Unfaithful in a car

As I started to cum, I pushed my hips against his skillful fingers, and started to moan softly between our kisses. He stopped.
You coming? He asked. Let’s go somewhere more comfortable. I nodded shyly.
He held my hand and led me out of the club to his car. When we got seated, he started kissing me and caressing me all over again. I opened my legs and let his hands between my thighs and then into my vulva. When I was almost cumming, I stopped him because I usually don’t get multiple orgasms but fall asleep after I cum. I leaned over and undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. He was rock hard and had a nice large tanned cock with veins and ridges. It’s tip was wet with a drop of semen and it was twitching. I encircled his shaft with my fingers and rubbed the head with my thumb. He groaned with pleasure.
Are you married? He asked. I had forgotten to take off my wedding band. I nodded and whispered yes. His prick hardened a lot as I answered. He’s more excited because I’m married.
You like that I’m married? I asked, rubbing his glans with my thumb and  very gently stroking his urethral opening with my nail.
Yess, he groaned with pleasure.
Why? I asked. We had stopped kissing to talk dirty.
Well, because its real lust, coming from a wife and a woman and not pretence from a paid prostitute,ooohh, so I feel  you really want me and that’s important, and, ahhhh, it’s pure sex with no strings attached and no complications, and ......I like the forbidden fruit excitement...mmmmm, you’re good, and , it’s great for my ego.
You’ve a very handsome cock, Daniel, I commented and changed to slowly pumping up and down his hot rod of flesh. Your big cock is making me very wet, I teased.
How do I compare to your husband? He asked.
It’s longer and thicker and harder than his, I lied to make him happy. He’s got a small cock but he doesn’t want me anyway and even when he does want me, he can’t satisfy me enough. Daniels cock becomes rock hard as I say this. My husband comes like in 5 minutes. Here, I’ve been pumping you for twice as long and you’re still so hard. I’ve got an ache in my belly that wants to be filled by you, Daniel.
He puts his hand behind my head and pushes my face down on his cock. I squeeze the base of his cock and part my lips to let his rubbery glans slide past them into my mouth. I kneel to get over him well, and my dress hikes up. He’s much taller so he can reach behind my buttocks, push my g string aside, and he puts two fingers into my very wet vagina and starts to pump me as I suck the head of his cock while trying to insert the tip of my tongue into his urethra. The feel and smell of his thick penis is very stimulating. I switch to pumping the lower half of his cock with my hand and bob my head upon the upper half. He switches to stroking my clit. We both race towards climax. I feel the familiar pelvis tension and testicular rhythm of impending climax and stop sucking. I squeeze the base of his penis painful hard and the buildup to his orgasm stops. I bite his shaft painfully enough to stop him. I’m almost cumming myself so I sit up, stroke my hair ffrom my face, and smile at him.
Let’s save a bit for later , shall we? I help him pull his  underwear and then his trousers, and zip him up. Then as he drives off, I look into the car vanity mirror to touch up my make up and lipstick.

We checked into the nearby shangri la hotel. It was past midnight and the walk to our garden wing was long and secluded. We couldn’t wait till we got there so we kissed and embraced in the corridors. His hands were all over me, my breasts and buttocks. It felt great and young to be so desirable. I’d not been kissed so much for years.

After we got in the door, we stood just inside.
Let’s do it slowly, shall we? I smiled at him. I looked at his face, took in his square jaw, his slight mustache which I like, and then I put my arms around his neck and started French kissing him. He put his hands behind me and unzipped me. Then first he exposed one shoulder and then the next and my dress fell to the floor leaving me naked except for my g string......

unfaithful with a total stranger

Im throwing a silly tantrum to hurt Tom back and make him jealous. If Tom doesn’t want me and my body, then he shouldn’t care if other men have their way with me, right?  Since he is so logical, then the reasoning is what you don’t use, let other people use, right? If you don’t want to see my body, no harm letting others have the pleasure of leering at it. No loss!

I stepped into one of the largest clubs at Orchard Towers, a building famous as a sleazy joint for horny men and foreign prostitutes on tourist visas.  The men pay normal prices for entry and drinks but the women pay only a nominal fee. Since the club doesn’t get involved, it passes off the authorities as a pick up joint and not as a brothel.

It’s very dimly lit with dark corners at the sides and brighter spots in the centre where a bar serving four sides stood. There is a stage at the far end but no performance was going on. There was soft and sweet background songs being played. On both sides of the entrance aisle were lined many young oriental ladies dressed very trendily, and moderate amounts of flesh were exposed. I stopped and faltered a while, they were easily a decade or more younger. Nobody would want me! I took a deep breath and headed to the bar. I would at least enjoy the music and have a drink. I ordered a Chivas Regal. Alcohol always makes me more loose and lusty.

I took several long sips of my whisky, took a deep breath, and starting looking at the men scattered round several tables in the club to seek eligible and atttractive ones. The best was a group of three men in their thirties, slender but muscular and the most handsome one happened to be facing me at 45 degrees. I glanced his way many times and once I caught him eyeing me. I dared myself not to look away and when he didn’t look away, I flicked my hair from my eyes but continued to look at him. He eyes left him mine to stare down at my body and then up again. He seemed to like my body for he got up and walked towards me, still looking at my face. I looked defiantly back at him and as he came round the bar, I got off my stool and turned my body to face him directly, my heart pounding away.

He was a Chinese man a head taller than me and with a slender but wiry muscular build. He was dressed in office wear, a long sleeved shirt and trousers without a tie. He was attractive. I could accept him. He walked confidently over without strutting. He stood in front of me and we looked silently and took each other in for many seconds.
You’re very pretty, he said in a deep manly voice.
I continued to stare at his face nervously but struck dumb, I again rearranged my hair with my hands.
My name is Daniel, do you speak English? (He probably thot I might be a Vietnamese prostitute)
I’m Stuly, I replied in my best English. I’m Singaporean. Nice to meet you. He spoke Singaporean English and looked like an executive.
I like your face, he said, it looks soft feminine and kind. For the third stupid time, I’m speechless and stroked my hair away from my face but cant help staring at his expressive face with good complexion.

He now looked down at my neck, then my cleavage, and down my body to my legs and then back to my eyes and said seriously, you have just the kind of body I like, slender yet soft and round in the right places.
I flushed. I liked his body too, especially his broad shoulders and his muscular butt, but I couldn’t say a word.
He leant forward to whisper in my ears, I like your fair smooth thighs and legs.
I smiled shyly at him.
He smiled a very warm and wide smile. Most of all, I like your dimples when you smile.
I smiled again, this time a bigger smile.
Are you here alone? He asked.
Yess, I breathed out.


Are you a pros...no are you here to make friends?
Yess. I breathed.
Would you like to get to know me better?
Yes, I nodded.
He leaned over and whispered, I would like to get to know you all the way, completely.
I giggled like the bimbo I am, without saying a word. I took a sip and finished my drink.
Can I get you another drink?
Yes. He called the bartender and ordered another Chivas for me and a whisky for himself.
When our drinks arrived, he toasted me. Cheers! May we become very good friends tonight!
Cheers! I said, took a long sip and smiled. I sat down on my stool and crossed my legs towards him and leaned towards him to hear him better.
He also sat down, and leaned forwards and whispered, I love your lips, they are so luscious. Your glass is so lucky to get to touch your lips.
I laughed lightly and after a considered sip, I looked at him and decided, “who knows you might get lucky too!”
Yes Stuly, tonights my lucky night! First to the incredible luck to meet you, and second, a chance to kiss you. He took a coin out and said, Heads I get to kiss your lips and tails I have to drink?
I thought awhile, mmmmm ok I’ll give you a sporting chance. He tossed. Heads!
Oh dear, I said, I can’t do it. I hardly know you.
Come on Stuly, a promise is a promise.
Ok then, I relented, and swiveled towards him and pouted my lips at him.
He got off his stool and stood very close to me. He put one hand on my back and pulled me closer, the other hand-he held my neck and then he bent his head down to kiss me, I arched my neck up to meet his lips. He started with a gentle brushing of lip against lip and then moved on to nibble my lips with his. His touch on my neck my back and my lips was  electric and erotic. He was now licking my lips with his tongue but when he tried to enter my mouth, it was too much. I backed off because
I was stimulated but afraid of losing control.
That’s nice, I said breathlessly.
I’ll drink to that he said. So we toasted again.
If it’s nice , let’s do it again, he said.
I hesitated,  it was, I recognized, a possible point of no return. I was getting aroused and about to surrender to a total stranger.

Please? Just once more, he pleaded, I want something to remember for the rest of my life. Something in me melted with his humble plea and the alcohol loosening my inhibitions.
Ok, once last time! I said.
So we kissed again. But this time I let his tongue into my mouth and used my tongue to play and intertwine with his. It went on for a much longer time, maybe even half an hour. At the bar, in front of the bartender. And by the time we stopped. I was breathless and flushed with desire. My nipples steer erect, I could feel my cunt seeping wet. I gazed at him passionately, and he looked at me and asked, shall we go somewhere darker? I nodded.
We made our way to darkest corner and sat down on a two seater sofa, side by side. We restarted kissing but this time his hand started massaging my breast and tweaking a nipple. A wave of pleasure radiated from my erect nipple, and I arched my back towards him.  He put his hand through my cleavage and made skin contact with my breasts. I started  to moan with pleasure. After several
minutes of breast stimulation, I was completely his to do as he pleased, so I let him put his hand
under my short skirt, and stroke the fair smooth thighs that he admired so much for a few minutes after which he  pulled my g string aside, and I  let him stroke my clitoris mercilessly for several minutes until I was writhing and moaning and about to cum..........

To be continued....

Unhappiness at home leads to unfaithfulness

Hi cherished readers,
I’m feeling very upset and depressed. I’m sorry I’ve not been writing these months because I’ve been trying to be a faithful and virtuous housewife to my husband Tom and a good mother to my hyperactive toddler Tim, and good mothers don’t harbor libidinous fantasies in case they come true and wreck the family. However it’s been a very bad month for me and I need to channel my frustrations somewhere. I’ve argued with my parents in law over buying too many sweets and sodas for Tim as the buzz of energy makes him unmanageable. He’s probably got ADHD and also doesn’t like to brush his teeth. Then I argued with Tom who says I’m being too harsh with his parents and that I should try to close one eye while our sons new teeth rot away.  My punishment was no childcare support from his parents for the last few months. Then I fought with Tom over our live-in maid. Our helper has the same build as me and she has been trying out my clothes and accessories and even going out with them when I’m not around. I found out because twice, I looked for something that I definitely haven’t worn for a long time but I found it in the laundry. I checked the cctv and saw her leaving the house early in the morning during one of her Sundays off,  wearing my clothes and shoes! She’s probably trying on all my stuff including my nighties when my son is asleep or away. Her housework is untidy and her cooking is not good but she  has a good relationship with Tim. Because of that, Tom and his parents didn’t want me to transfer her. She’s young, vain and slender and I feel she stands too close to Tom when serving him his food and drink. I had to stop her from wearing perfume when she’s working. Fortunately Tom is very straight but I still get very jealous when she’s too friendly to him, especially if he responds to her. So this wearing of my clothes was the last straw. Everyones very upset with me and they haven’t fully forgiven me yet for transferring her to another family. It didn’t help that the next 2 helpers were a total disaster and I’m still without a maid and doing all the housework myself.      

Tom and I haven’t made love for a few months because he thinks I’m a mean person. He hides in his work and his computers. Last night, I made up nicely and dressed up a little to greet him when he came home. I even got his favorite Korean honey lemon yuzu plus soda drink ready and cooked his favorite food  for dinner. I made him go to be early and cuddled up next to him to ask him about work and to pillow talk. But he remained very distant and then said he was very tired.  Soon he was snoring  and sound asleep. I know he’s been working very hard lately and too tired to have sex but I find the distance and conversation between us very cold of late. Why can’t he forgive me? It’s been months!

I’m washed and lightly perfumed and nicely dressed and all ready for him but he’s not. So many people want me but my husband doesn’t. The men I pass by or meet in the shopping centers. They still give me a second look now, in my thirties. Will they still look and smile at me the same way in 10 years?  I want to live Life now!

I can’t sleep. I open my eyes and look at Tom and then at the ceiling. There’s an unfulfilled ache in my lower belly and also a pain in my heart because he doesn’t want me and I can’t make him want me, even though there are many men waiting to take his place. I’m sad and crying. Am I so Bad and worthless? I close my eyes..and try to run away from my troubles...

I get up and put on a short tight thin black dress with a low v neckline that I’ve been saving for a hot date with Tom. I wear a Szabo pendant with a green snake coiled around a woman with a red apple representing the tempted woman.  Let someone else enjoy me in this outfit if he won’t. I make up with a glossy pink lipstick and spray a musky perfume. I decide not to wear a bra. My erect nipples make a slight protrusion through the light material. I wear my highest heels and my g string. I put a new box of condoms in my little black sling bag.

I thought of going Zouk or Ku De Ta. I thought of calling Fred or Rake or Kumar or Rick or the insurance salesman I met at the Sembawang shopping centre who’s still trying to sell me a policy. That’s too nice to Tom I felt in a rage, I keyed  Orchard  Towers  into my Grab /Uber app. The place where hookers hang out at night spots. I’m going to destroy Tom’s  treasure. Namely my self and my body, to spite him.....