The Invitation (Part 45)

By Hardaway1818

2.15 am

All of us are back at the table playing the game as planned by Stuart. I am the game master while Michelle and Stuart are seated before Claire; controlling the game well enough for Claire to keep losing.

Claire downs a few glasses of the hard liquor mixer. She is not a good drinker; her face is flushed red; I can see she is certainly feeling the effects of the drinks. She is acting tipsy and giggly which has replaced her normal reserved demeanor.

It is almost as if everyone else is in cahoots with Stuart; they are all encouraging Claire to drink more. Stuart, being seated beside Claire, would pick up her glass and place it at her lips until, after some initial resistance, she would take several swallows. The more she drinks, the more daring she is gushing her alcohol down. I can’t help but to feel a bit guilty to leave her alone to fend off these wolves pack. I guess I should have gone to her defence but then, this is supposed to be part of the plan and I am supposed to be one of the instigators. My attention is stuck on Michelle; she looks so sexy under the lightings and the alcohol. It won’t hurt anyone; we are just having some harmless fun.

Very soon, Claire is feeling the effects of the alcohol. Once again, Claire is the loser of the game and she is complaining of nausea and spinning headache. Once again, Stuart is trying to coerce her to down her forfeit glass, but she seems adamant that she can no longer take it and feels like vomiting.

At this point, Stuart puts his arm around her shoulder to give her a little hug and speaks softly into her ears. It seems like he is asking if she is alright and Claire gives a few nods of her head. That’s when Stuart puts his hand on her neck and uses his strong fingers to massage her neck muscles. Apparently that must feel really good as Claire moans with relaxation.

Stuart then declares loudly to the group that Claire is feeling intoxicated and he will help to massage some of her vital acupoints to relieve the drunkenness. With that, he moves closer to Claire, gently removes her right heel shoe, pulls her right leg up onto his lap and starts rubbing her ankle and foot.

Stuart: “I have learnt this from a master before that there are vital points on the foot that will help to refresh a person.”

I thought that sounds silly but to my surprise, Claire simply leans her head backwards onto the sofa, closes her eyes and let Stuart massage her foot.

The rest of the people are just taking a break from the game, taking some drinks and looking around. No one raises anything with regards to Stuart’s massaging for Claire, but I can sense a couple of them glancing at me to see my reaction.

Stuart starts with her foot but very quickly moves up her little calf. Seeing no resistance, his fingers strayed higher onto her thigh. That’s when the hem of her short little black dress is pulled almost all the way up her thigh. I can’t believe that Claire would sit there with a relaxed smile on her face, with her eyes closed and letting a man massage her exposed leg.

In that position, Claire’s legs are quite far apart and the cloth of her skirt stretched tight across her thighs. That’s when I know that if the people opposite her look in the right place, they would be getting a beautiful view.

I know they have noticed.

James takes a glance and his gaze simply stays at the same position without moving. Fred is literally staring at the same space. Albert takes a quick glance and looks elsewhere. Within a few seconds, his line of sight comes back but again goes away after a while. But his eyes will come back very quickly to that very beautiful view, that space between my wife’s legs.

From my memory of her dressing, I can visualize what they are looking at. At the top of her luscious long legs, they can see her skimpy white thong panties against her fair creamy skin. The panties is quite a small piece, barely covering her hairy pussy, which she has trimmed the sides so that not too much hair will be exposed at the corners. An occasional pubic hair will still show itself from the side of the panty.

I know Stuart is aware that he is giving the guys a free show because of his sly grin at the corner of his mouth. As if he is trying to be the nice guy, he places Claire’s foot onto his outstretched knee, making her right leg into an arch. I am totally surprised to see no resistance nor any reaction from Claire as she just rests there on the sofa with her eyes closed, giving out one or two soft gasps of breath with Stuart’s masterful massage strokes.

This position basically allows the guys to feast their eyes on the delightful scene and enjoying the upskirt. They show their pleasure by adjusting their position; all three of them have huge erections in the front of their pants and they are getting uncomfortable with the bulge. They keep fidgeting in their seats to make themselves more comfortable with the bulge trying to burst out of their pants.

Suddenly all of us are awoken from the upskirt show by the DJ announcement of the start of the lucky draw.

Claire sits up at her seat and straightens herself. Unknown to her, she has made 5 guys with bulging erections, including me. I am sure each and every one of us is raping her violently now in our mind.

 

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The Invitation (Part 44)

By Hardaway1818

2.10 am

As planned, the DJ stops the music for a little break before the lucky draw and the gang comes back to the table.

Everyone looks a bit flustered and sweaty, especially the guys. Am a bit surprised that slow dance would make them sweat, so I casually ask, “What did you guys do? Seem to have gone for some good exercises huh.”

No response except for a quick exchange of fleeting glances between Fred, James and Albert.

Claire’s face is somewhat flushed and I notice a slight worried look in her eyes. I move my sight to the other 2 ladies, Michelle and Belinda and they have the almost same look as Claire. As if they have pre-arranged with each other, the 3 ladies simultaneously excuse themselves to catch the washroom.

So there leave 5 guys sitting at the table, myself, Stuart, Fred, James and Albert. There is a moment of awkward silence, before Stuart breaks the ice.

Stuart: “It was cool dancing with the pretty ladies huh. So who is the best to grind against?”

Stuart’s lewd question is met with 3 large pairs of astonished eyes and a complete pause of silence.

Stuart: “Come on guys, this is a party. We are just having fun. We are all man. Be open about it. I am sorry, Wilson, but I got the most feel pushing my groin against Claire when I pulled her tight body against me. That slow swaying and rubbing of our private parts in tandem with the music just made it so perfect. And the two buns on her butt are simply a handful to hold and grab.”

Even I am taken aback by Stuart’s openness about his groping of my wife on the dance floor. I can tell the others are somewhat starting to take his bait.

Fred: “Ya man. Agree. Claire has the tightest body I have ever held. The best thing is she is so shy about it. I admit I have a hardon just feeling her body so close. And she smells damn nice.”

Stuart: “Well to be fair, Michelle has a great body too. She is much more open about it. Fred, you have a hot wife. I think she is obsessed by my large dick, she can’t stop grinding against it.”

James: “Stuart, don’t talk big. I think it’s your self-imagination. I agree that Michelle has a great body, but I don’t think she will fancy you at all.”

Looks like James do have some feelings for Michelle too, seemingly defending her. Her own husband is not even doing that, rather, he is more interested to share his account of feeling up my wife.

Albert is the only one that is keeping quiet while the other 3 guys continue with their banter about Claire and Michelle’s bodies. I can’t help but get caught up in the excitement of listening to them talk about how much they enjoy dancing with the tight bodies of my wife and Michelle. The guys definitely have the hots for the two chio ladies. Only Albert is the nice decent guy here.

After a short while, I leave them on to their banter and go to the washroom to check on Claire. Manage to catch her at the washroom entrance as she is coming out.

Me: “Dear, you ok?”

Claire: “I am good dear. You ok? Still feeling drunk?”

Me: “I am good.”

Claire: “Do you want to make a move first? It’s getting a bit late.”

Me: “Not so nice to leave now. Anyway it’s ending soon. What’s wrong? You look a bit upset.”

Claire: “Nothing much actually. But your colleagues seemed to be going a bit overboard during the dance just now.”

Can sense Claire is getting a bit embarrassed and upset trying to recount the experience to me.

Me: “What happened?”

Claire: “Especially your boss. It started with him actually. During the dance, his hands kept moving down to my butt and kept pushing my lower body into his using the force of the two hands on my butt. And he was having a huge hardon and kept rubbing his thing against me. I tried my best to push him away but I couldn’t do it too blatantly as I am afraid to embarrass him in public.”

Me: “Asshole.”

Claire: “That’s not all. It seems the others saw his actions too. And all of them did the same thing to me when we switched dance partners. The worse thing is everyone seems to get more and more excited rubbing their bodies against each other. I know the same thing happened to Michelle and Belinda as well.”

Me: “I am going to kick the ass of this Stuart, Fred and James.”

Claire: “You missed out Albert.”

I have not missed out Albert accidentally; I have just assumed he is the decent one.

Me: “Albert?”

Claire: “He was the worst. Had my last dance with him. He was frantically squeezing and fondling my ass. Even tried to press his fingers along my ass crack through my thin dress. His hands tried to go under my dress too. Once or twice, I think he managed to go under and try to finger me through my panties. I have to keep pushing his hands away. Towards the end part, I don’t know how he did it. His dick was like positioned so nicely right at my hole and he was like so desperately dry-humping me. And I think he cummed in his pants just by dry-humping me. His body was like quivering and trembling with his hands on my butt pushing and holding my crouch against his thing. I think the rest saw it too, including his wife. I was like so so embarrassed that I don’t know how to face Belinda and the rest now.”

Call me a pervert or whatever. My cock is so hardened by Claire’s recount. Albert, seemingly the most family man and decent guy you can find, also cannot resist my sexy wife.

The Invitation (Part 43)

By Hardaway1818

2 am

By the time I am back to the table from the washroom, Stuart is already seated there, alone. He gives me a knowing smile when I approach.

I have managed to shake off my drunkenness and my mind is in a clearer state than just a few moments ago.

Stuart: “Hey Buddy, you are back. They are still dancing. I am back to keep you company.”

I look over at the dance floor. Claire is dancing with Albert, Michelle with James and Fred with Belinda.

Stuart: “Buddy, are you angry with whatever I told you just now?”

Me: “Well, I must admit I don’t feel too good about the way you are portraying my wife.”

Actually I am lying through my teeth; I am aroused by it, but I must act out a righteous front to protect my wife from the wolf.

Stuart: “Buddy, don’t take it so seriously. It’s all for the good fun of it. Just like how you have an affair with Jenny. Just like how I am doing Michelle. No love, nothing of that sort. Just plain animal lust, you know. Men’s instinct. And you know, Claire will never, and should never know about your affair with Jenny.”

I am rendered speechless when he brought up the Jenny’s affair. Somehow, I have a feeling that there is a hidden message behind this conversation. Is Stuart trying to hint of blackmail on me with the Jenny affair? Somehow this has come back to haunt me. Is this what they say “karma”?

Stuart: “Anyway I am not going to force anything on Claire. Everything is on her free will. If she wants to play, we play. If she doesn’t want to, I won’t force a single thing on her. She is your wife; I don’t want to do anything behind your back without you knowing.”

Is he trying to play the good guy in front of me now? Trying to seduce my wife with my consent? What is this guy up to?

Stuart: “And we are not talking about having an affair or anything. I am just hoping to have some close intimacy with your wife on the dance floor or something and that’s it. You know, she is so hot that I would do anything just to have a feel of her sexy body and hold her tight in my arms. Of course, you won’t lose out in anything. I will offer you Michelle in return for your consent. See, you have the longer end in this deal.”

Slowly this proposition is sounding more interesting.

Firstly, it’s just some intimacy, no real fucking, so I am still fine with it. Secondly, I have faith in my wife that she won’t do anything improper. Last but not least, the lure of Michelle is too great.

I stutter out subconsciously, “Michelle?”

Stuart: “Look, I have something on Michelle and I can make her do things with you willingly. You will get to enjoy her sexy body with no strings attached. See her sexy body there, it’s real good I tell you. As for Claire, I just need your consent to make my move. If she is willing, I will have some fun with her. If she is not, then nothing happens. And all these only happen within tonight. Nothing gets beyond this night. And we are not talking about real fucking. Just some close intimacy and some fun. So you got nothing to lose. Deal?”

Me: “It seems you have the shorter end of the deal. Claire won’t agree to anything with you.”

Stuart: “Cool, I like your thinking. We are getting somewhere. Ya just some close dancing and intimacy, nothing serious. Does that mean we have a deal?”

In that moment of impulse, I make a decision. A decision which seems to make perfect sense to me. I will get close to Michelle, the sexy subordinate of mine which I have wanted for quite a while. My simple and innocent wife, Claire, would never agree to do anything with that Stuart, so I won’t lose anything at all.

A hand shake between two men seals the deal.

Stuart: “You have a good wife, Wilson. I have come across so many Asian ladies and I rarely have any problem bedding them, married, attached or not. All Asian girls have a thing for the Westerners, with the exotic feeling and the big cock that comes with it.”

I am slightly worried as he seems so full of confidence that he is going to succeed.

Stuart: “Claire is the prettiest of the prettiest, and she is also the hardest to crack. During the second dance, I have gotten several good feel of her ass, but she is pretty good at not letting me get into the critical territory. So I will need your help later to loosen her up a bit.”

Me: “How can I do that? I can’t possibly tell my wife to play with you because I am going to have fun with Michelle.”

Stuart: “Haha Wilson, I am sure you are smarter than this. All I need you to do is to play along with us and try to get Claire high on alcohol and I will do the rest.”

Me: “Hey man, that’s not within the agreement. You are not supposed to force anything on Claire and anything has to be within her consent.”

Stuart: “Yeah everything only with her consent. Nothing changes. To be fair to me, I just need a little more assistance with the alcohol. Nothing more. And you are still here to control the situation. I won’t take advantage of her if she is dead drunk. If you think she still can handle the situation, we proceed. If not, everything calls off. Deal?”

This guy is an old hand at this.

Me: “Ok seems reasonable. I make the final call whether to proceed ya.”

Stuart: “Yes of course. Anyway, the plan is this. Time is 2.05 am. I have made the arrangement for this party to have its ending segment. The DJ will end the music in about 5 min time. He will also make the announcement that there is a lucky draw at 2.30 am. During this break before the lucky draw, we will play the game 终极秘码. Pardon me if I pronounce it inaccurately but you know the game right? The loser will have to drink as forfeit.”

Me: “Yep we have played this game before so everyone knows.”

Stuart: “Great. We will use the excuse that you were already quite drunk and you need to drive later so you will be the game master later. Here’s the numbers for the game. Just follow this order. I and Michelle already knew these numbers and we will be arranged to sit before Claire for the game. Haha and you have it. Almost 90% chance that Claire will lose the games and keep drinking.”

Wow this is a brilliant plan. This guy has plotted for this. Even Michelle is in the loop of things.

Stuart: “That’s the alcohol assistance I need on Claire. Then we will have the lucky draw. I have pre-arranged for everyone on this table to be a lucky draw winner except the four of us. The winners will have to go to the back-stage to register their particulars for record purpose. Of this is to lure them away. While they are gone, the DJ will make the announcement that he will play the last few songs for the night and will dim the lights almost entirely for the final ambiance. It shall be so dark that the visibility is only about 1 metre. Michelle will ask you for the dance and that’s when you decide whether you want to go with her and proceed with the plan. You will be able to enjoy some close intimacy with her on the dance floor. I will do the same with Claire. Ok?”

That sounds like a nice little plan. Nothing too heavy, just some intimacy fun on the dance floor.

So I agree to go along with the plan.

The Invitation (Part 42)

By Hardaway1818

Me: “Huh? What secrets are you talking about?”

Stuart: “You see Michelle there? Do you find her attractive?”

Me: “Errrmmm…….. well, she is not too bad actually.” I am trying to appear nonchalantly yet encouraging to continue this conversation.

Stuart: “Well, to tell you the truth, I have a special liking to Asian ladies. I just find them so pretty and cute and love to see their sexy expression when I shove my large dick into them. And I must say that amongst all the Asian ladies I have ever come across, I have managed to meet the 3 most attractive ones from our company.”

Me: “Our company?” I know one of them he is referring to is Michelle, but am unsure of the other two.

Stuart: “Well, technically not all are from our company directly, but related. I think you know the first one.”

Ya I know. It’s Michelle. You blackmailed her into it for her promotion. Of course I am just saying this in my mind, not through my mouth.

Stuart: “That’s Jenny, George’s wife. But I never got the chance to do her as you know. You saved me from George’s blackmail, but in a way, I feel so wasted that I never had the chance to give that sex siren a good fuck up her ass. You can tell from the way she sways that butt of hers, that she would be a wild kitten on bed. Although you were blackmailed by George, I do envy you for having the chance to up that his sexy wife.”

Oh yes, Jenny, now I recall. She is the one that has gotten away, both from Stuart and myself. I almost had her but gave that chance to that Raymond and my buddy, Mark. All because of Raymond’s wife, Elaine but in the end, I had my sister-in-law Phoebe by mistake. Well, I have no complaints about that mistake, but yes, it would be nice to have Jenny, that sex kitten.

Me: “Ya, of course I remember Jenny. She is a good one on bed.” I need to continue with the lie that I was blackmailed by George after the affair with his wife.

Stuart: “Well, but you would envy me for the second one. Unless you have managed to have her without me knowing haha.”

Me: “Don’t tell me it’s Michelle.” I am still feigning ignorance.

Stuart: “Hey Bud, you got it. Haha looks like you have a thing for her too. She is a real good fuck. Don’t look at her usual prim and proper self. She is actually a slut at heart.”

Me: “Are you kidding me?”

Stuart: “It’s for real bro. I have done her a number of times. You know her promotion? She has gotten her promotion in exchange for sex with me. And that’s not the worst.”

Me: “Huh?”

Stuart: “See that guy dancing with your wife right now. Ya that James guy. Your good subordinate. Michelle’s good colleague. Her husband’s good buddy. Michelle is fucking around with him too.”

That really brings my shock level up a couple of notch, but thinking back on the overheard conversation between Fred and James, that adds up. James has sent The Invitation to Michelle and apparently they have done it already. But I am surprised that Stuart knew about their affair too.

Stuart: “The best thing is, both James and Fred do not know that I am fucking Michelle behind their back. And she doesn’t want them to know about it.”

Me: “Wow I am real surprised.”

Stuart: “Buddy I am sure you are. But that’s not the most important. The most important lies in the third lady I was talking about just now. She is the most beautiful amongst all three and I would do anything to have the chance to just do her once.”

Me: “And?”

Stuart: “That lady happens to be your wife, Claire.”

Although I am half-expecting this, I am still taken aback by how blunt and direct Stuart is telling this right in my face.

Stuart: “Buddy I know this might be too much for you to take in all at once, but I want to be 100% open to you about it. The moment I set my eyes on your wife, I have the immediate urge to throw her onto bed. You know, that kind of primal lust. Your wife is that sexy.”

Seeing that I am too stunned to react, Stuart continues his mind-fuck on me.

Stuart: “Look at that soft lips of hers. I bet she is a great cock-sucker.”

Not sure if it’s the intoxication from the alcohol or the way that Stuart is expertly leading this conversation, I am responding to his questions directly without thinking through my mind.

Me: “Ya she can do a good blowjob.”

Stuart: “Does she swallow?”

Me: “She can, but she doesn’t really like it.”

Sensing that I am being led on, he continues with his questioning.

Stuart: “Does Claire like her cunt being licked and sucked?”

Me: “She likes that and I love to do that to her too.”

Stuart: “Does Claire like to take a big cock up her ass?”

Me: “Her ass is off limits. She totally hates that.”

Stuart: “Ahhh what a pity. Claire has such a hot looking ass that it’s a shame not to take advantage.”

Now that he mentions it, I do kinda agree with him. I have never done her in her anal hole. In fact I have never tried anal sex. I wonder how that would feel. And yes, Claire has the cutest butt that one can imagine.

My heart beat is pounding fast with excitement as we are both watching my wife and Michelle and the gang dancing on the dance floor. It is indeed a bizarre situation where I am here discussing about very intimate secrets about my wife with my boss.

The music ends right at this time and the gang comes walking back to us, including Albert and his wife, 3 couples in total.

“What are you guys chatting about?”

“Nothing” Me and Stuart blurt out in unison.

The gang takes their seat around the area and grab some drinks.

They are all saying they have a fun time dancing and it’s a pity that I can’t join them. And they are complimenting that Claire is a good dancer.

The chatter goes on for a couple of minutes before mini-break ends and the next song comes up.

Michelle: “Hey it’s Unchained Melody. Shall we?”

Fred: “Of course let’s go”

Fred wants to extend his hand to Claire again, but he is beaten to it by Stuart. Claire comes over to me and asks if I am alright. I tell her to go ahead and enjoy herself, while I will make a trip to the Gents again to freshen myself up.

So the gang does down to the dance floor again, with Stuart pairing with Claire, Fred and Michelle, Albert and Belinda, with James the odd one out, but they agree to switch partners after every song so that no one gets left out.

For me, I get my slumpy body up from the seat towards the washroom again. Need to splash myself with the cold water again. This time, not to freshen myself up. But to cool myself down. Unknown to everyone else, I am spotting a real hardon after hearing how Stuart is lusting after my wife.

The Invitation (Part 41)

By Hardaway1818

1.20 am

James: “Eh bro, the Invitation won’t work on her lah.”

Fred: “How you know?”

James: “Errrr……”

Fred: “Bro, you know something I don’t know? Come on…..”

James: “Aiya ok ok lah. Tell you the truth lah. Actually I have fantasized about getting into her pants the very first time I have seen her. She is so perfect. I mean, she is so pretty, she is the wife of my boss, and she carries herself so well. It’s almost like an untouchable. You know, that kind of feeling, when something is beyond your reach, you would want it even more. So I have actually sent her the Invitation before.”

Fred: “Hah. Still trying to act like a prude just now. Finally showing your true colours. So obviously the Invitation doesn’t work on her?”

James: “Ya no response.”

Fred: “Never mind. Let’s try to make our move on her now since her husband is not around. Best is Wilson doesn’t reappear. Then we might have our chance.”

James: “Eh you not worried that Michelle see you ah? Where is she by the way?”

Fred: “Aiya don’t be such a chicken lah. I am going to test test water only. What’s there to be scared about? Don’t know where Mich gone to as well.”

James: “Damn bro, someone has made his move faster than us. Let’s go quickly.”

I can never imagine the usually outstanding and responsible James at work to be such a person. Apparently he has been lusting after my wife for quite some time. The more shocking thing is that there is something illicit going on between him and Michelle, with the knowledge of her husband. The most shocking is the seemingly resurfacing of The Invitation. The one that was received by Claire previously must have been from James then.

I peek over to where my wife is. James and Fred are walking towards her direction and my Ang Moh boss, Stuart, is already seated down, talking to Claire.

Damn, 3 wolves circling my dear wife. I must get myself up to protect her from the wolves pack. I shut my eyes, give my head a good shake, let out a huge sigh of breath to try to shake off my drunken state. I steady my both hands by my side and give myself a good push up. I must quickly get to Claire to protect her.

Somehow my wobbly legs manage to carry my half-slumped body to the table where Claire is seated with Stuart, James and Fred.

Stuart: “Hey Wilson, you are back. I was just trying to ask your beautiful wife for a dance. It seems she needs to wait for you to be safely back from the Gents before she will agree to the dance with me. So may I have the honour now?”

No matter what, Stuart is still my superior. To the Ang Moh, it’s kinda impolite to refuse a dance when they are asking in such a gentlemanly manner. Well, I don’t have much of a choice to give a forced smile and a little nodded agreement.

Claire gives me an understanding look and gives her hand to Stuart who leads her out to the dance floor.

The dance floor is moderately crowded with couples doing the slow number. The light is dimmed and the music is slow and soothing. Albert and his wife, Belinda, are also dancing at the dance floor. They give Stuart and Claire a nodding smile when they see them taking up position besides.

I am observing intently at Stuart to make sure he is not doing anything improper. To my surprise, nothing indiscreet happens during the dance. It appears that Stuart is a very good dancer and Claire has a good time following his lead. I can tell he has his way around the dance floor as well as how to charm a lady.

The 3 of us, Fred, James and myself, are just sitting at the table in silence, looking on to the dance floor. I am not sure what’s in their mind, but I am admiring the nice body figure of my lovely wife swaying under the slow music. Claire looks so beautiful and alluring in her black body-hugging mini-dress, which shows off some nice flesh at the back and her waist area with its design cutting. She simply looks like an angel in the lighting and ambience. I have a sudden urge to just grab her and make good, violent love to her. I wonder if the other two guys are thinking the same, but my guess is that it can’t go too far off from that.

After a few minutes, Stuart and Claire re-join us from the dance floor. Right at this time, Michelle comes over to join us as well.

Michelle: “Hey you guys start dancing without me. Let’s go for another dance. The music is so nice.”

Both Fred and James’s eyes light out at their opportunities with Michelle’s sudden enthusiasm about dancing. Not being a spoilsport, Claire stands there waiting for a taker as her dance partner for the next dance as well.

Stuart: “Wilson, why don’t you have a dance with Claire as well? She is a good dancer.”

I would like to but my semi-drunken body hasn’t recovered its full mobility, so I have no choice but to kindly reject.

With that, Fred grabs at the chance and quickly extends his dance request to Claire. I think Claire has somewhat loosened up a bit from the first dance and she politely agrees to his dance request, of course, with a quick glance at me for my approval acknowledgement first. James takes to the dance floor with Michelle.

With the two pairs making their way out to the dance floor, Stuart takes his seat on my side, positioning himself very close to me.

Stuart: “Wilson, you are a damn lucky guy.”

I look at Stuart in a semi-blurred state with my half-drunk eyes. But what he is going to say next wakes me up from my slumber somewhat. Or rather, shock me up.

Stuart: “From the dance with your wife, I can tell she has a tight little body and you must really enjoy it a lot. What a sexy little fox.”

Me: “Hah thanks for the compliment. Claire is indeed an attractive lady but she is a very conservative lady when it comes to letting herself getting too wild.” I am trying to hint to him that Claire is not the sexy little fox that he has in his mind, but I am not sure if he gets it.

Stuart: “Nay, I know she is wearing thong panties and this only means she would be a lot of fun in bed. So don’t try to cover up for her.”

Damn, how is he able to know she is wearing thong panties unless he has managed to feel her up. He must be a real expert to be able to do that without me noticing it when my eyes are fully on them during the dance.

The next thought that comes to my mind makes me feel a definite tingle and hardness in my groin. If what Stuart says about the thong panties is true, then Fred and James must have a very good view between her skirt during our drinks session earlier on. No wonder Fred commented that Claire shaved her pussy just now.

I recall the night before that Claire was trying to fit into this new evening dress that she has just bought for my award ceremony. She seldom wears such dresses so she has consulted some of her friends on her dressing. They have suggested her to wear a thong panties to hide her panty line and in order to fit nicely into the thong panties, she has trimmed herself around the edges so she won’t show when she wears the panties. In fact, this is the very first time she has worn such a manner and to think that she has exposed herself in it and gives others the wrong idea about her.

Stuart: “Wilson, seriously you have a hot wife. Even hotter than Michelle.”

His eyes are focused onto the dance floor, alternating between Claire and Michelle.

Stuart: “Wilson, frankly speaking, I think we are like buddies, like brothers, so I want to share my secrets with you. And I hope you can be as open with me as possible.”

The Invitation (Part 40)

By Hardaway1818

“To the Banker of the Year” someone hands me a shot and I down it.

This repeats itself countless times as I am going around the dance floor accepting congratulatory cheers and drinks.

I down another shot again and I am feeling really high. I can hold my liquor well but the Tequila shots, Vodka and god knows what, is making me almost drunk.

“Dear, I think you need to slow it.” Claire has been very nice, clinging onto my arm like the most obedient wife and accompanying me around for the congratulatory drinks. She has helped me to take some of the drinks but being the man, I have accepted most of the challenge.

Our original group with Stuart, Michelle, Fred, James, Albert and gang has long since broken up to mingle and mix with the rest of the other colleagues.

1.15 am

The partying and dancing and booze have been going on for over two hours now.

The DJ has stopped the loud disco music and put on some slow music. The main disco lights have been turned off, to be replaced by the dimmer lights. The fierce partying is slowing down as the energy level is coming down.

Some of the couples take to the dance floor.

I and Claire finally have the chance to get out from the limelight to retreat to a corner.

“Dear, you ok? Think you better go to the loo to freshen yourself a bit. I will wait for you here.”

“Sounds like a good idea. You just wait here ok.”

The toilet is just about 20 steps away from our seat, but my wobbly legs take quite a bit of steadying to reach the destination.

The cold water splashing onto my face from the tap feels especially refreshing, a welcoming change from the disco music, spinning lights and heavy alcoholic drinks. It also serves to inform me that I am officially drunk, as my head is spinning quite a fair bit and I am losing a bit of my hands and legs.

When I open the toilet door, trying to get back to where Claire is sitting, that sudden flash of the lights and music make my head spins and my legs just weakens under me. I take a few side steps and wobble onto the floor, just behind an unused bar counter.

Woo, the alcohol is getting to me. So I just sit there to have a rest and recollect myself. Luckily I am in a way shielded from the view of the rest, in the shadow behind the counter. It would not be good for my image for anyone to see me drunk and slumped onto the floor like this.

I am still conscious. Just need a bit of time to overcome that sudden drunken stupor. You know, how alcohol will usually attack your brains only when things start to slow down.

There are two men leaning onto the counter from the outside.

F: “Eh look there. She is alone now.”

J: “Who? Oh. So?”

F: “Bro, tell me honestly. You never thought of fucking her, not even once?”

J: “Well…..”

F: “Ha ha, you have, right?”

J: “No, I wouldn’t, I mean, I couldn’t do that to a friend, to my own boss some more. But ya, what guy could see her without wanting to…….”

F: “To fuck that little shaved pussy?”

J: “Yea, but no. Yes. Aiya what am I talking about? You are full of crap. What shaved pussy?”

F: “She is shaved, I am sure.”

J: “How do you know?”

F: “Come on, didn’t you see the shape of her panties just now? Just look at how the panties are shaped at her pussy area and you can tell she is shaved.”

J: “Don’t talk cock. How can you see that clearly just now?”

F: “Haha I am an expert lah. I will prove to you if you don’t believe.”

J: “How can you prove it?”

F: “I am going to fuck her.”

J: “Haha, you won’t get anywhere.”

F: “Ok want a bet?”

J: “Don’t be crap.”

F: “I am confident of getting into her panties. I have been observing her. She seems to be a nice girl, but look at the way she is flashing her panties at us just now. I bet she did that on purpose.”

J: “No lah, she didn’t know it.”

F: “Aiya don’t act like a saint in front of me lah. You want to have a taste of that pussy or not?”

J: “Don’t do anything funny. She is my boss’s wife. I won’t do that to a friend.”

F: “It’s your boss, not mine. And what the fuck about you not doing that to a friend? How come you never think of that when you send the invitation to my wife?”

J: “Aiya bro, you know I don’t mean that.”

F: “Ya lah. I don’t care so much. She is also a married woman. I am going to try the invitation on her too.”

I am totally confused by the conversation.

If I am not dreaming in my drunken state, if I can still recognise the two voices.

J is James, my subordinate, my AVP.

F is Fred, Michelle’s husband.

The Invitation (Part 39)

By Hardaway1818

Time: Friday night
Venue: Disco W

That very quick uncrossing and crossing back of her legs.

In that 1 split second, I catch a glimpse of white. That unmistakable flash of white against the black dress.

That causes my cock to spring to attention instantaneously.

My attention is suddenly drawn towards that tiny triangular area between Michelle’s legs. Her dress is so short that it barely covers her modesty. I have gotten so attracted by that split-second flash of her white panty that is so damn arousing. You know that kind of cheap thrill that men like, when they are doing something prohibitively, nothing utterly criminal but still wrong.

I am literally staring at that space between her legs, forgetting about the company around me. Michelle seems to sense that I am looking at her, dropping my eyes between her legs. She squeezes her thighs together even more tightly. That snaps me out of my dream-state. I look up at her, obviously fearful of being caught. She just averts her eyes and pretends to continue chatting.

I know I have been found out. The embarrassment brings a gush of blood to my face and I feel my face boiling hot. Luckily the redness is camouflaged by the alcohol and the dim lightings at the place.

I start to look elsewhere and pay more attention to the conversation that is carrying on. But I notice something else.

Their eyes look weird. Fred and James.

Even when they are talking and laughing, their eyes keep flitting and darting to a particular direction on and off.

Their line of sight is towards the couch area of the person to my left.

I glance towards Claire. Her legs are placed knee-to-knee with her feet resting on the floor. The problem is that we are sitting on a very soft cushion and her very short skirt is raised to a point where I can only imagine what the view is for everyone else sitting opposite us. I immediately know who have a good view simply by how their eyes open wider and how quickly they try not to stare. It is obvious that Fred and James are having a very good view of what is between my wife’s legs.

After a while, I realise that the best view for them is whenever they reach to pick up their drinks on the low round table in the centre. This is evident to me since the two of them continuously take small sips of their drinks, allowing them to lower their heads much more often than necessary, and when they reach forward to pick up their glasses, their eyes are always looking towards Claire’s knees.

I know Claire is oblivious to them as she is behaving so naturally, totally unguarded. As she is a school teacher, she seldom wears such revealing dress, thus the inexperience in protecting herself against such.

I try to move myself closer to Claire, to shield her away from the wolf glances but it seems to make things worse. Claire thought that it’s too squeezy for me and she shifts her weight backwards to make more room for me. That causes her weight to lean backwards into the soft cushion and her knees to be even higher. I know that gives Fred and James an even better unobstructed view as their eyes literally lit up and their mouths slightly open. I can even see Fred biting his lips quickly.

They are both openly staring at the space between Claire’s legs now. Their eyes have a glazed look and their mouths hang open slightly. I thought I can see sizable erections stretching in their pants now.

The view between my wife’s legs must be real enticing.

The Invitation (Part 37)

By Hardaway1818

Time: Friday night
Venue: My car

10.30 pm.

The gala ceremony has ended.

Me and Claire are in my car. We are making our way to Disco W to celebrate our awards with my colleagues.

Throughout the journey, my mind keeps thinking about what Carol has told me. Thousand and one scenarios keep flipping through my mind. Zac and Claire. I just can’t believe anything could have happened between them….. but nothing can be certain in this world. But I trust my wife.

My car turns into the multi-storey carpark of Disco W.

“Dear, there are empty lots at level 3. Why are you continuing going up?”

I purposely drive past the empty lots and continue up the spiral and only stops at the top level of the carpark where I know no cars will come up, yet.

“Dear, I need to talk to you.”

“What’s the matter?” Claire is looking at me in a concerned manner.

“Dear I need you to be 100% truthful with me.” I speak in a low and measured tone.

Claire is looking more and more concerned.

“I need you to tell me what exactly happened between Zac and you.”

Claire’s concerned expression is instantly replaced by a look of worry and hesitation.

“Nothing has ….. happened….Everythi…..”

“Please don’t lie to me please. You are making me very worried.”

Claire pauses and draws into a deep thought. With a deep breath of air, she continues.

“Ok dear. I will tell you. But please do not be angry and please keep this a secret. I don’t want this to affect my relationship with Carol.”

“Errr ok. Whatever you have just said doesn’t make me any less worried. But please continue.”

“Dear don’t be mistaken. I am 100% faithful to you. You know, me, Carol and Zac went to Bangkok together. It was all fun and Zac has been a real good brother-in-law, always looking out for us and taking care of every little things.

You know Zac. He is always that soft-spoken, that mild-mannered, sometimes I even find him a little hen-pecked, knowing how domineering my sis can be. Carol is always the one making all the decisions at the trip and Zac will just follow her instructions. For our hotel rooms, we have two rooms, with Carol sharing a room with me and Zac staying on his own. Carol is really a nice sister as she wants to spend more time with me, thus this arrangement.

I don’t even have much chance to talk to Zac as you know he is a man of few words and possibly due to our 12-years age gap, I have nothing much to speak to him as well. However as the days pass, I start to sense he is looking at me in a very weird way, but I can’t really describe it.

Then came the last day of the trip. We were supposed to visit an ancient Buddhist temple together but Zac woke up having a bad headache. So me and Carol decided to go ahead with the temple visit ourselves and left Zac alone in his hotel room to rest.

So we went to have our breakfast at the hotel restaurant before booking the day trip at the hotel concierge. While waiting for the tour bus, I suddenly recalled I forgot to bring my umbrella and seeing that we still have about 10 minutes to departure time, I went up back to my room to get my umbrella while Carol waited at the lobby in case the tour bus comes to pick us.

When I almost reached my hotel room, I saw a “Do not disturb” tag on the door knob, which was weird as I did not remember putting that tag. I walked nearer to the door and before I tapped my door card, I noticed that the door was slightly ajar.

I peeked through the door opening and I saw a silhouette standing by my bed. The person was rampaging through the bag I used to keep my dirty laundry. I adjusted my angle to see who that person was. The sight shocked me. It was Zac.

I was totally shocked and I was unsure of what to do. So I just stood there dumbly and watched the events unfold itself in front of me.

Now Zac had the crotch of my panties at his nose. They were a bright pink pair of silk panties. He seemed to be in ecstasy sniffing at my panties. He flipped the panties inside out and breathed deeply, inhaling the smell that lingered in the fabric of my crotch. I could see his cock was bulging against his shorts at this point.

Zac went back to the bag and took out another pair of white cotton panties that had a light smear in the crotch. I remembered that particular pair of panties. I was getting a bit frisky that night while sleeping and I rubbed myself a bit through the panties, hence leaving some of my juices in the panties. He seemed to have found a treasure as his eyes lit up. He held the panties up to his mouth and licked it tentatively. Whatever the taste was, Zac seemed to like it as he started to lick and smell the panties aggressively and he let out an uncontrollable murmur of “So this is how you smell and taste like, Claire”

I was taken aback by what I heard, but I just stood there stone-casted. Zac then pulled down his shorts and lay down on the bed, totally stark naked from his waist down. He was holding onto my pink panties in one hand and my white panties in the other. Suddenly he sat up again, as if he suddenly thought of something. I thought he had discovered me peeking at him. But no, he went down to the bag again and took out a pair of my black bra.

Zac buried his whole face into one of the cup of the bra and sniffed at it hard. It seemed to send another wave of energy shock through his body as I could see him shudder a bit. He lay down again, covering his eyes with my bra, holding my pink panties to his nose, and wrapping my white panties around his fully erect cock. He started stroking himself using my panties, with his mouth constantly whispering my name.

Zac was tugging furiously at his penis and his groans and grunts were getting more and more aroused.

Lewd phrases were coming out from his mouth…… Claire, fuck me. Claire, I want to lick your sweet pussy. Claire, I am tasting your pussy juice. You taste so sweet. My cock is going to fill your hole fully. My cock is going to satisfy your hot and empty hole. Claire, take my cock in that little mouth of yours. Suck it. I am going to fuck you hard and wet. Claire, scream for me…..all sorts of lustful and lewd description of the things he wanted to do to me.

He seemed to be reaching the point of ejaculation as his breathing became more rapid and his face was redder and redder and at this moment, he shot out jism and jism of hot cum into my panties, with him saying, “I am cumming into you Claire. I am cumming into your hot pussy.”

Just as I was totally engrossed in the scene in front of me, I could sense someone walking close towards me and I turned to look who it was.

“Is everything alright? Do you need housekeeping?” The housekeeping auntie asked me in a concerned voice.

“Nope. Thanks.”

That was all I could mutter and the housekeeping auntie continued on her rounds. However that little commotion had exposed myself to Zac inside the room. The next moment, Zac opened the door. At that instance, I could see the shock in his eyes as he realised that he had not closed the door properly and his act had been uncovered by me. He dared not look at me with his eyes and muttered that he was trying to look for some medication from Carol’s bag and he was going to sleep at his room and walked off.

My stuff had been put back into the bag, but the pair of white panties was missing. Zac must have taken it as it was still wet with his cum.”

The Invitation (Part 36)

By Hardaway1818

Time: Friday night
Venue: Handicap toilet

With the sexual urges gone from the climax, Carol and I have regained our senses and are tidying up our respective clothing in total silence. Once we are done, we give each other a little nod of our head and slowly open the toilet door, peering out from the little crevice to make sure no one is around. Only when the coast is confirmed clear do we open the door fully and walk out.

Carol is walking two steps in front of me. We have not uttered a single word since I released my shot into her, with her reaching her orgasm at the same time. Looking at her sexy bosom now makes me wonder if it was just a dream – did I really push my cock into that sexy ass of my sister-in-law? It just seems so surreal. That butt looks so inviting again. How great it would be if I can fuck that ass again.

Carol suddenly stops in her track, breaking me out from my lustful thoughts.

“No one is to know what had happened. And let’s forget about whatever has happened.”

My mind is still in a dazzled state and the only response I can muster is a silly smile with a shrug of my shoulders.

“Let’s go look for Zac and Claire.”

The mention of Zac and Claire. Yes, why was Carol trying to spy on them just now?

“Carol, why are you checking out Zac and Claire just now?”

My question stops Carol in her track and she pauses there.

“Err…..well……I also don’t know how to put it……”

“What do you mean?”

“Actually I have no idea what exactly has happened. You know, we went to Bangkok together. We are having quite a bit of fun together touring around. But something happened on the last day of the trip and Claire and Zac become very distant and awkward after that. The moment we reach home, Claire packs her stuff from my house and calls you to fetch her back. I find that very weird but no matter how I ask Claire or Zac, both of them just said nothing.”

“You….you…suspect ….something is going on between the two …of them…..like ….something…..illicit?”

“No no no. I have faith in Claire and I trust my husband. But something has happened which I just can’t put a finger to it.”

My curiosity is totally aroused now. I need to find Claire quickly to find out what exactly happened.

The Invitation (Part 35)

By Hardaway1818

We pause in our position for a few seconds which feels like eternity to me. I am very much expecting Carol to break off from our dance and push me away.

Seeing no movement from Carol, I thought I should be a good gentleman, a good brother-in-law to break this awkward situation. I almost want to let go of my hands on her waist but she murmurs softly, “Don’t be sorry. I just never expect to have that kind of effect on you.”

With that, Carol closes her eyes and starts moving to the music again. At first, my whole body is still stiff and clumsy, but slowly I begin to let go of myself and immerse myself in the music and surroundings.

The whole ballroom is now nicely darkened with a number of slow music numbers playing in the background. There are even smoky effects coming out from the dry ice spray around the dance floor. Not sure if it’s the dim lighting, or the alcohol, or just simply the effect of this sexy dancing with my sister-in-law, I am getting oblivious to the surroundings. I can no longer see Claire and Zac at the far corner as the dry ice and dim lightings is causing low visibility.

Our bodies start to sway with the music. I am enjoying more and more the feel of Carol’s soft and supple body against mine. It seems like every part of our bodies are made for each other and filling up every single space between us. My bodies are literally pressed into each other with no space in between.

My rock-hard dick is filling itself nicely into a v-shaped space between her legs and the friction of her soft body is causing it to be hard beyond imagination. We pull each other close, our bodies seemingly to join, our flesh all filling each other.

The gyration to the music is not helping matters and I am getting more and more aroused. I know Carol is feeling the same as her face is totally flushed now and her breathing is getting heavier and heavier. There are even a couple of instances when I thought I heard soft gasps of breath when my dick presses deeper into her body.

I let my hands down from her waists, moving further down into her hips, and pulling her even more tightly into me. When my dick pushes its max into her groin, she opens her eyes in surprise, takes in a sharp intake of air and lets out a soft moan uncontrollably. That moan is so sexy. I have never known Carol can let out such a sexy sound.

My fingers spread themselves nicely across her firm fleshy ass, kneading slowly against the soft, smooth fabric of her mini-dress. I try to move further south and that first touch of bare skin on her thigh sends electricity down my body. I am groping her ass in wild abandonment, and in the process, grinding my cock against her groin.

Under the camouflage of the dim lighting and our close bodies, I move my right hand to the front in one quick moment, go under the hem of her mini-dress and push upwards. When my hand touches her panties, her eyes grow wide and she looks into my eyes with great intensity. Her face moves towards mine and rest her head onto my shoulder, facing inwards to my ear.

I move my hand to rub against the panties to her tight opening. Carol is getting wet down there. I can feel the dampness of her panties at her pussy area. I slide my index and middle fingers into the fabric at her opening, trying to finger her. Carol is blowing her breath into my ears and giving out gasps of moans uncontrollably. My fingers start to slide in and out of her hot and wet pussy, albeit with the restrictions of the panties cloth; finger-fucking her in tandem to the music on the dance floor. I can feel her wetness flowing out of her vagina hole.

Carol is losing her balance and leans her weight onto me. She pushes her forehead into my chest as I finger-fuck her furiously. I am showing no mercy for her helplessness nor showing any care whether the people around us can see us. Suddenly, I feel her whole body shuddering and she explodes onto my fingers, drenching them with her juices. I slow down my finger thrusting action as her spasms slowly subsides.

Her two hands clutch at my arm to steady her and move her head to my ear.

“I…….. know…… we shouldn’t……. but….. I need you…… inside me……. let’s find…… a quiet corner.”

We manage to push ourselves out of the ballroom from the dance crowd. There are people everywhere. We are scrambling around like two headless chickens, oblivious to the people around, just focusing intently on finding a quiet corner.

I am holding onto Carol’s hand, pulling her along with me. My whole body is burning with desire; I know hers is burning with the same lust. We are both on fire. We need to extinguish this fire fast, and we know we don’t have much time left as our partners would be soon looking for us.

We go up the escalator two floors higher than the ballroom. There seem to be no one around this floor. The only ballroom on this level is closed. Great, finally we have some privacy, but we can’t be really fucking each other in public like this. I try to open the ballroom door but it’s locked.

We are getting a bit desperate until our eyes lock on a common target. Carol gives me a knowing look and we dash towards it.

We are in a hurry, we know we have to make this real quick, if it is to happen at all. We push open the door to the handicap toilet and quickly lock it behind us.

The moment the door is closed, we have no hesitation. Our lips meet roughly and lock onto each other with wild passion. We are sucking onto each other’s tongue and our hands are all over each other bodies.

Her supple body is crushed against my chest and my growing erection is rubbing against her groin. I have always known that Carol has a good figure but I never knew they are so good. This is the first time I lay my hands on such a big pair of boobs. My hands are grabbing her breasts through her dress and bra.

“We need to hurry” Carol says, while pulling her dress over her body to unveil her glorious figure. I immediately unhook her bra to expose her 38D twin peaks.

They are so beautiful. They are incredible. Those tremendous breasts. What a sight. I feel my cock getting bigger and bigger, almost to the extent of bursting. I am grabbing the two mounds and sucking roughly on her pointed nipples, rotating between the left and right. They taste so good. They feel so good on my tongue when it swirls around them and lick and suckle on them.

“Carol, your breasts are so beautiful. I need to fuck them.”

With that, I push Carol onto the floor and unzip my pants to let fly my suppressed cock. I place my cock in the valley between the two mounds and squeeze them together. The two mounds feel so good engulfing my cock among them. So soft yet so firm. So smooth yet so warm. I start to rock my hips back and forth, fucking Carol tits. I have never done this before. It feels so good. I am sure this is the first time that Carol is doing this as her face is one of surprise and bemusement.

Carol’s face look so sexy when my cock is sliding in and out of her breasts. Her mouth is open with heavy breathing as she is getting aroused by my action.

“You like this huh? You like the way my big cock is sliding between your breasts huh? Have you always been wanting this?”

Carol seems taken aback by my dirty talking and she is keeping quiet.

Strangely, the talk is aiming at her but it is actually turning me on further and I feel my lust rising. I pull my cock out from her breasts and move up so that it is at her sexy face. I hold it at the base while rubbing it all over her face.
“Carol, you want to put this in your mouth? Feel how big it is when I slide it across your lips. You want to suck it like your sister did. That’s what you have been thinking about isn’t it? Come on, tell me what you want!”

Carol is totally shocked by my dirty talking now, looking at me helplessly with her two wide eyes.

“Carol, I know you have always wanted this. You want to suck the cock of your sister’s husband right? You have the chance now, you only have to say it.”

“I….want….to suck…..your cock”

“Whose cock?”

“Wilson’s. My sister Claire’s hus…”

Before she can finish the sentence, I push my cock into her open mouth.

“Now open your mouth fully and start sucking like your sister. Your sister loves to suck on this cock.”

Carol devours on my cock hungrily. For the next 5 minutes she licks, kisses and sucks every centimetres of my cock and balls.

I know I cannot last too long with this stimulation. It is too arousing to first tits fuck your sexy sister-in-law followed by her sucking on your cock.

“Carol, I need to put this into you now.”

Carol lets go of my cock from her mouth, stands up, turns around, pulls down her panties and braces herself against the sink. This sight is godly. My sister-in-law’s sexy butt is staring at me blankly, inviting me to fuck her. I push my cock into her in one thrust and Carol lets go of a long, deliberate moan “Arrgghhhh it feels so goooood”

My cock feels so full in her tight pussy. I start pumping slowly in and out of her. When I hear her moan, I will move faster and harder, slamming into her with each thrust. Her pussy juice is gushing out all over my cock as her wet, hot cunt is milking my whole girth.

I am doing Carol in doggie style, with her supporting herself on the sink and seeing her aroused face through the mirror. She looks so sexy, so wanton, so different from the normal, cold Carol that I have always known. My hands move forward to grab her glorious breasts, and pump faster and faster.

My balls are slapping against her now as I slam into her and I am getting close. I can feel Carol close to cumming as well, as her moans are getting louder and her body is twitching with delight. She turns her head towards me and says, “I am cumming soon. Cum into me too. I want to feel you inside me”

“You want me to cum into you? Just like how I cum into your sister? You want the same cum to be inside you, the same as your sister?”

I am so close to cumming now. I feel her muscles contracting around me, I know she is cumming as her whole body is twitching with spasms now, and at this instance, I let go and shoot my load deep inside her, sending her into another orgasm together with me.