The Swap

Sorry for the hiatus, some health and personal issues have taken the toll on me, but I am now good. Hopefully I can re-kindle all of your interest in this story.

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The next morning, I woke up to this message:

“Can I also spit on your cock and suck you?”

For a moment, I thought I was dreaming, still blurry from having just woken up.

I looked at the name of the sender.

Susan!

Ah Hock must have shared Tanya’s message with her.

I quickly nudged Tanya up to check her phone.

“I want to sleep a bit more… go away!”

“Quick check your phone, your Hock Tuah cock photo is waiting for you!”

“Really?” said an awakened Tanya who instantly reached out for her phone.

True enough, there it was in all its glory, Ah Hock thick black cock.

“Looks really yummy…” said Tanya to herself, forgetting momentarily that I was next to her.

“Eh, care about your laogong’s feelings a bit can?”

“Ooops.. sorry… yes, it may look yummy, but I was very satisfied with the cock that fed me last night,” said Tanya as she planted a kiss on my lip.

“That’s more like it… “

“By the way, how do you know that Ah Hock has sent me a photo?”

“Hehe… cause Susan messaged me too..” and I shared Susan’s message with Tanya.

She immediately reached out to my cock.

“Wah, one message like that and can get my laogong so hard!” she said, with a hint of jealousy.

“Partly that and partly morning wood la… it may have turned me on, but it was my laopor’s pussy that satisfied my appetite last night. Speaking of which, so where did that black lacy piece come from last night?”

“Hehe… after all that talk with the girls, we were all quite turned on and we ended up at La Senza buying a piece each. The salesgirl thought we were crazy as we were laughing and giggling while choosing our pieces. She was quite pissed too as she was about to close the store but we were taking our own sweet time.”

“So you mean all of you were okay with Janice and her husband joining in our swap?”

“Janice yes…. Her husband… we still have to talk about it… we understand he is in a wheelchair, correct?”

“Yes…”

“Let’s talk about this later. I am hungry! Shall we go get some good chicken rice? I am so over all the angmoh food that I had to bring my China colleagues.”

We went to our usual favourite chicken rice place. There was a queue as it was lunch time. We stood by the five-foot way queueing for our table.

We were both just fiddling with our phones when I heard someone said “Excuse me.”

I turned slightly and I noticed I was blocking a wheelchair from passing through. I quickly moved aside. “Sorry.”

As the wheelchair went past me, a lady followed suit behind. She turned and looked at me, then flashed a smile.

By now Tanya would’ve also made space for me to accommodate the wheelchair passing when she saw the lady smiling at me.

“Oh hi Tom, fancy bumping into you here.”

“Oh oh.. hi… yea what a coincidence,” I was totally surprised by the coincidence that I wasn’t sure if I should respond to her by her name. But before I could say anything…

“Hi, I am Janice. You must be Tom’s wife. And this is my husband Bryan.”

“Oh hi… hello,” was all Tanya could reply. I bet she must also have been as surprised as I am.

“Oh hi Tom!” came the distinctive Irish accent from Bryan.

“Anyway, we got to go. Catch up soon yea,” said Janice before she flashed another smile at me.

I looked at Tanya, Tanya looked at me.

“So that is Janice….” she said with a cheeky smile.

That chicken rice lunch was filled with Tanya giving me “the look” and said now she understood why we boys agree to let Janice join the swap.

“Looks like I must tell the girls that I just saw Janice in real life, and how I now understand why our husbands are going gaga over her,” she said with a laugh.

“Not gaga la..” I tried to defend us boys.

“Just kidding la.. quickly finish up, I want to go get some things from the pet shop later.”

In the car, she was busy texting and I could see her giggling at times.

“You texting the girls?” About Janice?”

“Yes.. but don’t worry, I did not sell you boys out. I rather Jane and Amy see Janice in person and make their own judgements of their husbands’ choice of the new female swap partner. Eh ok… just wait for me in the car, I’ll go get the pet stuff – so hot I’d rather you leave the aircond on.”

“Ok, need help let me know.”

I thought it’d be the best opportunity to text the boys about how I just bumped into Janice and her husband. As I was busy texting, I saw from my peripheral vision a mobile phone lighting up. Tanya’s phone must have slipped from her pocket as she was getting out of the car.

It was at this point when I saw the message preview “So you mean the husband is yummy?”

I was surprised to see that. All I could think of was what was the preceding message that led to this question? It has to be that Tanya told the girls that Janice’s husband is good looking, or yummy in their language.

Somehow that had some effect in my loins being stirred. To think that my wife actually finds Bryan good looking despite his baldness. But more importantly, does that mean my wife saw past his wheelchair? And what was it in him that attracted her?

So many questions, but I didn’t want to burst her bubble by asking her – which would also mean she knew I saw her message – although it was by accident- and we have always been open and transparent to each other with our handphones and our messages – we knew each other’s password and we have nothing to hide. But I thought it best not to embarrass her, especially given that the wives have not actually met Janice and her husband formally.

“Wah so so hot out there!” said Tanya the moment she got into the car.

“Ah, and I knew I dropped my phone in the car,” she said as she picked up her phone from the seat.

I saw her noticing that the girls replied her. She looked at me. I pretended to concentrate on driving.

“Wah lau this car in front move so slow” I said to deflect attention.

After finishing all her texting, Tanya then asked, “So just now that Bryan, that is Janice’s husband who is in the wheelchair right?”

“Err… yea…..”

“How do you find him?”

“I actually only met him once, that also was very brief. But from that meeting, I find him quite a nice guy, but with some typical AMDK attitude at times given the way he spoke to me and the boys. Either that, or I was too conscious about the fact that he is an expat.”

“What about his wheelchair?”

“His handicap you mean.. he was involved in a hit and run, kesian also la. And honestly, I think it takes a lot for the wife to stay by his side in spite of what happened to him.”

“The HOT wife you mean…” said Tanya cheekily, taking every opportunity to tease me.

“That has nothing to do with hot or not la…”

“Hehe.. just wanna kacau you la.. but I know what you mean. To remain in the marriage despite his handicap means she truly loves him.”

After a slight pause, “Would you if it were me?”

“Huh?”

“If today I got in an accident and say I became an amputee, would you still stay with me?”

“Laopor, I would’ve thought given our love and understanding of each other, you would know my answer without even asking me.”

“Yes, I do know your answer, but it is nice sometimes to hear you say it.”

“Yes I will stay with you laopor, no matter what.”

“Even if it means I am limited in my mobility and ability in day-to-day activities, and that includes maybe not being able to make love to you like an abled-body person?”

“Yes… even that. Sex is not the be-all and end-all. There are so many other ways for us to connect and to be intimate.”

“Wah, your answers are all getting me teary.. ok, more brownie points credit to you… but yea, as a woman, I feel for her to as her husband is not able to satisfy her. I heard he is paralysed waist down, meaning his manhood cannot work right?”

“Yea… so from what we understand is that he only engages in sex with Janice by his tongue and fingers.”

“So assuming if we gals say ok to the swap, how is he participating?”

“We have not gone deep into the details, because that is a matter for you girls to discuss with him, but the position now is that he said he is doing the swap more for Janice than for himself. He wants Janice to be satisfied, and he said he is a cuckold himself, so he’ll get satisfaction from that. As for his participation, he said if any of the wives wants to engage with him, he is open to anything except for his limitation that is fucking.”

“So you mean we can also engage him in the swap?”

“Yes… going by your questions… are you intending to do so?”

“I don’t know yet… the sight of having a man sit in his wheelchair does not necessarily turn me on you know… but truth be told, I find him quite cute. And I can tell from his physique, he works out.”

That answered the questions I had about Tanya’s perception of Bryan.

“But let’s say if you can see past his wheelchair, there is a chance of you doing things to him or him doing things to you?”

“Maybe.. it really depends on the chemistry.”

I smiled at Tanya.

“Whatever you find comfortable, I will support you laopor.”

She smiled back.

“Ok, I will “report” back to the girls about my chance encounter with Bryan, and will let you know when we are ready to meet. I understand there is to be a makan session with Janice and Bryan so that we get to know each other before the actual swap right?”

“Yup. I am sure Brian, that is our Brian, will arrange that. By the way, angmoh Bryan said to call him “Blyan.”

“Why Blyan?”

“Because he said that is how people here call him, Blyan,”

“Hahaha… he is quite funny” Tanya laughed.

Somehow, I could tell that my wife is quite taken by Blyan.

That night I met up with the boys for a quick catch up at our usual watering hole.

“Amy seems ok with the swap with Janice and her husband. What about your wives?” asked Andy.

“Yup, Tanya is fine too, especially given we bumped into Janice and her husband earlier today. Speaking of coincidence! But I suppose it was a good thing too to let Tanya see them in person. I am sure my wife has told both your wives how Blyan looks like.”

“Yea, Jane told me about Tanya’s message and how she described Blyan as “yummy”. Looks like your Tanya is taken by Blyan,” said Brian.

“So that means all set la! Let’s quickly arrange for the dinner. Or could the dinner then continue with the swap?” asked Andy eagerly.

“I think it is better to have the dinner separately from any potential swap. Let’s not rush into it.”

“I agree with Tom. The last thing we’d want is for anyone to have an unpleasant experience. Apart from getting everyone to know each other during the dinner, it’ll be a good time to steer the conversation towards the swap, get an indication of everyone’s feel of it, and more importantly if we need to set any rules. I suggest using our first swap session rules as a template”.

“Good, we’ll leave it to you Brian to arrange for the dinner then – the sooner the better given that everyone is now keen on this swap.”

“Yea, yea… the sooner the better… hehe,” quipped a lecherous sounding Andy, “Cannot wait for this swap to take place! Let’s have the dinner in one of those Japanese restaurants private room, where you sit on the floor. Wah lau, macham those Japanese porn where they have orgy after dinner.. haha…”

“You siao ah! Blyan wheelchair, how to go on the floor?” said Brian as he gave Andy a playful smack on his head.

“Eh yea hor.. sorry sorry… ok then Chinese restaurant lor, but must get a private room la.”

“I agree, let’s book a restaurant where we can get a private room, easiest would be in a Chinese restaurant,” the very few occasions where I concurred with Andy.

“Ok, leave it to me, I know of a good place where we can go,” said Brian as he finished up his drink.

Given Brian’s efficiency, and everyone’s eagerness, within a few days’ dinner was set for the following Saturday night. We were each to inform our respective wives and Brian to liaise with Janice.

It was Wednesday and both Tanya and I were caught up in the humdrum of work. We barely saw each other much the past 2 days as she was out earlier than I am in the morning, and she would be asleep by the time I am home.

I got a text from her around 5pm “Laogong, dinner tonight? Sorry we have been missing each other the last few days.”

“Of course laopor, I was about to ask you too if we can do dinner tonight.”

“Zhi-zhar?” was our next message to each other.

“Hahahaha… great minds think alike,” I responded.

“More like horny minds think alike,” responded Tanya before she sent me a photo of her boobies. I could see clearly it was taken in her office.

“I just sent this to Mark. And see his response?”

Next was a photo of Mark’s thick black cock.

“Wah, no wonder someone wants zhi-zhar la… ok, I’ll see you in say 45mins time?”

“Ok… see you laogong.”

As I was driving to pick Tanya up, I couldn’t help but to wonder what she has been texting Mark. And given Mark’s limited English, was he just responding with photos or does he send voice message to Tanya? But knowing him, I don’t think he would take the initiative, it must be more from Tanya’s side.

As for me, I have not texted Susan much except for that photo of my cock when she asked for it the other day. I must say I was rather disappointed she did not respond with a photo of her wet pussy (I was hoping for that), she just responded with her voice message where she said she loved my cock so much. Beggars can’t be choosers though, and truth be told I was rather turned on by her sweet and lusty voice when she said that.

I suddenly felt naughty. I sent Susan a voice message “I am heading to your store soon, and I want you to take off your panties and give it to me later.”

I was half expecting her not to reply given I know how busy she’d be during dinner time, but on the other hand I was also hoping she’d read it at least.

I pulled up at the carpark near the MRT station. Tanya texted she’s about 5 mins away. I checked my phone, my message to Susan was still unread. I replayed Susan’s voice message to me just for the heck of it.

I put my phone down and was just listening to the radio. Tanya reached the car not long after that.

“Oh my god, now I know why sometimes I’d rather leave the office much later. Train was packed like sardine. Ok let’s go, I am very hungry,” said Tanya as she directed the aircond vent directly at herself to cool down.

“Hungry for food or something else? Hehe…”

“Haha… a bit of both I suppose. Don’t tell me you are not looking forward to see your Susan as well?”

“Not as anxious as you I suppose.. judging by the sexy photos you have been exchanging with Mark. So tell me, have you both been messaging each other?”

“Errrm… not really la. I just texted him the usual boring stuff like good morning, hope you have a good day. As you said, just to keep the communication alive to keep the fire and anticipation for the next round.”

“hahaha… good morning and hope you have a good day? How to keep the fire and anticipation alive with such messages?” I laughed loudly but regretted the moment I said that.

“Eh, so you want all my messages to Mark to be sexual? I can do that…”

“Don’t have to be all la, just some light sexting would be good.”

“You say so much, what about you? Have you been sexting Susan?”

“Errr… no… but…”

“See, you are also not doing your part,” quipped Tanya.

“… but I just did a moment ago while waiting for you, have a look at my phone…”

Tanya read my last message to Susan.

“Aiyo, poor you, message sent almost 10mins ago but still not read, at least I got a photo reply from Mark.”

I knew Tanya was saying that to rub it in to me, especially given how I laughed at her just now.

“Sorry laopor, sorry I laughed at you just now. That was very insensitive of me.” I showed her my very sorry and ke-lian face.

“Sorry no cure. Treat me to a good dinner!” she said with a manja face.

“Not a problem Boss!”

We reached Susan and Mark’s store. I could see the crowd was building up, both eating in and take away.

Susan and Mark were so busy they did not notice us approaching their store. One of their staff attended to us and was guiding us to a nearby table. It was at this point that Mark turned around and saw us.

“Ah Ching, they are here,” he said to Susan as he carved a slight smile on his face to us.

Susan hurried to us.

“Eh should tell us you coming and I can save you a better table,” said Susan as she took over from her staff.

“No la, we know you’d be busy. It’s ok, sit anywhere is fine also,” replied Tanya.

“Ok ok… what do you want? Your usual fried rice, sweet sour pork and some vegie?”

“You know us so well, yes please, we are very boring people when it comes to food,” said Tanya as she turned her glance to Mark and gave him a smile.

And for the first time, Mark smiled to Tanya, a real genuine smile marked with happiness.

Susan caught sight of it and she then turned to me and flashed me an equally happy smile.

“You all wait for a while ah, will get the food to you all very soon. Wati, order minum sini,” she said before she hurried back to help Mark.

“So sweet hor the smile,” said Tanya softly into my ear.

“Not as sweet as yours,” I replied.

We both let out a small laugh.

Dinner was uneventful after that. I mean, I don’t expect Susan or Mark to come over to chit chat with us. They were so busy. They do occasionally look at us as if to ask us if the food was ok, do we need more rice, etc.

But in exchange for the lack of interaction verbally, we did have interaction with our eyes with both of them.

Tanya was observing Mark run the store as she was eating. The way he handled the cooking station was very much a sight that Tanya was enjoying as his arm muscles flexed everytime he was working with the wok with all that tossing and frying.

As for me, I was just enjoying the sight of Susan with her ponytailed hair and in her simple clothes. I can only fantasise the scent on her body, her natural scent plus some sweat.

Mark was indeed very generous with our food portion today, so much so that we had to take away.

I was saying goodbye to Mark as Tanya was getting the takeway from Susan. Right before we step away, each spouse again was flashing a sweet smile to the other spouse. I think that must be our way of saying “I miss you.”

“Wah double dose sweetness tonight hor from Mark?”

“You don’t say so much, I saw your smile which translated to “I miss you” to Susan too ok?”

“Ok ok… we are both guilty as charged with some light flirting.”

“But too bad for my laogong, Susan didn’t read your message. It’s ok, you might have something else to look forward to later.”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

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“You will see,” she said coyly before answering a call from her colleague.

Whilst Tanya was gossiping away with her colleague, my mind drifted to the sights of Susan that greeted my eyes earlier. She really looked so Japanese-y when her cheeks got all rosy against her fair complexion. And that ponytailed hair of hers… so seductive. If I were Mark, I would make love to Susan every night after closing the store. The smell of her sweat plus her natural scent… oh my, I was getting a slight boner thinking about it.

What more the smell of her panties with all the sweat and natural pussy smell after a whole day of working in that hot kitchen environment. I would die a happy man if I can be the gusset of her panties. My thoughts went back to her black panties with fresh pussy juices that I smelled the other night at their place.

“Hello.. daydreaming ah?”

My panty-smelling fantasy was abruptly cut off by Tanya.

“Huh? Sorry? What?”

“I asked if we want to drop by Cold Storage to buy some fruits.”

“Er.. ok yea, can.”

By the time we got home, I was dead tired. I hit the shower first while Tanya attended to our four-legged kid.

Before I hit the shower, I checked my phone again. Nope, Susan has yet to listen to my voice message. Sigh. Looks like I’ll just have to continue to re-live the smell of her panties in my head.

“Laopor, I am done, your turn,” I called out at Tanya as I stepped out of the shower.

“Nah, for your pleasure,” she said cheekily as she walked past me naked and handed me with her scrunched-up panties.

I was very excited given I have been fantasising about smelling Susan’s panties.

Like a little boy unwrapping a present, I unfolded the scrunched-up panties, knowing exactly where the final destination was to be – the gusset. There it was in its glory, with some dried-up white marks but also with the unmistakenly fresh pussy juices just deposited into the gusset.

I lay myself on the bed and I took the gusset near to my nose and took a long slow inhalation of my wife’s wonderful pussy smell. A mix of sweat, pee and the pussy smell – intoxicatingly sending all the blood gushing into my manhood.

I spent the next few minutes continuing to smell the panties, stroking my now fully-erect cock, watching some porn on my phone and imagining the potential love-making session that very likely will be taking place with my wife.

Tanya stepped into the room from the shower.

“Wow, look at you mister, enjoying yourself eh?”

“Very much indeed madame, look at the power of your pussy smell, thank you for this!” I said as I continued stroking my cock and smelling her panties.

“Am very glad you are enjoying it,” she said as she was applying lotion on her beautiful body.

“By the way, I notice quite a bit of fresh pussy juice. I am guessing that must be induced by you watching Mark earlier?”

“Not only watching, but some fantasising too.. hehe,” she said with a giggle.

“So, I am assuming this is the “something else” that you said I could look forward to.”

“Nope, not this one. There is something else.”

“There is something else that could be better than your fresh pair of panties? Which by the way is giving me such a raging hard-on, can you come over to help your laogong ease the ache on this cock?”

“Don’t think I can help you tonight laogong, I can feel my period coming anytime soon.”

“Oh, what a bummer! Guess I will have to self-service tonight.”

“Well, I am sure you can manage, just make sure you don’t rock the bed too hard, I am going to sleep soon, another early start tomorrow,” said Tanya as she slipped into her t-shirt and her granny panties – a sign that she was wearing her pad.

There goes all the sexcitement – poof in an instant. Even my cock went flaccid after hearing it was code red tonight.

“Ok then, I will head out to watch some TV, join you in a bit. Good night laopor,” I said as I kissed Tanya goodnight.

I plonked myself on the couch and as I was reaching for the tv remote, something on the coffee table caught my eye. It was pinkish in colour.

With only the night lamp on in the corner of the living room, I was struggling to make out what it was. Was it a used tissue or was it Tanya’s scrunchie?

I reached out to it, felt very cotton-y.

Just then my phone buzzed. It was a message from Tanya.

“I am assuming you have found that other “something else”.  Enjoy!”

Huh? What?

I then brought that thing near to me.

It was another panties! Huh? Did Tanya wear 2 panties tonight?

“Another panties from you?”

“Well, I am sure she smells different from me. And given that it is still pretty fresh from the source too.”

Huh? Fresh? And from what source? What is she talking about?

That is when a voice message came through, this time from Susan.

“Sorry I didn’t see your voice message until Tanya told me just now. Hope my smell can satisfy you.”

It all then fell into places. Tanya must have told Susan about my message when we were at their store earlier, and Susan must have passed her panties to Tanya for me. But that would also mean in her state of being so busy, she still found the time to take off her panties for me! And she spent the rest of her evening panty-less! That is such a turn on!

So, that was what Tanya meant by I might have something else to look forward to later. That something else was Susan’s fresh panties!

I immediately texted Tanya “I just received Susan’s voice message… wow laopor, I dunno what to say…”

She replied “just say thank you and tell me in detail tomorrow how she smells after you have had a good self-service session. xoxo”

I was just stunned and was trying to comprehend the fact that my lovely wife just helped me acquire Susan’s panties for me.

I held Susan’s panties and slowly found my way to the gusset. I could see some faint discharge stain. I then put it close to my nose, and like earlier, I took a long slow inhalation of Susan’s smell. She smelled different from Tanya’s – Susan’s pussy smell was stronger, together with a mix of sweat and pee smell. But definitely much more intoxicating to me – especially given that this was the pussy I just fucked not too long ago and I was still yearning for it.

I started wanking myself as I kept sniffing Susan’s pussy while imagining fucking her. The scenes of us fucking in her house came back to my mind. “Aaaarrgghh… fuck me Tom… fuck me…” Those dirty talking from Susan kept playing in my head. I recall her blushed face and her B-cup boobs moving vigorously as I fucked her hard.

It didn’t take me long, especially with the fresh smell of Susan’s pussy. I came hard. Having not masturbated for a few days, I ejaculated a lot and my semen was thick. I took a video of my still fully erect cock, the thick semen and Susan’s panties next to my cock.

I sent the video to Susan.

“Thank you my dear, your smell satisfied me so so much! How I wish I can get to see, smell and taste your pussy again.”

That night I slept so so well, clutching on to Susan’s panties.

The next morning, as usual, Tanya has left for work before me. As I was heading out the door, I saw a post-it note on the dining table “Don’t forget to share with me! Afterall, I played a big part in your satisfaction last night! Hehe”.

My cheeky Tanya, which I am so appreciative for. After being married for so many years, she still was able to keep the chemistry going between us, keeping it naughty and flirty.

“Thank you to you laopor, I had an amazing session last night! I came so hard and so much! Susan’s smell was just as intoxicating as yours, but hers was with more sweat smell, apart from her pee and pussy smell. But what turned me on even more was that she took the effort to take it off for me, and to think that she was panty-less after that whilst helping at her store!”

“Happy to hear that! Hmm… I wonder what Mark thinks of my pussy smell… I wonder… anyway, heading into the first of the many BORING meetings for the day. I will be late, don’t wait up.”

“Have a good day laopor… and I hope Mark has an answer for you… hehe.. love you!” I knew my wife would be texting Mark that day.

“Oi, are we all set for dinner this Sat?” asked Andy in our boys’ chat group.

“Yes we are, I have informed Janice and Blyan. No issue with the choice of restaurant. Just make sure we go easy with the mala stuff when ordering.”

“So, just dinner? No chance of any notti stuff? Haha…” asked Andy hopefully.

“Well, that is the plan. But, who knows right? Given that she and her husband are so anxious about the swap. But I doubt it if our wives are ready, especially Jane and Amy who have never met them yet.” I said, trying to manage expectations.

Personally speaking, even if Tanya is ready, I wouldn’t even know how I would react physically and emotionally to see Amy and Jane being attacked by Blyan, or worse still, them giving themselves to Blyan. But I definitely have no qualms attacking Janice again. Hehe… typical selfish male mindset, wants everything to myself but would think twice about sharing what I consider to be my possessions (ie, both Amy and Jane’s bodies).

“I don’t think everyone would be mentally prepared for anything physical that night,” came the voice of sanity from Brian, “sorry to dampen the mood, but I agree with what Tom says.”

“Aiseh man, thought might got tiny bit of chance. I have been preparing by singing praises of Blyan to Amy.. haha.. maybe you both could try too…” said Andy, again with hope.

“Well, let’s just play by ear, shall we?”

“I agree with Brian.”

That ended our chat that Thursday afternoon.

I was about to call it a day after a full day of meeting prospective clients, rushing from one end of the island to another when I received a message from Tanya.

“Laogong, please don’t get mad at me…”

In my head I was thinking “uh-oh, what has she done this time with the car?”

“Can you be home in the next hour or so? I totally forgotten my cousin and her son are in town and I did offer our place for them to stay for the next few days until Sunday. Her son is flying to Belgium for some student exchange program from Changi on Saturday morning. Sorry sorry sorry…”

At least wasn’t any accident.

But 2 other people coming over to stay with us until Sunday? Sigh… although I don’t mind it but always a hassle to have someone over, and all the politeness and me not being able to just do whatever I want. But relatives are relatives, what to do.

I called Tanya immediately.

“Wah laopor, how can you forget such a big thing? Now I have to rush back to at least tidy up the house a bit, and make the guest room presentable….”

“I know I know.. that’s why I am so sorry… I thought I did enter it into my diary… luckily Patricia called me earlier today to sort-of remind me. Cannot say no to her and her son la… please laogong please…”

“I am not saying I am going to not let them come over la… silly… just surprised you forgotten such a big thing.. usually you are very organised… but I understand this week has been a full-on week for you at work… ok don’t worry, leave it to me. I will be home shortly, intending to call it a day anyway.”

“Thank you Laogong! You are the best as I have always told all my friends!”

“Yea la yea la… just call me later when you are heading home.”

“Ok… by the way, they should reach our place from the airport around 8-ish pm. You remember how she looks right? Patricia?”

“I think so… I don’t remember ever seeing her since our wedding. Anyway, don’t think there’ll be another mother-son coming to our house apart from them right? So there’s no way I can mistaken them wrongly for someone else. I am sure she’d recognise me too.”

I packed up my stuff and rushed home to beat the after-work traffic. While on the way, I was already planning on the things I have to sort out in the house. A quick vacuum and mop, clean up the common bathroom, clean up the dining table, make the living room look presentable, clean up the balcony area, especially my ashtray – wouldn’t want to leave a bad impression with guests, and lastly to clean the guest room and change the bedsheets and pillowcases. And I have approximately 2.5hours before their ETA.

The moment I got home, changed into t-shirt and shorts and got straight to work. The four-legged kid looked at me strangely, thinking how come I am not bringing it for a walk but instead doing house chores.

With some music playing in the background, that sure does make the chores more bearable.

After about 2 hours, I was pretty pleased with myself for completing all that I set out to do. It was a good thing that we constantly clean up the house, so not that much to clean.

Time check – 7.45pm. I texted Tanya, “All done. Gonna take a quick shower and wait for your cousin and her son.”

As I was in the shower, I tried to recall who is this Patricia and how she looks like. From memory, she was an accountant in KL and I remember her attending our wedding with her husband and her young kid back then. She’s one of those with goody-two-shoes look, glasses and conservative dressing. I am not surprised for someone like her a sleeveless blouse is considered risqué already. Anyway, my interaction with her was pretty limited on the day of the wedding, just like with most other relatives. You see them during the wedding, do the tea-ceremony thing and maybe posed for some photos, and then you never see them again for donkey years, especially if your spouse not close to them. I suppose the only reason Tanya was still in contact with her was because she and Patricia used to share room in Singapore when Tanya first started out in Singapore, way before I knew her. She did tell me about Patricia once in a while, especially when we drive past the estate they used to live.

The last I heard from Tanya about her was just last year when she divorced her husband whom she moved back to KL for. Apparently, he cheated on her. Or at least that was what I was told.

Seeing I have not had dinner, I thought after I greeted them, I’d head out to grab some food.

Just as I was done changing, I heard the door chime. That must be them.

I went to the door, expecting to see Patricia and her son.

“Hello..” I said as I opened the door.

There she was, Patricia, standing with 2 luggage but no other person to be seen.

“Oh hi Tom, sorry for the trouble..”

“Where’s… “ sensing I was about to ask her about her son.

“Oh, this Zachary, the moment we touched down, he has already made plans with his friends. Sigh…”

“Oh, it’s ok never mind, I was just wondering.. Zachary.. that’s right.. Come come, let me help you.”

As we were exchanging pleasantries and in the midst of me helping her with her luggage, the thing that jumped to me was how different she looks now. Not so much her dressing, which I will come to in a bit, but she looks different.

Firstly, she no longer wears glasses. Maybe she’s wearing contacts. And her hair, looks so modern now, no longer the plain old boring straight hair. I think her hair is slightly permed as they looked wavy, with some highlights and very chic on her I must say.

Then, in terms of grooming, I can tell she has been putting in the effort. From a slight make-up (but not over the top), to her nicely shaped eyebrow and a nice-coloured lipstick. But what caught my attention the most was her scent when she walked past me. I can’t quite make out what perfume that was, but it sure does hit home for me.

As for her dressing, she was in a simple t-shirt, which was tucked in into her denim shorts. But what caught my eye was how wide the opening of the t-shirt was. Immediately my downblouse radar was activated.

It all happened simultaneously (and which we men have practised over the years, probably since young), she bent down to retrieve one of the luggage, I bent forward to retrieve the other one for her, and as my body went past hers slightly as she was bending down, I timed my eyes to peer into that big opening of her t-shirt.

But as much as we men have practised to aim for a downblouse, the women have also practised making sure to have a free hand to hold the neckline of their top from being a victim of downblouse.

And it was at that exact moment when I tried peering into her t-shirt that she swiftly held the neckline of her t-shirt with her other hand.

FAILED. Hahaha.. thought I could be rewarded for my hard work of cleaning up.

After I showed her to her room and placed the luggage there, she asked “What time will Tanya be back?”

I could sense she was probably not at ease with being alone with me, a man, in the house.

“Oh, I am not sure actually. Should be soon I suppose. Let me check my phone. Can I get you a drink in the meantime? By the way, make yourself at home yea. And don’t mind Waikiki there (whom by now was barking and running excitedly around Patricia).”

“I have told Zachary not to come back too late, but I will make sure I wait for him and won’t disturb you both. Tomorrow is a working day after all.”

“Nah, don’t worry about us, no trouble at all. Tanya is on her way now, she should be another 15-20mins.”

I got Patricia a drink as we sat in the living room.

“I don’t think I have ever been to your place. In fact, I don’t think I have seen you since your wedding. At least with Tanya, I did see her when she came to KL a few years back,” said Patricia as she looked around the house.

As she was talking, my attention was drawn to her fair legs, albeit a bit chubby. But I must say she looks good for someone her age, which I guessed she must be in her early 50s.

Her short denim shorts sure was doing me a favour. No downblouse, fair legs also can la.

And as she was seated there, I could now roughly make out that she has quite a good-sized rack. Not to say I had a chance to notice that before. Not sure if it was the padding of her bra or she was actually quite well-endowed. Easily a B-cup or even inching towards C-cup.

“Oh yea, you are right, I don’t think we have seen each other since the wedding. But I do hear about you from Tanya, and that your boy Zachary is a doing very well in school.”

“Yea he is, thank God, otherwise I do not know how to cope with the divorce and him not doing well in school…. Errr.. I suppose you have heard right… about my divorce?”

“Erm… yea… but hey, shit happens right?” I was trying to play it down but noticed a slight change in her mood. She must still be feeling raw from the whole divorce ordeal.

I thought it best to change the subject altogether.

“Let me show you around the house. This is the living as you can see. Help yourself to the TV, we have Netflix.”

I then showed her to the kitchen, then to the laundry and to her room.

“Oh, there’s also the balcony, can get some pretty decent breeze at night.”

Just as I said that, the main door opened.

“Hello Pat! Been so long!” said my wife as she hurried to hug Patricia (or Pat as she calls her).

“Oh my God, yea it’s been too long. You la, never want to come visit me in KL.”

“Eh, where’s that fella?” asked Tanya referring to Zachary.

“Aiya that boy ah, immediately touched down only, made plans with his Singaporean gamer friends already. But I did tell him not to be too late tonight, paiseh ah trouble you and Tom, disturbing your 二人世界.”

“No trouble at all la. Eh, have you had dinner? Laogong what about you?”

“Err.. no not yet,” I was glad she realised I was there.

“Let’s go eat then,” said Tanya.

“I’ve got a better idea. Why not I go tarpao, and while waiting you ladies can catch up?”

“See, I told you I have the best laogong,” said Tanya to Patricia.

But Patricia didn’t give any response back.

“Opps.. sorry Pat,” Tanya immediately must have realised that the husband comment didn’t go well with Patricia.

“No no, I am ok. Don’t be silly.”

Again, I quickly changed the topic.

“Who is in the mood for some Singapore bak kut teh?”

“No way!” echoed both ladies before Tanya said “Malaysia bak kut teh still the best!” and both the ladies laughed.

I was glad I could crack a smile off Patricia who took a quick glance at me as she was laughing, as if to thank me for lifting her spirits up.

“Ok fine, I will go tarpao the best Singapore hawker fare has to offer,” and off I went to the nearby hawker centre.

We all had a good catch up over dinner, mainly about Tanya’s side of the family – her mother and Patricia’s mother are cousins.

“Opps, look at the time, close to 11pm already. Pat, you better go shower first. Tom and I will clean up.”

“You sure? Paiseh leh,” said Patricia.

“Another paiseh comment and you will have to sponsor me a ticket to KL to see your new place!”

“Hahaha.. more than happy to.”

“Go la, go shower la.”

As I was helping Tanya with the dishes, I suddenly remembered I did not leave some toiletries in the common bathroom.

“Eh laopor, I better go get some toiletries for Patricia, I forgotten to put some just now.”

“Ok, you go do that, leave the washing to me.”

I quickly went and grab those complimentary hotel toiletries from our room and rushed to the common bathroom before Patricia went into it.

As I was placing the toiletries, Patricia was at the entrance of the toilet door about to enter.

“Oh, sorry, you can go in now, I was just putting some toiletries for you all to use.”

As I was saying that, my eyes were looking at the change of clothing that Patricia was holding in her hands, presumably her pyjamas for the night. In between the clothing I could see a bra strap hanging out in between the clothing. I felt a stir in my loins. Always exciting to see another woman’s intimate wear, especially someone who is about to take a shower in my house, and will be spending the next few days in my house.

Suddenly, my mind shifted to Patricia’s lingerie – more specifically her worn bra and panties. What would they look like? But more importantly, how would they smell like? For someone whom I have never had any fantasy before, suddenly I am excited about the thought of her worn bra and panties.

Before I could continue further with my thoughts and fantasies, my legs have brought me back to the kitchen to help Tanya.

“Laopor, you go shower first, it’s late already, I’ll finish up the rest.”

“Really? Why you so sayang me one?”

“You better get going before I change my mind.” I said playfully to her.

“Thank you laogong!” she said with a peck on my lips and a playful squeeze of my cock through my shorts before heading off to the showers.

I was putting the rubbish away through the rubbish chute when I could hear the sound of the water coming from the common bathroom.

My thoughts were immediately transported to the person in that shower now, standing there stark naked.

This was when I wish I had x-ray eyes to be able to see through the walls at the person in that shower.

Going by her legs, I wonder how fair she looks like, the shape of her boobs, what size were they, and the type of nipples she would have – those big and dark ones or those small petite ones? I can only wonder.

I was beginning to develop a semi-erection. Reminded myself fantasising is fine, but not to do anything stupid.

The next day Tanya and I went about our usual workday.

We met with Patricia and Zachary for dinner later that evening. Most of the conversation that night revolved around Zachary’s trip to Belgium as part of his student exchange between his college with a Belgium university before he embarked on his final 2 years of studies there.

“So what did you two do today?” asked Tanya.

“Nothing much, we did a bit of shopping and I had lunch with my ex-colleagues while Zachary went to meet his gaming friends again,” said Patricia.

“E-sport athletes, not gaming friends ma,” said Zachary nonchalantly as he was engrossed in playing some game on his handphone.

“Wah, e-sports, I heard can earn a lot of money.”

“You please don’t encourage him. He was toying with the idea of playing games full-time and drop out of uni,” said Patricia in frustration.

“Not playing games ma, it is a kind of sport,” rebutted Zachary exasperatedly.

“See la, this is what I have to put up with everyday. Sigh… spoilt by your good-for-nothing father!”

That was the first time I heard Patricia spoke of her ex-husband since she arrived, and from that I could sense she is still very mad at him.

We headed home early after dinner as Zachary’s flight was 9am the next morning. Tanya said she would send them to the airport so that I can sleep in a bit – to thank me for cleaning up and preparing the room for the guests.

I was woken up by Waikiki barking at some birds on the balcony.

“Ok ok… it’s just some birds,” I said as I get myself up.

I looked around the room and realised Tanya wasn’t around. It was then that I remembered she was off to the airport.

After washing up, I made my way to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

As I was enjoying my cuppa in the living room, I suddenly realised I was a man with opportunities.

I was a man with opportunities and time was on my side. Tanya would not be back for at least another hour or so.

I was a man with opportunities and time to explore something forbidden – something I do not have a lot of chance to do.

My thoughts immediately went to Patricia – more specifically her luggage in the room – waiting for me to explore.

I headed towards the common bathroom first, hoping to find some treasure – but something told me for someone as conservative as she was, it was unlikely Patricia would leave any laundry in the bathroom, let alone her worn panties. True enough, nothing. All there was were her towel. That doesn’t interest me.

I moved on next to the main room – her room.

I opened the door slowly, this is despite knowing no one was home.

I scanned the room to study the layout of her items. I could see some toiletries and beauty items on the vanity table. There were some shopping bags laying around.

I then went straight to her luggage which was closed. I was praying it wasn’t locked, because if it was, that would be the end of my excitement.

The God of Opportunities was with me that day – the luggage wasn’t locked.

I unzipped the luggage and lay it open. Before I touched anything, I had a look of what were in it – clothing, some items in shopping bags.

I whipped out my phone and took a photo of the layout of the items in the luggage – to help me re-arrange things back as they were.

I started going through her things. Some t-shirts, shorts, dresses, some make-up items.

Then I came to some interesting items. Her clean lingerie – bras and panties. I am assuming they are clean ones as they were tucked in the midst of the clothes in the luggage.

I first inspected her bra. Nothing too fanciful, cream-coloured ones, and no lace or anything. Just the very usual fully-cupped ones. But I was more interested in her bust size. As I suspected, she was a 36C! So what I saw wasn’t padding, but her real bust size. Staring at the bra cup, I could almost feel the boobies those cups were holding.

Then I turned to her panties – again very conservative – those seamless panties.

But I wasn’t there for her clean intimates. I was there for the worn ones.

From my observations, she has not done her laundry since her arrival on Thursday evening. There has to be unwashed laundry somewhere.

I went straight to the laundry hamper at the corner of the room.

I peered into it, I could see the top and the jeans she wore yesterday. As with the typical conservative Asian, worn underwears are almost always hidden underneath normal clothing. True enough, there they were in all their glory, her bra and panties from yesterday. But I was greedy, I want them all before I enjoy them. I lifted up through some socks and her worn t-shirt from the first day I met her, and there they were as well, the first set of bra and panties.

I took the 2 bras and 2 panties and sat on the bed.

Bras don’t excite me much, so I inspected them first. They are, just like the ones in her luggage, normal looking ones. They all look almost identical to be honest.

I took the one from Thursday and smelled it. Smells sweet to me, a hint of sweat and her perfume. Then I took the bra from yesterday, smelled it as well. Same sweaty sweet smell.

By now I was already erected, close to 80%.

I moved on to the main course – the panties.

She wore a beige-coloured panties yesterday. I first smelled the panties as a whole, just to soak in her overall womanly scent. I then turned the panties inside out. I am now at the peak of my excitement. I traced Patricia’s smell from her bum first, hoping to catch any bum smell. There was indeed a faint anus smell.

I then concentrate my gaze at the gusset. Thank you Patricia, thank you for leaving a generous amount of dried up pussy juice for my enjoyment.

My heart was beating very fast now. I was about to smell the most intimate part of this woman whom I began fantasising. I took a slow and long inhalation to capture every bit of her womanly scent. That distinctive pussy smell sends my cock to a full erection.

“sniff sniff* “Ahhh Patricia, you smell so good… so this is how your pussy smells like…”

As I studied the amount of discharge on her panties, I fantasised how she must be turned on by the sights of men as she went about her day yesterday.

I then reached out to the one she wore on the day she arrived, a black pair of panties. Being black, I was hoping for more stains to be visible.

Again, just like the first pair, I traced her smell from her bum first. This time, there was more of anus smell. I cannot help but to imagine how cute her anus was.

I then studied the gusset. True enough, there were more discharge marks – meaning more pussy juices were secreted on that day. I smelled the gusset – this one was stronger in smell – more pee smell, more sweat smell, and more pussy smell.

I couldn’t take it any longer, I started masturbating as I smelled both her panties, alternating from one pair to the other, and occasionally I would smell her bra.

I started fantasising how she offered me her pussy “Tom… I have not had a good fuck for a long long time… I want to feel what it feels like to be a woman again… take me Tom… take me…”

I fantasised fucking her in the shower – the same shower I heard her washing herself the other day.

With the freshness of her pussy smell, it did not take me long to come. It always feels good to come first thing in the morning, and this was especially satisfying because of Patricia’s panties.

After cleaning up myself, I started going about putting back her bras and panties in the laundry hamper, but that was before I took a few more deep sniffs. I also took some photos of her panties, in particular the gussets – not sure why I did that – for memory perhaps or maybe I knew I would probably never get to smell Patricia again.

Seeing that I might still have some time to spare, I went through some of her shopping bags. She bought some clothing, some make-up and more clothing.

I then came across this paper bag within this shopping bag of clothing. I took it out and peered into it.

My oh my, her pussy was indeed a lonely one. In front of me was a brand-new dildo, a huge black cock dildo, still unopened in the box.

Knowing that she was a lonely and horny woman made her even much more desirable to me.

I can only imagine the amount of self-trusting masturbation she would be engaging in once she goes back home with this new dildo. Does that also mean she owns other dildos? Does she engage in masturbation much? Is she horny? Does she need a real cock to satisfy her now? Should I tease that out of her? But what can I do? She is my wife’s cousin.

And even if I might have the chance, I don’t have much time with her. She will be flying back to KL tomorrow evening. And I have that dinner tonight with Tanya and the rest of swap gang.

FUCK! This discovery of the dildo is making me yearn for Patricia even more.

My mind is going into overdrive, trying to think what I could do in the limited time that I have with her, whilst bearing in mind that my wife was around me all the time.

It was at that moment I got a call from Tanya.

“You are on speaker phone, don’t tell me how hard your cock is now!”

For a moment my heart skipped a beat because I was indeed sporting a hard-on, and that was because of Patricia. I then realised Tanya was being her usual wack self cracking that joke, even with Patricia around.

“Err.. what’s up?”

“You just woke up?”

“No la, I’ve been up for a while.”

“Ok, get ready, Patricia and I will come pick you up for breakfast. Will be there in about 20mins.”

“Ok, I’ll be downstairs,” and I put down the phone.

I looked at the dildo. Thoughts of Patricia flooded my mind again.

Fuck, I needed another wank with her pussy smell! 20mins is more than enough time.

In fact, within 5 mins, I came again, but with not much semen this time.

I have to replenish during breakfast – I thought to myself, just in case Tanya needs me to perform tonight after dinner.

I put Patricia’s delicates back into the laundry hamper, placed the dildo back into the shopping bag and shut her luggage.

I took another look at the room and wondered if I will have another chance like this with Patricia.

As I was getting ready, I thought of teasing Patricia. I put on a rather tight pair of shorts, one that would show my bulge. I was sure Tanya would ask, and I would just say I am teasing her in preparation of tonight’s dinner.

Soon after, Tanya picked me up and we headed to our favourite café for brunch.

As soon as I alighted the car from the seat behind Patricia, I was stunned.

Her dressing was totally different from the last 2 days.

She was wearing this tight low-cut blouse that accentuates her 34C cleavage, complete with a bum-hugging tight pair of jeans.

I pretended to look away the moment Patricia’s eyes greeted me, “Which way Tom?”

It was at this point that she caught the sight of my bulge in my 70’s inspired shorts.

As I was walking, Tanya whispered into my ear, “Wah, what’s with that 70s cock-bulging shorts? Trying to seduce my cousin sister ah?”

Again, my heart skipped a beat, must be the guilt conscious in me, especially the deed that I performed in the house earlier this morning.

But lucky for me, I have prepared an answer in advance.

“No la, it’s for you, in preparation of tonight’s dinner. Don’t tell me you have forgotten about that too!”

“Ooops!… hehe no la, I have that in my calendar. Wah, you torturing me and at the same time you might also torture Patricia you know?”

“Huh? what are you talking about? I am sure she won’t even bat an eyelid on me.”

“We shall see!”

“Wah, what you two lovebirds talking about first thing in the morning? So hush-hush!” asked Patricia as she turned around looking at us.

“Nothing la, I was just asking Tom what he thinks of your bum-hugging jeans and if I should get one too.”

“Huh?” was all I managed to blurt out.

Wah lau, trying to trap me with that kind of question, answer yes buy it means I ogled Patricia’s bum, answer no means I am implying Tanya’s bum not as hot as Patricia’s. But truth be told, those answers are both applicable to the questions – meaning yes I was ogling at Patricia’s bum the whole as I was walking with Tanya, and yes, Patricia’s bum definitely thicc-er than Tanya’s.

“Don’t stare too hard Tom, otherwise I might have to eat you alive in front of Tanya! Hahaha.” laughed Patricia, with Tanya joining in the laughter.

What has gotten into these 2 ladies? Why the sudden change in Patricia’s mood?

Judging by the slightly risque conversation we have been having and the change in Patricia’s both in her fashion and mood, I was emboldened to make the most out of the little time left that I had with Patricia.

We placed our food order but was told it would be quite a wait.

“If that’s the case, I think I’ll head to Watson’s to get some stuff. Laogong, text me when the food arrives can?”

“Ok, can you then get some toothpaste too? We are running out.”

“Ok, come let’s go Pat.”

There I was then left alone. But not a bad thing either, as I was able to look at Patricia from the back as they left the café. I also saw a few chekopeks head turned as she was walking out. or were they also checking out my wife too? Either person, at least I can stand proud like a peacock fanning its feathers to the other chekopeks that these ladies are sitting with me.

I then started to ponder again as to the sudden change in Patricia’s mood, and also her dressing. From fully covered chest to showing her cleavage?

Wow.

Is there anything more about her that I have yet to find out? I have less than 24 hours left with her. How can I find out more? Do I dare to flirt with her openly in front of Tanya? Given the way she was talking to me just now about eating me alive, Tanya didn’t seem to mind at all though.

I started to plot my moves. What can we do between now until maybe 5pm before Tanya and I head home to get ready for dinner that I can spend more time with Patricia? Drink more coffee and just TCSS while enjoying the view of her 34C which were on full show today given the tight top she has on?

Plan and hope as I may, I probably know what is going to happen after lunch. I will head home first leaving the 2 ladies to shop or catch up more, and and pick them up later again.

Well, I will just have to be contented with the view of Patricia today then.

I could hear the two laughing and giggling as they were walking back to the table.

“The food’s not here yet?” asked Tanya.

“Nope,” I answered, pretending to be busy with my phone but not before lifting my glance slightly to peek at Patricia’s cleavage as she was sitting down.

“Sigh…I am so hungry already.”

“Sorry I dragged you out so early this morning to the airport.”

“It’s ok la, was just hoping the food would be here already by now. Anyway, any plans after lunch? Are you spending the rest of the day catching up with your friends before flying tomorrow?”

“Not for the afternoon, but I do have a dinner appointment tonight.”

“Woo…. The son just left only, the cougar is out hunting! Spill the tea, with who with who? Do I know him?”

Patricia looked a bit uncomfortable with me around.

“Err… I think I’ll go for a smoke,” I got the hint.

And as I was just about to move, our food arrived.

“Tom, eat first la, otherwise the food will get cold,” said Patricia as she touched my hand to ask me to sit back down. It may be an innocent touch, but somehow, I was excited a bit.

“Oh ok…”

“And you don’t have to move away, I am ok to share.”

So, it turns out she was meeting a friend of hers.

“Just the 2 of you? That means must be a special dinner la right? What’s his name?” asked Tanya.

“Mark.”

“Mark? You mean THAT Mark?” asked Tanya excitedly this time.

Patricia nodded.

I was just stuffing myself silly as that exchange took place between the 2 of them. Although I pretended to show no interest, I was actually DAMN interested! Who is this Mark? Why did Tanya said THAT Mark? Ex-boyfriend? Someone Patricia fancied before?

“Wah, that brings me back to that very day. How long has that been Pat? More than 20 years easily. I wonder how he looks like now. And how did you both got re-acquainted again? Or have you been keeping in touch all these years? Haha.”

“Well, he found me on the social media and we got to chatting for a bit.”

“So, should I be expecting you home tonight?” Hehehe”

Patricia blushed.

I excused myself for a smoke although I would love to sit there and listened more.

As I was puffing away, a million questions thronged in my head. Who is this Mark? How does Tanya know him? And what happened THAT night? What will Patricia do with him tonight? Are they going to fuck? Is that why Tanya cheekily suggested Patricia won’t be home tonight?

Just as I was caught up in my own thoughts, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around.

It was Patricia.

I was stunned for a moment, not expecting to see her there.

“Light?”

“Oh oh… sorry.. didn’t expect…”

“Me to be a smoker?” she said with a smile before continuing, “Lots more for you to find out about me if you are interested…” and with that she blew out the first puff of her smoke.

Was she suggesting there is much more interesting things about her for me to find out, or was she trying to find out if I am interested to learn more about her? Or was she inviting me to find out more about her because she knew I was interested?

“Ah, at last a ciggie…”

“I take it you don’t smoke when Zachary is around then…”

“Yea, I don’t. Notwithstanding my vices, I will still present a good moral example for him. Unlike his dad!”

Again, that resentful reference to the ex-husband.

“I know you must be wondering who this Patricia is, from the one you met 2 days ago, to the one you saw this morning who is currently smoking in front of you and flashing her cleavage to you.”

I suddenly got very conscious of where I was looking, and looked away from her instantly.

Before I could respond, she said “Don’t worry though, I take it as a compliment. I meant your checking me out. Makes me feel like a woman, makes me feel desirable.”

“I am sorry… that you caught me looking.”

She brushed my arm with her fingers “Don’t have to be sorry, we are all adults anyway.”

I have finished my smoke but thought I could drag out the conversation with her by lighting up another stick.

“So, this Mark guy you meeting tonight…” I asked cautiously, trying to gauge her reaction before I decide on my next line of questioning.

“Well, potentially just gonna be a FWB, I am not ready for any relationship yet… I found out that he was recently divorced too. Actually, that was the reason he reached out to me, because he heard that I was divorced. And without having to connect the dots, I knew he was trying to hook up with me, especially after that day.”

That day! Again, reference was made to that day. What happened on that day? Should I ask? Can I ask? I thought to play it cool instead.

“That must’ve been some day eh?” I asked hoping to elicit more information from her.

“Tanya has never told you about that day?” she asked as if to imply that I would have been told of that day by Tanya.

“Anyway, that’ll be a story for the next time we meet, or you can just ask Tanya,” she said with a smile.

She butted out her ciggie, turned around and wrapped her arms around mine “Come, let’s go, don’t keep Tanya waiting.”

I hurriedly butted out my ciggie and felt her dragged me along.

It was at that moment, right at that moment, that I felt her 34C brushing and slightly pressing against my arm. And just as I was enjoying it, she let go of my arm. It was probably a brief 2-3 seconds of my arm feeling her 34C, but that was enough to stir my loins and got me slightly engorged down there in my already tight shorts.

As we were nearing our table, Tanya noticed my slightly engorged cock. She looked at me with a quizzical face, as if asking me what has gotten me sexcited.

I just feigned ignorance.

“OK, we can drop you where you want to go, but I think Tom and I will be heading home to rest before our dinner with friends tonight. I will pass you one of the apartment’s access card.”

“No la, I think I’ll follow you home too. It’s pretty hot today, and I have no more shopping to do.”

“Wah, need to rest for tonight’s activity is it? Hahaha…”

Patricia blushed again, despite her very open and frank conversation with me just minutes ago.

We left the café and headed straight home.

Considering it was still pretty early, I thought I’d hit the gym for a bit.

“Laopor, wanna join me in the gym? It’s only 2pm anyway.”

“No, you go ahead, I wanna do my nails and my hair for tonight.”

“Oh ok,” in my head I was wondering who is she trying to impress – Blyan?

I was doing my usual routine in the gym, a bit of cardio on the treadmill followed by some weights. If Tanya was going to impress Blyan, I too want to impress Janice, and also Jane and Amy. Some upper body weight pumping would do the trick.

In between my sets, I was looking out at the pool as usual trying to see if there are any eye candies, especially that angmoh milf from the 15th floor. She usually likes it when the sun is out, which it was that afternoon.

Scanning around from one deck chair to the other, no sign of her.

Then I saw a figure, a figure I have not seen before. She was wearing a yellow 2-piece. Very fair complexion from the legs, and instinctively I had to find out the size of the assets behind the bikini top.

Luckily I wasn’t doing any weights at that time, otherwise I would’ve dropped the weights.

What greeted me was the beautiful pair of Patricia’s 34C boobs! She was at the pool in bikinis! Why didn’t I choose to swim???

By now I could see some other guys in the gym looking at her, although everyone tried to act as if they were busy with their weights or machine. Some of the ladies in the gym darted out some disapproving looks.

I was contemplating wrapping up my session and just nonchalantly walked past her with the intention of chilling with her by the poolside. She doesn’t look like she was going to swim.

But if I do that, would it be too obvious?

I hesitated for a bit. And I was also conscious that Tanya might see me from upstairs, not to say that she would mind me sitting with Patricia and chatting. But given Patricia’s bikini top, she would know what my real intention was. She is my wife after all.

My phone buzzed. It was a message from Brian.

“See you all tonight at 7pm, I will bring 2 bottles of red.”

“I will bring a bottle of the Glen whisky too,” added Andy.

“Ok, I will add a bottle of champagne then. See you all, and good luck to us!”

Then came a message from Tanya.

“Wanna join me by the pool?”

I was definitely caught off-guard by her invitation. Never thought she would be so forward.

Did she planned her trip to the poolside deliberately so that she could ask me to join her?

Playing it cool, I replied, “Oh, you down by the pool with Tanya? Yea sure, I am almost done, give me a few minutes.”

She just replied with a smiley face.

I did another few sets of bicep curls just to make sure my guns were on full display.

I continued to play it cool when I headed to the poolside, pretending to stand and look around for her, although I knew exactly where she was. The things we men do sometimes to be cool.

“Oh, you are here…” I said as I walked towards her. “Where’s Tanya?”

She just smiled.

By now my eyes were no longer shy, I was scanning her from top to bottom, paying extra close attention to her boobs.

“What were you doing in the gym?”

“Oh nothing much, just some running and some weights,” I said casually as I was wiping my sweat but in reality was trying to move and flex my muscles in front of her.

“You looked like you work out quite often. Tanya is lucky to have you, at least you put in the effort to maintain your body. The worse is for a man not to put in any effort after marriage and have a big belly, just like that idiot!”

I am guessing she was referring to her ex-husband again.

I quickly tried changing the topic.

“I thought Tanya was with you, is she here?”

“You would have known I was alone and you knew exactly where I was…”

“Huh?”

“I could see you checking me out with the rest of those men in there you know?”

Caught red-handed again.

“Hehehe… that proves I am a healthy man…” I smiled at her.

“And by now they must be wondering who is this man sitting next to me? I bet they must be all envious of you…”

“Hehehe… you think so?”

“So, do you like what you are seeing here?”

I thought to myself there is no need to avoid that question anymore since she was the one asking me so openly.

“Of course.. I mean who wouldn’t, right?”

“Do you think I still look good for my age?”

“Of course, you are… and your age is not an issue… can still pass as a young OL.”

“You sweet-talker, Tanya was right about you, haha…”

Has Tanya been talking about me with her?

“So are you going in for a swim?”

“No, thought I’d just try this new swimsuit that I bought yesterday.”

I must have missed this set of bikini when I was going through her shopping earlier, but of course I couldn’t tell her that.

“Oh, what else did you buy?”

“Just some clothing, for work and casual, and some self-care products.”

Self-care products? What does she mean by that? The supplements and toiletries she bought? Or was she referring to the dildo? Can’t be the dildo right? I mean, she was beginning to be open with me, but not that open right?

Just then, Tanya texted me, “Wah, enjoying the view hor?”

I looked up and could see her by the balcony.

I smiled back.

“See only, no touch,” I replied.

“You can if the owner allows you to, but I doubt it if she’s ready. By the way, time to get ready, close to 5pm already. Quickly come up!”

“Ok, coming.”

“Tanya just texted, I am heading up now, gotto get ready. I’ll see you later tonight, if not tomorrow morning.”

“Enjoy your dinner, I’ll see you tomorrow,” with that Patricia leaned forward and gave me a hug and a squeeze. “Wow, very solid indeed,” she whispered into my ear, referring to my muscles.

That made me quite proud.

On the way up, I was thinking what Tanya meant by “if the owner allows me, but doubt if she’s ready”. Has she been talking to Patricia about me in a sexual way? Has Patricia told her anything about me? Have they been sharing about their sexual lives?

I needed some answers from Tanya. Especially about who this Mark is and what happened on that day?

“Eh laopor, wanna ask you..” I said as I entered the house.

Without any warning, my wife pulled down my gym tights and started sucking on my flaccid sweaty cock.

“Woah woah… slow down babe… so hungry ah?” as I looked at her topless with only her undies.

“mmmphh… how not to… mmmpphhh… be hun… gry…. mmmph… seeing you… mmmphhh.. being teased…. mmmphh… by Pat….” she said in between sucking my cock.

Teased by Pat? Did they both planned for Patricia to be there all by herself in that sexy bikini to tease me? Oh my god, I felt like a fool now.

But at the same time, I could feel more blood being pumped to my cock now. Is my wife trying to set me up with Patricia? Is that what she meant by Patricia may not be ready for me to “touch” her yet?

“mmm… someone is…. getting… mmmph… bigger… mmmphh… I love… it… ” said Tanya as she looked at me with her horny and lusty eyes. It has been quite a while since we had any sexy time in the past week.

Tanya started touching herself through her panties.

“Laogong…. mmmphhh.. I am getting….. mmmph… wet…. Can we.. mmmphh.. fuck before we go? Please…. Mmmphhh… look at him now… mmmph.. so hard… ”

By now there was no denying I needed to fuck badly as well… what more after all that teasing from Patricia.

I grabbed Tanya into our room and threw her on the bed. I took off her panties and went down on her. She was so so wet. It’s been quite a while since I tasted any fresh pussy juices… the past few rounds were just smelling panties.

“You taste so so good laopor! I miss your pussy so much!” I said as I continued attacking her clit.

“Fuck me now laogong, I need you inside me now!”

And with that I plunged my hard cock into her. It feels so good to be within a pussy again.

We kissed passionately as I pumped her vigorously.

“Wow.. someone is full of power today…I like it!”

“You like it? I can up the tempo even more”

I fucked Tanya even harder with the room filled with the piak piak noises.

“Fuck me laogong… fuck me like that… aarggh… arrgghh…. Fuck me like how Mark did to Patricia!”

Although those words did register in my head, but my second head took over my consciousness at that moment in gearing towards cumming.

“Aaagghhh.. aaarrgghh… fuck laopor, I am cumming…. I am cumming!!!!”

I ejaculated in Tanya, something that I have not done for quite a while.

“Fuck laogong.. that felt amazing… where did that come from?”

“I… *panting panting*… dunno… *panting panting*… must be from all the teasing… *panting panting* and from what you said *panting panting* in the end… something about that Mark guy and Patricia…”

Tanya suddenly turned to me “I said that?”

“Yes you did… Care to tell me who this Mark is now and what happened on THAT DAY?”

“Ooops… ok… but hey, look at the time now… need to re-fix my hair… and get ready… don’t worry, I am not trying to avoid telling you.. will do so on the way to dinner ok? You better hit the shower now” and with that Tanya hopped off the bed to get ready.

I went out from the room to the kitchen to get a cold drink, in my naked state. As I was returning back to the room, I saw the spare access card on the dining table.

That was when I realised a few things:

1. I was naked in the house when Patricia was already back.

2. The bedroom door was left open when we were fucking.

Although I felt paiseh initially, that feeling diminished almost immediately and I felt horny thinking about what Patricia would have heard and potentially saw if she had stuck her head into our room.

More importantly, I wonder what she was doing in her room now? Could she be trying out her new dildo after hearing all that loud love making?

I went into the shower with a raging hard-on.

“Laopor, we better get going, almost 6.30pm now..”

“I am ready!” said Tanya in a ravishing low-cut red dress.

“Wah, dress to kill ah?”

“Nope, dress to seduce… hehe… you don’t like it?”

“I do… I mean I really do… but not quite too open?” I pointed to how lot-cut the front of the dress was.

“I am wearing nipple patch, if that is what you are worried about.”

I just gave her a smile and a kiss. “I LOVE IT!”

“Bye Pat! See you later,” called out Tanya to Patricia who was now in the showers.

“Bye, enjoy your dinner.”

“Hey laopor, did you know our room door was open when we were making love just now?”

“Yea, we always leave it open, don’t we?”

“Yes, but not when we have a guest over, I mean Patricia…”

“Well, if she was back when we were fucking and she saw it, then that means we are even… hehe…”

“Even? What do you mean?” I asked as we entered the car.

“Ok, this might be the right time to answer the burning questions you had earlier about Mark.”

I waited in anticipation as I pulled out from the carpark.

“When I was sharing a room with Patricia, we used to have to work around our schedule if we were to bring guys over.”

I showed a bit of annoyance and jealousy by the thought of my wife with other men before she was with me. She noticed it.

“If it was of any comfort to you, you knew I only had 2 other boyfriends before you, and both of them were brief and of insignificance to me – as I have told you before,” she said as she leaned towards me and stroked my arms. “My manly green-eyed laogong,” she added with a laugh.

“Ok…” I replied.

“Should I continue with the story?”

“Yes please.”

“So, this Mark was someone she was seeing at that time, very handsome Eurasian guy. In fact, Patricia even thought he was the one and was prepared to say yes if he ever proposes to her.”

“Then, there was this one day I was feeling unwell at work. So I headed home in the afternoon, wasn’t thinking much about the other housemates in the house as I thought they’d all be at work.”

“Then then?” I asked excitedly.

“I had my earphones on when I got home, but not those noise-cancelling ones like we have today. I thought I could hear some noises in the background. I got scared for a while, thinking if there was a break-in. I immediately took off the earphones, and that was when the unmistakable sounds of moaning and groaning were coming from one of the rooms. I was quite shocked, not knowing what to do. I felt awkward and wanted to leave the house just to give my housemate the privacy. But at the same time, I found myself quite turned on to the point I was starting to get wet.

As I was still deciding what to do, that was when I heard “FUCK ME MARK, FUCK ME HARD!!!” The housemate turned out to be my roommate, my cousin, Patricia! Although we often change in front of each other and have seen each other naked, but to actually find her in that situation was awkward. Then I heard another voice “You like it eh? You like it hard eh? You slutty bitch!” That was Mark. I have never heard or engaged in any sort of dirty talking at that time. Hearing those words got me even wetter. They kept fucking and making animalistic groaning sounds. I was rather sexually inexperienced at that time, and being curious, I wanted to see and hear more. So, I found myself walking slowly towards our room. That was when I realised the door wasn’t closed at all, and that explains why they were so much louder. I leaned forward slightly to the point that my gaze would meet what was happening in the room. And there they were, Patricia with her hands tied up with a necktie, and Mark holding her legs high up as he pounded her in missionary style. And that was the first time I saw Mark, that hunky Eurasian guy, naked with his back muscles glistening in his own sweat, and more arousingly was I could see his huge cock fucking Patricia’s pussy which was covered in her own juices.”

It was at this point Tanya took my hand and touched her pussy. She was panty-less! And she was fucking wet!

“Wah laopor, you not wearing any panties tonight??? And you are so so fucking wet!”

“Hehe… sorry… recounting that story is getting me all wet and horny! Luckily we fucked earlier already, otherwise we will probably be late for dinner… but that doesn’t mean I do not want to fuck you again now…”

“Aww man… you making me super hard again!”

Tanya went straight and grabbed my super hard cock.

“I love it laogong!”

“But not as terror as Mark the Eurasian right?”

“Don’t jealous la, and anyway, I never compare you with anyone else because you are special and one and only to me. The other cocks may be bigger or thicker, and they can only fulfil my hole, but yours not only fulfil my hole, but my soul and my body as a whole.”

“Wah, where did that come from? Haha.. anyway, quick continue your story, we about to reach! And please keep stroking me…”

“So, anyway, I stood there looking at them fuck for almost 5 minutes before I had to head to the toilet and attend to the massive deluge of pussy juice where I masturbated and came so hard that day – my first ever orgasm!”

“So THAT was your first orgasm? And it was brought upon by watching Patricia being fucked hard by her Eurasian boyfriend?”

“Pretty heavy for a young girl like me at that time, with not much sexual experience or exposure. But that was not the end of it. As I came out from the toilet after self-satisfying, Pat and Mark were heading to the shower, both butt naked! Pat let out a shriek, and ran straight back to the room and kept apologising, while that Eurasian just stood there proudly with his cock still fully erect. I swear if not out of respect to Pat, I would’ve sucked that cock and fuck Mark there and then.”

Tanya noticed a change in my mood as my hard-on dissipated.

“Oooopss.. sorry, did I share too much? But I’d rather be honest with you.”

“And you have kept this from me all these years? I thought we have shared all about our sexual experiences with each other?”

“I did, and I have laogong, including my first orgasm, but just not about Pat and Mark as it involved her.”

“Yes, you did share that your first orgasm was from some Eurasian guy, but you told me it was a fantasy from those love novels you were reading, I didn’t know it was for real.”

“Sorry, but now you know.”

“Anyway, so what happened after that?”

“Pat hurriedly got Mark to dressed up and leave. She then apologised to me, she said she didn’t expect anyone to be home at that hour. I was too young to know how to react, and moreover she was my older cousin sister – I felt that I was in the wrong for walking in on them. But what made that day so painfully memorable for Pat was that she got pregnant after that and that jerk Mark didn’t want to take responsibility and broke up with Pat. In the end, I had to accompany Pat for an abortion in JB in a dodgy sinseh clinic place – pretty scary I must say, but luckily one of her colleagues from JB brought us there. I will never forget that, and because of that incident, Pat and I shared a special and close bond. We may not see each other often, especially with our own career and family commitments, but everytime we catch up, it was like there was an unbroken bond between us.”

“So, she is meeting that jerk tonight?” I asked with concern.

“Well, I told her she is an adult now, she should know what to do. But she told me she wanted closure, hence she agreed to meet him – but nothing else.”

“Oh, is that so? That’s good to know, cause she was telling me that…” and before I could finish, Brian called.

“Where are you guys? We are in the private room of the restaurant already.”

“Just parked the car, heading in now.”

I took a deep breath after listening to the story.

“Thank you for sharing with me laopor. There sure was a lot to unpack from that story, and I would love to explore more about it with you. But, let’s clear our heads for the moment and focus on what lies ahead of us now. Let’s see if Janice and her husband Blyan can fit into our swapping lifestyle,” the answer of which I was hoping to be yes as I so want to screw Janice together with my wife, Jane and Amy!

“Well, hopefully my effort in this dress will not go to waste,” she said with a cheeky smile, before showing me the wet patch on the car seat from her wet pussy. “I love you laogong!”