
I grabbed it. He was right.
Me: Dammit. Fine. Let’s just drink.
He went to get another bottle and sat down again. I put my t-shirt back on.
Mark: Thought you were more comfortable?
Me: I’m making myself horny and you’re the only one here.
Mark: Oh.
Me: So I better stop.
Mark: Yeah.
We clinked the bottles again.
I wondered how much he was going to drink tonight.
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Originally Posted by
ouzo18
Nice update. Meaning still no sex with Mark that night….haha.
Your hubby not in this forum? If he in this forum then he should know about your relation with John and also the escort thing.
Tom is here. Mike isn’t I hope. If he is and he already knows then…
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Originally Posted by
junior_cannibal
That might happen again if he starts to have more FWB.
On the contrary, the opposite might happen.
I had barely finished one bottle and Mark was already starting on his 5th. Soju seemed to be like a soft drink to him.
At least we managed to chat in between.
He acknowledged that he was still considering Jasmine’s proposal. But he knew that her divorce still wasn’t finalized yet, so it was merely lip service to him, hence he didn’t agree right away.
He was still trying to come to terms with the lifestyle as well. He really wanted to just be with her and her alone, but he knew somehow that wouldn’t be the case even if he got married to her. Which also meant that there really wasn’t any actual requirement to get married. They could still be together in a domestic partnership without an official cert.
I wondered when would be an appropriate time to talk about Shirlyn.
Mark: Why are you so concerned about me anyway?
His sudden question took me by surprise.
Me: I guess I care about you as a friend?
Mark: I didn’t know we were that close.
Me: You should know I don’t have that many male friends. And I probably already slept with all of them. Hahahahaha.
Mark: Haha. That’s what I like about you actually.
Me: That I sleep with my friends?
Mark: No… You haven’t slept with me yet.
Me: Huh? You want me to?
Mark: I mean, all the girls, except for Jasmine and Shirlyn, technically, all they wanted was to sleep with me for whatever reason.
Me: They say you’re very good in bed. And I do want to sleep with you to find out if that’s true. Hahaha.
Mark: I know. But no. I don’t want you to find out. Haha.
Me: And you’re really accommodating and caring. If I’d gone to find anyone else back then after I was “assaulted”, I might have just ended up in a worse state.
Mark: You mean your other friends wouldn’t take care of you properly?
Me: If I’d gone to Tom, he’d probably just laugh. He’d try to comfort me, then we’ll end up having sex.
Mark: And you’d be in a worst state because?
Me: I was vulnerable. I’m sure Tom would use sex to distract me. I’d feel good for a while then after that probably feel disgusted with myself?
Mark: That’s why you shouldn’t anyhow meet people who PM you.
Me: I met you what. You turned out to be a fine choice. Haha.
Mark: I’m different. And it was you who PMed me first.
Me: That’s true. Anyway, have you spoken to Shirlyn recently?
Mark: Not exactly. Why?
Me: Oh.
Mark: Why?
Me: I had lunch with her.
Mark: She asked you out?
Me: Sort of.
Mark: Oh.
Me: You’re not gonna ask why?
Mark: I’m guessing to ask you to help ask me about my decision.
Me: Ah. Well, yeah.
Mark: I’m still undecided.
Me: If there was someone else who wanted to be with you, properly, not seeing others, just the two of you, would you?
Mark: Haha. Is that what Shirlyn said?
Me: Kind of.
Mark: Hahahahahaha. Highly doubt so.
Me: Why?
Mark: I don’t know what you think, but the first time we had sex, it was rather… how do I put it, like we kind of used each other?
Me: Did you use her?
Mark: I think I did. She was horny, I was horny. We had sex.
Me: Do you think it could have been more than that?
Mark: What do you mean?
Me: Maybe she really liked you and wanted to pursue a relationship with you, but she knew you wanted Jasmine so she took a step back?
Mark: I think if she really liked me, she wouldn’t have forced me.
Me: Were you forced?
Mark: It is kind of freaky when your supervisor suddenly kisses you out of nowhere.
Me: Hmm. But you kissed her back. And you moved out of the storeroom right? To her bedroom. Like hello, if that wasn’t a sign you wanted it…
Mark: Ok. It was pretty thrilling.
Me: Why? You got the bang your boss fetish?
Mark: No la. It’s just-
I leaned over suddenly and kissed him. His lips were really soft and moist. Wow. I was kind of surprised. I thought he was going to push me away but he did not, even parting his lips slightly to allow my tongue in as I licked his lips. But I stopped myself.
Mark: You ok?
Me: Yup? Just testing.
Mark: Testing or tasting?
Me: Testing. I never really properly kissed you before. Haha. Just testing. Maybe tasting also, but tastes like soju.
Mark: Why do you want to kiss me?
Me: I don’t know also. Why did Shirlyn kiss you?
Mark: I sort of felt like she was taking advantage of me.
Me: But you didn’t stop her. So you can’t really blame her if you’re sending out mixed signals.
Mark: And what are you doing now? Sending mixed signals too?
Me: Am I? I want to have sex with you. I already told you. I’ve already blown you.
Mark: I know you do. In a different situation I probably would want to as well.
Me: Really?
Mark: You’re really sexy. Who wouldn’t want to?
Me: Hahahahaha. I thought you said I’m not that hot?
Mark: I’m being honest now. Haha.
Me: Aww…
Mark: But seriously, wrong time wrong place la.
Me: Ya man. What’s it with you and married ladies? First Ann, then Jasmine, Nat, Crystal, Rebecca, now me…
Mark: I just did what I felt was right based on the situation?
Me: Ya right. You had every chance to take advantage of me back then. I mean I was naked and vulnerable. Like hello? Just comfort me, turn me on then ask me if I wanna have sex, I’m damn sure I’d have said yes.
Mark: Then you’d feel shitty afterwards.
Me: Probably. But you took care of me instead. Any normal horny guy would just have his way with me.
Mark: I’d like to think I’m different. Haha.
I unzipped him and slid my hand in.
Mark: What now???
Me: Just testing. Haha. Maybe a taste?
I was supposed to be talking to him about his situation, his feelings and possibly his inclination, yet here I was, satisfying my own curiosity. What a bitch I was being.
Mark took my hand out, removed his berms and boxers and sat there in just his t-shirt.
Mark: You want to use me? Go ahead.
I looked at him. I really couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Possibly that I was just like the rest of them. Only after his average cock and above average skills.
Mark removed my t-shirt, letting my breasts bounce free. He cupped them and looked into my eyes. But I don’t think it was desire I saw in them. It was more like a loneliness. He took one into his mouth, his lips encircling my nipple, his tongue flicking at it. I felt it harden. I instinctively reached for his cock. It was already semi-hard and twitching. I rubbed my thumb on the head, feeling the bit of pre-cum and coating it around. His fingers brushed against my other nipple as he squeezed my breasts, gently at first, then with slightly more force. I wrapped my palm around his stiff rod and wanked him slowly.
He moved to the centre of my chest, kissing me softly, moving upwards to my neck. I tilted my head back to allow him access as he ran his tongue gently along my collarbone. He pushed my hair back and kissed my neck. I moaned, softly at first, then slightly louder as he pinched my erect nipple.
Me: Oh fuck….. what are we doing?
He cupped my face and pressed his lips against mine, his tongue tracing all over the outline. My tongue met his and swirled around it. My heart was pounding wildly and I wanked him rather enthusiastically.
We must have kissed for five minutes or so before breaking away from each other. I removed my shorts and panties, revealing a patch of wetness. I brought his hand to my pussy, holding his finger and running it along the lips, shuddering as I did so.
He pushed me down onto the sofa, spreading my legs apart, and slid a finger in as he kissed me again. I felt his erection on my thigh, along with the stickiness of his precum. He moved down, kissing my neck again, my breasts, and finally reached my clit where he gently pulled up the hood and drew circles around it with his tongue.
Compared to Tom, who was more forceful and intense, Mark could maintain a gentle pressure/pleasure with his tongue and fingers. He savoured my abalone like it was some premium grade seafood. I grabbed my breasts and tweaked my nipples as he happily ate me. I wondered how long he must have been waiting to pay me back with amazing oral sex. It kind of made me wonder if I even did a good (blow)job the last time around. If this was his foreplay, I was eagerly anticipating the main course.
In recent months, I never had the pleasure of anyone eating me out for more than five minutes. Fifteen minutes in, Mark was still at it and making me crave badly for him to put his cock in me.
Me: Don’t stop… Stop…
I really couldn’t make up my mind. At least he was already ingrained to the task of torturing me with his fingers and tongue.
He finally stopped and looked at me.
Me: You have no idea how badly I want you.
He showed me his wrinkled fingers.
Mark: I think I know.
I jumped up and flipped him onto the sofa, pinning him down and straddling him. I shuddered again as I rubbed my pussy against his shaft, stopping just at his dickhead. I was breathing heavily and the sudden movement from lying down made me a little dizzy. I looked at him.
Mark: Only if you want to.
It was like consent was already given, but I looked at him again. Despite the consensual extended pleasure he had given me, I thought I still saw loneliness in his eyes.
I ground on his shaft again. Fuck it felt so good.
Mark: Do you want to?
I took a moment to compose myself before answering him.
I had barely finished one bottle and Mark was already starting on his 5th. Soju seemed to be like a soft drink to him.
At least we managed to chat in between.
He acknowledged that he was still considering Jasmine’s proposal. But he knew that her divorce still wasn’t finalized yet, so it was merely lip service to him, hence he didn’t agree right away.
He was still trying to come to terms with the lifestyle as well. He really wanted to just be with her and her alone, but he knew somehow that wouldn’t be the case even if he got married to her. Which also meant that there really wasn’t any actual requirement to get married. They could still be together in a domestic partnership without an official cert.
I wondered when would be an appropriate time to talk about Shirlyn.
Mark: Why are you so concerned about me anyway?
His sudden question took me by surprise.
Me: I guess I care about you as a friend?
Mark: I didn’t know we were that close.
Me: You should know I don’t have that many male friends. And I probably already slept with all of them. Hahahahaha.
Mark: Haha. That’s what I like about you actually.
Me: That I sleep with my friends?
Mark: No… You haven’t slept with me yet.
Me: Huh? You want me to?
Mark: I mean, all the girls, except for Jasmine and Shirlyn, technically, all they wanted was to sleep with me for whatever reason.
Me: They say you’re very good in bed. And I do want to sleep with you to find out if that’s true. Hahaha.
Mark: I know. But no. I don’t want you to find out. Haha.
Me: And you’re really accommodating and caring. If I’d gone to find anyone else back then after I was “assaulted”, I might have just ended up in a worse state.
Mark: You mean your other friends wouldn’t take care of you properly?
Me: If I’d gone to Tom, he’d probably just laugh. He’d try to comfort me, then we’ll end up having sex.
Mark: And you’d be in a worst state because?
Me: I was vulnerable. I’m sure Tom would use sex to distract me. I’d feel good for a while then after that probably feel disgusted with myself?
Mark: That’s why you shouldn’t anyhow meet people who PM you.
Me: I met you what. You turned out to be a fine choice. Haha.
Mark: I’m different. And it was you who PMed me first.
Me: That’s true. Anyway, have you spoken to Shirlyn recently?
Mark: Not exactly. Why?
Me: Oh.
Mark: Why?
Me: I had lunch with her.
Mark: She asked you out?
Me: Sort of.
Mark: Oh.
Me: You’re not gonna ask why?
Mark: I’m guessing to ask you to help ask me about my decision.
Me: Ah. Well, yeah.
Mark: I’m still undecided.
Me: If there was someone else who wanted to be with you, properly, not seeing others, just the two of you, would you?
Mark: Haha. Is that what Shirlyn said?
Me: Kind of.
Mark: Hahahahahaha. Highly doubt so.
Me: Why?
Mark: I don’t know what you think, but the first time we had sex, it was rather… how do I put it, like we kind of used each other?
Me: Did you use her?
Mark: I think I did. She was horny, I was horny. We had sex.
Me: Do you think it could have been more than that?
Mark: What do you mean?
Me: Maybe she really liked you and wanted to pursue a relationship with you, but she knew you wanted Jasmine so she took a step back?
Mark: I think if she really liked me, she wouldn’t have forced me.
Me: Were you forced?
Mark: It is kind of freaky when your supervisor suddenly kisses you out of nowhere.
Me: Hmm. But you kissed her back. And you moved out of the storeroom right? To her bedroom. Like hello, if that wasn’t a sign you wanted it…
Mark: Ok. It was pretty thrilling.
Me: Why? You got the bang your boss fetish?
Mark: No la. It’s just-
I leaned over suddenly and kissed him. His lips were really soft and moist. Wow. I was kind of surprised. I thought he was going to push me away but he did not, even parting his lips slightly to allow my tongue in as I licked his lips. But I stopped myself.
Mark: You ok?
Me: Yup? Just testing.
Mark: Testing or tasting?
Me: Testing. I never really properly kissed you before. Haha. Just testing. Maybe tasting also, but tastes like soju.
Mark: Why do you want to kiss me?
Me: I don’t know also. Why did Shirlyn kiss you?
Mark: I sort of felt like she was taking advantage of me.
Me: But you didn’t stop her. So you can’t really blame her if you’re sending out mixed signals.
Mark: And what are you doing now? Sending mixed signals too?
Me: Am I? I want to have sex with you. I already told you. I’ve already blown you.
Mark: I know you do. In a different situation I probably would want to as well.
Me: Really?
Mark: You’re really sexy. Who wouldn’t want to?
Me: Hahahahaha. I thought you said I’m not that hot?
Mark: I’m being honest now. Haha.
Me: Aww…
Mark: But seriously, wrong time wrong place la.
Me: Ya man. What’s it with you and married ladies? First Ann, then Jasmine, Nat, Crystal, Rebecca, now me…
Mark: I just did what I felt was right based on the situation?
Me: Ya right. You had every chance to take advantage of me back then. I mean I was naked and vulnerable. Like hello? Just comfort me, turn me on then ask me if I wanna have sex, I’m damn sure I’d have said yes.
Mark: Then you’d feel shitty afterwards.
Me: Probably. But you took care of me instead. Any normal horny guy would just have his way with me.
Mark: I’d like to think I’m different. Haha.
I unzipped him and slid my hand in.
Mark: What now???
Me: Just testing. Haha. Maybe a taste?
I was supposed to be talking to him about his situation, his feelings and possibly his inclination, yet here I was, satisfying my own curiosity. What a bitch I was being.
Mark took my hand out, removed his berms and boxers and sat there in just his t-shirt.
Mark: You want to use me? Go ahead.
I looked at him. I really couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Possibly that I was just like the rest of them. Only after his average cock and above average skills.
Mark removed my t-shirt, letting my breasts bounce free. He cupped them and looked into my eyes. But I don’t think it was desire I saw in them. It was more like a loneliness. He took one into his mouth, his lips encircling my nipple, his tongue flicking at it. I felt it harden. I instinctively reached for his cock. It was already semi-hard and twitching. I rubbed my thumb on the head, feeling the bit of pre-cum and coating it around. His fingers brushed against my other nipple as he squeezed my breasts, gently at first, then with slightly more force. I wrapped my palm around his stiff rod and wanked him slowly.
He moved to the centre of my chest, kissing me softly, moving upwards to my neck. I tilted my head back to allow him access as he ran his tongue gently along my collarbone. He pushed my hair back and kissed my neck. I moaned, softly at first, then slightly louder as he pinched my erect nipple.
Me: Oh fuck….. what are we doing?
He cupped my face and pressed his lips against mine, his tongue tracing all over the outline. My tongue met his and swirled around it. My heart was pounding wildly and I wanked him rather enthusiastically.
We must have kissed for five minutes or so before breaking away from each other. I removed my shorts and panties, revealing a patch of wetness. I brought his hand to my pussy, holding his finger and running it along the lips, shuddering as I did so.
He pushed me down onto the sofa, spreading my legs apart, and slid a finger in as he kissed me again. I felt his erection on my thigh, along with the stickiness of his precum. He moved down, kissing my neck again, my breasts, and finally reached my clit where he gently pulled up the hood and drew circles around it with his tongue.
Compared to Tom, who was more forceful and intense, Mark could maintain a gentle pressure/pleasure with his tongue and fingers. He savoured my abalone like it was some premium grade seafood. I grabbed my breasts and tweaked my nipples as he happily ate me. I wondered how long he must have been waiting to pay me back with amazing oral sex. It kind of made me wonder if I even did a good (blow)job the last time around. If this was his foreplay, I was eagerly anticipating the main course.
In recent months, I never had the pleasure of anyone eating me out for more than five minutes. Fifteen minutes in, Mark was still at it and making me crave badly for him to put his cock in me.
Me: Don’t stop… Stop…
I really couldn’t make up my mind. At least he was already ingrained to the task of torturing me with his fingers and tongue.
He finally stopped and looked at me.
Me: You have no idea how badly I want you.
He showed me his wrinkled fingers.
Mark: I think I know.
I jumped up and flipped him onto the sofa, pinning him down and straddling him. I shuddered again as I rubbed my pussy against his shaft, stopping just at his dickhead. I was breathing heavily and the sudden movement from lying down made me a little dizzy. I looked at him.
Mark: Only if you want to.
It was like consent was already given, but I looked at him again. Despite the consensual extended pleasure he had given me, I thought I still saw loneliness in his eyes.
I ground on his shaft again. Fuck it felt so good.
Mark: Do you want to?
I took a moment to compose myself before answering him.
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Originally Posted by
ouzo18
Sis June, how can you stop at the exciting part? Don’t blue balls us leh.
Read your last update make my imagination run wild….lol
I noticed it’s a tactic used by many of my fav writers leh… Seems to be working.
I got off Mark and sat down on the sofa. If he seemed surprised, he certainly didn’t show it.
Mark: Not testing anymore?
Me: No.
Mark: Ok then.
He sat up and pulled me towards him, and I lay my head on his chest as he put his arm around me. I was super tempted to put his cock in my mouth instead.
Me: Urgh. I’m so horny right now.
Mark: I can tell.
Me: You’re pretty horny too right?
Mark: I am.
Me: So how come we aren’t having sex? Haha.
Mark: You tell me. You got off. Maybe you decided not to be that kind of person?
Me: So this is what it’s all about?
Mark: Huh?
Me: Controlling your desires or instincts?
Mark: What do you mean?
Me: All this while you just went ahead with whatever whoever wanted whenever right? Means you gave in to their desires, or sometimes yours.
Mark: I suppose that’s correct.
Me: Are you testing me?
Mark: Haha. Why do I need to test you?
Me: You want to see if I’m going to take advantage of you like the others did. Do what I want with you.
Mark: I don’t think all of them took advantage of me. Some probably. The first time especially. I’m really ok if you want to hug and kiss all that, but I don’t want to go all the way.
Me: You just pleasured me with your mouth, made me so fucking horny, but you don’t want to go all the way?
Mark: I think I left that choice up to you.
Me: Seems like this is like a game to you. Seeing how far we can go before common sense or self-restraint kicks in.
Mark: Is it?
Me: Wah. I’ve no idea. You’re complicated. And you didn’t stop me when I blew you the last time. You just willingly pleasured me orally right? You really were willing right?
Mark: I do admit I enjoyed eating you.
Me: Sounds so cannibalistic.
Mark: You know what I meant.
Me: Yeah. You’re a gentle lover.
Mark: So why didn’t you just put it in? You don’t have a condom?
Me: I don’t know. Change of heart? Don’t want to piss you off?
Mark: You were already rubbing on it. Even if you slipped it in, I don’t think I could have stopped you in time.
Me: Argh. Stop tempting me.
Mark: You know you want it.
Me: I do. But I can’t do that to you. I won’t. I’m sorry.
He hugged me tighter.
Mark: Thank you then.
Me: You fucker. It was a test.
Mark: Yeah. Kind of.
Me: Why???? Now I have to wait for Mike to come back and rape him. Or call Tom over. Argh….
Mark: Look, I’m very comfortable around you, and this level of intimacy, I’m actually ok.
Me: I’m very comfortable around you too. Intimacy-wise, I don’t think I ever not ended up having sex with someone I was this intimate with.
Mark: I just don’t want our meet-ups to be purely physical.
Me: Hello? It’s pretty physical already. You just want someone to hug and kiss and touch is it?
Mark: Hahahahaha. No. I want someone I can be myself with when we hang out. Have fun. Not necessarily leading to sex.
Me: Hilarious.
Mark: I’m sorry too that you’re not getting the full package from me.
Me: Nah. It’s fine. You need to be willing. Otherwise what’s the point?
Mark: True. At least I can confirm you will stop at the limit.
Me: I will.
Mark: Means I can ask you for a favour.
Me: What?
Mark: I want to go away for a while. Will you accompany me?
Me: Huh? Go where?
Mark: Short holiday. Staycation?
Me: With me?
Mark: I don’t want to be alone. I’ve spent a lot of time alone. Just thinking.
Me: Oh.
Mark: Will you?
Me: Without sex right?
Mark: Yeah. Will you be ok with that?
Me: Will you be binge drinking again?
Mark: Maybe.
Me: Could you not? I’m really concerned.
Mark: We’ll drink less?
Me: Right. You better make sure.
Mark: I’ll try.
Me: Where are you intending to go though?
Mark: Some hotel?
Me: How about overseas?
Mark: Sure. Anywhere in mind?
Me: Bangkok? I can go shopping. Hahaha.
Mark: Ah.
Me: You don’t seem as enthusiastic as before.
Mark: I was thinking somewhere more chill, relaxing, maybe do a spa thing.
Me: Oh! Batam! My colleagues just went before CNY!
Mark: Hmm. Sounds good to me.
He took his phone and browsed.
Mark: Harris Resort? Looks good to me.
He showed it to me.
Me: Ok.
Mark: Don’t you need to ask your husband if you can go?
Me: I’ll tell him. Let’s just book it.
Mark: How many days?
Me: Hang on. I need to see how many days I can go without sex. Hahahahahaha.
Mark: What.
Me: Just kidding. 2 days? 3?
Mark: Monday to Wednesday?
Me: That’s fine.
Mark: End Jan? Back on 1 Feb.
Me: That’s a little fast. How about the week after?
Mark: Ok. I’m going to book the room.
Me: Ok. Do you need to let Jasmine know?
Mark: For what? I’m single.
Me: Erm. She wants to marry you. She proposed didn’t she?
Mark: Yeah. And I’m still thinking about it.
Me: True that. What about Shirlyn?
Mark: What about her?
Me: I think she wants to be with you.
Mark: Don’t be naive. They all have an agenda.
Me: So do I. I want to sleep with you. Hahaha.
Mark: Yes, but you respect me enough to be open about it, and you don’t force me to do it. Everything I did with you or let you do to me, it was consensual.
Me: You’re overthinking this.
Mark: I think I’ve not been thinking for myself for too long.
Me: Oh now then you realised it?
Mark: I knew it for a long time, I just didn’t want to admit it, or change the way things were too drastically.
Me: Right.
Mark: You know why I still fuck Nat?
Me: Because she’s open about it?
Mark: Yes. I used to think I did it to please Jasmine. But after all my conversations with her, I’ve accepted that I’m doing it for her, and not for Jasmine.
Me: Wah. Not really fair leh.
Mark: To who?
Me: Me la! Haha.
Mark: Deal with it. Haha.
Me: Haha. You’re terrible. Teasing me like that.
Mark: Just take it as I’m not ready to go to the next level with you?
Me: Does that mean I’m special to you?
Mark: I think so.
Me: Awww. Now I really want to jump on you and ride you. Hahahahaha.
Mark: Not possible.
He pointed at his crotch. His little bro had gone into hiding.
Me: You know that’s not a problem right? I’ve got hands and a mouth.
Mark: Haha. Let’s just continue drinking.
Me: Sure.
He opened another bottle.
By the time we were done, he had finished 8 bottles, while I managed 3.
I waited with him for his Grab again downstairs, kissed him goodbye again.
Mike still had not returned home from John’s place.
I kept wondering if he’d fucked April or not. I guess I’d found out if he came back and fucked my brains out.
But for now I just wanted to sleep. Maybe soju and me just didn’t mix.
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Originally Posted by
junior_cannibal
Mark is indeed a super irritating asshole.
After eating and making June horny, he decided to play passive ans see if she would go all the way.
Then talked about oversea trip. Whether it’s 1,2 or 3 nights sleeping in the same room, on the same bed, even if he continues to play passive, quite sure June will be horny enough to take the initiative to rape him.
Anyway, let’s see how the story becomes.
I agree. He’s very irritating. Haha. But ok la. It’s quite fun hanging out with him.
To my surprise, Mike got home pretty early, around 8am, and took a shower before gently waking me up.
Mike: Hey…
Me: Urgh. It’s so bright.
Mike: Want breakfast?
Me: How about your cock? Haha…
Mike: You didn’t?
Me: With Mark?
Mike: Was there anyone else here last night?
Me: No?
Mike: Something is seriously wrong with that guy.
Me: Nah. He’s just… confused probably.
Mike: Right. So breakfast?
Me: You’re not going to fuck me?
Mike: No? I’m hungry.
Me: Ok.
I guess nothing happened at John’s place. But I was getting hungry anyway so we headed out to the Mac’s to get breakfast.
After breakfast we just chilled on the sofa watching Netflix. I probably should get Mike interested in the shows I was currently watching, like Physical 100, unfortunately new episodes released on Tuesdays so that was weird to me. Perhaps it would get him out of his computer room more often.
In case anyone is wondering, Mike and I do have a normal, healthy sex life with each other, by local normals anyway, 2-3 times a week, not each session is mind-blowingly out of this world of course, but normal sexual intimacy kind of thing that married couples have. While I am, or possible was, the type that probably could and would have sex multiple times a day, with age catching up and all that, I don’t demand that of my partners.
Then again this is a sex forum, and who wants to read about the mostly vanilla sex experiences that a close to 40 married couple has with each other?
That being said, I appreciate the private messages from bros who genuinely want to chat, but I’m not looking for another FWB as I’ve got a very good one already, unless of course he decides that he suddenly prefers the younger, busty and horny, or older but in better shape than me occasional partners he currently sees.
And yes, I admit I’m highly intrigued by Mark. I do wanna fuck him badly despite him seemingly not fitting my preference of bigger than average penises. With him, it’s more of wanting the entire experience, not just sexual intercourse, which obviously I wouldn’t know other than what I’ve read and heard.
After dinner I casually told Mike I’d be going on a holiday with Mark.
Mike: Oh? You need permission?
Me: Do I?
Mike: You know my answer.
Me: Haha. Yeah.
Mike: Are you finally going to sleep with him?
Me: God knows.
Mike: I think you should just get it over and done with. I’m sure I can handle you having another FWB.
Me: And you?
Mike: What about me?
Me: FWB.
Mike: Don’t need one.
Me: You sure?
Mike: Pretty sure. The whole thing going on with Jasmine and the others seems pretty fun, but not for me. I don’t need a FWB. Why would I? I’ve got a fantastic wife.
I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not.
Me: But the things I do…
Mike: I think we both know that you’re someone who has a mind of your own, and doesn’t like to be controlled. We’re already at the stage where we should be enjoying our lives, why should I stop you from doing what you want? The last few years have been tough on you because of me. I’m well aware of that.
My heart was in my mouth already, did John tell him about my escort days? Did he stumbled upon the forum and read all about it? Did Tom sell me out?
Mike: I probably shouldn’t have changed careers so many times. Probably shouldn’t have gotten myself bonded to so many government agencies. I’m just glad that stage of life is over.
Me: Yeah. I’m glad too.
Mike: So please, go and have fun. Mark looks like he needs it. But remind him he can’t marry you. You’re mine. Haha.
Me: Actually, Jasmine proposed to him.
Mike: Hahaha! What? Serious?
Me: Yeah.
Mike: And he didn’t accept?
Me: He’s thinking about it.
Mike: You know, Jasmine did mention something like that before I think. I overheard her and Crystal talking about it.
Me: When you were over at their place?
Mike: Yeah. Was waiting for Tom to shower. Thought I heard her say something like that.
Me: Did she say if she’s going to be the same even if they’re married?
Mike: I wasn’t eavesdropping that well ya? I’m a lousy soldier, not a spy.
Me: Haha.
Mike: But I did hear something about Kate.
Me: Oh.
The mention of her name reminded me that she was waiting for me to accept her lunch invitation.
Mike: Something about she hoped Mark would accept Kate as well? Not so sure what that was about.
Me: Interesting.
Mike: Anyway, seriously, go have fun with him. He looked awful the last time I saw him. Like he’s only a year older right? His hair is already greying. I wonder when I’ll reach that stage.
Me: Maybe you don’t have the stress he does.
Mike: Oh yeah. Sales is super easy. Hahaha.
Me: I’m being serious.
Mike: So am I. I don’t know why I never considered sales before. I don’t even work 9-5.
Me: Lucky you then.
Mike: If his job is stressful, maybe he should switch.
Me: I’m pretty sure it’s not his job that’s causing him the stress.
Mike: Then tell him to marry Jasmine and live life. Haha.
Me: It’s really not that simple.
Mike: Perhaps. But sometimes it’s our own decisions that complicate our lives.
That was probably the most profound thing I’ve ever heard Mike say in years.
Me: It is, isn’t it?
Mike: Definitely.
Me: So what will you do when I’m gone?
Mike: Hang out with John? The dude’s in pretty bad shape.
Me: At his place?
Mike: I guess so.
Me: And April?
Mike: Haha. I’m sure she isn’t interested. Even though I woke up and again she was watching TV braless.
Me: She really never made a move on you?
Mike: No.
Me: Why don’t you make a move on her?
I don’t know why I suggested that.
Mike: Huh? Are you crazy? John’s my best friend!
Me: When John’s not around of course.
Mike: No way. She’s not getting a trial run. Hahaha.
Me: Haha. Poor Rebecca.
Mike: Anyway, since we’ve no plans later tonight, let’s catch a movie.
Me: Oh? Where?
Mike: Netflix. I saw this movie clip on Facebook. Looked quite interesting.
Me: Huh. I’ve been watching so much Netflix, I didn’t see anything remotely interesting.
Mike: It’s called Security.
Me: Is it another one of your military-type shows?
Mike: Nah. I think it’s more about security guards.
Me: Huh. How is that interesting.
Mike: The Facebook video looked interesting.
Me: Ok.
Mike: And it’s got Antonio Banderas.
Me: The puss in boots guy?
Mike: And Zorro, and other shows?
Me: No idea. But ok. Then you’ll watch Physical 100 with me.
Mike: Ah. Could I not? It’s demoralizing.
Me: Why?
Mike: I saw the trailer. Those bodies. I could have been like that.
Me: Right. I don’t need a bodybuilder. A skeleton racer I don’t mind though.
Mike: A what?
Me: One of the guys on the show la! His body is wow.
Mike: Would you fuck him?
Me: Hee… of course. If he had a nice cock.
Mike: Haha. Time to go to Korea again then.
Me: Really? Hahaha. I kind of felt you didn’t really enjoy it.
Mike: I loved the cold weather. The food, not so much.
Me: Haha. Maybe we can go Japan next time.
Mike: Sure. We can plan something for end of the year.
Anyway the show was horribly boring, and I practically fell asleep on Mike. I woke up hours later in bed to find him snoring away beside me. He must have carried me to the bed.
I went to take a quick shower and went back to the living room to let my hair dry naturally.
I didn’t know what to do so I just watched random YouTube videos on my phone. I certainly wasn’t expecting anyone to text me this late. But it was John.
John: Hey you awake?
Me: Did you text the wrong person?
John: No.
Me: What do you want?
John: Someone to talk to?
Me: Why me?
John: You’re her best friend.
Me: We haven’t met each other for years.
John: Still her best friend.
Me: So what do you want?
John: Do you think there’s any chance of reconciliation?
Me: How would I know?
John: I’m going to tell her we had sex.
Me: What the fuck?
John: I didn’t tell Mike, don’t worry.
Me: That’s not the point. What the fuck???
John: I’m not threatening you. But I just want her to know the truth.
Me: Which is?
John: After I slept with you, I couldn’t stop.
Me: And you’re thinking of blaming me?
John: I’m not blaming you. I just think maybe she’ll understand.
Me: Understand what?
John: I had needs she couldn’t fulfill.
Me: Like what?
John: I like big breasts.
Me: You shallow son-of-a-bitch.
John: I can’t help it.
Me: So now you want to reconcile because she went for surgery? Is that it? She’s your type now?
John: Well, yeah.
Me: If that’s the real reason I hope she fights for every single cent you’ve got. You’re disgusting.
John: Says the person who slept around for money.
I was so angry that I immediately blocked him.
But he was right. There were definitely better ways of getting money to clear the debts. I simply chose the convenient way.
But seeing how John was now made me really worried. Even though he said he wouldn’t tell Mike, if he did tell April, Mike would definitely find out.
Perhaps I should stop letting him hang out with John so often. Or perhaps I should just tell him first.
I spent the entire week fretting about what John had said. I wanted to unblock him and beg him not to say anything until I could gather my courage to tell Mike about it. But I suspected he’d just ask me to sleep with him in exchange for his silence.
In the end I just let things be for now. Given Mike’s temper and character, if he knew, he would have confronted me already. Perhaps John was aware of this, and was afraid that Mike would cause him bodily harm. Besides, despite being best friends, he had disappeared from his life for the past few years. Where was he when we were struggling? Would he have offered help if he could?
Anyway I was looking forward to my upcoming vacation with Mark. I never expected to actually go overseas alone with anyone other than Mike before, so this would definitely be an interesting change of scenery, especially since it was likely to be sexless.
The weeks passed without incident, Mike didn’t hang out with John during that period, and April didn’t text me. Maybe John had made an empty threat. Or maybe Mike was waiting for me to go overseas so he could pack up all my things and throw them out of the house.
Hilariously though, Mike actually offered to drive Mark and I to the ferry terminal on Monday morning before he headed to the office. We reached so early that we had some time to chill as we were taking the late morning ferry so we walked around Harbourfront Centre looking at the rows and rows of shuttered shops, eventually settling at the Starbucks.
Mark was unusually quiet. I wondered if it was because he was nervous about going overseas alone with a cock-hungry demon. Or perhaps he was quietly pondering upon his choices. But it was fine with me. I knew he would talk if he wanted to.
The ferry to Sekupang was fast. I couldn’t recall the last time I went to Batam, but we reached in less than an hour and got into a cab to get to the resort after he bought a few packs of cigarettes from the shop at the terminal.
I sort of remembered that there was supposed to be a shuttle bus or something that would pick us up, but Mark seemed to know what he was doing so I just followed. Worst case scenario would be we both got robbed or something. The driver was quite friendly though. I caught him looking at us through the rear view mirror a couple of times.
When we reached the resort, Mark paid the driver and we alighted. He lit up a stick immediately.
Me: Wow. That fast? I’m not kissing you until you brush your teeth. Haha.
Mark: Are we going to be kissing?
Me: I think we’re going to be doing more than kissing. Hahaha.
Mark: Nah. I don’t think so.
Me: Damn, you didn’t fall into my trap.
He ignored me and quickly puffed on his cigarette, before extinguishing it and tossing it aside. He only smoked like half a stick.
Me: Aren’t there any rules about littering here?
Mark: I’m sure there are, but look at the floor.
True enough, there were cigarette butts strewn everywhere.
Me: You didn’t finish your stick.
Mark: It’s ok. Cigarettes are damn cheap here. Should have bought a vape though. I thought I saw a shop.
Me: Oh? Why vape?
Mark: No bad smell?
Me: So we can kiss? Hahahaha.
Mark: Nah. So it doesn’t bother you.
Me: Your smoking doesn’t bother me la. I’m just teasing.
It was still to early to check-in so we hung around at the lobby, then poolside, had pizza for lunch, hung around some more, before finally checking in. Mark had already finished a whole pack of cigarettes by then. He was binge-smoking. I guess I probably should tell him to cut down on that as well, but hey, we’re on holiday, perhaps I should let him do what he wanted.
The room was a normal room, sadly, he got single beds, I guess I’d just squeeze with him onto one bed, and he could fuck me on the other and make me squirt all over the place.
I stripped and entered the bathroom first, intending to take a shower, and kind of hoping he would join me but he did not. Oh well, I was more or less expecting a sexless trip anyway. I came out wearing just a towel to see if he had any reaction but he was just staring out the window. I wondered what was so interesting. Perhaps I could ambush him while he was in the shower.
In the end, I just watched as he came out wearing a towel as well and we sat on separate beds, watching TV, just channel surfing.
I got bored and removed the towel, before heading to my bag to dig up some fresh clothes. I could sense his eyes on me, probably watching in curious anticipation.
Me: Like what you see?
Mark: Do you always walk around guys naked?
Me: Just the guys I’m comfortable with.
Mark: Seriously?
Me: Why?
Mark: You’re giving me a hard-on.
Me: Oh?
I sauntered over and flipped up his towel.
Me: Oh my.
His little brother was sticking up like a rod.
Me: Why are you this hard?
Mark: Natural reaction. You are a sexy lady.
I gave it a little flick.
Mark: Hey!
Me: Damn I should jump on you right now.
Mark: Please don’t.
Me: Yeah… I won’t. But wow. If only Tom got this hard just looking at me. Mike still does though thankfully. Wow.
Mark: Yeah well, I need it to go down if we’re ever going for our massage.
Me: You booked me a spa session?
Mark: Why not? Couples massage, you’re ok right?
Me: Oooo. We could fuck in the room. And it’s not as though you never saw me naked before. Hahaha.
Mark: You wish. We’ll get caught and sent to jail.
Me: I think one day you’ll give in.
Mark: Maybe. Maybe not.
Me: You tease.
Mark: Come on. I’m not that great.
Me: Which guy books a spa day for his girl?
Mark: Oh. Oops. There’s nothing else much to do here. Watersports?
Me: There’s one kind of watersports that everyone seems to be engaged in…
Mark: What? Oh… No…
Me: Haha. Do I at least get to blow you?
Mark: Once wasn’t enough?
Me: Hardly. You enjoyed it right?
Mark: Yeah…
Me: 69?
Mark: It’s just going to lead to sex.
Me: I can control myself. Can you?
Mark: I honestly don’t know. And I don’t have condoms.
Me: Oh. Never mind then.
Mark: So please get dressed. We’re going for a massage.
Me: Fine.
I put on a t-shirt and shorts, no underwear. Doubt I’d get caught for indecent exposure since I was going to be nearly naked there anyway.
After a relaxing 2 hour long massage, I refused to get dressed, throwing off the towel and beckoning Mark to come over and take me. Obviously he refused.
It was almost dinner time so we headed back to the room and showered. Mark brought me to a seafood place a short cab ride away. He seemed to know the area pretty well. I wondered if he’d been here with Jasmine before. Or perhaps Ann. Or maybe even Isabelle. Maybe he had a side chick or secret wife in Batam who nobody knew about, but I think it was highly unlikely as he spoke only English. Guess his bahasa was not fluent or he really didn’t know a single word of it.
I think I probably overdosed on crabs and prawns that night. Mark was really kind, peeling all the seafood for me after seeing me struggle with a crab claw. No wonder he was in such high demand. Kind, considerate and caring. Fucks well too apparently. The perfect man.
I collapsed on the bed after showering when we reached back while Mark went wandering around the resort. I didn’t know what he was doing or where he was going but he returned with a bucket of ice and a few bottles of coke.
Me: What’s this?
Mark: Ice?
Me: Is this for some kinky sex play?
Mark: Wow. Why are you linking everything to sex?
Me: Why not?
Mark: Just because you keep talking about it doesn’t mean it’s gonna happen ok?
Me: Yeah. I know.
He pulled out a huge bottle of Jack Daniels from his bag.
Me: Where did you get that from?
Mark: Duty free. You were in the washroom.
Me: What the.
Mark: Well I’m drinking. You can join me if you want.
Me: If we get drunk, can we have sex?
Mark: No.
Me: Dammit.
Mark: You probably wouldn’t remember how good it was anyway.
Me: Argh! You’re teasing me again.
Mark: I am.
Me: Urgh. Let’s just drink. Slowly ok?
Mark: I intend to finish this entire bottle while we’re here.
Me: What?
Mark: I’ve finished an entire bottle by myself before.
Me: In two nights???
Mark: One whole day actually.
Me: Do me a favour.
Mark: What? Eat your pussy?
Me: Oh. That I definitely don’t mind. But not that.
Mark: What then?
Me: Please see a doctor when you’re back. Health screening.
Mark: Hahaha. I’m fine la.
Me: Please. The way you drink. It scares me.
Mark: Can I say the way you have sex scares me?
Me: What the fuck???
He poured two glasses of jack and coke and handed one to me. I liked it. It was sweet. But I noticed he put way more coke in mine.
Me: Oi. You’re not burdening your liver alone. Haha.
Mark: I can handle it. Don’t know about you. I don’t want to have to reject you forcefully when you try to have sex with me.
Me: Hahaha. Not going to happen. I’ll probably have to protest unconvincingly when you try to have sex with me.
Mark: You wish.
Our playful banter carried on till the wee hours of the morning and half the damn bottle was finished. I don’t know what actually happened but I woke up under the covers naked when the sun was shining brightly.
Mark was in the balcony smoking. I didn’t know that was allowed but perhaps he didn’t care.
Me: Hey… what happened last night? Please tell me you made love to me.
Mark: Oh you’re awake.
Me: Did we have sex? I can’t remember.
Mark: You puked all over yourself. I washed you and your clothes. They’re hanging over here to dry.
He pointed at the chair beside him.
Me: God dammit. Why is it so hard to have sex with you?
Mark: You crave more for what you can’t get? Hahaha.
Me: Asshole.
Mark: Hey. It was tough ok? I was fighting my erection while washing you. How the hell do you puke into your t-shirt?
Me: I’m sure I did that on purpose.
Mark: Right. Anyway, 1 hour left to free breakfast. You up for it?
Me: Your sausage on the menu?
Mark: The cafe.
Me: Urgh. Ok. Let me get dressed.
We went for breakfast and headed back to the room after. I was having a massive headache so we stayed in all day. Mark could have gone out and had fun by himself but instead, he booked another massage for us since I was sort of hung over. The rest of the time was spent in bed, fully clothed, with me cuddling next to him. This guy was really one kind of special.
Dinner was at the cafe again and we finished the rest of the Jack Daniels that night. Or rather he finished most of it, along with the rest of his cigarettes.
We slept in the same bed that night, after I forced him to brush his teeth multiple times. I really liked how close we were on that tiny bed. We kissed for a pretty long time. I was even able to count how many teeth, less the back teeth, he had with my tongue. Obviously my tongue wasn’t that long.
Occasionally I would fondle his erection and he’d just let me, knowing that I wouldn’t go further than he allowed. His sticky precum coated my fingers and I spread them around the head, playing with his foreskin. How was he able to control himself? If it was Mike or Tom, I’d be getting fucked hard already. Maybe to Mark the emotions really mattered a lot to him. In that case, I would probably have to be on Team Shirlyn’s side, assuming everything she told me was the truth. Jasmine could go fuck Kate all she wanted. She didn’t need Mark. Didn’t deserve him I think. None of us did in fact.
We were behaving like horny teenagers who weren’t allowed to have proper sex. The furthest Mark did was finger me gently while massaging my breasts. I was so tempted to just pin him down but I didn’t want to disappoint him.
Eventually we just fell asleep in each other’s arms, still fully clothed but with sticky nether regions. That asshole made me wet from just kissing and touching. And of course his fingers.
The next day we checked out and took the hotel transport back to the ferry terminal. He sent me home in a Grab before heading home himself.
In the end, I never really got to talk to him about Jasmine or Shirlyn, but I could feel that he somehow enjoyed the short trip overseas. No doubt he could have gone by himself, but I think me being there helped him a little. I don’t think he was the type to engage in self-harm behaviour, other than his binge drinking and smoking, but I was glad I could be there with him.
As for me, I was fucking horny and practically raped Mike when he came home. As usual, he was surprised that Mark managed to deny me again. But I think between us it was more of a respect thing.
I asked Mike about John, but he said that weirdly John had not contacted him for a while and he was getting worried. Maybe John was taking time out to reflect on his intentions and possible threat he made to me. Or maybe Mike already knew and he was planning how to murder me and dispose of the body. Or maybe I was overthinking this thing again.
But I knew I couldn’t and shouldn’t keep it hidden from him for too long. It was like a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off. I ought to be honest with him and I admit that I have been less than honest.
I sought out Tom for his advice and obviously he said I should tell Mike. Especially if John was planning to stir some shit. The hilarious thing was, Tom actually offered to be around in case Mike got violent. I thought that was something only Mark would offer to do. But I told him no. It’s something I had to do for myself, by myself.
Valentine’s day came and went and I still had not told Mike yet. John was still missing thankfully.
April did text to wish me a happy Valentine’s day though. Which was kind of weird since growing up we actually hated Valentine’s day. It was seriously pointless in my opinion for girls to be giving girls flowers or chocolates. I highly suspect if we were in co-ed schools, I might have lost my virginity way earlier, considering the amount of blue films we both watched back then.
The weekend fast approached. I could barely concentrate at work. Kate was still waiting for me to have lunch with her but I declined on the pretense that I was busy.
I was going to tell Mike that weekend, if he killed me, so be it. But it was more of how to handle April. She would absolutely be devastated if she knew that I was one of the reasons why her husband strayed. I really felt like shit now. On hindsight, I should have just slammed the door shut in his face.
But it was too late for regrets now and all I could think about was working towards a positive outcome.