Samantha in Singapore

by Alex Jamieson

  Our love, as always.

  Tony and Charlie

  P.S. Join us for breakfast in the morning before we leave. 9:00 a.m. Our place.

  We showed the note to Simon, and he found it as funny as we did.

  The meal was a superb concoction of local fish that had been grilled and topped with a lemon beurre blanc, and al dente roasted asparagus.

  We chatted about our lives back in our native countries. We heard all about Simon’s upbringing with his strict single mother and the rigors of an even stricter Catholic school. He wanted to know all about Sam’s job, and he was fascinated by my specialization in VR. The concept of The Myth of Mylitta had him on the edge of his seat.

  Considering my wife-watching fantasy, it’s hardly surprising that observation is my thing. When I imagined myself as a fly on the wall and looked down on the scene, I realized it would have been impossible to predict just a few months ago, back in Austin.

  We were sitting on an island somewhere in the Gulf of Thailand having accepted our dream jobs on the opposite side of the world; my shy wife had appeared anonymously in a porn video; we were eating an exceptional meal, while naked, with a young black guy who looked like a model and was hung like a porn star; said young guy had experienced said shy wife’s favors, and was possibly about to do so again if she got her way; our new best friend was an avowed wife-sharer, and his wife was the most sexually adventurous woman we’d ever known and to top it off we had a staff named Samson, Winnie, and Willie Huang, pronounced Wong.

  You couldn’t make it up.

  After dinner, Simon loaded the trolley and put it outside the front gates of our villa. When he came back in the room, he found that Sam had mounded pillows at the top end of the bed and was reclining in the middle of them like a Roman Empress.

  She looked him in the eye and smiled. Patting the bed beside her, she asked him to come and lay beside her. I wasn’t sure what my role was to be in her plans, but I was pleased when she looked at me and patted the other side of the bed. I have never seen Sam look quite so content. She had her two men, both propped on one elbow, continuing the Roman feast scenario, and both gazing at her longingly.

  She giggled before reaching out and running her fingernails over Simons' chest. She scratched lightly at his nipples, and he shuddered. Her fingers continued down, and she grazed along the length of his cock. It leaped under her touch and started to harden. As it did, she reached out with her other hand and took hold of my shaft. It was already rigid. I was the only person in the villa who hadn’t cum yet.

  With a cock in both hands, my wife looked like a kid in a candy store. In her previous sessions with Simon, she had been quite passive, but now she had a plan. She left his cock and put her arm around his shoulders. Pulling him to her, she kissed him deeply and passionately. Their lips were only inches from my face. Then she pulled him on top of her. My cock was abandoned in the process. He was laying with his muscular black body, pressing my wife down into the thick duvet as they kissed long and hard. I could see the play of their tongues as they tasted each other.

  “Sit up.” Sam was more forceful than I’d ever seen her.

  Simon sat up, straddling her hips. His cock rested on her smooth tummy, stretching way up past her belly button. She reached down and stroked the hardness of it admiringly. Then she stretched her arms out around his back and clasped his muscular ass. Pulling him towards her, he knee-walked up her body until she had him where she wanted him. He was straddling her upper body, and his huge cock pointed intimidatingly at her face.

  She turned to me and smiled before turning back to stare at Simon’s cock and continuing to pull him forward by his ass. As he got closer, she smiled again and opened her mouth wide. My face was directly beside hers, and I watched as his thick, veined, black manhood disappeared into my wife’s mouth. Erotic couldn’t begin to describe it. He got up on his knees and pushed in further until her nose was being flattened against the hard muscles above his pubic bone.

  My wife was deep throating her black lover within inches of my face. The sensation was indescribable. He pulled out and pushed in again, and I watched as my beloved was well and truly face-fucked. The bulge of his cock down her throat was spellbinding, but she soon pulled away from him.

  “If I ask you to cum in my mouth, will you be able to cum again inside me?”

  He was so stunned at her directness he just nodded.

  “Good, because I want to taste your cum again. Make sure to pull out just as you’re ready. I want Jake to be able to watch. This is for both of us.”

  She pulled him forward, and his cock went directly down her throat. She groaned with pleasure as his hips started thrusting at her face and the thorough throat-fucking that she’d asked for became real. His groan became louder, and we all recognized that he was close. As he pulled out and grasped his cock, my innocent wife pleaded with him.

  “Shoot in my mouth.” She opened wide and curved her tongue into a bowl shape, ready to accept his load.

  With one more loud moan, Simon started to shoot. I watched from just inches away as rope after white rope of his cum shot powerfully into Sam’s mouth and onto her eagerly waiting tongue. Her mouth was filling fast, and some leaked off her tongue and ran from the corner of her mouth. And still, Simon was spurting more.

  I knew she needed to swallow, and I also knew she wanted me to see it. I inched closer and peered deep into her mouth, and then I smiled. As I did so, she closed her mouth and swallowed. God, it was hot. With her mouth closed Simons final, but still powerful shot landed across her lips in a pornographically filthy display.

  Simon fell back onto the bed, and Sam rolled over towards me. She whispered lovingly.

  “I love you, Jake. Please kiss me.”

  I didn’t know if she was testing my love or if she wanted me to be a part of the whole experience, but with no hesitation, I leaned forward and kissed her. I knew she had swallowed, but there was still an unmistakably different taste to her. I knew that some of his cum had been on her lips, but this was the woman I loved. My own sex goddess. I would do anything for her. I was the luckiest man alive.

  Sam leaped off the bed and brought us back a glass of champagne each. She held hers aloft and toasted.

  “To the Myth of Mylitta.”

  We all laughed and tossed back the cold champagne.

  Sam got back on the bed and rolled towards me.

  “Cuddle me, Simon,’ she asked.

  The young man spooned her from behind, and I could tell when she raised her eyebrows that he must be getting hard again. I watched as she started to grind her ass back into him. I knew what was happening, but I couldn’t see much. I saw Simon reach down between them and it became obvious he was fingering her. He removed his hand, and I could see it was slick with Sam’s juices. He brought his fingers to her mouth, and she sucked them in, tasting her own arousal. He reached down again, and it appeared that he was lining his cock up with her waiting pussy.

  Just as he did, my gorgeous Sam lifted her leg, and I saw his impressive manhood positioned between her lips. She smiled at me. The head of his cock had parted her lips, and wetness was dribbling from her pussy and down his shaft. With slow deliberation, Sam’s young lover pushed into her, gradually getting deeper and deeper. The almost slow-motion effect was mesmerizingly sexy as Simons thickness disappeared inch by inch into the depths of my wife. My cock was drooling pre-cum at the sight.

  “Make love to me Simon.”

  She didn’t want to be fucked this time. She wanted him to be a real lover.

  It seared my entire being. It had been one thing to watch him fuck her face, and cum in her mouth, but now she wanted him to love her. THAT’S FOR ME. ONLY ME.

  I almost got up and left them to it. But then she looked at me and winked. A conspiratorial wink that told me I was her only love. So why had she just implied otherwise?

  I watched as Simon made gentle love to my wife.

  I think Sam realized after a while that it would
be tough for Simon to climax at that slow pace because she changed it up again.

  She pulled away from him, then got on all fours on the bed.

  “Now fuck me.”

  With one powerful leap, he was standing at the end of the bed and Sam backed up to him until his cock lined up perfectly. She repeated her request.

  “Fuck me hard Simon.”

  He pushed into her, and I watched my wife get the pounding of her life. His muscular ass was clenching with the force of his thrusts, and Sam was beginning to build towards yet another orgasm. I’d lost count of them.

  Their matching groans built to a crescendo and I watched as my Sam was filled, yet again, with another potent load from her young black lover.

  They both collapsed on the bed, and it was my turn to get the champagne. We all lay there together for a few minutes before Sam broke the spell.

  “You should probably get back to your duties, Simon. But please know that this has been the most special weekend of my life.”

  She kissed him delicately on the lips and Simon left us to our own devices, looking regretful that we hadn’t asked him to stay the night.

  “I love you, Jake.”

  “I love you too, Sam. But it hurt when you asked Simon to make love to you.”

  She laughed. “I had to do that, you idiot. I was so sore that I was dreading another pounding. I just needed him to go slow, and that was the best way to achieve it. But I really wanted him to cum inside me. When I sensed that he would never be able to cum that I knew I had to man up and get well and truly fucked, to finish him off.”

  It all made sense.

  “Would you like me to deep throat you, now you’ve seen how good I am at it?

  “I’d rather make love to you.”

  She smiled and winced a little, then rolled onto her side.

  “You know you needn’t fear. I’ve been watching you all day, and I’m likely to cum in seconds.”

  “Just take it slow and love me.”

  I pushed into the sloppy wetness of her lover's cum, and it never fazed me for a minute. I was inside my beautiful. It was the best place to be. My cum joined Simons within minutes, and Sam’s pussy was flooded.

  #####

  [CHARLIE] Still on for breakfast?

  It was seven o’clock, and we sat on our terrace drinking our first cup of coffee of the day.

  “Ask her if we should wear clothes. I don’t think our friendship is at a stage where I can sit there and nibble a croissant without my clothes on, “she laughed.

  [JakeF] We’ll be there. Can we wear clothes? Sam is shy about being around you naked!!!

  [CHARLIE] We will be dressed in our traveling clothes, ready to leave. But tell Sam we’ve already seen you both naked. We were on our terrace when you went for your morning walk. VERY NICE!!!

  “That woman is just too outrageous.”

  We packed our few things in our carry-on bags and called Simon. He took the bags and showed us the way to Charlotte and Tony’s villa. The front gate and courtyard area looked identical to ours, but when we got inside, we found it was massive. They explained that it was one of the dedicated owners’ villas and they have exclusive use of it.

  Tony handed out mimosas all round then made no attempt at subtlety as he invited Sam to sit with him on the terrace. It was plainly obvious that Charlotte wanted to get me on her own. Sam was a good sport though and took her mimosa to curl up in a huge armchair opposite Tony. They had closed the French windows, but we could see them chatting animatedly.

  Not one to mince words Charlotte got straight to the point.

  “So, does she think Simon is wonderful?”

  “She does.”

  “I knew it. That’s what I’d planned. Now we’ve shifted her focus from J we just need to work on shifting his focus from her.”

  “Well, Charlie, there is one other minor problem. She now has a crush on Simon.”

  “Well, shit. What is the matter with the girl? This is all supposed to be about fun, not love.”

  “The thing is Charlie… Sam finds it very difficult to separate the sex from the emotion. She hasn’t reached your level of awareness and, no offense, but I kind of admire her for it. She’s new to this … we both are. She’s finding herself. I know she loves me, and most of the time, I don’t feel threatened.”

  “Just most of the time? We need to solve this between the two of us. Most of the time isn’t good enough. I’m not going to see you hurt and Tony would be desperately upset if he thought we’d encouraged you into something that could damage your marriage. Now, we’re okay with Simon... he’ll be going back to the Bahamas in a couple of weeks. But J is different. You have to work with him, and we need to implement phase two of my plan.”

  “I didn’t even know you had a specific plan.”

  “Jake, it’s me, Charlie, are you mad. I always have a plan. Now the next phase will involve Simon, but it’ll be okay because he won’t be around for much longer. We just need to make sure we change J’s feelings for your wife.”

  “And how do you plan to do that.”

  “I have a Plan A and, if that fails, I intend to pull out the big guns with my Plan B.”

  #####

  Over our final meal on the island, we told our friends how much we appreciated them allowing us to share such a special place. We were even more grateful when they told us they had never brought anyone before.

  Charlie was eager to find out all about our experiences, and Sam cleverly kept the story short.

  “I experienced a wonderful massage from two men at the same time, Charlie, and it was amazing.”

  She was only giving away what Charlie already knew. After all, she had loaned out Julian for the afternoon. Even though Charlie had already intimated that they’d heard her screams of delight, Sam made no mention that she actually had sex with them and said not a peep about her instruction in the arts of deep-throating and anal sex. She sensibly considered it as too personal. It was just between the two of us. All we could hope was that Julian was discreet.

  “Wow, a four-hands erotic massage. Wouldn’t that make for a great scene in Mylitta? Slaves at the temple massaging the women waiting to make their ultimate sacrifice. You should consider just one more shoot, Sam. It would be amazing for the game. Would you consider doing it?”

  We all turned to look at Sam.

  “I told you before Charlie, I have no intention of increasing the number of people who know about me helping with the video shoots. It’s strictly need-to-know only. I don’t think it would be appropriate to do another shoot with J, so we don’t actually have four hands.”

  “What about if I could persuade Simon and Julian to do it. We could even add William and have a six-hand massage scene. Just imagine the possibilities. The boys are connecting through Singapore on their way home in a couple of weeks. We’ve booked them three nights at the same hotel where you stayed when you came to check out the city.

  “I would be amazed if they don’t leap at the chance. I know it would increase the number of people who know about your involvement, but I can assure you all three of them are discreet. They wouldn’t be working for us otherwise, as I’m sure you can understand.”

  “I suppose I might consider it then, but all my other conditions would still stand. Soft-core only; Jake as the sole person in the control room; confidentiality agreements, no viewers until facial adjustments have been made, and you, my dear Charlie, cannot be skulking around in the background.”

  “Spoilsport.”

  Sam immediately became distant as she withdrew into herself and her thoughts. As she stared pensively out of the window, Charlotte turned to me and mouthed the words Plan A.

  #####

  Out on the pier, as we were waiting to board the seaplane, I saw Charlotte talking animatedly to Simon, Julian, and William. All three of them were glancing eagerly over at Sam and nodding their heads. I know she spotted it too because she looked rather pleased with herself. She’d assumed she would never
see young Simon again, but there was a chance to not only see him but maybe even fool around a little. For Sam, the stars were aligned.

  I was having difficulty reconciling the difference in our perspectives. I recalled clearly a concept that I’d learned in economics. It’s called the bliss point and it’s used to describe the level of consumption at which we are most satisfied. For Sam, it seemed that her new hotwife experiences were carrying her disposition in an upward trajectory toward the bliss point. For me, even though I’d lived with this fantasy forever, I feared my trajectory was heading in the opposite direction.

  Sam had been carried further and further by the speeding currents of events, and I feared for how it was changing her. Her reaction to the thought of seeing Simon again and maybe even the chance to play with all three of the guys was a bit disconcerting. Little did she know that this was part of Charlie’s plan to calm Js ardor. Plan A was off and running.

  Chapter 9 – The Edge of Destruction

  When we arrived back in Singapore, we went straight home to find Jimmy had left us a beautiful meal, of leek and bacon pasta. We heated it up and sat at the dining table, enjoying a glass of wine and going elatedly over the excitement of the weekend in great detail. Neither of us could believe the experiences we’d had, and Sam’s new confidence in talking dirty had my cock as hard as a diamond, even as we polished off our food.

  We were almost done when Sam’s phone pinged with an incoming message notification.

  “Probably Charlie. Oh…. “

  “What?”

  “It’s J.”

  “What the fuck does he want? Doesn’t he know we just got in from vacation?”

  “Don’t get angry, honey. It’s not just to me. It’s a message for both of us.”

  She showed me.

  [JCOndega] Would you both join me for dinner on Friday? I would like you to meet my cousin Phillipe.

  “Hah. So, it’s to both of us, is it? He knows full well that I’ve got to work really late on Friday. I’ve got a videoconference scheduled with our camera supplier in Germany. It’s not scheduled until nine. He’s hoping you’ll go alone.”