My heart skipped a beat, like a 15yo getting messages from a crush.
The excitement wasn’t so much from Susan, as we have previously exchanged messages, but I sure wasn’t expecting a message from Janice!
How did she have my number? Ah… must be from the group chat log.
I was torn between whose message to read first. I decided to savour the 1 message from Janice for later.
“Hi Tom. Nǐ hǎo. Xià zhōumò nǐ yǒu kòng hē kāfēi ma?” (You free next weekend for coffee?)”
“Nǐ zài ma?” (Are you there?)
“Nǐ yīdìng hěn máng. Duì bù qǐ, dǎrǎo ní le.” (You must be busy. Sorry to disturb you.)
No doubt she was right I was busy when her messages were sent – I was busy fucking Janice.
Wow, I was surprised that she was asking me out for coffee so soon. I mean, I was hoping she would or maybe we would bump into each other again, or either of us would find a lame excuse to look for each other. But here she was asking me out for coffee – pretty direct and forward for someone like her. Really cannot judge a book by its cover.
I contemplated responding to her. But I wasn’t sure how I should respond. Another side of me was also not feeling good about seeing Susan behind Tanya’s back. I have told myself not to get involved with anyone emotionally.
But at the same time, I do want to see Susan. Or at least to figure out what is it that she wants; ie is the infatuation I have for her reciprocal?
I thought it best to reply casually.
“Sorry was busy earlier. Coffee next week? Sure, let me know where you’d like to meet.”
Her reply came swiftly.
“Xièxiè nín de huífù. Xià zhōu liù xiàwǔ liǎng diǎn zai Toastbox?” (Thank you for your reply. Next Saturday 2pm at Toastbox?)
I was actually getting a bit worried now. She’s a bit too gungho for my liking. Or maybe she is just straightforward and does not veil her emotions.
I didn’t want to seem too eager on my end. I will give it a while before responding.
But should I tell Tanya that I am meeting Susan? But what would the reason be for meeting Susan? Suddenly, I thought of the fantasy Tanya and I had of Susan and her husband. Should I explore that as a possibility when I meet Susan? Do I want to? Do I want to fulfill Tanya’s fantasy of sucking the zhi zhar uncle’s smelly cock? Do I want her to be fucked by zhi zhar uncle? I was beginning to get a hard-on thinking of the potential foursome.
That’s it! if I am to meet Susan, I would want that to be the end game. I want to have a foursome with Tanya, Susan and her husband.
I decided I will tell Tanya about my encounter with Susan and what I am planning for us, and hoping she would be onboard too.
With that decided, I turned my attention to that unread message from Janice.
It was a voice message.
“Hello handsome. What are you doing now? I am doing what you said I would be doing – I am playing with my clit now as I recall how you fucked me earlier and how your cock tasted. Do you want me to cum for you?”
That message just sent my semi hard-on into full overdrive!
This Janice truly knows what she wants and will get what she wants. Her sexual openness was very appealing to me.
I replied her as I was stroking my hard erection.
“It is a shame my hard erected cock is not within your reach, so you’ll just have to content with imagining how I feel and taste.”
I started to wank as the sexual build-up from the fantasy with Susan and her husband and now to Janice’s message was too much to bear.
Janice was right. I was replaying images of her body in my mind. Her petite frame, her b-cup breasts, her rather large and brownish nipples, her pert butt, and best of all… her pussy. Although I did not have a chance to go down on her earlier, one feature of her pussy caught my attention and turned me on superbly. Her landing strip pussy hair! It was so well manicured, just the right length and thinness of pubic hair with the perfect strip – the type seen in the likes of Playmates or in Hustle which I used to enjoy in the early 2000s.
Although most men in recent years prefer or crave over clean shaven pussies (myself included), I cannot help but to be aroused by a perfectly manicured landing strip pussy hair. It goes to show the amount of detail and work put into creating a perfect landing strip. The constant work required to maintain it, and to make sure no short unruly pubic hairs are growing on the sides of the strip. I have only had one ex-gf with a landing strip. I dunno if landing strips had anything to do with a woman with healthy sexual appetite and openness in sexual wants – but I must say Janice reminds me very much of that ex-gf of mine.
I told myself the next time I will want to eat that sweet pussy of hers while running my fingers and tongue along her landing strip.
As I was busy wanking and fantasising of Janice, another message came from her.
It was a video - she was showing me her wet pussy!
Followed by a voice message:
“Just came, wished you were here to lick up all these goodness.”
That was it! I came with that video and message. Fuck it was good! It has been a while that I masturbated without watching any porn but relying solely on imagination, and of course the dirty video and messages from Janice were the real impetus of my cumming.
I wanted to take a photo of my cum and sending it to Janice. But I decided not to, and to play it cool.
I simply sent her another voice message.
“Looks like you can sleep well then tonight.”
I couldn’t believe I was playing it cool with someone like Janice, someone whom I will never ever imagined flirting, let alone fuck – until what happened earlier that evening.
I cleaned myself and joined Tanya in bed.
Just before I fell asleep, I reminded myself of the unresolved issue of whether or not to allow Janice and her husband to join us in the swap, and also to let Tanya know about Susan and our fantasy.
It was Friday, the much-needed long weekend was in sight for us salary workers as the following Monday was a public holiday.
Tanya and I decided to just have a chilled long weekend without any plans.
We went for a movie that Friday night and supper before heading home.
We drove past Susan’s zhi zhar store. But no one was there as it was well past midnight. That was when I remembered I had not reply her and also I had something to discuss with Tanya.
“Laopor, you remember the zhi zhar aunty?”
“Yeah, what about her?” Tanya responded nonchalantly as she was busy on her handphone.
“I bumped into her a few days ago.”
“Oh… you tapau-ed dinner there again?” Tanya still not paying attention to me.
“No, I meant I bumped into her in a mall and we had coffee.”
Tanya instantly turned to look at me with a “Sherlock Holmes”-esque look.
“Don’t tell me you fucked her?”
“What???? No no… siao meh, from coffee to fuck? You see your husband so up ah.”
“Hehe.. just teasing you la.. and wanted to see your kancheong spider response… so cute,” she said as she dotingly pinched my cheeks.
“But yeah we had coffee.. Her name is Susan and I learnt that she is from Malaysia, like you. She is from Taiping.. where’s that ah? Selangor?”
“Oh my countrywoman. No la, Taiping is in Perak. No wonder she is so pretty, most girls from that state are pretty because of the water, especially from Ipoh.”
“Oh yea Perak, I remember the chicken rice there. Anyway, her husband is local and worked as a chef in RWS. They both met there. They started the zhi zhar store after they were made redundant following COVID.”
“Wah you both exchange life stories over coffee? Auntie must like you.”
“Really?” I was playing it dumb although I kind of know already.
“You think we women would just spend our precious time to have coffee with someone we don’t fancy? Take it from me, I am a woman laogong.”
“Ok, good to know. Anyway, she asked me out for coffee again next Saturday,” I was slightly apprehensive of how Tanya would react.
She turned and looked at me with that “Sherlock Holmes”-esque look again.
“Are you asking for my permission to fuck her? You are so cute laogong!”
“Huh? What? No no.. don’t misunderstand… we have always been open to one another and this is me being open and transparent to you… I wasn’t thinking of…”
“Calm down.. calm down… you are so cute when you kancheong spider… hehehe… and thank you for letting me know… I appreciate that laogong. But what does she want from you, apart from the fact that I have established she must like you.”
“That’s the thing.. I don’t know… she didn’t say. And it can’t be my work unless her zhi zhar store is looking to rent or buy forklifts or cranes from me.”
“Hmm… looks like she really has the hots for you laogong! Wah my laogong really still has market woohoo!”
“So should I go?”
“Why not? Go la.. your laopor here not that green-eyed monster ok. And moreover, apart from liking you, maybe she needs your help. Just go and see what she wants from you.”
“If I were to go, I thought maybe I’d explore the possibility of our fantasy…”
“Our fantasy? What fantasy?”
“Errr… Maybe a foursome with Susan and her husband….” I dreaded as those words came out from my mouth.
Tanya turned and look at me, bewildered and said “You mean the fanstasy of you fucking the aunty and me sucking the uncle’s smelly cock?”
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Do you have any lookalike pics of Susan and Janice for us to fantasize? Would appreciate you sharing here, thanks!
Here you go Bro haikim999
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I swore I could hear my swallowing of my saliva down the throat which let out a loud “gulp” sound. I could feel my palms starting to sweat on the steering wheel.
I dare not turn to meet her eyes. Luckily, we were just a few streets away from home.
We both got down from the car. Tanya walked in front of me in hasten steps. I tried to read Tanya’s facial expression. Was she shocked? Or angry? Or worst still, was she disgusted by my actually wanting to realise that fantasy?
The ride in the lift was unbearable. The tension in that small space was so palpable one could cut it with a knife.
I still dare not meet her eyes.
Back in the house, Tanya went straight into the bathroom.
I thought I should give her some space before I open my mouth. Maybe a shower would make her feel better.
I cracked a cold one and had a puff in the balcony. Something that I rarely do unless I am really stressed.
In my mind, that scene in the car kept playing in my mind. For a moment we were just talking normal, but the moment I asked that question, Tanya went all quiet. It was very unlike her. We usually are able to talk openly about our fantasies, our likes and dislikes. So, what went wrong earlier? I just couldn’t understand. This must be one of the rare episodes where I must have misread Tanya or I was insensitive to her feelings. Whatever it was, I must find out what went wrong so that I can make it up to her.
I heard the hairdryer in the bathroom. I thought that’ll be my cue to go into the room and wait for her to come out and have a chat with her. I even made her favourite tea and brought it into the room.
I paced around the room as I was waiting for her to come out. I was rehearsing what I was to say to her, how I was to say to her, to be seen as a sensitive and tactful husband that I have always been.
In my searching for the right words, my eyes caught sight of the pile of laundry that my wife left outside the bathroom. They were her usual work clothes, including her usual black lace. But what caught my attention was the patch of whiteness on the gusset of her underwear. Given my underwear fetish and my love for my wife’s scent, such sight would rarely go unnoticed by me.
As I lifted that underwear for closer inspection and sniff, what puzzled me was the freshness of the love juice. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were all dried up after a day. But this patch was unusually fresh – the sort I’ll get if I turn my wife on when we are sexting at work and she would send me a photo of how wet her underwear is.
So the question is – when did I turn her on? The last I know was I upset her on the way home, and we have not spoken for at least the last 30 minutes and I am trying to make her feel better.
So when did she get turn on and as a result manifested in the freshness of her pussy juice?
The bathroom door suddenly opened. I chuck the underwear back on the floor.
“Your turn. Any laundry to wash?” said Tanya unemotionally and in a flat voice.
I quickly took off all my clothing and passed it to her.
I then uttered, “I brought you a cup of…” and she has left the room even before I finished my sentence.
I hit the shower feeling all puzzled. I tried to reconcile her reaction since the question and her wet pussy. Could I be thinking too much? Could it just be those discharge that happens without any sexual arousal? Is she still mad at me? So many questions. But I know I just have to apologise to her first and then find out what went wrong.
I was all ready to apologise and talk to her after my shower, but alas, I found her already in bed by the time I got out. Fair enough, it was already close to 1am, she must be tired.
I lay myself down next to her. I gave her a kiss on her shoulder and said goodnight to her but there was no response from her.
I must be dead tired too and also probably stressed out, I fell asleep almost immediately after that.
I do not know what time it was when I was woken up by some muffled noises and some slight movement on the bed.
I was about to reach for my mobile light to see if it was our four-legged kid who must have found herself up into our bed under the covers.
“Errrgghh…”
I froze. That was the unmistakable sound of my wife moaning!
The room was pitch dark and the only audible sound was the aircond.
Then I heard it again, “eerghh..” but this time even softer, like it was restrained from being heard.
Then I felt it, the ever so slight movement on the bed, it was constant and has a rhythm to it.
My wife was masturbating!
I just laid there so quietly and still. Usually, when I find Tanya masturbating, I would have turned to her and joined her.
But given what has happened earlier, it wouldn’t be right. And I didn’t want to embarrass her. I just lay there quietly with a raging boner by then.
She was trying her best not to let her moaning be heard. She was trying her best not to make too much movement either.
And then I could hear her breathing becoming more rapid and the movement on the bed got a bit more intense. I knew she was close. True enough, within seconds, she came. And she let out an almost inaudible sound…
“fuck me…. uncle..”
Usually I would hear “fuck me laogong…” but today it was “uncle”.
I knew precisely who that “uncle” is. The one and only, the zhi zhar uncle.
She was fantasising about the zhi zhar uncle! Or rather, she was STILL fantasising about the zhi zhar uncle!
But why her reaction earlier? And was the wet pussy juice patch a result of my mentioning about me wanting her to suck the zhi zhar uncle’s smelly cock? If she was really turned on, which she was evidently, why was she mad at me?
I am even more confused now.
“Laogong, you can stop pretending to be asleep.”
FUCK! I was caught pretending. Normally I would burst out laughing but not this time given our earlier tension.
“huh… sorry… what time is it?”
I pretended to sound sleepy and not knowing what was happening.
“I am your laopor, I can tell if you are asleep or not from your breathing.”
She called me laogong, and then referred to herself as laopor. I think she is fine already. But I do not want to assume.
“Sorry… i didn’t mean to embarrass you.. “
“You didn’t, you silly. I knew I might woke you up, but I was too horny…”
“Err… before you go on, I think I owe you an apology for offending you earlier and being insensitive to your feelings. I shouldn’t have assumed that you would want to partake in a 4-some with 2 other strangers. I am sorry laop…”
Tanya then out her finger on my lips.
“Shh.. I am the one who should be apologising. I knew I was wrong to react the way I did just now, and ignoring you. I am sorry laogong. I don’t mean to confuse you, but I was a bit taken aback by your suggestion. And as I was processing what you said, I then found myself conflicted by my own feelings. On one hand, I felt a bit disgusted at your suggestion. How could you? these are people we barely know, practically strangers to us. As I was ruminating on the situation, I was then suddenly flooded with this sense of strong arousal. My initial shock was slowly overcome by this sudden and strange wave of arousal. In fact, I was getting wet the moment you parked the car. I felt guilty. That is why I dashed out from the car and couldn’t wait to wash myself off the guilt that I felt.”
My Tanya is back to normal. She has finally opened up to me.
“Laopor, you silly, you should’ve just told me how you felt. Now I feel bad because I made you feel guilty over your own emotions over a stupid fantasy proposal of mine. I am so sor…”
“It’s not that stupid after all.”
My heart skipped a bit. I looked at Tanya.
“If it was stupid, I wouldn’t have fantasised you fucking the auntie while the uncle was dogging me as I masturbated just now. Which by the way, I hope you are not offended by my fantasy…”
“Of course I am not. It was my fantasy to start off with… so you actually masturbated to the uncle dogging you?”
“umm…”
I reached out for her hand and took it to my cock.
“See how hard I am now?”
“I know ah… I don’t have to touch it to know you must be hard when you heard me masturbating and cumming just now.”
I moved closer to Tanya, gave her a kiss on her forehead and rested her on my chest.
The stress I felt earlier has now totally left my body.
“I am so relieved that everything is cleared now laopor.”
“Me too laogong… and I am sorry once again… so, do you like my fresh patch of pussy juice just now?”
“Huh… err… how did you know?”
“Though I was confused and felt guilty, my cheeky side told me to leave my underwear with the gusset facing out with the juices for your attention. And of course I know you took the bait. My cheeky side won… haha..”
“Wahlau, I really kana played by you laopor…”
We both laughed lovingly.
“I love you laopor.”
“I love you too laogong.. and the tea was nice and exactly what I needed to calm my nerves down earlier.”
“So, what are you going to do with Susan’s coffee invite?”
“I dunno honestly. Should I accept her invite?”
“Well, to start off with, you don’t even know why she asked you out. It could be she genuinely needed you to help her with something, or she thought she found a friend in you. But my woman instinct is telling me that she is smitten by my laogong. Whether or not she harbours hope to fuck you, I do not know. It could be she is looking for a friend with benefit. Or she is just lonely, lost the chemistry with her husband and she wants to be with someone who can make her heart flutter.”
“Wow laopor, that’s quite an insightful observation that took you less than 5 seconds!”
“That’s why it is called woman’s instinct. We know when our man is desired by someone else. I think you should go, at least for this one time.”
“Ok, I’ll text her in the morning.”
“And… are you going to find out more if she… she wants more than just coffee?”
I smiled at Tanya. I knew what she meant.
“Only if you give me the greenlight and only if you want that fantasy too.”
Tanya blushed. I took that as her way of saying yes.
“I will go with the flow and see where our conversation brings us. If it somehow heads towards intimacy or sex, I will then broach that subject. And don’t worry, nothing will happen without you. And to assure you, this is purely lust, no emotions or feelings involved. Remember our guiding principle into this lifestyle? No feelings involved, purely lust to advance our intimacy,” I said with a smile to Tanya.
“Thank you laogong,” she said with a kiss on my lips.
Her hands then reached out to my cock.
“Does he need to cum too?” asked Tanya cheekily.
Before I could answer, she slid herself underneath the blanket, took off my boxers and started blowing me.
Must be because of all the stress earlier, the fellatio from Tanya tonight was particularly pleasurable. She knew exactly what to do – the right suction intensity, alternating between taking my whole shaft into her mouth slowly to let me feel her lips wrapping around my shaft and taking the time to lick my enlarged mushroom head. I love it best when she used her tongue to lick the underside of my cock from the base all the way to the mushroom head, and using the tip of her tongue to lick the groove between the foreskin and the mushroom head. And then she will repeat it again by taking my whole cock into her mouth. All these while she teases my asshole and perineum.
Suddenly, she uttered this “Imagine it’s Susan blowing you laogong.”
That sent my erection to 110%! I could feel my cock enlarging to the max.
“Uuummm… I like it,” said Tanya realising the change, and started to increase her pace in blowing me.
“Cum for Susan laogong… cum for her…” she said in between working hard for me to cum.
I closed my eyes imagining Susan’s pretty face, her petite frame, her B-cup breast I had a chance to peek… her sweet scent…. her rosy cheeks…
“I am cumming Susan… I am cumming all over your pretty face!”
And as if to play along with my fanstasy, Tanya withdrew my cock from her mouth and let me ejaculate on her face!
“UUrgghh.. laogong… that is a lot!” she said with a slight shock.
“I’m sorry laopor, I am so sorry…. “ I panicked for while at what I have done.
“It’s ok laogong,” she said as she emerged from under the covers with my cum on her mouth and cheeks. “I wanted to help fulfil your fantasy as best as I can.”
She then took some of my cum and swallow it. “Hmm… I wonder if zhi zhar uncle would do the same to me? I wonder how would his cum taste like?”
I smiled at my wife. “Hopefully we will get to find out.”
We washed up and got back to bed, hugging each other tightly. Again, our intimacy was strengthened through our fantasies.
The next day we did our usual routine weekend drill – groceries, brunch, cleaning the house before we both hit the gym – Tanya with her usual jog on the treadmill and some yoga, whereas me hitting the weights. Looking at Tanya in her gym attire, especially her yoga pants, was always a treat not only for me, but all the other guys in the gym. I would be lying if I am not turned on by the fact that my wife’s body attracts other roaming eyes. And of course, sometimes my wife isn’t the only eye candy in the gym. There’s this one Korean MILF who is always in very revealing top because of her huge assets. I heard from Tanya that she just moved into our apartment.
As I was doing my reps, suddenly I got a Wechat message from Susan.
(NB: all conversation with Susan henceforth will be typed in English, although they were originally in Mandarin.)
“Toastbox next Saturday 2pm still ok?”
I just remembered I have not replied her.
“Yes, just let me know which Toastbox.” I replied without any delay.
Susan immediately replied with a smiley face and the location of the Toastbox.
Then came a message from Brian.
“Concall tonight around 10pm can?” he asked both Andy and I.
I half suspect it must be something to do with Janice. I replied ok to him.
My thoughts then came to the Janice issue. Yes, no doubt that session with her was good, and I am actually looking forward to her landing strip pussy hair – but the question now is do we let her join our swap? More importantly, to let her husband join us? Someone who is a total and complete stranger to us all.
But I must say the offer by Janice (assuming she is a woman of her words) that the swap would be the last round to end our predicament was very appealing.
After dinner, Tanya and I spend some time together.
I then told her I have a concall with the boys. She didn’t ask much, she thought it’s our usual TCSS session.
I took a can of beer down to the poolside.
Sharp at 10pm, Brian video-called.
“Wah lau where are you? KTV ah? So dark,” came Andy’s voice once the call got connected.
“I am at the poolside la. Knn, you think I am going to take this call within Tanya’s hearing?”
“True, true.. that’s why I am in my car.. haha,” quipped Andy.
“Ok bros,” came Brian’s serious voice, “Janice has arranged for her husband to meet us next Saturday night. She proposed that we meet him somewhere private – she doesn’t want her husband to meet us in a pub or Starbucks type of place.”
“Wah knn, her husband like some kind of superstar VIP ah? Must meet so secretive meh?” Andy sounded his annoyance.
“I dunno the reason, but that was what she suggested. I thought that might be good for us too – some privacy. What do you think Tom?”
“I suppose that is ok, but where this private place? I am not going to go somewhere birds don’t lay eggs place.”
“I was thinking maybe at my office since I have 24 hours access. And chances of us bumping into anyone is extremely low since it will be on a Saturday night.”
“Ok la, I think that’ll work. And private good also.”
“What about our wives? Will they grow suspicious that we are going out again for the second time in recent weeks without involving them?”
“I suggest we use the same reason we used the last time, that is we are planning another swap which is a surprise for them,” suggested Brian.
I thought about it for a while. He’s bloody right we are indeed planning a surprise for the wives – by introducing a hot MILF and her husband into our swap! But we are left with not much choice.
“Ok can, but Brian no offence, since we are in this predicament because of you, I think you should think of how to convince our wives, and also Andy and I just for show to the wives, that you wish for your boss and her husband to join in our swap.”
“No offence taken, that responsibility I am more than happy to bear. So I will let Janice know next Sat 8pm at my office. I can pick you both up on that day.”
“How much do you know of Janice’s husband?” I asked trying to find out more about this man.
“Honestly, none of us at work knows anything about Janice’s husband. She has never brought him along even when we have gatherings amongst colleagues. In fact, she rarely joins us for such things outside of work. And even in her office, no photographs of her and family. So I am pretty much in the dark as much as you guys. And if you think you can get some clues from her social medias, don’t waste your time. I have checked, nothing on him.”
“Ok, so we will. Just have to see how we go on that night. But let me make it clear, all 3 of us must agree with his participation, and any one of us can veto his participation. Agreed?”
Both Brian and Andy agreed.
So it looks like my next Saturday revolves around meeting potential bonking candidates, how weird.
I was a bit apprehensive in the days leading up to Saturday.
So much so that Tanya could tell, but of course she thought it was because of my meeting with Susan. She kept teasing me, asking me what I’ll wear, what fragrance would I be using.
But to be honest, for me it’s about what are we going to talk about? Do we have anything common to talk about? What happens when the dreaded awkward silence takes over the conversation?
Saturday came. I had breakfast with Tanya. She could tell I was slightly nervous.
She held my hand and said, “Just take it like a casual meet with a friend. No pressure laogong. As you said, just go with the flow.”
“Thank you laopor, I will keep you updated. Oh by the way, I am not sure if I can have dinner with you tonight, remember I told you that I am meeting the boys?”
“Oh yes, Amy texted me last night asking Jane and I to go over to her place for dinner. So yeah, don’t worry about me. So is this meet with the boys to plan something? Another swap? Thought you boys met not too long ago.”
“Errr.. we wanted it to be special this time, so more discussion. It’s a surprise.” I just wanted to end that topic. And yes, it sure is going to be a special surprise – sigh.
I made my way to the Toastbox at Great World. I wondered why she suggested this place, apart from the fact that it was quite a distance from my place and her zhi zhar store. I suspect maybe so that her husband does nto see us? But if we are meeting in broad daylight like this, wouldn’t she tell her husband that she is meeting me?
I got to the mall with about 15mins to spare. I walked around for a bit trying to locate Toastbox as I was not familiar with that mall. It was Saturday, the mall was packed. So I thought I better grab a table as soon as I get there.
As I was making my way to Toastbox, Susan messaged me.
“I am in Toastbox already, seated inside, see you soon.”
I wasn’t expecting her to be so early. Somehow, I was very kan-cheong that day. I just couldn’t put my finger on what was actually causing me to feel so many butterflies. It’s like having a date with a crush all over again.
I reached Toastbox and I looked inside. She waved at me, she was seated at the end of the shop, tucked in the corner – which I thought was good.
As I was walking towards her, I could see she was in her gym attire. She was wearing a sports bra liked top with yoga pants! OMG, this was the least that I needed to help me with my butterflies.
“Hey, you are here.” She greeted me with a smile.
“Sorry I am a bit late,” I don’t even know why I said that although I wasn’t.
“No, it’s me who is early. Oh by the way, I wasn’t sure what you want, but I have ordered for you – coffee and Mee Siam. If you don’t eat, I can eat – I am very hungry!” she said with a sort of giggle.
“Oh thank you.”
I could see sweat trickling down at the back of her neck with her hair tied up in a ponytail.
She noticed me noticing.
“Sorry, I am in such a mess. I just finished my yoga class, that’s why I am sweating.” She said apologetically and was busy wiping her sweat with a small towel.
“No need to apologise. You do yoga every weekend?”
“No, haha, actually I just started, my 3rd class. It is so tough, but I want to do it, to do some exercise. It is fun. Do you do yoga?”
Before I could answer, the food token buzzed. I went and pick up our orders.
“I can’t do yoga, not so flexible. But my wife does,” I said as I was placing our food on the table. I don’t even know why I mentioned Tanya at the very start of our conversation.
“Speaking of your wife, does she know you are meeting me?” Susan asked.
I wasn’t sure if I should tell her the truth, but I figure I should. After all, this meeting was with Tanya’s blessing, and whatever else that may come out of it.
“Yes, she knows about it.”
“And she didn’t mind?”
“No. What about your husband, does he know?”
“I told him that I am meeting a friend after yoga but I didn’t tell him who it was. I am sorry.”
“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about. You don’t owe me any explanation.” I looked at her and smiled.
“Come, let’s eat!” Susan said.
We were just chatting about trivial stuff as we ate – our work, the crazy hot weather of late, etc.
“You don’t mind me asking, but would your husband be upset if he knows you are meeting another man?”
“I don’t know to be honest. I don’t even know if he cares,” she said with a tinge of sadness.
“I seldom come out, so maybe it never crossed his mind to even find out where I was going or who I am meeting. All these years with him are spent either at work or at home. And now that we run our stall together, we see so much of each other that sometimes I think he feels better if I am not around. He used to follow me back to Perak during holidays but in the last 2 years I have been going back by myself.”
“I don’t have a lot of friends here in Singapore, mostly ex-colleagues from old workplace. All my family members are in Malaysia. And the other day when I bumped into you, I had a fight with him. He was supposed to come out with me to buy a present for my nephew, but last minute he decided to stay home.”
Susan paused and took a sip of her coffee.
“I suppose we have been rather unhappy in recent years. What more especially because I failed to bear a child for him.”
Although I was expecting to learn more about her today, I wasn’t prepared for it to take such a serious and sad tone.
“I am sorry to hear that,” was all I could utter. “But, he treats you well, does he not?”
“I suppose you can say so. He is a good man – no gambling or going to KTV like most of his friends do. His only bad habit is smoking. Other than that, he does take care of me. He even make sure every month to send some money to my parents. I know I shouldn’t complain about him, I should count myself lucky to have him. But sometimes…”
She stared on the table, trying to string her next sentence.
“Sometimes… I am also a woman. I need a man to love me, to care about me, to take care of my needs the way a woman would want to be taken care of.”
That was when I knew the conversation is taking a turn into something more personal. But I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I’d rather let her do most of the talking and let her guide the flow of the conversation.
Sensing my quietness, Susan asked me “Do you know what I mean?”
I just nodded my head.
“I know he is not a professional like you, working in airconditioned office. I also know myself, and that I count myself lucky to even meet Ah Hock. He was caring in his own ways and when he courted me, I felt like I was the luckiest girl in the whole RWS workplace. He used to bring me lunch that he secretly cooked and we would sit in some stairwell and have lunch together. It may not be much, but to me it was more than enough for me. So when he asked me to marry him, I did not hesitate even for a moment.”
“But after we got married, we tried so hard to have a baby. Maybe because of my age, I just couldn’t conceive. We thought of going to Indonesia and adopt, but it was too expensive. But I still did my wife duty – I never said no to him each and every time he wants it. I never fail to satisfy him. And he has a very big sexual appetite – 4-5 times a week. I asked around my other girlfriends – they said for them at most 2-3 times or sometimes once a week.”
“And women being women, we share our sexual lives with each other. From my conversation with them, I found out that not all of us are satisfied with our sex lives. Some are not getting enough, their husbands do not want to do it with them anymore – they go KTV. Some are like me, husbands want a lot and at the same time satisfy them too. But for me, Ah Hock wants a lot of sex, but he does not satisfy me anymore. He used to be gentle and will make me satisfy. But in recent years, after he has cum, he will just leave me there. I feel not loved, I feel unwanted. I feel like I am a sex toy to him.”
She must have realised she has gone on and on, and I have been quiet.
“I am so sorry… so sorry… I don’t know why I am sharing all this with you…”
“It’s ok… we are all adults here. And the fact that you are willing to tell me, that means you trust me and take me as a friend.” I said to her with a reassuring smile.
“And maybe that is why…. When I bumped into you the other day, I just wanted to feel the feeling of being with another person… I am sorry I used you.”
“Don’t say that. You did not use me. Take me as a friend.”
“Thank you. You are really kind. Every time I see you and your wife, I do feel envy. I can imagine how lucky your wife is. And you are a very nice person.” She looked at me shyly as she said that.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“So I told myself, even if I can just experience having coffee with someone like you, I will feel very satisfied, even if today is the last time, I can understand.”
“Huh, why would today be the last time? You moving back to Malaysia?”
“No, but I don’t think your wife would allow you to continue meeting me after I have told you that I am a lonely auntie who feels unloved by her husband. Wouldn’t you be scared that I want to do more with you other than coffee?”
That was the first time Susan has been so forward in her language with me.
“You should know by now that I do like you, but whether or not in a sexual way, I cannot tell yet. But I do enjoy being with you, and I do enjoy the attention you give me, even when it was those 5-10 minutes interaction at my store.”
Attention that I gave her? Was I that obvious? And could she also be referring to my prying eyes of her, especially that downblouse incident?
“Err.. I am sorry I looked into your blouse that time.. I swear it was an accident, I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Susan smiled at me, “it’s ok. I don’t mind it at all. And if I can show it to someone I like, I am happy.”
My face blushed. I didn’t know what else to say. I thought hard for a moment.
“You can be sure that this will not be the last time we meet. I take you as a friend if you take me as a friend.”
“But wouldn’t you be scared that I might want more than just being a friend?”
“Not only I am not scared, but I can make it even more exciting for you.” I decided this was the right time to broach the subject.
“Do you have more time? Shall we continue this conversation somewhere else more private?”
Susan immediately blushed.
“But … but… I am not ready…” she said.
“No no, I am sorry, I don’t mean that… yet… But we are getting there,” I felt bad for making her feel embarrassed.
I could see her confused look. She must be thinking if I am a pervert.
“Don’t worry I won’t harm you. Let me send you home and we can continue talking in the car.”
We headed to the carpark. Susan was very silent the whole time.
We got into the car and I asked for her address. It turns out she lives not too far away from me, not unexpected.
“Let me tell you about my sex life with my wife. We have been married for close to 10 years now. Before we married each other, we each had our own exes before. So, you can say we are quite experienced when it comes to sex by the time we were together. But more importantly for us was that we knew exactly what we wanted and how sexual compatibility was very important to building a happy marriage. Of course, there would be times when my needs exceed hers, and it does lead to conflict sometimes. But generally, I think we are very compatible sexually.”
“Over the years, to keep the spark alive, we introduced pornography and sex toys into our lives to spice things up. Then one day, we asked ourselves – if we are going to stick with each other for the long haul without cheating or be tempted to try other people – we have to be honest and open with each other, including our sexual fantasies. That was when we started sharing fantasies about making love to other people when we make love to each other. “
I turned to Susan when I said that to gauge her expression. She didn’t show much.
“Do you fantasise doing things with other people?” I asked her.
She was quiet. I could see she was blushing slightly.
“You mean think of making sex with another person?”
“Yes, just fantasise.”
“Got… sometimes…” she answered shyly.
“My wife and I not only fantasise, but we share our fantasies with each other. We find that by doing that, it enhances our intimacy – it made us become closer with each other. And to be honest, to know who she wants to fuck and her telling me how she wants to be fucked by that other person turns me on.”
Susan went silent again.
“You don’t think I am a weirdo, do you?” I asked for fear that I have crossed the line with Susan.
I then noticed her hands clenching close between her thighs, close to her crotch which was underneath that beautiful turquoise-coloured yoga pants.
“Remember that day when you saw my downblouse?” she asked.
Shit! I think she was going to tell me I am truly a weirdo.
“Yes…?”
“Actually that night, in one of the rare moments I self-satisfy, I imagined you tearing my t-shirt and kissing me passionately. Does that count as fantasising?” came Susan’s question.
I was a bit shocked. Didn’t expect me to be her masturbating material, although she has been for me.
“You did?”
“Yes.”
“Well, that is indeed fantasising…”
I could see her clenching her hands even tighter. I didn’t want to read too much into it, but I think she might be aroused. Question is, was she getting wet? Does she smell the way I imagine she would smell like? I was getting a slight boner too. But we were about to reach her place soon, I thought I’d better quickly plant my main line of proposition to her.
“And in fact, in recent times, my wife and I have taken fantasising a step further.”
Susan turned and looked at me, this time even more confused.
“You are gay?”
“Hahahaha.. no no, nothing like that…. Something even better…”
“Like what?”
“We began making love with other couple together…”
There was silence for a good 10 seconds. I decided to let that statement digest in her before I continued.
“We will make love with other couple together, she with another husband, and I with another wife.” I anticipated for her to now truly comprehend what I was saying and potentially propositioning to her.
“So, both of you will make sex with another person in front of each other?”
“Yes.”
“How does that feel?” she asked.
“It feels very erotic… very liberating… and the best part is you are doing it together with your spouse without the need to cheat. The sexual energy is amazing. And most importantly, it makes us a better couple, we are closer and more intimate than ever.”
“And who are those other couple?”
“They are people we know – our best friends. But recently, Tanya and I have been fantasising about you and your husband.”
“You mean your wife fantasises about my Ah Hock? How can that be? She is so pretty but Ah Hock is so unrefined and fat…”
“Perhaps that is what attracts Tanya to your husband…”
We are now just about to pull up into her HDB block.
“Look, I am not suggesting you and your husband do it with us.. I am just merely sharing with you how you and Ah Hock can spice up your sex life… I can share more with you next time,” that is if there is another “next time”, I thought to myself lest I have blown my chances of even remaining as friends with her.
“I hope I did not offend you.”
“No.. no.. “ she hesitated and looked confused. And then she clarified.
“No.. really, you didn’t offend me… just that I have never heard of such things before, so I am a bit shocked.. but I appreciate you sharing with me. Tell me more next time.”
“Ok.. thank you for the meal… I owe you this time…”
She left the car in a hurry but not before flashing a sweet smile at me and touched me slightly on my arm. I didn’t know what that meant, but I took it as a positive sign.
I drove a few blocks away from her place and parked somewhere for a smoke. I needed it badly. I was so bloody nervous thinking I had blown it with Susan. Luckily her smile and touch assured me all was good. But what was she going to do now with that knowledge in her possession? Is she going to masturbate thinking of me again? Is she going back home and have wild sex with her husband thinking of me? Will she ask me out to further share this lifestyle with her?
Time check, it was close to 4.30pm. It was time to head home and prepare for my 2nd round of meeting later that night.
I got home, but only to find that Tanya was already out. She left a message saying she has gone buy some stuff before heading over to Amy’s. I texted her to tell her that I am home.
Brian also texted to say that he will pick me up after Andy around 6.00pm for dinner before heading to his office.
I took the time that I had left to just chill.
Then came a call from Tanya, “So, how did it go? Was my woman’s instinct accurate?”
“Hahaha.. very indeed laopor.”
“So did you fuck her?”
“No lao, siao meh… told you nothing will happen, especially without you.”
“You’d better not… but how was it?”
“We talked.. she complained about her husband and their non-exciting sex life.. basically she was there to serve him. So I took the opportunity to introduce her to the lifestyle.”
“So.. she’s game for it?”
“No, I have not made a formal proposition yet… just sharing with her.. and I told her I have been fantasising about her and you of her husband.”
“You did? That was a bold step laogong… was she disgusted? Did she feel you were a pervert?”
“No.. I don’t think so… I think she’s more confused or shocked more than anything… so I’ll let her digest the information.. she did say to tell her more next time…”
“I just hope we didn’t spook her… and I also do not want her to think we are weirdos.”
“Should be all good. Where are you now? Brian said he is picking me up around 6pm.”
“I am in the MRT, on the way to grab some wine before heading over to Amy’s.”
“Ok, will TTYL. Love you laopor.”
“Love you laogong.”
Brian picked me up at 6pm and we were off for dinner at some nearby food centre.
“Eh, so later how ah?” Andy asked.
“What do you mean how?” Brian retorted.
“I mean, what type of questions are we going to ask him? And do we even have any no-go criteria with this man?”
“I don’t know Andy, I really have not thought much about it. Further, I wouldn’t want to be judgmental even before I meet him.”
“Ok, fair enough. But I must say this ah, if too ugly I cannot ok,” said Andy as he was slurping his noodles.
“Less handsome than you can right?” joked Brian as if to break the nervousness that was unwritten amongst us all.
I mean who wouldn’t, we were about to meet a stranger whom we are to decide if we will let him join in screwing our wives!
Dinner that night was pretty much stuffing in food into our body. I don’t think anyone of us enjoyed it. We just want to get this meeting done and over with.
8pm: we were in Brian’s office lift heading up to the 27th floor.
The lift door opened to a quiet floor of offices.
Brian tapped us into his office.
Rows and rows of cubicles in the main section of the office space, with private room offices flanking each side of the building.
“Let us head to the conference room. Easier to talk and bigger space,” said Brian.
We all settled in the room. By now it was 8.10pm. Still no sign of Janice’s husband.
“Eh, does he have access or not?” asked Andy.
“I am sure Janice will give him an access card.”
Just as Brian finished his sentence, we heard the buzzing of the access door. At the same time, Brian also got a message from Janice “He is here.”
Brian responded, “Tell him to head towards the conference room, he can’t miss it with the lights on.”
“I know where it is,” was Janice’s reply.
“I know?” muttered Brian under his breath.
But before he could process it any further, there was a knock on the door.
The door opened, and Janice walked in.
“Hello boys, good to see you again.”
“Err.. hi Janice… what are you doing here?” asked Brian.
Andy and I were also shocked to see her there.
“Why? Not happy to see me?” and she looked at us with a conceited smile, as if to send a message to us all that she has us under her control.
“Don’t worry, I am just here to send my husband. I will be in my office until you boys are done talking.”
As soon as she finished her sentence, in came the husband…
… in a wheelchair.
“Hello guys,” said this middle-aged angmoh guy with a receding hairline. He looked a bit chubby, but you could still tell he does work out.
“I am Bryan, Janice’s husband. And you must be Brian with an “i”. And you are….”
“Tom.”
“Andy.”
“Alright, I’ll leave you boys to it. Call me when you are done darls.” And with that, Janice closed the door.
There was a moment of silence. All we could hear was the light humming of the white noise coming from the lights in the office.
“Ok…. So Bryan… “ said our Brian trying to break the ice.
“Before you proceed any further, to avoid any confusion, you can call me “Blyan”, or at least that is how I am called in this part of the world.”
Wow, this part of the world. So fast flexing his expatriate card already?
And why is he in a wheelchair???? That must be the question in all 3 of our heads.
“Ok Bly.. Blyan… what happened? Did you meet with an accident recently?” asked Brian out of genuine concern.
“Why thank you for asking. Accident yes, but not recently. Do I look like I am injured? I don’t have any cast, do I?,” came the response.
“But the wheelchair…?”
“Oh that! Hadn’t it occurred to you “normal” people that there is a category of us people who may need this on a daily basis? Permanently?”
“Wah jia lat,” blurted Andy softly.
“Yes, I am a disabled. An accident 5 years ago left me paralysed from waist down. I hope that answers all your questions and your puzzled faces.”
“We are sorry, we didn’t mean to be insensitive…” I said.
“All good brother. Ok back to the main agenda at hand. So, I was told that couple of weeks back, you guys gave my wife a good Chinese sausage fest or should I say a lap cheong buffet?”
We all kept quiet. We didn’t know what to say.
“It’s ok, she shared each and every sordid detail of that night. Right down to whose cock she likes best,” and he turned to look at me and gave me a wink.
“And now she has made you all a proposition to make all your troubles go away – include us in your next swap, am I up to speed?”
“Yes, you are.”
“Good. So, I take it this meet-and-greet is for you to know me? OK. Here goes. I met Janice about 10 years ago in Spain on holidays. She was fresh out from her divorce and was sort of nursing a broken heart so to speak. Her then husband cheated on her – damn chibai khia. At that time, I was a semi-professional rugby player in Ireland. I was in Spain on holidays with my teammates during our summer break. To cut the story short, Janice and I fell in love. We were in a long-distance relationship for about 1 year before she suggested I move to Singapore. Thankfully for my rugby background, I was able to secure a job with Singapore Rugby. I then moved here, we got married, and here I am today.”
“And your wheelchair story?” Andy asked untactfully.
“Oh that. I was your typical entitled angmoh cycling around Singapore and this car hit me. Hit-and-run sumore, damn champion. It happened in the wee hours of the morning, so no witnesses, no other car dashcams around. For me to be left paralysed waist down, you can imagine how hard the impact was. I suspect that driver was drunk. He basically knocked me off my bicycle and I was sent flying for a good 20m-30m before I came crashing onto a huge tree. Doctor said I was lucky to be alive.”
“After the accident, I thought that was the end of me and my employment pass would definitely be gone. But through some contacts and my proven record with Singapore Rugby, I was able to secure a position with the SNPC, and I have been working there ever since until now.”
We were all trying to figure out the acronym.
“The Singapore National Paralympic Council?” he prompted us.
“Ah yes, that one… correct,” I said as if to mask the awkwardness.
“I am aware that acronym has not made it to the top ten acronyms in this country. Anyway, yes I work there. And as you can see from my physique, apart from my disability, I am a perfectly healthy man.”
“So when you say you are paralysed waist down, are you still able to… you know… do the deed?” asked Brian.
“Unfortunately, no. But the good news is that as a result of my disability, I have hone my tongueing and fingering skills. Hahaha,” responded Blyan light-heartedly.
“So this prospective participation of yours would have you participate from the wheelchair right?” I asked.
“Yes, apart from fingering and tongueing the ladies, I am afraid they would not have the privilege to experience this 8inch Irish cock, or what used to be 8inch.”
“So that means you cannot elect?” asked Andy with the best of his English to an Irishman.
“Yes, you are right Andy, I cannot elect,” mocked Blyan.
“But if any of your ladies would like to suck my permanently flaccid member, they are more than welcomed to. Although I have to warn you, these lifeless muscle atrophy legs may not be a sight for everyone. Hence, I prefer to wear my pants to cover them.”
“So, to answer your questions, I am aware of my physical disability and limitation. And because it is a swap, meaning everything done has to be consensual, it is ok to me even if none of your ladies would want to have anything to do with me. I am happy just being an audience. I am there mainly because I like to watch my wife get fucked and used by other men. In other words, I am a cuckold. But if any of your wives find me attractive and want to kiss, or to be fingered or to be tongued – anything short of fucking - I am able to do.”
There was another round of silence.
This is the problem with non-handicapped people. When faced with a handicap person, we tend to not know what to do or say. And although at times we may seem to be of good-intentioned and try to be thoughtful, sometimes overdoing it is a form of ableism.
The best way is to treat any disabled person the same as an abled person.
I decided to break the awkwardness.
“Thank you for your honesty Blyan. We will not treat you any lesser nor any more. We will treat you just the same as one of us. You would no doubt appreciate that we will have to run this past our respective wives. But I hope Janice will hold her end of her bargain, that is, if we go ahead with the swap with you and Janice, that puts our predicament to an end, and that there will be no duplicates of our incriminating chat?”
“We will definitely perform the end of our bargain.”
“Ok, good. May I suggest that should we decide to go ahead, that we should all meet once, together with the wives, for a meal before the swap? We will let you know the details and the context.”
“Sure, just let us know.”
With that, Blyan called Janice.
“All good darls?” asked Janice.
“Yup, I trust we all have an understanding of how things are going to work,” said Blyan.
“Ok.. so I take it we will wait to hear from you boys? But don’t let us wait too long… I get hungry pretty fast,” said Janice, before looking at me with a cheeky smile.
We saw them off at the lift, and as soon as they got in, Andy said “What the fuck! Wheelchair man!!!!”
“Eh, don’t be so discriminatory can or not? Respect a bit leh,” I said.
“Sorry.. sorry.. but wahlau… this is something new to me man…. I dunno if I can even get it up seeing him there in the wheelchair” continued Andy.
“Look, it’s new to all of us. But we do have to decide, to let him join or not?” said Brian.
“He seemed like a decent guy, quite good-looking with a good body. Apart from his disability, I think he is ok. What do you guys think?” I asked.
“Yea he seemed alright, but hor sometimes I totally catch no ball with his angmoh accent.” said Andy.
“He is Irish, that is why. Ok, how are we going to sell this to our wives Brian?”
“As we were talking just now, I sort of thought of a way. Now, hear me out. Firstly, we have to convince our wives why we should expand our swap parties. And the answer is simple, we have all swapped with each other. The freshness and excitement may not be there anymore. The last we’d want is to organise a swap and someone is not turned on enough. Agree?”
Andy and I nodded in agreement.
“Good. Then comes the next question – why Janice and her husband. I must of course first come up with a story to tell Jane about Janice and how she loves her husband but because of his disability, Janice does not feel loved as a woman. Jane has a soft spot for such stories. I will then plant the idea of maybe we can invite them to our swap to let Janice experienced the feeling of being a real woman again, and that her husband does not mind.”
“But what about Blyan? What if our wives asked if they need to do anything with him.” I asked.
“Then we tell them exactly what Blyan said, he is happy just to watch. If anything were to happen between any of them with him, it’ll be their choice and has to be consensual. But the biggest hurdle to all this is to get our wives to look past that wheelchair. I mean, look at us, we found it so hard just now in that 30mins meeting, what more to have that in a room with us while we all are fucking. So that’s why I think your suggestion of a dinner just now Tom was a brilliant idea.”
“I suppose that’ll work.” I said.
“Then let me plant that idea with Jane and let her then seed it to both your wives. Hopefully by then we will be able to arrange for a dinner with Janice and Blyan.”
“Eh, are we seriously going to call him “Blyan”? Can’t we call him something else?” asked Andy.
“That is the least of our problems.” I said. “You just make sure you can elect.”
Brian laughed instantly.
It took Andy 5 seconds before he realised I was mocking him.
“Knnnb you khiam phak ah you?” came his Hokkien expletives.
“Sorry la, sorry la, just kidding. No joke no laugh ma.”
“Ok, but in all seriousness, Brian, I think your proposal may work. Good job.”
“Thanks Tom.”
Brian and I came a long way, since high school and then NS – which was when we met the Hokkien peng Andy. Although Brian and I are more aligned in thinking, Andy complements us both in areas that we do not see eye to eye. I still remember that year when Brian fell for the same girl as me, it was Andy who advised me to be the bigger person and let Brian take the girl. He was very big on the brotherhood spirit, like those HK triad fellas.
“Ok la, kia la, lim jiu la, I very thirsty liao la” said Andy.
That night was a good drinking session especially after it felt like we are one step closer to finally resolving our problem with Janice.
Tanya was sound asleep by the time I got back home around 2am.
As I lay myself to bed, I checked my phone. There was a message from Susan from earlier in the evening.
“Hi, it was nice meeting you today. Thank you. About what you told me, I am interested to know more. Can making sex with another person improve my sex life with Ah Hock?”
“Hi Susan. Well, for couples who are married long time, having sex with another person can be a refreshing change. For me, the excitement is to see my wife enjoy herself with another man, how she enjoys the intimacy with that person, knowing that she actually enjoys another man do intimate things with her body excites me. And it does the same for her too when she sees me with another woman.” I pressed send, not anticipating any reply given the time of the night.
But Susan read it instantly.
“So, you and your wife interested to make sex with me and Ah Hock?”
Wow, she went straight to the point.
“Yes, we are. How about you and Ah Hock?”
There was a pause. Then came the next message.
“Hi, Ah Hock here. I am interested. Can we meet?”
I was caught off-guard by that response – little did I expect Ah Hock to be messaging me!
I panicked for a bit. I do not know this man yet, but he is now expressing his interest to swap his wife for Tanya with me.
I composed myself. Yes, I do want to fuck Susan. Question is, am I ready for Tanya to be fucked by Ah Hock? But I can’t be selfish and only want Susan for myself and not for Tanya to fuck Ah Hock. After all, she has told me her fantasy – so I suppose she wants it too.
“Yes, of course we can meet. Let us know when and where.”
“How about tomorrow evening at our place? I can make us all dinner.”
“Ok, thank you for the offer. I will confirm with you in the morning?”
“Ok.”
Little did I expect that just hours after meeting with Janice’s husband for a potential swap, I am now arranging for another potential one. What a day!
I could feel my heart pounding from the excitement and also from nervousness. Are we really going to meet Ah Hock? A man we hardly knew expect for his culinary skiils? I would have never imagined that Susan and Ah Hock could ever be our potential swap partners. But sometimes fantasies come from the least expected source – for us it is this zhi char couple.
I am beginning to wonder what Tanya’s reaction would be when I tell her that we are invited to dinner by Susan and Ah Hock.
The next morning, I was awaken by my wife’s workout video sound.
Stumbling out into the living room, I was greeted with her doing a wide legged forward bend in her yoga pants, with her ass facing me. What a morning view!
“Hello handsome, look who is up!” she said as she turned around looking at my morning wood.
“That is him working out too,” I said cheekily while giving Tanya’s ass a playful smack.
“Quick, go wash up la. Almost noon already, I am famish!”
“Ok ok… think about where to go for brunch.”
As I was washing up, I was going through in my head what were my plans for today and the week ahead. That was when I remembered the dinner invite for tonight. Then I had a cheeky idea – to get back at Tanya for teasing and trapping me with her pussy-juiced panties the other night. I have decided not to tell her about who was inviting us over for dinner tonight, but to just tell her that I found this place that does private home-cooked food dining.
Before long, we were in the car heading for brunch.
“Wah, last night must be very happening eh with you boys? You reeked of alcohol last night when you came back. Even Amy and Jane told me the same thing about Andy and Brian this morning. You all went KTV ah?” asked Tanya as she was pulling my ears playfully.
“No la.. you know KTV is not my thing.”
“Then, what was the occasion?”
“Let’s just say we are somewhat progressing in relation to another swap.”
“Oh yea, speaking of swap… Jane also said in her text this morning that she has something to talk to me and Amy. What’s with all these meetings between the husbands only, and then now wives only? Why not just discuss in the group chat like how we did previously?”
In my heart I was thinking, it was precisely the previous chat that got us or is leading us to this upcoming swap! So no more chats!
“Oh really? Is that what Jane said to you and Amy?”
Has Brian planted the idea with Jane? So fast?
“So what is it about? Do you know? You know right?”
I have to get out of this topic and talk about something else.
“You just wait for Jane to tell you then. Oh by the way, the other day my colleague was telling me about this private home-cooked food dining experience which not many people know and has a month-long waiting list – kinda like omakase but Chinese home-cooked food. And he texted me last night that he can’t make it for his reservation for tonight – so he is asking if we want to take it up. I told him I’d ask you first.”
“Err… really? Haven’t heard of such thing… normally I would know from all the foodies I follow on Insta. Sure or not? Do you know the name? Let me search and see.”
“No la, this type is the very unassuming type. I even heard that the owners don’t allow photos or videos in the place cause their own home mah. So maybe that’s why not many people know about it. So how, wanna go?”
“Well, ok la… seeing that our favourite zhi zhar is not open tonight. Hmm.. speaking of zhi zhar.. I wonder how is Susan processing the swap idea you told her about.”
If only I could tell Tanya that her question will potentially be answered tonight.
The moment we got the café, I excused myself to the toilet and immediately texted Susan that we are ok for dinner tonight.
Susan replied setting the time at 7.30pm together with her unit number.
The stage is set for our potential swap with the Zhi Zhar Couple.
After a lazy and long brunch followed by some groceries, we headed back home.
I fell asleep on the couch while channel surfing Netflix.
I was awoken by a very pleasant sensation. One that I have not felt for quite a while.
“Hello sleepyhead… looks like he is not sleepy though…” said Tanya as she was sucking my hard cock.
“Huh? Still hungry ah laopor?”
“Of course hungry la, we have not made love the past week leh..” she said and continued sucking me. “You don’t like it?”
“No.. of course I like it..” I took a glance at the time, it was almost 6pm. Of course we would have enough time to make love, but I didn’t want to use up our sexual energy now. I want to save it for later. But how am I going to tell Tanya without disclosing where we were about to go?
“Laopor… laopor?” I said in my attempt to stop her from blowing me but she was too in the moment.
“Laopor.. I have an idea how to spice up our night…” that piqued her curiosity.
“How laogong? Tell me tell me..” she said as she held my rock hard cock in her hands and teasing my cockhead with tip of her tongue.
“But you have to stop what you are doing first, if I cum now then no more fun later.”
“Ok ok..”
“Look, we are heading to someone’s home for dinner right? And it is meant to be home-cooked food. And although I know this is sort of like some atas omakase wannabe experience, I thought it’d be fun if we were to wear what we would normally wear at home.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“I mean, like for me it’s probably just a t-shirt and my boxers. And for you it’s usually your loose sleeveless top or spaghetti strap with a pair of comfy shorts, and without your bra and panties.”
“Eeeee… how to go out like that? Cant even get pass our neighbours without their hormone raging teenager son staring at me la. And what more when we reach the makan place later, even worse, in public. Don’t want, don’t want.”
“Listen to me… from home, we can put on another layer first, like maybe a light hoodie. Then when we reach that place we take it off. Then the whole night, I’ll be looking at you in covered only in those slim material with your pokies, and maybe you can flash me or even the chef later your pantiless pussy – laopor, you’d be in for a real hot night by the time we get home.”
“And you willing to let you cock peek out from your boxer opening to the waitress later? Assuming there is one there?”
“Yup I would, why not. This is the best opportunity isn’t it? We have always wanted to dress in a risqué way for a meal outside, but we never had the chance to do so.”
“Hmm.. I suppose you are right. In fact, I am getting wet thinking about the whole experience already,” giggled Tanya.
“But are you sure it is just the 2 of us and no other dinners?”
“Well, that was what I was told. If there is someone else there, then we just leave our hoodie on and play by ear. What say you?”
“You and your cheeky thoughts! I like! Ok, let’s do it! But before that, I want to up the tempo by teasing you some more.”
And with that, we were kissing passionately and caressed each other’s body.
I was very excited as I couldn’t wait to see Tanya’s expression when she finds out where we would be going later. And more importantly, would she flash the chef, or should I say Uncle Hock.
As we were getting ready, Tanya showed me her outfit, which was usually reserved for my eyes only at home. The thought of her wearing that in another person’s house really turns me on.
She decided against a spaghetti top as it was too obvious but opted for a loose sleeves with a big neckline opening and lots of room for a side boob view too if she raises her arms. As for her bottom, she went with this very up the buttcheck type of cotton shorts. I bet if she gets wet, there’ll definitely be a noticeable patch on the material.
“You look amazing laopor! Oh my god, I would die a happy man if I were to be the chef or waiter working there tonight.”
As for me, I was in my cotton t-shirt which best compliment my body – accentuating my upper body muscles – of course my aim was to turn Susan on. And my usual buttonless boxers for easy accessibility to the hungry cock inside.
We were all set and were heading to Susan’s.
“Laogong, I am a bit nervous.”
“Hehe, same here too. But it’ll be fun, trust me.”
“See, they are already erect even before we are there,” said Tanya showing me her erected nipples which were noticeable even through her hoodie.
I just smiled at her and thought to myself how Ah Hock would react when he sees that.
We got to Susan’s HDB.
As we were in the lift, there was this elderly couple with us too.
I could see the ahpek looking at Tanya’s fair legs which were practically on display. He then caught sight of Tanya’s faint pookie through her hoodie. I could see his eyes widening. He must be thinking, “knn, how come my time don’t have such things?”
After they exited the lift, Tanya said to me “The ahpek was leering at me just now..”
“How do you feel?”
“A little bit violated, but at the same time turned on that I am the object of sexual desire.”
“That is precisely how I want you to feel, that sexual arousal and for you to unleash it when I make love to you later, or whomever it may be…” and I just left that sentence hanging as I stepped out from the lift while I can hear a faint “huh?” from Tanya.
We got to Susan’s flat. To say I was not nervous would be a lie. I mean, I was about to take our swapping lifestyle to a whole new level – letting a zhi zhar uncle fuck my wife as I fuck his wife. And what is making it all the more exciting is that, Tanya does not even know yet.
“Ding dong” I rang the bell.
“Hmm.. smells good.. I can already smell the cooking,” said Tanya.
“I wonder what dishes are on the menu… hopefully has my favouri….”
And before Tanya could finish her sentence, the door opened and Susan’s face came into view.
Tanya turned and looked at me immediately with a confused face.
“Laogong… isn’t this…”
“Hi Tanya.. Hi Tom… welcome.”
“Yes, this is Susan’s place. And Ah Hock, her husband. They are the ones who invited us for dinner tonight – this is the omakase,” I said while trying my best to burst out laughing.
Tanya still looked confuse. Susan also was confused not knowing why I was explaining to Tanya where we were.
“This is my getting back at you for leaving you wet panties to lure me last week, remember?” I said softly.
“You…” Tanya’s face went all red, and she pinched my arm.
“Come in… come in.. don’t stand outside. Ah Hock is still busy in the kitchen.”
Susan ushered us in and sat us in the living room before excusing herself to get some drinks for us.
“Laogong! How could you?”
“Are you angry? Please tell me you are not…”
“Not really, just really surprised.. and I am utterly underdressed now, not to mention totally unprepared mentally for this dinner.”
“Don’t worry about the underdressed part. As for the mental preparation – you have already fantasised about it, me too – tonight is up to us and them, to see if we want to realise the fantasy. I am here, everything will be fine,” I said as I held Tanya’s hands.
“Really? Tonight could be the night?”
“Why? You’re not ready? If you are not, then just take tonight as a dinner to get to know them – no pressure.”
“But what about you? Are you ready to fuck Susan tonight? Here?”
“If you are ready, I am ready. We will do this together, if not, not at all.”
Tanya seemed relieved hearing that and to know that I will always be there to protect and to make her feel secure.
Susan came out with some soft drinks.
“Sorry I do not have much drinks at home and I don’t know what you like, if you want some beer later, we have as well.”
“Susan, I think I should formally introduce you to my wife, this is Tanya.”
“Aiya, paiseh, my hands are wet.. hello Tanya… welcome to our humble home, thank you for coming.”
“Eh don’t say that, paiseh only we trouble you all.”
They both exchanged pleasantries as they shook each other’s hands.
As that was happening, Ah Hock came into the living room.
“Ah Hock, come say hello,” said Susan, “this is my husband Ah Hock.”
“Hello Brother Hock,” I said to him respectfully as I extended my hand.
“Hello, Tom. Thank you for coming. Hello Tanya,” said Ah Hock.
“Hello,” was all my wife could muster as she lowered her head shyly.
This was the first time I saw Ah Hock so up-close. He was about my height – but because of his rotund figure, makes him look shorter than he actually is. Although slightly out of shape, I could see that he must be some kind of sportsman when he was young, could see the silhouette of a muscular figure which was now hidden by a slightly overweight body.
As for Susan, she was looking just the way I wish she would be. A simple t-shirt which I could see the outline of her bra and a simple pair of shorts. Her hair nicely tied into a ponytail.
“Ok, I better get back in to finish up all the dishes. We can eat soon,” said Ah Hock as he excused himself.
“Can I help you with your jackets, maybe I can hang them up for you?” said Susan pointing to our hoodies. She must be wondering why we were wearing that given the evening which was still hot.
“Oh ok,” I took the lead in taking off my hoodie while encouraging Tanya to do the same.
The moment I took mine off, I could see Susan was a bit taken aback to see me only in my boxers. Then she looked up to look at my gym-going body and that carved out a sweet smile on her face and she shyly turned away when taking my hoodie from me.
Without being insensitive, I turned to Tanya and helped her with her hoodie.
As Tanya was fixing her hair and handing over her hoodie, Susan was totally taken back by our co-ordinated outfit. What more she could see Tanya’s pokie.
“We thought since it is a home-cooked meal, we decided to dress like we are at home,” I said, trying to put Susan at ease. I wasn’t sure if she bought my explanation because it was obvious that I had something else in mind.
“Yes.. yes… I’ll go hang this and help Ah Hock. You take a seat first.” Said Susan hurriedly with her blushing face.
“Eh laogong, have we gone overboard?”
“I don’t think so. What’s the worse that could happen? For them to look at our body the whole night while having dinner? Isn’t that what we want? Or maybe we might encourage them to join us in dressing “comfortably”?” I said while adjusting my cock to make sure it has not peeked out from my boxers.
“And if I may add – laopor, you look amazing!” and I planted a kiss on her forehead.
“ok… but hey, I have not forgotten what you just did by pulling this surprise on me… you better watch your back..” she said cheekily.
We sat in the living room waiting for dinner to be ready. I made myself at home and started to walk up to a showcase cabinet which housed some photos.
I could see their studio wedding photo – Susan was indeed very beautiful. And Ah Hock was much fitter back then. And then I saw a photo of Ah Hock in a judo competition. I was right – he was a sportsman – and judo was his sport. That explains his muscular outline. I also saw some of Susan’s own photos with her family – oh my, I caught sight of a lady about her age, looking really pretty as well. Those kampung girl-next-door look, I suspect that must be her sister.
“Ok, dinner is ready.”
And as Susan said that, she appeared from behind the noren separating the dining area from the living room. She has changed into a pair of shorter shorts! Her top was still the same, but I could see something jiggling as she was walking towards us! She has taken the cue from us and joined us to dress “comfortably”!
As we walked behind her towards the dining table, I turned and looked at Tanya. And I mouthed to her “no bra”. Not sure if she got it.
Ah Hock joined us as he brought the last dish to the table.