Samantha in Singapore

by Alex Jamieson

  “Perfect. Now let’s get you into some sexy underwear. When you are wearing it, your whole attitude changes.” She pulled a couple of tiny, pale pink, frivolities from a bag.

  “These, I think.”

  I’d bought them without any thought of anyone ever seeing them, and yet she stood in front of me expectantly waiting for me to change from my old underwear into these extraordinarily intimate items. She gave me an encouraging smile, and I felt I had no choice. I peeled off my plain cotton panties and unclipped my bra. When I stood there naked in front of my new friend, she clapped her hands together.

  “Sam, you have a stunning body. I hope you have enjoyed many men with that body?”

  I didn’t respond. How could I tell her that Jake was the only man I’d “enjoyed?”

  She tossed the new, flimsy, sheer thong and bra to me and I slipped them on.

  “Look at yourself in the mirror, Sam. Gorgeous.”

  I looked in the full-length mirror by the side of the bed. She was right. I felt different. How could a couple of items of clothing suddenly change how I perceived myself? I felt sexy.

  “Okay, now, that deep blue, raw silk evening dress that we found at Gucci.”

  She zipped me up and had me step into the heels that she’d convinced me to buy, even though I felt I might topple forward in them.

  “Now give me two minutes then follow me down the stairs. Make sure you hold on to the handrail. I’m not sure you’re too stable in those shoes yet. But you will be, believe me.”

  She went off down the stairs leaving me to wonder what on earth was happening to me. I heard her talking to Tony and my husband.

  “Guys, guys. I need your full attention. We can talk about the project after dinner, but right now, I need your complete focus. Please turn your gaze to the stairs as our new Samantha models the latest creation from the house of Gucci. We need to get an honest male perspective.”

  I knew that was my cue and, with every muscle in my body attempting to keep me from falling from the great height of my new stiletto heels, I started down the stairs.

  As I neared the bottom, I dared to look up and caught Jake’s eye. His mouth was actually hanging open just a little, and he looked to be in shock.

  “Absolutely beautiful. Quite stunning. I don’t know what to say. Amazing.”

  That was all Tony. Jake still hadn’t said a word. Oh, God. He hated it. He wanted the old me back.

  His silence wasn’t sitting well with Charlotte.

  “And, what about you, Jake? Opinions please.”

  “I, I…. I really.”

  Shit. He did hate it.

  “Sam, you look so beautiful that I’m literally lost for words.”

  “Just beautiful Jake,” prompted Charlie, “what about a few more adjectives.”

  “The one that leaps to my mind is HOT,” volunteered Tony. “That is one sexy look.”

  I saw Jake smile as Tony was heaping praise on me. He felt a perceptible pride in having another man admire me, and he was beaming.

  “Sam, you have never looked so wonderful. You are epitomizing sexiness like never before, and I agree with Tony… HOT.”

  My husband thought I was hot, and, for the first time, I think I actually believed him.

  “We’ve got loads more outfits to show you guys, but I suspect we can predict your reactions,” Charlie laughed. She took my hand again and led me upstairs to continue the fashion show.

  #####

  The fashion show proved to be just as eye-opening and successful as Charlotte had predicted. Tony and Jake were impressed with my apparent transformation. Could that just be due to new clothes, or was there something deeper within me that was undergoing a fundamental change?

  The Smithson’s chef had made a selection of different flatbreads and served them with a lightly dressed green salad per the instruction to keep it simple. It was ideal and, after the tiring day of being coerced into shopping for items that I would never have considered, I ate like a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound linebacker.

  Conversation was so easy with our new friends, and I was eager to find out more about our new home city. I hoped it wasn’t impolite, but I was interested in Singapore’s reputation of being so squeaky clean that chewing gum was a punishable offense. I’d had a couple of glasses of red wine, so I decided I was brave enough to ask Tony. He laughed as if that was the first thing that all foreigners ask.

  “We have a strange way of regulating things here in Singapore, so it’s not actually illegal to chew gum, but it is illegal to import it or to sell it. It’s the same with prostitution… it’s a strange dichotomy. Prostitution is not illegal, but various prostitution-related activities are. So public solicitation is illegal as is pimping and owning of a brothel. Unofficially many brothels are well known to the authorities. You only need to go to Orchard Towers with it’s so-called “four floors of whores” to see that prostitution is alive and well and tolerated. Amusingly the brothels call themselves beauty parlors because massage parlors require a license and beauty parlors don’t. But I wouldn’t recommend that you go into one looking for a haircut and blow dry” he laughed.

  “While we’re on the topic of prostitution I’d like to get your opinion on my idea for the first blockbuster VR game.”

  I saw the shocked look on Jake’s face. We knew it was going to be an adult game, but I sensed he was not too happy if it was going to be an alternative reality that was built around “the oldest profession.”

  Tony had spotted his reaction too.

  “No, no, don’t misunderstand. The concept is a game set in ancient Babylon and based around the myth of Mylitta. Let me explain. Babylon was the main city of ancient Mesopotamia and was first settled around 3000 B.C. It was known far and wide as a place of both extreme luxury and extreme depravity. The myth tells that every woman, whether rich or poor, was required at some point in her life to submit to sex with a stranger at the temple of the goddess Mylitta. She would be required to charge money for providing her services, and those earnings would be dedicated to the goddess. The woman’s husband would be required to willingly take her to the temple and hand her over into the care of handmaidens who would tend to her until a stranger chose her to service him. Some women waited for years to effectively be sanctified prostitutes.

  The practice was not uncommon in the region. At Heliopolis in Syria, the custom was that every maiden should prostitute herself at the Temple of Astarte and the custom went on until the emperor Constantine abolished the practice, destroyed the temple and built a church instead. Similarly, in Phoenician temples, it was the law of the Amorites that a young woman about to be married should “sit in fornication for seven days at the gate of the temple.”

  “I just felt that with the interest that’s out there in all these fantasy worlds like Game of Thrones we could find something in these myths that would really appeal to people. So, what do you think of an adult VR game called “The Myth of Mylitta?”

  “Sure, I can see where you’re going with the idea, and you’re right about the popularity of fantasy worlds that might be either historical or future-based. I can see a game where participants progress through the game by taking part in ever more erotic scenarios. I think it could work, but I’m not the content expert. I’m the tech guy who makes it work. You need scriptwriters and storytellers to develop the actual subject matter. My opinion is really no better than anyone else’s.”

  “Well, I’ll give you an opinion,” Charlie leaped in. “I’d play the game in a heartbeat. The thought of a scenario where my husband dropped me off at the temple to have sex with a complete stranger… Wow. Sign me up.”

  What was that about? I knew Charlie was outgoing and adventurous, but she’d just expressed an interest in cheating on her husband. And she’d done it in front of the poor guy. I know she was my friend, but I couldn’t really condone that kind of treatment of Tony.

  “Well anyway,” he said, without appearing to be even slightly fazed by his wife’s comments,
“give it some thought. Even if you aren’t the scriptwriter, I would value your opinion of whether it’s something that could look good in VR.”

  Jake gave it some thought and looked like he might not be too enthusiastic, so I was kind of surprised when he responded.

  “I actually think it could look spectacular in VR. The sets, the costumes the storyline would all fit really well in a VR setting because it’s all about suspending disbelief as you enter a completely new world. I can really see this being a big seller. It would also fit the extremely popular adult fantasy genres of wife-watching and wife-sharing for which there is a large and growing audience.”

  What the hell was my husband talking about? Wife-watching and wife-sharing! I’d never heard of such fantasies. And how did he know there was a large audience for these “genres” as he called them.

  #####

  After our discussion of The Myth of Mylitta Sam and I used our phones to summon a Grab, which is the Singaporean equivalent of Uber, and headed back to the hotel. On the ride, Sam was deep in thought. She held my hand so tightly that it was starting to hurt by the time we pulled up in front of the hotel.

  She barely said a word until we got into our suite, but then she turned to me in full interrogation mode.

  “Sit down Jake we’ve got stuff to discuss.”

  I plopped down on the sofa in the living room.

  “We have? What?”

  “I’ve got all sorts of questions about what went on at the Smithson’s tonight. For starters what’s all this about the wife-watching genre, and how do you know there’s a big audience for it?”

  What the hell was I going to say? I couldn’t admit that if I were asked to choose any porn topic, then that’s what I’d go for. I couldn’t tell her that the idea of watching her with another man was about the most exciting fantasy I could imagine.

  I had to find a believable excuse for knowing such stuff so that my wife didn’t think she was married to a deviant.

  “I did research into a whole slew of porn genres in preparation for this new job, my beautiful, and I found the wife-watching and wife-sharing genres are two of the most popular and fastest growing subjects of interest across the whole porn spectrum. The male population seems to be split between those who would be willing to do physical bodily harm to anyone who touched their wife and those who would consider it the fulfillment of their ultimate fantasy to watch their wife with another man.”

  There. I’d done it. I’d made it sound like an academic project that I’d undertaken solely relating to the new job. I inwardly congratulated myself on being so smart.

  “I see. I think. But if your research shows that split in the male population, I have another question.”

  Shit. I could see it coming as plain as day.

  “Which side of the split do you fall on? Are you ready to punch the lights out of any man that looks at me, or do you want to watch me giving myself to strangers in The Temple of Mylitta?”

  There was only one way out of this. LIE.

  “I’ve never really analyzed my feelings either way.”

  “Mmm,” she sounded dubious. “And what did you think of Charlie’s statement that she would love it if Tony dropped her off at the temple?”

  “It didn’t seem to upset him, so maybe he liked the idea, and maybe she knew he would.”

  “Jesus Jake. I really like Tony and Charlie, but you don’t think they’re into weird stuff, do you? With our new jobs, we will be around them a lot, and they’re our only friends here, but I don’t know how we would face them if we find out they are kinky perverts. It even makes me wonder if we should reconsider the job offers. We could always say that the climate was too much for us on this familiarization trip. Oh, God, I don’t know what to do. I so want the job, but this is freaking me out.”

  “Sam, stop.” I put my arm around my wife’s shoulders and pulled her in close to me. “You’re still exhausted from the jetlag; you’ve had a day of life-changing shopping, and you’ve had more than a few glasses of wine. You’re in no state to be making big decisions right now. Let’s get to bed and talk it over in the morning.” Sam snuggled into me and sighed. She trusted me to take care of her. She would never trust me again if she knew which side of the male population divide that I fell on.

  Still cuddling Sam, I walked her into the bedroom and started to undress her. She was in a perfectly fit state to undress herself, but I sensed that she had a need to be cared for.

  I unzipped her dress and slid it to the floor. The sight of an exquisite set of lingerie, the likes of which I’d never seen on my wife, was enough to stir my cock into action. She had on the most delicate pale pink lace bra and a matching thong that neatly bisected her gorgeous, firm ass. I couldn’t resist her. I went from wanting to coddle her to wanting to ravage her in seconds flat.

  I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately, pressing my lips to hers and hoping that I was not trampling her feelings of vulnerability after the evening’s events. I reached around and took her ass into my hands and relished the smoothness of her skin, the tightness of her muscle, and the warmth that was glowing from her body.

  “Did you really like those new clothes today?” she whispered.

  “You looked sexier and more confident than I’ve ever seen you, my beautiful.”

  “Thanks,” she said shyly. “Would you press the button by the side of the bed and open the drapes so we can see the city skyline at night.”

  I reached over and pressed the button, and the drapes quietly opened to reveal the dramatic sight of the whole city with lights twinkling from every direction.

  Sam came over to me, and it was her turn to undress me. She did it with an urgency that was quite different from how I’d removed her clothes. She quickly had me completely naked while she still stood there overlooking our exotic new hometown in her new, delicate underwear. She took my hand and stepped close to the floor-to-ceiling window.

  “Make love to me here, Jake.”

  I needed no second invitation.

  I reached around and undid her bra, and as I pushed her thong down over her thighs, I found that her nipples had hardened in anticipation. I took one into my mouth and sucked it firmly, making her squirm.

  “Mmm,” she encouraged.

  As I got her thong to the floor, I was level with her beautiful pussy, and I leaned forward to savor the amazing essence of my wife. Sam stood next to the sectional in front of the window, and she put her foot up onto the arm of the sofa to allow me the access I was wanting. I leaned into her and swiped my tongue from back to front, from the puckered rosebud of her ass and through her wet lips to find her clit.

  I realized she had asked for the drapes to be open so that she could live out her usual half-hearted exhibitionist fantasy and it even occurred to me then that maybe we should talk more about it and maybe then I could admit to mine.

  I pushed my tongue as far into my wife’s wet pussy as I could reach, and I still wanted to push further. I tongue fucked her as she moaned around me, sending vibrations into my throat and through to my heart. God, I loved this woman. When her moaning was coming to a crescendo, I licked faster at her clit until she let loose a wet spray of her inner self into my mouth. I was in heaven.

  No sooner had she cum than she spun around and put her hands high up on the window. Sam parted her legs wide until she was spread-eagled against the huge pane of glass. Her unspoken request was plainly obvious. I stepped up behind her, and my rigid cock probed between her legs without any guidance from our hands. It found her ready and waiting, and I sunk deep into my wife in one powerful thrust.

  “Oh, Jake… you know that anyone looking up at our window now would see me naked,” she panted. “God, yes. Yes. Oh, Jake, I love you. Fuck me hard. Please. Now.”

  I pounded into her uncharacteristically hard, and she forced herself back onto me with an equal passion.

  “I’m, I’m close.” I was too, but I was unable to speak.

  Knowing her reactions, I
could tell that her orgasm was imminent, and I hammered into her just that bit faster until she started to wail. It was a sound that I’d never heard before, and it was difficult to tell if it was pleasure or pain but, either way, it pushed me over the edge at the same time, and I pulsed shot after shot of my cum deep into my wife’s eager pussy, as we both gasped for breath.

  Holy shit, that was good. Was it the new sexy clothes or the new level of confidence that Sam seemed to have attained? Was it hearing the stories of ancient Babylon or imagining Charlotte being given to strangers by Tony? Whatever the catalyst had been, I sincerely hoped that Sam wasn’t seriously considering turning down the job.

  “That was amazing, Jake.”

  “It was, my beautiful.”

  “I feel a bit embarrassed now. We were on show for the whole city to see.”

  “Only really for anyone in a high rise building who happened to be facing this way with a pair of binoculars though. I don’t think you need to feel embarrassed. Maybe just a little bit excited instead. Remember the two young guys who watched you at Hippy Hollow? We were discussing fantasies earlier, and I would venture a guess that you might actually like a little exhibitionism to spice up your life now and then. Could that be your fantasy?”

  That was brave of me, but I couldn’t imagine a better time to bring it up than now in our post-coital euphoria.

  She blushed with embarrassment before she said anything.

  “Mmm,” she said, thoughtfully, and went off to the bathroom.

  We slept well that night.

  Chapter 3 – The Team

  The following day was scheduled for Tony and Charlotte to take us first to show us around our new offices, and to meet our respective teams. Then, in the afternoon, they would take us to view the two penthouse apartments they had in mind. They were committing far more time to us than we had been expecting. We’d assumed we would be pretty much left to our own devices to explore. We certainly weren’t complaining as their involvement made life way easier for us.