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Old 28-10-2022, 09:58 AM
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There is only one way to get evil spirits out of the body.

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James is watering the plants in his garden when he saw the convoy of vehicles approach his front gate.

Setting the watering can down, he walked over to his patio and picked up his coffee. Taking a sip of the warm coffee, he looked at the men wearing earpiece approach his gate.

Eye contact was made, and they gestured for him to go over.

James took his time sipping his coffee, not moving until they flashed their identifications.

They’re police officers.

Keeping a wary eye on them James set his drink down and he took his time to stroll over. Before he reached the wrought iron gate of that separates him and the visitors, his two dogs got up from their resting spot.

The low growl of the two rottweilers startled the officers and they reached for their service weapons.

The dogs were there all along, barely a few meters away from the guest but they remained hidden in their sheltered den that blended into the lush landscaping.

“Odin, Theodore, it’s ok.” James said

The dogs stopped growling and sat down, keeping their eyes on their owner and the guest.

“what can I do for you officers…? “ James asked while looking at the convoy of cars behind them.

There are a total of four vehicles, with this amount of escort, whoever it is must be a VIP.

“Mr James ? “ One of the officer asked.

“Yes that’s me..”

“We are in need of your service.”

“I think you have the wrong guy… I don’t provide any…” James replied with a smile.

The same officer retrieved a card from his pocket and flashed it to James.

James reached for the white card with his name and address embossed on it.

It’s not just any card.

People will kill for one of these. Word is that these cards go for tens of thousands of dollars in the black market. Cut out of a solid piece of metal, the white cards are numbered and James know exactly who the owners are.

Turning the card behind, James saw the serial number embossed into the metal.

63

He closed his eyes for a moment before he looked at the police officers.

“63 was given to a former 2 star General.” James said. “ He gave it to you ? “

“To my employer.” The officer said

James hit the remote in his pocket and the wrought iron gate starts to open outwards. With a click of his tongue, the dogs got out of the way and James directed the cars to park along the landscaped garden.

All 4 cars entered his property and the wrought iron gate began to close.

More men came out of the vehicles with several opening umbrella to shelter the VIP.

When James saw the man he is about to meet, he could not help but smile in amusement.

The health minister of the country approached James with a grim expression on his face.

“They say you are the best exorcist in this country.” Minister Tan said.

“Do you believe them? Dr Tan” James asked.

Dr Tan turned to one of the cars and his men opened the door.

“arGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The shriek scream resembling a enraged banshee immediately filled the property.

“Oh…” James commented. “bring her in..”

It took four strong men to drag the possessed girl into James’s house.

Gesturing to the 6 metre long dining table cut out of a single red oak tree, James asked the men to bring her over to the table.

“argHHHHHHHHH!” The girl swung her slender arm, easily sending one of the man flying across the dining area.

Another 2 jumped in to try and restrain her.

The girl is young, definitely still a student. Probably in university. She has a sporty tan, healthy hair and a nice body. Looking at the security and the minister coming in person, the girl must be related to Dr Tan.

James put his money on the girl being his daughter.

“what’s her name ? “ He asked

“Lynn, her name is Lynn.”

Lynn fought the guards violently, refusing to be dragged to the oak table.

With a sudden burst of strength, Lynn sent two men flying backwards and broke free of the others. With what appears to be a gentle push of her palm, she sent a man twice her size flying backwards like he was hit by a truck.

Another guard the size of Dwayne Johnson grabbed her from behind but Lynn took a deep breath and broke free effortlessly.

James ran forwards and grabbed her wrist. Depressing his finger into her wrist, he stopped all movements in her much to the surprise of all the guards.

Lynn glared at James like she wanted to devour him.

“Carry her onto the table.” James said.

Four men tried to lit Lynn but she is unmovable. It’s like she weighed a ton.

James looked Lynn over, trying to search for something.

He found it behind her ear.

Biting his index finger on his free hand like a Taoist priest, James pressed his bloodied finger against the spot behind Lynn’s ears.

The four men lifted Lynn easily and quickly transferred her to the table.

James kept his finger on Lynn’s wrist until she is on it.

Upon being laid down, she stopped moving like she was glued onto the surface.

Her eyes darted around and she started hissing.

“What was she doing ? Before she ended up like this? “ James asked the minister.

“She went out partying with some friends, got drunk and woke up like this.” Dr Tan said. “I brought her to the hospital thinking she is on drugs, but her blood test came back clean. “

All the diagnostic tests were done, they even did a MRI. Nothing is wrong with Lynn medically.

“We brought her home for her to calm down, a friend came to visit. That was when he recommended for me to come to you.”

“She’s possessed.”

“By who?”

“I don’t know. But I can find out.” James said.

“Then do it, get it out of her.” Dr Tan said.

James put his fingers on Lynn’s neck and looked at his watch, counting the pulse. Lynn’s jaw kept snapping like she wants to bite his fingers off.

“Does she have a boyfriend? “ James looked at her father.

“Yes, or rather, used to, what has that got to do with this ? “

“Why did they break up ? “ James asked.

“Lynn found someone else better.”

“He put it inside her.” James said. “ It was the boyfriend.”

Looking at the guards in the room, James asked that everyone vacate the room and head out into the patio. What he is about to say is for the Lynn’s father’s ears only.

With a nod from the minister, all the guards left the air conditioned comfort of the living room and headed out into the patio.

When the door to the house is shut, James turned to Dr Tan.

“Money is not an issue James, just get it out and return my daughter to me.”

“It’s not about money Dr Tan.” James replied.“ To get it out, I need to have sex with your daughter.”

“what?” The minister’s jaws dropped an inch.

“It’s not one off, it could be close to a dozen times over the course of 2 weeks. The things I will do to her are too obscene to be mentioned but I assure you, it’s either this, or she spends the rest of her life locked up in a mental institution unless you find someone else who can get it out.”

Dr Tan took a couple of wobbly steps and sat down on a chair. He looked at his hissing daughter with strength to overpower his personal guards.

“I want to revenge James.” Dr Tan said. “ After you get it out, I want you to..”

“Stop please Dr Tan… I don’t do vengeful stuff like this.” James replied.” However, I can give you a name card, that will point you to the right person.”

The minister closed his eyes and it was a difficult decision to make.

His daughter is barely at the prime of her life. She should be enjoying her tertiary education, making friends, travelling and exploring what life has to offer before she enters the corporate world.

Yet now, he needs to make a decision whether or not to let her have sex with a 40 year.

“Fuck this, do it. Just get it out.” He said while looking at James.

James smiled.

“Sure, now…. We can talk about the money.”

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Old 02-11-2022, 09:53 AM
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My wife's birthday gangbang

With all the rage about wife sharing in the news lately, i guess it's a good time to share a fiction piece related to such topic.
One that features a willing wife


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James' wife has an annual birthday ritual that she keeps a secret from her husband

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It’s exactly one month after my wedding and it’s also my wife Lydia’s birthday.

I’m still basking in the aftermath of our union and life could not be better for me. As a civil servant, I got a cushy job with a good boss and very nice colleagues. I do get busy at times but work has never been stressful for me.

I reach work at 8.30am and by 6.15pm, I’m usually at the train station waiting for get home.

Lydia and I met when we were in university. I have a crush on her ever since I saw her during the orientation program but I only mustered up enough courage to approach her during my 2nd year.

She rejected me initially but I guess my perseverance paid off in the end. We became an item just before we graduated.

I joined the civil service while she got a position in a start up.

Like all couples, we applied for a flat and when the keys to our love nest arrived, we got married and moved in to start a new chapter in our lives. My friends envied me for having achieve what many of them are still working on.

I have a stable career, a beautiful and pretty wife, I even snagged a coveted new flat right beside the train station. I mean, what are the odds of something like this happening ?

Well, I have my lucky stars to thank for this.

Life has always been pretty smooth sailing for me.

Looking forward to celebrate Lydia’s birthday and our one month wedding anniversary, I had planned for a dinner in a nice restaurant. However, Lydia text me in the middle of the day to say she has some work to rush and will only be home late.

The start up she works for just got a huge capital injection by investors and they are working really hard to take the company to the next level. So the plan is for me to pack some nice cakes and desserts, wait for Lydia to be done with her work before we celebrate at home.

Well, being a romantic, and a newly minted husband, I didn’t want to wait till she is done with work. Lydia might be too tired by then and I know how she feels about having cake late at night.

So I decided to surprise her and pay her a visit with cake and flowers in tow.

It’ll just be a simple surprise, and I’m sure the flowers will give her the necessary boost for her overtime work.

I collected the cake and flowers before taking a train to the industrial park where Lydia works at. The company is located on the top floor of an industrial building.

Having been to her work place a couple of times, I knew exactly where to go in the large complex. Dotted with a variety of trades from businesses selling construction materials to car workshops, the building can be a bit hard to navigate for 1st timers.

I arrived on level 7 and I could see quite a few vehicles still parked outside the unit housing Lydia’s office and warehouse.

Her bosses vehicles are there too. Well, at least they didn’t dump the work on her and leave.

Heading to the glass door, I looked into the reception area but the lights are already off. A ‘closed’ sign hung on the glass door and the only light is from a decorative fish tank by the waiting area.

The staff are probably working in the office or in the meeting room I guess.

I hit the door bell and waited, but no one came.

I decided to go by the rear entrance, a spot where many of the company’s smokers use for a short break. From there, I can access the pantry.

Walking around the back, I saw the door to the rear kept opened by a brick. The staff did it to stop the door from closing. They could always scan their staff pass to open it again but word around there is HR keeps an eye on how many times staff uses the back entrance, especially the smokers.

No one wants to be clocking in and out of the office using that door too often so they kept it open most of the time.

Makeshift ashtray made out of aluminum cans lined the floor beside a few old chairs.

Pulling the door open, I let myself into a service corridor which is non-airconditioned.

From there, I can access the bathrooms, the warehouse, and the pantry which is behind a glass door.

I was about to reach for the pantry when I heard something.

There’s a weird yet familiar sound coming from behind the door leading to the warehouse.

It’s the sound of a woman moaning, and the raspy rough voice of a man grunting.

I held my breath and brought my ears closer to the door.

I was right. Someone is moaning behind that door.

Out of curiosity, I tried the door knob and it turned easily. Pulling the door open, the sound of the moaning got louder and the familiarity of that moan is like a slap in my face.

The moans melted together with the satisfying grunts of a man, a melody you hear only from a couple in the heat of passionate love making.

I don’t know who is the man that is grunting and panting in pleasure, but I know the moans came from my wife.

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Old 04-11-2022, 09:39 AM
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I watched my wife get creamed on Chinese New Year

It was supposed to be a gathering of friends and a mahjong session. Someone got lucky, getting more that his share of ‘pong’ & ‘Hu’ that day.

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I never thought something like this will happen to me. It’s a true story that happened last Chinese new year. It bothered me for a long time and there is no one to share this with until I discovered a site that has a collection of similar wife sharing content.

There’s no need to keep anyone in suspense as to what happened. I can tell you straight away that my wife was fucked by one of her friends after her mahjong session on the 1st day of lunar new year.

Yes, my wife cheated on me.

What bothers me is not the fact that she had sex with a friend in our matrimonial home on Chinese new year. What bothers me is that amongst the angst and frustration I was feeling of being cuckold, I felt a tingle of excitement. That lingering taste of arousal in my head refuse to go away. It’s like experiencing a mental orgasm over and over again everytime I think about what happened that day.

That’s what drove me to find out more, that’s what drove me to the internet in search of answers.

I started talking via email to the writer of that site and he encouraged me to share my story, in my own words, from my own perspective. He wants me to relive that moment, pen it down in words and share it.

I was skeptical at first but I knew it was the right thing to do the moment I created a new word document and started typing away.

The arousal came straight back as if I was back on that day itself, peering down into the living area.

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It’s the first Chinese New Year my wife Emily and I are celebrating in our new home. With help from our parents, we put a deposit down on a cluster housing project located in the north of the country a few years ago.

Our place is a two storey plus attic unit about 2800 sqft in size. Plenty of space for a childless couple but having grown up in landed houses, both of us are used to the wide open space that is considered a luxury in Singapore.

We moved in barely 3 months before the arrival of Chinese New year and being the first one, we naturally wanted the place to be lively and all. After reunion dinner on the eve of Chinese New year, Emily and I invited our friends over to our place for a night of drinks and some casual gambling.

Emily prefers to play Mahjong, while I gravitate towards poker.

So both of us invited different groups of friends over, the spare room on level two will function as the poker room, while the living area right on level one will be the Mahjong table.

It was already close to 9pm when we got home and we have barely 30 minutes to wash up and get ready before the arrival of our guests.

My wife washed up in the master bathroom while I used the guest bathroom.

I quickly showered, then I went on to set up the poker table in the guest room. I even carried up a case of beer and drinks to stock up the mini fridge we have on level 2. That will save us the trouble of heading down to grab drinks.

I was about to head down to setup the mahjong table for my wife when I saw her step out of the bathroom with a towel over her head. I could feel a stir in my pants looking at her clad only in a pair of black lace panty with no bra.

James : You’re not playing Mahjong with no bra in case you are getting any ideas.

Emily : haha. But I will probably win…

James : No…

My wife made a face at me despite knowing it was a joke. She picked out a simple white school girl bra and quickly put in on, racking up her firm C cup tits that I absolutely adore.

Looking at Emily’s breast, my eyes immediately gravitated towards that seductive pair of cheongsum that is already ironed and hanging by the clothes rack.

That will me what she is wearing for the first day of Chinese new year when we are visiting. Her choice of clothes with her well endowed figure is sure to make her the center of attention.

Emily grabbed a pair of shorts from the top of the laundry pile which happened to be a FBT running shorts from her Junior college. One that she has kept for casual home wear.

She was about to grab a casual singlet when she saw the red house t-shirt from her junior college as well.

James : You looked like you are determined to win tonight.

I said as I looked at my wife who could still fit perfectly into her PE attire she last worn about 10 years ago.

My wife gave me a wink before telling me that she is already trying to be subtle about wearing too much red.

She sat down to blow dry her hair and I could not resist going behind her. Pressing my nose onto her shoulder, my hands went around her body, reaching for her tits.

Emily : ernghhhh… don’t want… our friends are coming..

James : Seeing you like this…just gets me excited…

Emily : hmmmm… maybe later…?

She said, raising her voice so I can hear her over the hair dryer.

James : As long as you don’t say after you win…

Emily : Hahahah…yes! After I win…

James : I knew it…

I heard the doorbell chime and the first of our guest has arrived.

I gave Emily a parting look as I went downstairs to receive our friends. The first to arrive is Heng, Emily’s friend and also a co-worker in the same company, but the work in different department.

Heng : Hey James. Happy new year…

James : Eh…Happy new year…

Heng brought along with him a box of cream puff deserts.

Heng : This is very good, new bakery in town. Had to be on waiting list to get them… Emily and you have to try it.

James : oh wow..thanks…come in…come in…

I set the cream puff down on the dining table just as my wife started coming down the stairs.

I told Emily her friend Heng brought cream puffs.

They started chatting while I prepared the drinks just as the doorbell rang again.

My wife wasted no time in biting down onto Heng’s cream puff and I saw the pipped cream ooze out from the puff, staining the side of her lip and cheeks.

Never in my wildest dream will I expect that in a few hours, I will be seeing Heng’s semen oozing out from my wife’s vagina.

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cock teasing gone wrong

Kristine is addicted to cock teasing, often dressing up and role playing to achieve the level of arousal she wants for foreplay. She has role-played multiple roles, from innocent students to office sluts, however her first attempt as a tired lactating mother in the midst of pumping milk ended up in a disaster she would never imagine possible

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My wife Kristine is that petite sweet young thing on the road that you would mistake as a student.

At 1.55m tall, her slim and slender frame makes her appear to be younger that she really is. Her naturally fair and blemish free complexion compounded that school girl effect.

Kristine may be small in size but she’s blessed with naturally big racks, her breast are supple and firm. It’s a small C cup and boy I have to admit those were the first things to draw my attention when I first knew her.

Needless to say, Kristine’s good looks meant she had a lot of suitors both inside and outside of work but thankfully, with my wit and cunning, I won her over fair and square.

Sex with Kristine can only be described as mind blowing.

She’s light, at 46kg. This meant I could easily lift her up against my large frame and bang her brains out while keeping her suspended in mid air.

The first time we did it, Kristine moaned and squirted all over my body as she battled the intense orgasm while drooling and clinging onto my neck and shoulder.

Not only is she a minx in the bedroom, Kristine is also the envy of many in the kitchen.

She can whipped up a good meal and did I mention she’s meticulous with housework too ?

What more can a man ask for in his life ?

I consider myself truly lucky to have Kristine as my wife.

At work, Kristine leads a small team of 4 doing marketing for a cosmetic company. Don’t let her looks deceive you though, she can be a bas ass in the meeting room and she knows when to stand her ground.

Clients wise, well, who could resist that devilish look Kristine gives when trying to wrangle things her way.

I am well aware of the hold and power my wife holds over other men with the way she looks and dress.

It’s ok with me, I’m not the jealous type.

I know my wife well, she is not the type to cheat on me.

I have full confidence in Kristine.

Kristine however, has a slight flaw.

A flaw that I kept reminding her to correct , if not, one day, it’s going to get her into trouble.

That flaw is her being a cock teaser.

Yes, I hate to admit it but my wife is a cock teaser.

She likes to dress provocatively to tease the eyes of other men. Kristine enjoys the attention she gets from the men when we go out. Countless times, we spotted men secretly taking pictures of her at the mall, at the escalator , even on the train.

We would pretend not to notice but it was bloody obvious.

I would check the sex forums and usually by the evening, my wife’s pictures will be on those forums.

Her photos will be up and both of us would be reading the comments.

“ that body needs a good fuck “

“ I’m going to rip her clothes off “

“ fucking slut…. She needs a good one to satisfy her “

Comments like this turns Kristine on more than any foreplay.

The thought of faceless men wanking off to her pictures and thinking about her body is enough to make her wet herself.

This is one of the reason why Kristine continued to be a cock teaser when she’s not working.

She eventually grew tired of cock teasing men at the mall and in public as she wanted to seek a new thrill.

That was when she started taking risks.

She started going further, taking cock teasing to another level.

I was fucking aroused the first time she did it. My cock got so hard that I fucked her for 2 hours straight and I came 3 times.

Kristine started teasing delivery men.

Yes, delivery guys sending food and parcels to our place.

She would order food, and made a deliberate attempt to dress up.

No, my wife did not dress up in some sexy bikini or revealing lingerie.

She capitalised on her girlish looks to dress up as a student.

She started with her JC uniforms. Putting on that innocent white bra underneath that white blouse. Her skirt would be folded at the waist to make it appear shorter than it really is.

It will be at least a good 3 inches up from her knees and enough to give the discipline mistress a heart attack.

Kristine is not contended with just receiving food while pretending to be a student. She would make sure the setting, the details, everything fits.

She would choose to pay by cash, the delivery guy would be asked to put the food at the table while she searches for money.

The table would have her books, her notepads, her girlish phone with cartoon covers. All these to give an impression that she is studying.

The sofa would be strewn with fresh laundry with her bras and panties at the top to give an impression that the family is out working and no one is free to finish up the housework.

Kristine would leave a button undone, striking a more casual dress sense since she is at home.

With her full breast, that petite body and her deliberate action of trying to search for loose change while allowing the delivery man to ogle at her breast, I dare say everyone left our place with a hard on.

It’s not only school uniforms that Kristine likes to use as a cock teasing attire.

There was once she received the delivery with a pair of FBT shorts riding so high that her whole inner thigh is exposed and she was wearing only a sports bra on top.

I was hiding behind the kitchen and the moment the door opened, I could see the delivery rider adjusting his erection as Kristine pretended to drop some coins she prepared, rearing up her bottom to face him while she picks them up.

There was also the mid shower scenario that Kristine digs.

Timing her shower such that the guy would appear, Kristine would rush out of the shower, towel around her body with her hair dripping wet.

Sometimes when she feels like it, my wife would do the stuck up office lady attire while pretending to flirt on the phone.

A tight figure hugging dress with the phone on one ear while she tried to put on her earrings on the other.

Kristine would speak loud enough for the delivery guy to hear and create a scenario that she is cheating on me.

Kristine : my husband is outstationed…. You want to come and fuck me tonight in my bed ? hahaha….. yes… I miss that long cock of yours….hur hur hur….

A quick sentence like this while mouthing a thank you in with that seductive dressing always put a smile on the delivery man’s face.

Needless to say, after each teasing, we would fuck like bunnies, our intercourse greatly enhanced by the cock teasing my wife did.

It made her wet beyond any other forms of foreplay.

I told my wife repeatedly though to tone it down, take things down a notch, and never to do it when I’m not around at home.

Kristine always says I’m a nag.

I told her it’s for her own safety.

She never took me seriously.

Then that faithful day finally came.

That day when Kristine’s cock teasing finally went a bit too far.

Or maybe it was just her unlucky day to get a horny sex starved delivery man who just got out of jail for sexual offences not too long ago.

It was like any other day after work.

I would video call Kristine in my hotel after my meeting.

I logged into my home’s security system that offers a live stream of my living area. The camera can cover the field of view from the entrance to the living room where the windows are.

There’s a 2nd camera that covers the kitchen and the entrance but that’s just a backup and it doesn’t record.

I would use these to check on my wife whenever I’m out stationed.

I gave Kristine strict instructions not to do any of her cock teasing nonsense when I’m not around but she came home from work that day feeling extra horny.

Kristine video called me and told me she needed to cum.

I wanted to do video sex but she said no, it might get leaked or hack.

She told me she ordered dinner in and will probably tease the delivery guy a little to get herself wet before fingering herself off to end the night.

I was against it but she said the delivery was already on the way and reaching in 20 minutes.

The least I could do was to stay on the line and wait for the delivery to arrive to make sure everything is ok.

And so I waited as I chatted with my wife.

I never expected my world to be shattered that day.

I never expected to be forced to watch a live stream of my wife being taken against her will by the food delivery guy.

And worst of all, I never expected that guy to invite his friends up to my place.

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After her divorce, Juliette cannot seem to find satisfaction with her sex life. Until one day, she chance upon this strange site while surfing adult videos.

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Ever since my divorce with my husband, I have this void in my life that cannot seemed to be filled. I’m not desperate or anything, but a part of me just feels empty and unsatisfied.

I’m only 30 years old, I have my needs too. I have a collection of sex toys and dildos, massagers, you name it, I’ve tried it. Yet I am still unable to fill that void in my head.

Yes, the void is in my head, not my cunt. I can stick something in my reproductive organ if I want to , picking someone up from a bar for a night of passionate love making is up my alley too but it doesn’t solve the problem.

Something is missing.

I’m not looking to get back into another relationship so soon either. I just want to be satisfied sexually without the emotional commitments, is that too much to ask for ?

Ever since my divorce, I’ve stopped working as well. The divorce settlement consists of close to a million in cash and the matrimonial home which is currently being rented out.

With almost $4000 in rent coming into my pocket every month, a bank full of savings and my own personal investments, I can afford to take a break from the daily grind.

I spent my day sleeping till the sun is high above my head before I get up and change for the gym. After two hours in the gym, I will grab something to eat, do a bit of shopping, maybe sneak in a massage before heading home to my parent’s place. I will then lock myself in the room and start surfing pornography and adult videos.

Sounds weird coming from a girl but yes, women needs visual stimulation too!

I love watching adult videos of different genre. When the mood hits me at the right note, my sex toys will come out of their drawers, my fingers get moist and wet and the next thing I knew, I’m writhing on my bed as I gave myself the orgasm that I have been craving for the whole day.

After the high of the orgasm wears off, I lie down in bed and drift off to sleep, capping yet another unproductive day of my sad, divorced life.

Then something happened one evening. While surfing an adult site that I’ve never been to, I saw an advertisement.

An ad for special services dedicated to women only. I clicked on the link to check it out and I was pleasantly surprised to read about the services they provide.

‘customised & impeccable service designed to get you to your fantasy orgasm’

It sounds dodgy as hell, the reviews on the site too sound made up. The colours of the site, the way it’s designed from the font to the layout however is very classy.

The text are small, the colours are earthly and pleasant to look at. There are no colourful popup adds of women flashing their tits or funny links. It looked professional and rather convincing.

A box for a web chat popped up after the site realized I have been surfing around for close to 3 minutes after registering for an account to read more details and reviews.

It asked if I have any questions and I did.

I wanted to know more.

What services do they provide exactly ? and how do I engage them ?

I received a reply almost immediately, asking for a $500 downpayment.

I snorted and laughed behind the screen. If this is not a scam, I don’t know what is. Just a landing page for a site, a few line of text, and you are asking me for advance payment of $500?

This is madness.

I declined to pay and received a reply that I can only say is professional.

‘Of course Madam. Do get in touch with us if you change your mind.’

That was it. I did not want to pay the $500 deposit, they did not press me for it, they did not try to convince me for it, they did not try to coerce me for it.

This only deepens my curiosity.

After sitting on it for a full day, I navigated back to the site again the next evening.

I told the person via the webchat that I was the one who chatted with them the day before.

‘Yes we know it’s you Madam… your IP address is the same.’

Juliette : What can you all do for me ?

‘We can give you the orgasm you are looking for’

I laughed and asked them what makes them so sure.

Juliette : How do you plan on doing that?

‘Pay the deposit, and come on the joy ride. Let us show you Juliette.’

I stood up from my seat, horrified that they knew my name.

It was then I realized I was logged into the adult site earlier, thankfully I only gave the site my name and nothing else.

‘We know everything about you base on your search and surfing history. Trust us, we will create and customize an orgasm you will never forget.’

I bit my lips and looked at the text on the screen.

$500 is a lot of money, I’m going to look really stupid if I get scammed. I wonder what the police officer would say if I told him I got scammed because someone online told me they can guarantee me an orgasm I’ll never forget.

I struggled with my decisions and decided to take the plunge. What the worse that can happen ? It’s just losing $500.

Asking for the payment method, I transferred $500 to the account and within a minute, realized that my account has been upgraded. The site that I’m on has a lot more options being opened up now. More reviews, more testimony, and a detailed price list.

The more I read, the more intrigue I was about the service they provided only to women.

In the end, I decided to take the Luxe package, the middle of the three tiers at $2388. There is no need to pay anything more, the $500 I paid will be offset from the final bill.

The site is so confident that they can deliver that they promised if the customer is not satisfied, she can refuse payment.

A series of dates popped up for me to select the day of the service and I choose the next day.

A non-disclosure form appeared on the screen next.

I was not to disclose the services provided to anyone and not to share the details either. Privacy is something the company takes seriously and failure to comply will result in a lawsuit.

I chuckled and ticked my agreement into all the boxes.

If this is a scam, it sure is convincing.

I input my mobile number and hit sent.

I received an acknowledgement within a minute, confirming my order for the Luxe package the next day.

Climbing into bed, I stared at the ceiling and wondered what awaits me at the mysterious company.

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Cheating wife from elite school gangbang by construction workers

James plans and manipulates his wife to cheat, then arranges a gangbang for her against her will

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My wife, Yuting, is someone you would love to hate.

She has the typical elitist mentality of someone who goes to branded schools, hangs out with the cool and hip crowd, and even though she studied in Singapore, she speaks with a slight slang.

She comes from a well to do family and has spent her schooling days along the stretch of road known as Bukit Timah. Even though her school is a couple of bus stops away, she gets chauffeured to and fro everyday till she enters Junior college.

I don’t know how many hearts she has broken with her pretty face and shapely figure but I’ve heard stories about her from some of her friends.

Ok, not stories, more of snippets of trivial information.

Yuting was the belle of the school when she was in her teens.

Now that she has finally grown into a woman, she continues to attract stares and envy looks when she dresses up and hit the town.

She has a good shoulder frame set on top of her v-shape torso, her bottom fills up nicely with her perky butt and she is blessed with a pair of long beautiful legs. At 1.65, she’s not really in the tall league but it’s just the proportion of her body that really catches the guy’s attention.

Her breast is a nice full B cup, not too big, but the right size to pair with a nice low cut top. Nothing too eye catching, yet it leaves your imagination running wild, thinking about what would be underneath.

I’ve seen her school photos, the way that sleeveless blue dress she wore from primary to secondary school hugged onto her well developed breast. It was no wonder she attracted a few females as well.

Yuting has perfect eyesight, yet for the sake of getting a nerdish look at times, she would put on a pair of glasses. The kind Jap AV stars would wear so you can cum all over her face.

I can only imagine what that did to the poor boys in her same JC class. Occasionally she would still boast about being sought after by 5 of her classmates at the same time, but I would just listen on with a smile.

Having been in a girls school all the way till she’s 16, she enjoyed the attention she got from the guys right from the get go. Yuting was showered with gifts and attention not only from her classmates, even the lecturers loved her as she’s a really bright student.

She scores well, speaks well and has a demeanour that spoke class and style no matter what she did.

She seems like the perfect girl until you get to know her in a more intimate level.

Her dad, my father in law is a small time developer, very low profile. Throughout his career, he has managed to build up his small contractor business, making a tidy sum from tearing down old houses and rebuilding them.

With 3 fully paid properties along Bukit timah being rented out, he started taking things easy when he reached his 50th birthday.

I was one of his first employee, and having choose to stick with him through thick and thin because I know he’s a nice guy.

He pays me well, and on my 6th year of working with him, he introduced his daughter to me over a company dinner.

Yuting was 24 when I was introduced to her officially. The same age which I started work at her dad’s company.

I had seen her a couple of times at the office and everyone know she’s the boss’s daughter. When she comes down to site, I can even see some of the indian workers staring at her.

You can’t blame them though.

Who in the world comes to a construction site in a white tube top dress with high heels.

As Yuting’s father starting to take a back seat in managing the company, he handed over more responsibilities to Yuting and she eventually became my boss.

She may be younger than me but she has a natural bossy attitude when it comes to managing people.

One thing many suppliers and old staff hated was that she talks down to people.

As if everyone she speaks to is beneath her.

Another thing about Yuting was that she hated foreign workers. The manner in which she scolds our Indian workers was very insulting.

She refer to them as dogs, always saying they stink.

“ You smell like a pig “ ,

“ Get your muddy shoes out of my office “ ,

“ stupid Indian “

“worst than dog shit”

Yuting calls all the Indian workers by the same name.

“ Muthu curry”

The fuck is she thinking, I don’t know, but that’s the way she is.

She would look at them in a condescending manner before asking them to do something.

Yuting : Eh…. Muthu curry, bring this over there

Yuting : Eh….. muthu curry, can you hurry up or not…..so slow like pig….

It’s hard to imagine something with her level of education will say something like that. It’s as if she despises them so much that she can’t bring herself to look at them in the eye when she talks to them.

And these are the very workers that helped her dad built up his business.

Many times I had to apologise to the workers after she’s gone. Sooth a few wounds with some drinks and snacks, telling the workers not to be bothered with her. Thankfully they know me pretty and with a casual shake of their heads, they would wave it off and all would be good, I think…..

Sometimes I would notice a group of them staring at Yuting, whispering and talking softly amongst themselves. Someone would make a comment, and suddenly the rest would nod their head eagerly before breaking into a laugh.

It’s not hard to imagine what they were walking about especially with the way Yu ting dresses and the way she looks.

Now for me,I’m just a simple neighbour kid, my academic results were less than stellar. It’s not uncommon for me to make some grammar mistakes in my emails to clients. Yuting would flare up at me and say my English sucks.

She would also nick pick on the things I do, saying that I’m slow in giving instructions to the site staff and I’m not productive enough.

And the scolding got worst when we started dating.

You must be laughing your socks off by now.

Why would I want to date someone like her ?

The thing is we spent so much time together because of work, somehow, we just naturally drifted closer. It started with the dinners, then the occasional coffee.

Then the movies follows.

I held her hand one evening after rushing out some work in the office and we fucked like 2 sex starved rabbits in the pantry and the rest as they say, is history.

As long as Yuting keeps her mouth shut, she’s not that bad.

Sex was great, especially so after a hard argument in the office. Even though we were officially an item, Yuting would scold me and put me down in front of sub contractors and other suppliers.

It was humiliating and embarrassing, not just because I’m a guy, it’s also because I’m her boyfriend.

It was situation like this that drove up my sex drive.
One thing about Yuting though, she would never reject my sexual advances. Not that I could remember.

Her sex drive is pretty high, perhaps amplified by the fact that she had spent a good amount of time in the girls school.

It was as if she somehow knew I would want to fuck her hard, pound on her firm toned butt, slam my hardened dick into her soft helpless pussy every time I argued with her, or rather, after every time she scolded me.

I would not wait for her to shower or change.

On days like this I would leave office on my own.

The moment I saw her car pull up in the driveway, I would get ready in the room.

Yuting hardly put up a fight when I grabbed onto her hair and forced her down to her knees.

She tries to put her branded Chanel bag on the table but I would sweep it off and kick it to a corner as I unzipped my pants. Roughly thrusting my dick into her face, forcing her to suck me in her office clothes.

She just looked quietly at my bulging privates, giving me a innocent cock hungry slut look, which usually comes with some half hearted apology.

Yuting : Dear…. I’m sorry…. You know my temper is not very good….
I would thrust my privates towards her, feeling the built up of my sexual frustration coupled with the humiliation at work. Looking at Yuting give me that trying to act innocent look made my dick rock hard.

Then all my anger, my stress and tension would just go away as I look at her obediently take my dick into her mouth. Licking my pee hole and sucking my shaft.

Her blow job is not very good, just run of the mill. I’ve had better ones when I go out to have fun, but it’s not the act itself that turns me on. It’s me knowing that even though she’s my wife, knowing that this girl from a good elite school who owns everything still has to get down on her knees and suck the dick of a simple neighbourhood guy that arouses me.

So what if you are top of the class ?

What does it matter if you are the belle of the school with all the attention showered on you ?

You are still sucking the cock of a neighbourhood kid.

It’s a sick thought but I could not help it.

I would usually end the session after a good pounding for Yuting, making sure she sweats and perspire, drenching her work clothes before I cum deep into her golden pussy.

We have no intentions to have kids, it was something we both agreed on before we got married, as such, Yuting is on regular contraceptives.

This pretty much meant I can cum as much as I wanted into her without fear.

Our lives were pretty mundane and it was a chance encounter I had that I started to suspect Yuting was cheating on me.

The office had just hired a designer from Portugal, and I notice Yuting has been spending a lot of time with him.

There were a few too frequent work lunches and when they started going out for long meetings, I knew something was wrong.

I started to pay more attention to the both of them at work, I had to be sure if not I will end up making a fool of myself.

As I observed the new designer, Mike , I noticed something peculiar. He was hired to do some design work, but he spends most of the time typing away on his computer.

He shouldn’t have that much correspondence to reply to as he’s only been here for less than 3 months. I have yet to assign a project to him and he was doing bits and pieces of work for a few other team leaders.

I turned to look at Yuting and I noticed that she too will be typing away on her keyboard whenever Mike stops.

It might be a coincidence but I decided to do a more detailed count.

After getting it right about 17 times before lunch, I was pretty sure I was on to something.

Yuting would smile, type away on her keyboard before clicking send.

Mike would suddenly smile, type away before clicking again.

As this series of actions happened in succession, I knew something was up.

1st December 2014

Monday

12.10pm

Yuting came over to me and said she’s heading out to meet a client for lunch.

Barely a minute later I saw Mike check his surrounding and left for lunch too.

I immediately got up and the moment Mike went into the lift, I dashed to the staircase, skipping 3 steps at a time to clear the 4 storey building we work in at Outram.
I got to the ground floor in time to see Mike casually checking the surrounding before walking away from the lift lobby.

Making sure I kept a safe distance, I started to follow him.

Mike crossed a couple of roads before disappearing into Wangz hotel.

I doubled my pace but he was gone.

He did not go into the main entrance, of that I was sure.

He went to the carpark.

I went to the basement carpark and I saw Yuting’s car parked right in front of my face.

There was a lift beside her car and I watch the number go up to the 4th floor.

Before I could do anything, a staff approached me and asked if he could help.

Hotel Staff : Can I help you Sir ?

I gave him a look and turned away before replying.

Adrian : No you can’t….

I went back to the office and noted the time that Yuting came back. Barely 10 minutes later, Mike appeared.

Surprisingly though, I was not that mad.

Perhaps it was because I was also cheating on her.

As I look at Yuting in the office, crossing her legs pretending to act all demure and professional, I could not help but think of the fact that she just had her vagina pounded and abused by someone else other than me.

Fucking slut.

2.30pm

A few indian workers came into the office with some site forms and documents for Yuting to sign.

Raja , Vijay and Sumar. They knew some basic English, good enough to do basic administrative work. The moment they entered, I could see Yuting’s face change.

Her blissful fresh fucked mood was gone and she started on her insults and comments about the workers before ending them out after she scribbled and approved the forms and documents.

I saw Raja mumbling something to the other 2 before they laughed at the same time as they step out into the lobby.

Yuting came over to me, asking me some questions.

I could smell her.

I could see her cleavage as she moved my mouse, trying to bring up a document I was working on.

It was then a weird perverted thought crossed my mind.

It was so weird that I was surprised it even came up

I could not differentiate arousal and anger as my mind suddenly get filled with weird thoughts and images.

Was I so angry that I lost my mind ?

I was fuming.

I really was.

My heart was beating pretty fast, I knew I was angry, but how could I explain the erection that was pushing away in my pants ?

My freshly fucked wife standing right by my side, trying to act all professional and normal when the fact that she was just used by Mike kept swirling around in my head.

It was then the images morphed into something weird.

Something taboo.

A scenario that conservative Asians like us hardly talked about.

Flashes and scenes of Yuting being all slut like and used by multiple men kept rolling through my head. The picture of her being held down forcibly, used against her will seemed to be squeezing the air out of my lungs.

I downed 2 cups of water in succession in order to calm myself down.

I needed to organise my thoughts.

I needed to think even though my emotions made it hard for me to concentrate.

2nd December 2014

Tuesday

8.30pm

I drifted like a zombie through the rest of the work day, nothing could grab my focus and concentration other that the thought of Yuting.

Of how she betrayed me.

How she willingly let herself being used and fucked by another man.

I wanted to strike when the iron is hot. Some things you really need to move it along and act before others get enough time to react.

Perhaps it’s the rising anger and the raging hormones, It somehow just spur me on to planning and executing the whole plan.
Partly I think it was also because I’m afraid that sick erotic thought would just go away.

That thought of seeing Yuting helpless and used.

I could not explain why I so badly craved seeing Yuting being used like some cheap slut, she is my wife after all, but she cheated on me. It’s that gnawing sense of betrayal that bites me.

Being a small company, we handle our own IT and email servers, with the administrator rights I had, I used it to access Mike’s email. The moment it came up on my screen, I was overwhelmed by the amount of correspondence he had with Yuting.

As I opened and scrolled through the contents, the hair on the back of my neck stood on it’s end.

It was downright dirty.

Slut would be an understatement.

After reading through a few lines, I could no longer differentiate exactly I was feeling in terms of emotions.

Am I feeling mad ?

Am I upset ?

Or am I aroused and horny ?

I really don’t know.

Contents similar to the ones below were everywhere;

“ Are you thinking of me today ? “

“What would you like me to do later ? “

“Do you miss my cuddle ? “

“ It’s a bit painful today, guess I had to take a day off or so “

“ I could hardly walk after that quicke “

“ My leg cramped up several times this afternoon, lol, don’t think we can do that too often “

Images and scenarios of what happened between Mike and Yuting flooded my brain and I found it hard to breath.

Those were the earlier mails.

I moved on to the recent items and was appalled by the content of the mail.

It had slowly evolved from plain cheating to hardcore discussion of sex.

From gangbang to dungeon torture, her likes and dislikes.

Even her secret fantasies.

Fantasies that my wife never even shared with me.

“ I wanted to be used, have every hole plugged and be screaming for more “

“…. To hold me down hard, pressing me against a rough surface while you pound away at me…. “

“ To suck on multiple dicks …… and have them all ejaculate on my face at the same time…… “

The sentences sent blood straight to my dick again.
I almost broke the scroll button as I tried to find Mike’s reply.

These were things Yuting never shared with me.

He replied with endless compliments of her perfect body, her smooth flawless skin.

Mike admitted that he was captivated by her Asian parentage, the very notion of conservative Asian culture was part of his fascination with Yuting.

He always wanted a Asian wife.

Someone shy and obliging.

Obedient and willing.

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James' survival school

With lingerie stealing & upskirt cases at an all time high in Singapore’s university, James decides to capitalize on the situation and start a survival school for undergraduates. After all, as the society progresses, having access to worn lingerie for undergraduates is a need, not a want.

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James looked at the dozen of guys gathered in front of him that morning between the age of 19 to 23. He has a good crowd that day and he is confident he can get most of them to sign up for his school.

Standing in front of one of the largest student hostel located within the university, James told the group that he will wait another 5 minutes before commencing the lesson.

James : Alright, I’m not waiting anymore. Good morning everyone, welcome to James’ survival school. This is a free introductory lesson, please remember to like, subscribe, and share this free lesson with your friends.

He clapped his hands a couple of times to get everyone’s attention before going on.

James : Ok. I know why all of you sign up to my survival course ok. It’s because I put a picture of a pretty girl on the link isn’t it ? haha. It’s ok don’t need to be shy. Here is the actual girl, please put your hands together for Melissa.

The boys clapped and Melissa stepped out from a nearby parked car.

Dressed in yoga tights and sports bra, her sleek gym and Pilate sculpted body drew the attention of all the attendees. Some of them looked at her breast that is challenging the very design of the sports bra she is wearing.

Others looked at the pair of white tights, trying to figure out what the shadows and indentation at certain spots are.

Melissa : good morning boys..

Melissa waved and proceeded to tie up her hair into a pony tail in a deliberate act to show off her smooth underarms. One of the guys subconsciously stuck out his tongue like a viper trying to taste the air around itself. He did it while eyeing Melissa’s underarms, a clear sign that he is already thinking of licking those delicious pits.

Melissa took her time to tie up her hair before twirling around to show of the interlocking straps of her sports bra that is now redefining how a modern display of bondage wear should look like in public.

Erections rose and the attendees adjusted their position, trying to hide the tent pole in their pants.

James : Today, I will be teaching all of you, not just to survive, but how to thrive in University. Ok ? There are a lot of distractions, I know. Trust me. I have been there. Now turn around and take a look at the building behind you.

James gestured to the largest student accommodation in the University town.

James : What do you see ?

‘trees’

‘buildings’

‘hostel’

Came the scattered reply.

James : come on guys. Stop lying to yourself.

He snapped his finger several times.

James : your eyes are obviously looking at the windows of the rooms belonging to the girls.

The guys laughed sheepishly.

James : Your eyes are looking at their laundry. You are looking at the wet clothes they hang out of their window. You are looking at those nice lacy lingerie. Correct or not ?

No one answered James and barely anyone met his attempted eye contact.

James puts a palm to his chest like someone out to spread the word of the devil to his followers in a sincere manner.

James : I know…trust me. I know that feeling. I was a student here like you before. These distractions have ruined the future and lives of many of my friends. Hardly a day goes by where there isn’t a panty stealing, or bathroom peeping incident. Studying is stressful, I know. I really do.

James : And all the hot babes walking around are distractions you do not need, but you cannot deny their existence. They are always…

Before James could finish a overweight chap put up his hands and interrupted him.

Bob : James. I came to this survival school from a erotica site. I want to learn about survival skills! Just go straight to the point!

James : Calm down brother. I’m not done with my introduction.

Bob : I need to steal those panties, I need to sniff them, to lick those delicious bra cups. I have so many pretty school mates, I want to do a lot of things to them but I know there are illegal. I know they are wrong! So please just get to the point and teach us. Teach us how to survive !

Several others nodded in agreement and started talking at the same time.

Melissa : calm down boys calm down… we will get there.

Joe, a guy with severe pimple outbreak on his forehead stepped in front of the group.

Joe : I feel so horny everyday James. It’s making it difficult to study. All I can think of is taking upskirt pictures, or trying to snipe a photo of my classmates. I was so tempted to trespass into the room of a girl I like and just dig through her wardrobe so I can crossdress in her clothes and masturbate onto the desk she use to study!

Joe said it with so much angst that James put up both palms and introduced some breathing exercise for the guys to calm down.

James : Alright. I think it’s good that we all know, all these thoughts, all these fantasies. They are wrong. Right ? right ? Don’t worry, this is why we are here. My survival school, will help you get through all of these struggles. It’s not wrong to have fantasies, it’s not wrong to have fetishes. It is definitely not wrong to be interested in your female friends. We just need to identify the method to effectively deal with your urges, in a responsible, legal and morally….

Bob : Oh Fuck James!. Just tell me how I can steal my classmate’s panty without getting caught!

Joe : Show me the best method to take upskirt pictures ! I really need to look at the underwear of this hot classmate of mine.

James exhaled and nodded making eye contact with each of guys who signed up to the free trial.

James : alright…alright…

He stopped talking and paused for effect. When he spoke again, he did it with a voice so low and soft, one would think he is about to share a huge secret.

James : I will tell you exactly how, to get the underwear of the girl you like legally.

Putting up a finger to make his point he added.

James : It’s legal. She won’t hate you for it. There’s no need to steal. She will give it to you willingly, whole heartedly… you can do anything you want with it and when you return it back to her, she will even wash it clean before using them again..how that?…hows that eh ?

Everyone is nodding their heads and James gestured all of them closer. You could almost smell the excitement in the air for the group of guys and for Bob, he could almost smell the panty he has been lusting after.

James : first…sign up, subscribe. And share my survival course.

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The wedding montage

No one is interested in those tacky childhood growing up videos and pictures being shown in weddings. It’s time to show the guest and groom what they really want to see.
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James wiped his palms on the side of his pants as he stood at the front of the banquet hall. Forty tables of relatives, colleagues and friends are seated in front of him in the banquet hall. All eyes are on the two giant project screen beside the stage.

As the music plays in the background and the light dims, the door to the banquet hall opened up.

James looks at his beautiful wife Joyce as she walked into the hall in the white designer gown. Those that did not turn their heads to look at the bride are staring at her via the live video feed.

Her slender arms held onto the sides of her gown as she strut slowly into the cheers and applause of the invited guest.

James smiled as he made eye contact with Joyce, the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

He came down the steps of the stage and waited for his wife to walk towards him. Unable to contain his excitement, he closed the distance between them and took Joyce into his arms.

As the couple kissed in full view of the banquet hall, everyone whistled and cheered.

Going up to the stage, James and Joyce cut the wedding cake and posed for photos.

The host guided them to their seat right in front of the stage and while the first dish is being served from the kitchen, directed everyone’s attention to the large screen.

Host : Thank you everyone for being here with us this lovely evening for the union of James and Joyce. Now, it’s customary to show a wedding montage of the couple’s younger self as you all know. The couple have specially prepared this video and mind you, neither of them have seen what each other has prepared so it’s also a surprise for them. Hahaha

The background music faded off to silence as the screen flashed an animation of a ticker counting down from 10 to 1.

Singapore marriages has long moved on from showing video montages of the bride and groom’s growing up years. No more childhood photos, geeky school days and early dating videos.

Those are no longer in trend these days.

The younger generation are a lot more liberal and open minded. Their approach towards marriage is an open one, one without secrets and past emotional baggage.

James held onto Joyce’s hands as he looked at the screen excitedly. He has no appetite for the food and he could barely contain his excitement.

The ticker counted down to zero and a low resolution video of Joyce in her secondary school uniform came into view.

Joyce smiled at the camera and James’ heart beat twice as fast as he looked at the date stamp. It’s the day after Joyce turned 16.

Everyone clapped as Joyce gave the camera a cheeky smile before the face of a older teen came into view. A tattooed, blonde hair dude who is also invited to the wedding banquet.

Joyce : That’s my first boyfriend…Tim..

Joyce said as she turned to James with a smile.

James could feel his penis getting hard as he looked at his wife in that pristine white blouse covered with the dark blue pinafore of one of the elite girls school in Singapore.

Tim held onto the green tie and tugged Joyce towards him while the shaky camera captured both of their mischievous giggles.

Tim gently nudged Joyce down onto her knees before setting the camera down at a flower pot a few steps away. As the scene of a staircase located on the top floor of a housing block came into view, Tim stepped into frame, presenting himself in front of the bride when she is 16 years old.

The guest clapped and the host whistled.

James panted for air as he looked at the video montage cast onto the 100 inch screen.

He felt his wife squeeze his hand under the table as Tim pulled Joyce towards his pants in the video, rubbing his privates against her cheeks.

James smiled as he felt the ooze of precum inside his pants.

He’s already so excited with the first video montage made when Joyce is 16. He wonders how many more she has prepared for the screening since they only met when she is 27.

Regardless of how many she will be showing, James looks at the smiling guest and loud applause as he beamed with pride.

Tim’s pants was removed in the video along with his underwear and the cheering got louder.

Joyce flicked back a stray fringe behind her ears as Tim held onto her green tie with his right hand while holding onto his penis with his left. With a gentle tug, Joyce parted her lips and Tim’s meat disappeared into Joyce’s mouth as thunderous applause filled the banquet hall.

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The naughty me

Juliette is a naughty girl, and she shares about an erotic encounter on a packed train.

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I only wear undies when I’m having my period.

I need it to hold up my pad.

On days when I am not bleeding, I will choose to go without my panty.

It’s an exciting feeling, especially when I know there are men looking at me.

To compound that excitement, I would wear short skirts or tight dresses. Anything figure hugging.

As long as it’s tight and shows off my figure and gives anyone paying attention that I’m not wearing undies, I would wear it. I won’t admit it but it’s arousing to go without panty especially when I’m wearing something short.

That breeze you feel on your bare skin when you walk, my god.

The excitement of stepping up on an escalator or having a man come too close to you with his phone in hand, it was enough to moist my love canal.

I consider myself to be pretty decent looking.

There must be a reason why all the men turn their heads to look at me when we cross each other.

I have a good figure too, I work out, I watch my diet and I spent hours at the gym trying to make that butt of mine look desirable. My breast is full and supple, don’t really need to wear push ups to make them look bigger but I wear them for the support.

I look for those cuts that would give me a snug fit, one that would deliver the same kind of feeling as a man grabbing onto my tits from behind.

Imagine walking around all day with that feeling all over your love pillows.

How can a girl not get wet ?

I love it when other women gives me dagger stares especially when their partner’s roving eyes checked me out.

My ego craved the attention. The thought of their partners looking at me when their own girl is beside them gives me this erotic triumph feeling I cannot describe.

They want me. They want to do things to me.

They want my body beneath theirs as I moaned in the middle of passionate love making, alas, that moment would not come.

Perhaps it would only happen as a flash in their own minds, for a split second before it’s forgotten.

My body is something they cannot have. I’m not a slut okay, I don’t want to throw myself at anyone, but I’m not a virgin either.

Look all you want.

Feast your eyes on me.

It makes me happy.

Happy to know that men are looking at my body like a piece of meat that they cannot have.

Just go ahead and look.

Looking is perfectly fine and legal.

Make eye contact too.

You never know when you might get lucky.

And many have gotten lucky over the years.

I’m going to turn 30 in a year, and I have no idea how long my body will last in it’s peak condition.

So why not have fun while I’m young right ?

Make the best of it.

I love peak hour in the train.

Peak hour train in the morning when everyone is packed like sardines is when the excitement begins for me. It was obvious the men were all slowly shuffling towards where I was standing.

Their bodies would press tightly onto mine and when the train rocked and move, I could feel their hands, fingers and erection rubbing against me.

It’s arousing not just for them, but for me as well. I like that feeling of bodies plastered together in a tight space, but of course, I’m not going to admit it. I’m just going to pretend to be that innocent office lady heading to work.

Slap on a pair of high heels, a tight dress and no panty on, I could get wet just feeling my own vagina lips rub and brush against each other as the train rock it’s way to town.

More than once, I felt the men pushing their luck with me. Their fingers gently rubbing against my buttcheek.

Once someone put his whole palm on my buttocks.

Another tried to lift up my dress from behind.

I did nothing, or rather, I pretended to do nothing while I enjoyed the excitement and pleasure the tease is giving me. That man that lifted my dress up from behind had his finger slowly stroking my ass cheek.

It was ticklish and arousing but I got upset that day.

Upset that his finger did not venture further to my vagina lips that were literally dripping in it’s thirst for attention.

When the train reach town, and the crowd started to disperse, I sometimes turn and made eye contact with the lucky guy that get to play with my body for the duration of the short train ride.

A sultry smile would put the full stop on the short adventure.

I’m playing with fire I know but I can’t stop because I crave the excitement.

I’m attached. I have a wonderful boyfriend, but excitement like this is of another level.

It’s different from the plain old sexual intercourse I engage in.

It’s just touching.

Then one day, I encountered a train breakdown.

It broke down during morning peak.

While the breakdown is a stressful situation for all commuters, it ended up giving me one of the dirtiest experience ever.



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Corrupting my innocent wife

James decides to lead his innocent wife towards the dark path. From getting her to read erotic stories on sex forums, to baring it all on adult cam site, he slowly work towards getting her to open up and embrace the inner slut inside her. Allowing a former crush to touch her during dinner is something Cherie would never dream of doing, but still, it happened.In the end, James finally achieves what he hoped for in a themed erotic photoshoot. What was supposed to be just a staged shoot turned out to be more exciting than expected for James and Cherie. He always wanted to see his sweet innocent wife have sexual intercourse with another man, he just never expected to see her do it with multiple men at once.

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My wife Cherie and I got to know each other when we were in Junior college. She was not the prettiest of the lot and she didn’t have the biggest breasts or the nicest legs, but her overall disposition was what really attracted me. Cherie was the sweet, quiet girl who smiled at anything I said.

She thought everything that came out from my mouth was funny. At 1.6 metres in height and about 45 kilograms in weight, her slender frame and ‘B’ cupped breasts would not stand out amongst a crowd of girls, but one could not deny that she was a beauty. While most boys hankered after the hot and outgoing ones, I chose to focus my attention on Cherie.

She had her fair share of attention too, but it was usually after those boys realised that they didn’t stand a chance with the Belle of the school and decided to settle for the second best. It was too late for them though, because Cherie had already set her sights on me. However, we did not date until we graduated from Junior College.

There was a shyness to Cherie that I found simply attractive.

It was not to the point that she was socially awkward, but Cherie had a natural aversion to anything out of the norm. It would cause her to blush and smile in a silly embarrassed manner, which I found really cute. Her doll-like expression was simply priceless, especially when she blushed or when she pouted. It just melted my heart.

When Cherie pleaded, it was not with those irritating whiny squirms that came out of irritating bitches trying to act cute. There was a genuine innocence to her pleas that was simply music to my ears. Then there was her girl-next-door look, a unique charm of hers that she simply oozed with. One look at her and I could assure you that she was someone whom every parent wanted their sons to bring home for dinner.

When she entered university, Cherie started to attract attention from the hungry wolves that prowled the grounds of the tertiary institution. And because I needed to serve in the army for two years, I was worried that Cherie might be taken by someone else. There was no lack of guys who eyed attached girls in university, especially when they knew that their boyfriends were in the army.

Thankfully, Cherie stayed faithful and our relationship blossomed even though we only saw each other on weekends. Without me by her side, my poor Cherie was often targeted by the wolves and perverts on the university grounds. Cherie stayed at the on-campus hostel and she had a problem with her lingerie repeatedly getting stolen. One of her coursemates even broke into her room to steal her underwear and bra. It resulted in an incident that ended up on the national news.

She became more attractive as she grew older, and that in turn attracted more unwanted attention. Cherie lost count of the number of times she was taken advantage of on buses and trains.

Men would try to touch her with their elbows or simply brush past her with their arms. On sex forums, there were upskirt pictures of Cherie taken when she was on her way to school. Cherie was worried that all those incidents would affect my feelings towards her.

Cherie: I’m so sorry James… I didn’t know my upskirt photos are on a sex forum. That jerk even posted a picture of my face along with it. It’s so embarrassing…

I held Cherie in my arms while she blushed a sweet shade of pink and fought back tears of embarrassment. If it were any other girl, they might be throwing vulgarities about and cursing at the bastard that did it to them, but not Cherie. Of course she was upset, but she reacted like a weak little girl in need of protection. That only made me love her more.

After graduation, we landed ourselves in a cushy, comfortable and stable job when we joined the civil service. We soon got married and bought a resale flat. Some simple renovations later, we moved into our love nest. And with marriage, of course, came the sex.

Cherie was very conservative when it came to matters of the flesh. Although we had sex within a week of officially getting together, Cherie frowned upon many of my weird requests. She thought that it was not right when I wanted her to wear her old JC uniforms when we had sex.

Cherie: It feels weird James… Is it your fetish?

She thought the sexy lingerie I bought for her made her look like a slut. The one piece bodysuit with fishnet stockings and an open crotch access to her privates made her blush even before she put it on.

Cherie: This is so weird dear…

From outdoor sex to deliberately exposing ourselves in public spaces, Cherie thought that all of my kinks were crazy. However, she had never rejected any of them before. She might frown, pout or plead with me not to do it, but in the end, she always indulged me in my kinks and fetishes. As it was with all married couples, we soon ran out of ideas of what to do to spice up our sex life.

James: We need something new, something more exciting… At this rate, you will lose interest in sex and you will lose interest in me. Our marriage will be over!

Cherie: Hahaha… don’t be silly dear. Everything is fine… I love you… There is no need to keep finding new things to do…

James: No, you don’t understand. This is a necessity. Keeping the flames of passion alive requires continuous work. The moment we stop, it will be extinguished!

Cherie hugged onto me from behind and kissed me on my cheek.

Cherie: No, it won’t… Because I love you…

James: Really? I thought you said I was corrupting your mind?

My wife chuckled and then she said that I had corrupted her plenty over the years. We had tried many things, from bondage to sex toys and roleplaying. Things were starting to get stale. Until one day, I read something on a sex forum.

It was about exchanging wives and husbands. I was immediately glued to the thread when I read about the exploits others got up to behind closed doors. I pictured my sweet Cherie being violated and bred by other men, I pictured another man kneading her breasts the way you kneaded bread dough, and I realised that I was getting extremely excited.

A few nights later, I broached the subject to my wife while we were having sex.

Cherie: Are you crazy James?

James: It’s exciting don’t you think?

Cherie: Those are not real! They are fabricated stories. They are just from the depraved imaginations of people online!

After seeing such a strong reaction from my wife, I could not hide the disappointment from my expression. My penis went soft halfway during sex and Cherie apologised for reacting so strongly to my suggestion.

James: It’s okay… I… I was asking for too much… To ask for something like this…

My wife cuddled up in my arms and then she said something that triggered an immediate response in my penis.

Cherie: Is that what you really wish to happen?

I nodded.

James: I just feel so excited and alive thinking about it. The thought of another man touching you… the thought of him penetrating you…

I stopped talking in case I made Cherie more uncomfortable. My wife kissed me on my lips and whispered while she put on her signature cute pout.

Cherie: I… I don’t know James… Maybe… maybe one day in the future… I can grant you that wish? If the mood is right, I will seriously consider it… But if you want me to do it out of the blue, it just feels so weird…

I smiled and held Cherie tighter in my embrace.

James: Really?

Cherie: You are going to corrupt my mind with all your funny requests and kinks…!

James: But it’s exciting, no?

Cherie: Is it exciting for you to imagine me having sex with another man? Or is this an excuse for you to have sex with another woman?!

My wife gave me a playful pinch and I reassured her that was not the case with the latter.

James: I’m excited to see you fulfilled. It’s not about me. It’s about you… I want to see you happy and satisfied.

Cherie: But I am happy…

James: But are you satisfied? I know my dick is small… and…

Cherie put her finger to my lips and asked me not to speak in that manner.

Cherie: Don’t say things like that James…

My wife climbed onto me and brought her privates closer to my face. She had a shy smile on her face because she wanted me to lick her down there. Cherie spread her vagina lips and revealed her tender abalone as she directed herself towards my mouth.

I was embarrassed to admit that Cherie actually preferred my tongue and lips rather than my penis. I pleasured her more with my mouth than with my tool.My dick was rather small and thin.

At only 10 centimetres long and two centimetres at my thickest, I always felt rather inadequate. Cherie gave me her virginity and she never had anyone else before. Sometimes I wondered if I had short-changed her in life. Due to the size of my penis, I had never been able to bring Cherie to orgasm from the use of my tool alone.

I had to either finger her or use my tongue. Cherie’s preference was of course my tongue. Honestly, if not for my eagerness to please with my mouth, I guessed that she might have left me long ago.

The sweet scent of my wife’s vagina was a reminder of how lucky I was to have her. Her vagina lips were tender and thin, like slices of premium beef folded together. She was cleanly shaved most of the time, but there would still be spots that she missed out.

Just looking at those spots where her thin hair still sprouted excited me, and I always made it a point to use my tongue to wet them. Cherie’s small vagina opening and her clitoris was almost too cute to describe. One might suspect them to be an illustration in an anime artist’s sketchbook. Her clitoris might be small but she was really sensitive.

All it took was a little stimulation for Cherie’s privates to get wet to the point that even the comfortable nesting site of her clitoris would be moistened and glistening in her own juices like a miniature fountain. I would lap up her lewd juices with my tongue and no matter how I cleaned up her wet slit, Cherie would only get wetter until she reached her orgasm.

James: Kneel dear… Let me crawl under…

My favourite position to pleasure my innocent wife was to lie flat on the bed and slide my head under her privates. With her hovering over me, I could see the accumulation of juices collecting and dripping down her folded meat and onto my face.

Cherie: Ernghhhh… ernghhhh!

I would stick my tongue out and fuck it into her tight cunt. I would lick, slurp and drink from her fountain while she filled the room with her moans. When I sensed her getting close to her orgasm, I would ask her to lower her hips and sit on my face. Cherie would then rub herself to her big ‘O’ on my face while my tongue, lips and nose did what her clitoris demanded.

Cherie: Ernghhhh… ernhhhh… I’m going to cum soon dear… Ernghhh… I’m going to cum soon… ernghhhh!

James: Slurppsss… yeah? Hmmm? Slurpzzz! Really? Slurpzzz!

Cherie: Ernghhh… yes… Ernghhh… YES! Ernghhhh!

Cherie would get vocal when she neared her orgasm or when she got really in the mood. I could tell from her moans and pants that I was doing something right. But somehow, my wife always felt that she needed to verbalise her acknowledgement or I would never understand her.

As I licked my wife to her orgasm, my mind was starting to stray. My thoughts started to gather and form.

Cherie: Ernhhhh! Ernghhhhhhhhh! I’m cumming… I’m cumming… ernghhhhh!

As my wife rubbed her clitoris against my lips and prodding tongue, she filled the room with her explosive screams while I filled my mind with a devious plan on how to further corrupt my innocent wife.

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Bait

Juliette's sister was assaulted and murdered in the park. The elusive killer remained at large and she thinks the best way to draw the culprit out is by dangling a bait he cannot resist.

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I pulled myself up off the workout mat, panting for air as I finished my last set of workout. My lungs felt as if they were on fire and from a sitting position, I turned and rest on my palms and knees.

Droplets of my perspiration started raining down onto the mat from my forehead and the side of my cheeks.

Turning my head up to look at myself in the full length mirror in the gym, I could see the many pair of eyes looking at me in that position.

The girls probably think I’m pushing myself too hard and perhaps they are wondering if they should push themselves in the same manner as I did in order to get the body I have.

That perfect slim abs, sculpted slim legs that look amazing in shorts and even better in heels.

The men, on the other hand could not help but steal glances at me in that perfect to doggy position.

My perky behind covered only by my short FBT shorts that barely hid the dark coloured pair of underwear I was wearing.

I sat cross legged as I practised my breathing technique.

My phone display read 9pm.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and could not help but noticed more men using the threadmill on this section of the gym compared to the other. I don’t blame them.

They’re there to look at me, look at my body.

I watched a bead of my perspiration roll down my collarbone, collecting other smaller droplets of sweat before it went into the middle of my ample cleavage. I’ve never paid much attention to my full C cup breast when I’m growing up.

I have plenty of friends with similar cup size or bigger than me when I was growing up. Not that there are a lot of attention on our tits since we go to a girls school.

A pretty cute looking guy came over to me.

“Hi, do you need a workout partner ? “ He asked, hopeful that I will say yes.

“No, I would love to be left alone.” I said coldly.

He raised up his palms, indicating that he meant no harm and was just being friendly as he backed away.

The rather audible rejection dented the hopes of other men in the gym who has been casting glances by way.

I got up and after a bit of cool down stretching, made my way to the locker.

I did not bother to shower or wash up, I’m running late.

Grabbing my bags, I left the gym and drove home.

Opening the door to the 3 room flat I share with my sister, I switched on the lights and dumped my bags on the ground.

“Why didn’t you turn on the lights sis ? “ I asked as I locked the door behind me.

I grabbed myself a drink from the fridge and while taking sips of the cold water, told my sister about my day in office.

“ Yeah, that dick Francis tried to be funny with me today, I think he was trying to take an upskirt picture or something. Can you believe this ? “ I chuckled.

“I caught him with his phone and the camera app on and he suddenly went like. ‘oh hi Juliette, lovely dress!’, I almost rolled my eyes to high heaven.” I spoke loudly towards the living room as I grabbed my towel.

“Have you eaten ? “ I asked while shutting the door to the shower.

Removing my singlet is the easy part. It’s removing the sweat soaked sports bra that is the challenging one. I ripped my sports bra off my body and looked at my topless body through the small bathroom mirror.

Forcing myself to look away, I removed my FBT shorts and my underwear at the same time.

Dropping them into the laundry basket, I turned on the shower and gasped under the freezing cold water. I shampooed my hair and foamed up my body from neck to toe.

My fingers soaped my abdomen before going down south to my privates. I lingered for a couple of seconds, lathering soap around my neatly trimmed pubes and my clitoris that is started to emerge from under the folds of my vagina lips.

Tonight is the night. I could feel the excitement coursing through my body.

Rinsing myself clean of soap, I towelled dry my body before throwing a bathrobe around myself.

“ I used your soap Sis, hope you don’t mind.” I said, “ I quite like that rainshower series you got.”

Using a hair dryer, I started to blow dry my hair while humming a tune from my childhood days.

Satisfied that my hair is almost dry, I went to my wardrobe and opened the drawers. No, not my pyjamas, not my lingerie.

I took out a pair of white sports bra and slipped it on, adjusting my boobs so that they fit snugly in them while revealing a generous amount of my clevage.

Then I picked out a pair of tights.

Yes, just the tights. No underwear.

A grey pair of long running tights with neon green lines running up the sides of my legs, accentuating the length of one of my greatest asset. At 1.63m, I am blessed with a nice long pair of legs.

I picked out a pair of grey ankle socks before leaving my room.

“ Weather looks good tonight sis. What do you think ? good chance ? “ I said while walking towards the custom built bookshelf with a full height mirror beside it.

I picked a rubber band and started tying my hair up into a high ponytail. Looking at my flawless body, I was truly in the prime of my life. At 30 years old, I have a good career in the finance industry, a few good friends that I can depend on and I have spent 2 years of my life transforming my body into how I look like today.

I used to be a plump couch potato that would rather Netflix and chill after work. It will take a miracle to get me off my feet and into my workout attire.

I’m just not into working out and making myself look good yet here I am, looking every bit the perfect woman that men will lined up in order to date me.

I looked at a photo of my sister Joan and me on the book shelf. A photo taken 2 years ago.

A photo taken a few hours before she went for her jog and lost her life.

My sister Joan was raped and murdered a few metres off a isolated running trail in Punggol 2 years ago. The culprit was never found. He struck a total of 4 times within a span of 2 years and the police never found him.

Not with all the drones, the cameras, the ground work and the investigation.

Not with all the resources the country could throw, the culprit could not be found. Just when then investigation let up a notch, he struck again under everyone’s noses.

“ They can’t catch him not because they are not trying hard enough sis.” I said while adjusting my attire against the mirror.

I pulled my tights higher a notch as my right hand slid downwards and gently tucked the already skin hugging tights in between my vagina lips, making sure my camel toe is showing clearing.

“They can’t catch him because they don’t have the right bait.”I added.

Touching the black and white photo of my twin sister Joan, I rest my fingers on her urn with a smile.

“I have a good feeling about tonight sis, I think tonight is the night.” I said

Retrieving the Karambit knife i kept at the book shelf, I slipped my middle left finger into the hole at the bottom of the handle. Using a white running towel, I covered the weapon and wrapped it around my palm a few times.

If anyone bothered to look, all they will see is a pretty Chinese babe running in the middle of the night in a quiet stretch of a running trail with a towel in her hand.

“ Don’t be silly Sis, haha, of course I’m not trying to catch that mother fucker.” I laughed.

Slipping on my black running shoes with white reflective stripes, I stopped by the door for a second before turning to face my sister’s photo.

“I’m going to kill that mother fucker.”

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Stealing from my cousin

James has been stealing from his cousin for a long time. When the opportunity presents itself for him to take a little more than money and IT gadgets, he needs to decide how much more he wants to take from Linda.

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It’s a sick thing to do but I had no choice.

I needed the money.

When my grandfather passed on, he left everything to my uncle and nothing to my dad.

It’s not because he didn’t like my dad, but he made a will even before my dad was around. Yes, there is a 12 year age gap between my uncle and my father, which explains the situation.

I was 15 when my grandfather passed on and no one in the family ever talked about will, money and the estate because it’s a sensitive topic. Everyone just left it at that and assumed my grandfather had everything thought out.

However, that was not the case.

When the will was read, it was revealed that everything goes to my uncle. Now my uncle and my dad are on good terms and they are brothers. He dotes on my dad a lot and there’s no reason for him not to share the wealth but there is a problem.

His wife.

Yes, my aunt, is an absolute bitch. She hoards everything for herself and refused to give my dad his share of the estate. She went to the extent of sowing discord between the brothers to the point that even though they are on talking terms, it was all just very surface greeting.

The brotherly love between my dad and my uncle is no longer like before.

While my uncle and family stays in a large landed property, my family and I remained in the 3 room flat just a short walk away.

It’s 2 different world altogether.

Like an invisible line drawn onto the ground to separate the private and the public housing, this invisible line also serves as a barrier.

One that separates my cousin and me.

My cousin Linda is same age as me. My dad had me early, while my uncle had Linda really late.

In a way, I grew up playing with Linda every now and then.

All was cool in primary school but things started to change as we got older.

The split could not be more apparent when she went on to attend one of the top girls school in the country while I remained in a shitty neighbourhood schools where you could see problem kids and their parents screaming in the principal office everyday.

I visited Linda occasionally to use her printer and scanner. A luxury item I could not afford at home.

Her room is almost the size of half the flat I stay in.

Sometimes she would make condescending remarks about me and my family.

Linda : Scanner so cheap only… why don’t you get one….. ? Printer so cheap only…. You should get one….are you still using the old Pentium 3 computer…. Oh my god….. !!

I would usually just smile and brush it off.

Having the resources are too helpful for me to ignore especially during tertiary years.

I went to a polytechnic while Linda went to one of the top junior college.

Around that period, I needed money. I needed money because both my parents kept falling ill.

The part time job I was doing after school is not enough to cover their expenses. That was when I started stealing from Linda.

It’s terrible I know but it was the easiest way out. She would not know.

She’s rich, cash rich and she literally have a money box sitting exposed on her desk.

Stacks of 10 dollar bills, loose change and coins all sat there collecting dust.

Her wardrobe is filled with branded clothes and goods while my newest top are at least 3 years old.

She had more heels and shoes than I have clothes.

Linda changes phone every 6 months and while others trade in their old devices, she just chucked them into another box below her desk.

This goes for laptops like macbooks too.

As if the difference in wealth is not apparent enough, my uncle bought Linda a car for her 18th birthday, even before she got her driving license.

Anyway, once or twice a month, I would steal from Linda.

Not much, but a old phone I could resell, and some loose change here and there helps. The shit she throws into her bin too could fetch a few bucks here and there on 2nd hand sites. I would grab those too.

There are rare occasions Linda would pass some of her old hand me downs to me. Yes, scanners and old printers.

Without ink cartridges by the way.

Sometimes I would head up with the excuse to use her computer or printers. Sometimes her high speed internet.

And sometimes, I would housebreak.

It’s easy for me to do that because I know all the passcode into the house.

The cameras all broke down and my auntie is too cheap to have them replaced. They just served as dummy sets to deter potential house breakers but not me.

I’m an insider.

I know when my uncle and aunt would be travelling, and when they do, Linda, being a party animal, would head out to clubs and drink. The helper, a lady I known since young, would sneak out to meet her foreign boyfriend.

With the house empty, I have no difficulty sneaking in and out.

How would I know if the house would be empty you ask ?

Simple. Social media.

Linda announces it to the whole world her parents would be out and it’s party time.

That’s when I would strike. Her check ins at the famous clubs and night spots also told me what I needed to know.

What about the helper ?

Simple. I just walk over to the house and see for myself. Usually all the lights will be on if she’s in.

When all the lights are off, I would still ring the bell and pretend I was looking for Linda to use her computer.

Usually no one would come.

I would then let myself in through the side gate, walked right to the back of the yard and enter through the yard door using another passcode.

Simple.

Heading straight up to Linda’s room, I would snitch what I can. Cash, usually coins. Coins are hard to account for. Stuff she thrown away or packed for donation.

Sometimes when I’m horny enough, I would masturbate with her clothes and worn lingerie.

You can’t blame me. I’m a growing man and I have my urges and Linda is hot.

She’s slim, with a petite figure and a nice smile.

Sometimes I would think about having sex with her while I wank off.

She has really sexy lingerie too, all branded.

Lying on her bed, sniffing her worn socks, panties and bra takes the edge off the stress of everyday life.

The stress of trying to survive.

On my lucky days, Linda had some worn stockings in her lingerie basket too.

My best loot would be her post workout clothes.

Wrapping my cock with her worn and damp panty while sniffing that perspiration soaked sports bra is the closest I could ever get to having actual intercourse with my rich cousin.

I never take too much and I never stayed too long.

It’s a delicate balance I need to maintain if I want this to last.

Then on my 21st birthday, something happened.

After dinner with my parents, I saw a birthday wish from Linda. More of a courtesy greeting than anything since she wishes everyone on their social media.

As I read her feed, I realised she’s heading out to club again. My uncle and auntie went on a short trip to Japan and Linda was bitching about the helper going off on leave for a few days too.

That’s the que for a night of looting for me.

It was too early to strike since it’s only 7pm. I have to have.

At 11.30pm, I walked over to Linda’s place and tried the doorbell.

No one answered and I let myself in.

I went up to level 2 straight towards Linda’s room.

When I opened the door, I had the shock of my life. I was hit with the strong smell of alcohol and I saw someone slumped on the bed.

I was ready to bolt and run when I stopped myself.

I stopped and tried to calm down.

It’s Linda.

I don’t know what came over me.

I walked slowly towards Linda and switched on the bedside lamps.

She’s out cold. There’s some bits of vomit on the floor and I could see all the empty alcohol bottles on the floor.

Her phone was buzzing and I saw the picture of her boyfriend Sam. He’s calling her.

I checked my social media feed and realised they had broken up just hours ago and Linda was cursing and swearing at him on his homepage.

I could see the money I came for on the table. It’s within reach but looking at Linda sprawled on the bed, a sinister thought creeped into my head.

A dark and sinister thought.

I’ve taken so much from Linda already.

What if I take a little more ?


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My slut wife's class reunion

James attends his wife’s class reunion and discovers something he suspected all along

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Suwen: I’m almost ready, just wait another minute.

I looked at my wife adjusting her old Junior college blouse in the mirror before turning her body sideways to check how her uniform skirt looks. She presses the back of her skirt against her bottom, making sure her panty line is not showing.

Of course it’s not showing, she’s wearing a G-string with matching white lace bra.

James : I don’t understand why you guys need to dress up in your old school uniforms for the class reunion. You are 32 years old for god sake.

Suwen : It’s just for fun, everyone is doing it anyway. You could do it too.

James : I didn’t go to a Junior college…

Suwen : Wear your secondary school uniform then.

James : They don’t fit me.

My wife slipped on a new pair of ankle socks before walking to the show cabinet.

Suwen : I’m not forcing you to go, you can stay at home if you like.

James : It’s ok, I’ll go for the free food.

Suwen : Ok… by the way…

My wife put on her sneakers standing up, her school uniform skirt rides a bit too high up her legs and started sending signals to my privates.

Suwen : my classmates are full of nonsense, especially so after they drink. So please don’t mind them

James : I’ll just concentrate on the food.

Tensions has been pretty high between my wife and me lately because of money issues. I have been passed over for a promotion after being backstabbed. That meant my pay is going to be stagnant for another 2 years while my wife is already earning more than me.

She has always been the more traditional type in her thinking. The man must the one providing for the family. We are doing fine with dual income and no kids but it’s always never good enough for her.

The 4 room HDB we stay in is not good enough, the small comfortable Honda that takes us from point A to point B is not good enough. The estate we stay in is not good enough.

Suwen : My classmates are….somewhat all…high flyers…please don’t say anything embarrassing later.

James : Oh right, the sons of politicians and businessmen. I forgot you went to an elite school…

Suwen : Yes. I did. And I wonder why I married someone from a neighbourhood secondary school that got demolished and wiped from existence.

James : Falling birth rate that’s why. Just like us not having a baby to replace the dwindling population.

Suwen : We can hardly afford to feed ourselves, don’t even think about having a baby.

Looking at my wife tie up her hair into a pony tail in the lift really sends the blood pumping into my groin.

I can ignore her jibes and sourness but her body, I cannot resist her body. It’s her slut like demeanor that draws me to her. I know she don’t mean it deep down but she just wants to take jibes at me.

Focusing on what I lack, rather than what I bring into the relationship.

James : I want to have sex..…shall we do it tonight ?

I asked in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

Suwen : We’ll see…

I know she wants to. The saving grace in our relationship is her high sex drive.

It’s why I put up with all her sarcastic remarks and jibes.

Twice a week at the minimum and that does not include the morning wake up fingering that she makes me do on normal week days. It’s not uncommon to be woken up at 6am in the morning to finger her to orgasm.

And she needs penetrative sex to satisfy her urges. It doesn’t matter if I don’t cum, she must cum or risk turning into an absolute bitch for the day.

My wife went the full mile pairing her school girl get up with a old bag filled with actual books mind you complete with a old cardigan she use to wear when she is younger.

Honestly, I would prefer to sit this gathering out but it’s held at her classmate’s place in Sentosa.

I’ve never been to a bungalow in Sentosa Cove, much less one with a private berth complete with a fucking yacht.

We arrived just before the sun started to set and I wondered if we are at the right gathering. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I’m pulling into an exclusive country club.

Out of the 10 cars on the porch, mine is the only Japanese car and the smallest in size. There’s a Aston Martin, a couple of Mercedes and even a Lamborghini SUV.

I pulled into the porch and my wife’s friends came out to greet her.

Carl : Hey Suwen ! how are you!

Suwen : Carl! Oh my god, you still look the same..!

It felt weird looking my wife dressed in her old college uniforms rush forward to hug a guy I’ve never met. More classmates streamed out of the large house and like they agreed, everyone was dressed in their old elite Junior college uniforms.

I felt out of place but I just followed the crowd into the house. I was not the only spouse there and I made small talks with a couple others while enjoying the fine spread of food laid out in the dining area facing the sea.

My wife is happily catching up with her friends and I don’t want to disturb her.

After dinner, the wine started flowing and the host Carl, insisted that everyone get drunk.

Carl : You can always leave your car here, or get a car valet to drive you back!

There are plenty of laughter and toasts.

At about 10.30pm, most of the classmates started leaving. Some need to go back to their family, some needed to pick up their kids, some already called a cab.

As the cars started to pull out from the driveway, I gave my wife a signal, asking if she wants to make a move but she ignored me. I could tell she wants to stay a bit longer.

The gathering dwindled down to a group of 5, 2 girls, and 3 guys and I am the only spouse left.

The group sat around a lounge table, each holding a wine glass and talking about their lives post-graduation. Suddenly, someone made a comment about my wife rejecting Carl’s advance back in school.

Lucy : Oh oh oh…Suwen rejected 2 guys around this table back in school yeah…remember ? remember ?hahaha

Carl spread his arms and admitted his defeat graciously.

Carl : Yeah..yeah… it’s me…it’s me…

Dave : Oh fuck..not that again…yes me too…

Carl teased Dave that his father would not have approved of him getting into a relationship anyway.

Carl : Your dad cares too much about face…

Dave : He’s a fucking minister. He cares about every damm thing ha…

The group laughed and I took it all in silently.

So my wife rejected both the son of a politician and a business owner. If not, she might well be the female owner of the sprawling property in Sentosa now. No wonder she is feeling grumpy all day.

Suwen : oh please…those are in the past.. haha..

The group continued drinking and at 11.45pm, Lucy and Tim who are dating, left in a cab, leaving their car behind. Carl says he will get someone to drive it to their place the next morning.

With half a bottle of wine left, Carl suggested they finish it and call it a night. He topped it all up into my wife’s glass. I didn’t think much of it and I thought since we are going to be making a move soon, I made my way to the powder room to use the toilet.

However, when I come out from the powder room, I saw Carl grinning at me at the doorway. His eyes are barely opened and it’s obvious he’s drunk.

Carl : James…right…?

James : Yeah…what’s up…

Carl : Let me tell you a secret…but you have to keep it to yourself….ok…?

James : Huh…?

Carl : Your wife…Suwen….she was our cum dump back in JC…hahha..shhhh..

James : What the fuck…are you talking about… you’re drunk…

Carl : Shhhhh..shhhhh… keep your volume low… don’t tell anyone…she didn’t reject us…. We rejected her..hahha..shhhhh..shhhhh…don’t tell anyone ok…? Just want to set the record straight.

Carl staggered towards the lounge where my wife is sitting at.

Just before he reached it, he turned and staggered back to me and whispered.

Carl : I can proof it…do you want me to proof it to you…?

Looking at Suwen leaning heavily against the arm rest of the plush couch while her school uniform skirt rides high up exposing her creamy tone legs, I felt this rush of adrenaline.

As if that seductive view were not enough, I saw Dave using his phone and trying to sneak a picture of my sleeping wife.

Carl : You want to see it ? huh ? I can show you…shhh..but you have to keep a secret…can you keep a secret James…? You don’t believe me right. I know you don’t believe me, but, but , but, but you can keep a secret right?

Carl is stammering with his words trying to stay sober.

I swallowed a gulp of saliva and I must be mad when I nodded.

James : Yes…yes I can…

Carl put a finger to his lips and a grin broke on his face.

Carl : Shhhhhhh…ok…Shhhhhhhh….Let me show you how much of a slut your wife really is…. Heee.hhee..hee…



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My wife had to cosplay as santarina for her office party

James’ could not forget the Christmas party his wife attended last year. Not even if he wanted to.
Especially not when his wife does more than posing for photos in her short santarina costume in a office filled with foreign colleagues.

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This happened during Christmas in 2021. I’ve kept this incident in my heart for almost a year and I finally found the courage to share it.

My wife works for an MNC with a small presence in Singapore. It’s a male dominated industry and she’s the only female in the team of 8. Most of the administrative matters are done back in HQ, my wife Jiawen is in charge of marketing for the Asia Pacific region.

She gets quite a bit of attention from her male colleagues for obvious reasons but everyone knows she is married. So other than some casual flirting, no one tried anything funny. Singapore has strict laws after all.

Besides, I know my wife. She’s not the kind to cheat and I trust her 100%

As for me, I work for a catering company. We do food, buffet spreads and the usual parties, house warming stuff. And on days when the office is short handed I have to double up as driver, buffet setup staff, basically everything even though I’m just handling client accounts.

I’m a December baby, and my birthday, happen to be on Boxing day, one day after Christmas.

So boxing day is a day I always look forward waking up to because not only do I get to unwrap Christmas gifts, I also get birthday gifts.

However, the usually joyous holiday season in 2021 left mixed feelings and a bitter taste in my mouth.

It started all because of a Christmas party in my wife’s office.

Due to the pandemic, and plenty of travel restrictions, many of her colleagues decided not to return home for fear of being quarantined in their respective cities, and having to do it again upon their return.

So they chose to stay in Singapore.

And with most of the office in town, my wife’s boss decides to host a gathering of sort in the office on Christmas eve itself.

Everyone is to dress up and the role of playing santarina, fell onto my wife’s lap. They have someone playing Santa Claus, some got the elves role, basically everyone will be getting a costume and dressing up. Being the only women, it’s only natural that the role goes to her.

The office will be paying for the costume rental. The first thing I said when I saw the costume was whether she needs to wear something like that for the party.

James : Are you sure ? This looks so…so…skimpy…Are you sure you are going to wear this?

Jiawen : This is the least skimpy one I can find from the catalogue. There are others with weird fishnet stockings and ribbons.

James : I…I don’t know…

Jiawen : I don’t have a choice do i…everyone is all so sporting about it.

James : The …the skirt is too short…

Jiawen : I think it’s ok, I’ll put on a safety shorts…

When she stepped out of the bedroom in that costume, I had a immediate hard on. I mean seriously, seeing your young, beautiful wife of 29 in her prime wearing such a teasing costume? Who wouldn’t be aroused?

Jiawen would fall right into the ‘leggy’ department. She’s 1.6m and has a nice pair of legs. Her breast is a comfortable B cup and while she felt she is a little lacking on that front, to me, she is just perfect.

Nice long legs, a handful rack, sweet beautiful smile and disposition, what more can a man ask for?

I may not be comfortable with her costume, but I don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable about wearing it either. Seeing Jiawen trying to pair her party costume with different pair of heels, I felt a sudden surge of jealousy when picturing the day when she will be surrounded by so many men.

She’s bound to be the centre of attention.

A week before the Christmas party, my office received an order for a Christmas buffet feast for 15. When I did a double take at the address and company, I chuckled at the coincidence.

My company will be catering the food for the party.

James : Your office is really generous, they chose one of the most expensive package, comes with a whole turkey too.

Jiawen : really? Haha, we had quite a good year. Really looking forward to the bonus this year. I heard there are rumors it will be at least 6 months.

James : 6 months! What the actual fuck!

Jiawen : Don’t curse dear!…

James : That is a lot, I never got anything beyond my 13th month in my company.

Jiawen : Well, if I really get it, we can seriously look at upgrading to a private condo.

My wife gave me a hug and I felt a little guilty that I’m not doing as much for the family as she is. Jiawen is very sensitive to my feelings and she immediately shot down any talks of inadequacies in my capability.

Jiawen : don’t you start your silly talk about not earning enough and all ok? You know I don’t care for any of those…

James: But it…

Jiawen : shhhh..shhh! no..! don’t start…

I returned her hug and I felt truly blessed to marry her.

On the day of the party, one of the driver fell sick just after lunch. His stomach wasn’t feeling too good I had to take over the duties of delivering the rest of the food orders that day.

It just so happened that one of the places I will be heading to, is my wife’s office. It’s coming to 3pm and I was looking forward to knock off on time at 6pm. With this sudden change of plans, it looks like I won’t be able to get off until well after 11pm.

Why 11pm you ask?

Because setting up the buffet is just half the job, I still need to pack up the setup after it’s done at 10pm. By the time I get back to the company, it’s going to be 11pm at least. That’s assuming if the customers finishes on time.

Still, I’m glad I could head over to Jiawen’s office for the set up.

Before I could tell her about it, I received a notification on my phone.

My wife has posted a picture of her in her costume at the office, taken in front of the Christmas decorations.

My wife told me that the office was on half day that Christmas eve and everyone was practically celebrating before lunch. By 3pm, everyone started changing into their cosplay costumes and wine are flowing freely while movies are being screened in the conference room.

No one is in the mood for work.

Seeing the clothes she is in, I too, would not be in the mood for work if I’m her colleagues.

I arrived at Jiawen’s office at 5pm for the buffet setup. I forgot to tell her I’m coming and I tried keeping a looking for her when I’m there but she’s nowhere to be seen.

A Caucasian dressed as an elf attended to me and a helper, telling us to set up the buffet by the lift lobby. I could see shadows from the conference room and plenty of laughters. Beyond that, I could not see anything.

After I was done with the set up, I considered calling my wife out but the helper hurried me along. We need to setup another two buffets in a condo 20 minutes away and we are already late.

I carried on working and forgot all about texting my wife.

By the time we’re done with the last set up, I was exhausted but I need to head back to the 1st location and start packing up.

Thankfully another vehicle is done with it’s packing for other groups and is coming over to help us with ours.

Yong, the Malaysian chap helping me in my vehicle, asked if he could hop over to the other vehicle because his cousin is the driver. They will go ahead and pick up the stores from other jobs and leave the one in town for me.

I agreed of course because the one in town, is my wife’s office. I can handle throwing away left over food and picking up buffet trays on my own so I asked Yong to go on ahead after we wrapped up the 1st location with the other vehicle.

By the time I got to Jiawen’s office, it was 9.30pm.

I took the lift up to the top level and I could see more than half the food still left untouched on the buffet spread. There’s 30 more minutes to go before I can pack up unless someone tells me to go ahead.

Looking into the dark office, I could not see anyone.

Suddenly I saw something that made my heart skip a beat.

I saw my wife’s heel.

One single red heel by the door. The heel caught itself in between the glass door and stopped it from shutting against the magnetic catch.

I let myself into the dark office and before I could pick up the heel, I saw the other a few meters away.

My heart raced as I looked deeper into the office towards the only lit room at the end.

With a heavy foot, I moved closer and there’s no mistaking what I was hearing.

Moans. I was hearing sensual moans of love making.

My lips went dry as I continued going closer to the end of the office.

In an office of 8, with my wife being the only female.

I wonder what are the odds, of there being another female with the same red heels as my wife being in that office that Christmas eve.

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My sister in law is a freeloader

James sister in law keeps sponging off him. He plans to even the score. Follow James as he helps his sister in law spiral down a path of no return. From nudging her towards starting an onlyfan site, he progressed to helping Jane with her contents. From taking a video of his sister in law shaving her pubes, to a photoshoot in a hotel, James extracted more than his pound of flesh from Jane.

He’s fine with his sister in law being a freeloader, as long as she pays up in her own way.

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‘Have fun staying poor James’

Those were the exact words my sister in law Jane said to me when she tried to get the whole family onto the crypto bandwagon.

Hardly a day goes by where Jane did not rub how much her crypto investment has gone up to.

Jane : J coin went up 12% today ok? 12% in one day, what other investments can give you that 12%?

James : What exactly is J coin?

Jane : I explained it so many times already. J coin is a coin issued by J holdings backed by the erotic novels written by a writer call J. All the novels are turned into NFTs which are in turn traded by the J coin. You have no idea how many people are holding onto those NFTs and their value is going up every day!

James : It’s very confusing.

Jane : That’s because you’re stupid.

Juliette : Sis stop it! James is not exactly into all these financial stuff.

Jane : Have fun staying poor then!

My sister in law threw everything she hard into J coin. All $60000 of her savings, her fixed deposits, basically every damm thing she had. She even managed to convince my wife to put in $10000 and my in laws to put in another $30000.

When everything is going up, everyone is all smiles. No one is frowning when they see their investments going up 200-300%. Jane quit her job to dabble in crypto full time.

Yes, Jane turned her 60000 into 180000 within a span of 3 months. She started making videos online, showing off her investments and sharing her analysis on how J coin will peak with every release of a new erotic novel NFT.

As she gained more followers, she got more confident, and she convinced my in laws to give her a loan of another 20000.

When her investments reached a total of 390000 in a matter of months, Jane is practically invincible.

Jane : How long are you going to take to make 390000 with your 3500 salary James? Hahahah… you should have listened to me…hahahah

I can only smile bitterly at her remarks. I envy her of course but I simply don’t understand any of these crypto stuff. The value of the NFTs and coins are determined purely by how much another person is willing to pay for it. Where are all these people willing to pay so much for J coins?

As the saying goes, only when the tide goes down, can you see who the ones swimming without bottom are.

I saw it on the news early that morning to see J coin founder execute a rug pull. The value of J coin dropped from $60 to 0 within a matter of minutes. It was gone in the blink of an eye.

All the money my sister in law had, it disappeared into a puff of smoke.

The next few days were spent with her in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Everyone was in a state of shock.

Then the bills started coming. Jane has chalked up close to 18000 in credit card bills in large purchases with no means to pay them back. My wife told me she has only $200 left in her bank account.

Jane’s youtube channel was shut down and her world came crashing down that month.

Everyone thought Jane will pick herself up on her feet after a while but we were all wrong.

She didn’t.

My sister in law Jane, decides to just sponge off the rest of us. My in laws are fruit sellers, with their meager hawker pay, they could take care of themselves and put fruits on the table, but to pay for Jane’s snowballing debt and expenses, those were another matter.

Just when things could not get any worse, 4 months after everything came crashing down, Jane quarreled with her parents and decides to move into my place for a few days.

That few days turned into a few weeks.

A few weeks turned into a few months.

She used my water, my electricity. She eats the food I cook, the ones I buy. Basically, there is an additional mouth to feed, and she does nothing at home.

Absolutely fucking nothing except binge watch movies and serials on my Netflix account and sleep.

Yes. Eat, watch shows and sleep.

She is just leeching off my wife and me, sucking our blood dry.

And you know what else she does? Jane has the gall to dress up, in my wife’s clothes, and update her social media profile that she’s starting her own business soon.

That she’s bounced back from her past failures and determined to take on the world again!

Holy fuck, how can someone lie blatantly in that manner.

Seeing how she puts on makeup, dress up in nice work clothes and taking pictures in Instagram-able corners in my house before typing some rubbish quotes about hustling for what you want in life disgust me.

And right after posting those nonsense, she changes out into her pyjamas and crawl back into bed.

Now you see, everyone has limits to their tolerance.

You are a guest in my place, the least you could do is respect your host, but respect is something impossible to expect from Jane.

One day, after Jane finished another one of her fake poser shoot, she started grumbling about not enough snacks and junk food in the cupboard.

Jane : Can you at least make sure the cupboards are stocked properly or not? Why did my sister even marry such a sloppy man like you?

She said while kicking off the pair of grey heels she borrowed from my wife’s cabinet and leaving it in the living room.

I decided enough is enough.

I’m not letting her sponge off me anymore.

At least not without me getting my pound of flesh from her.

She is getting a shit load of things from me, and looking at Jane’s body, I know I have to take the only valuable thing I can take from her.


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