“They’d know now that you’re moving up and down, and I’m not going to last long if you keep this up,” I panted.
That made Sam redouble her efforts, and she started riding me as we both neared our climax. Our mingled groans were loud enough that if those hypothetical passers-by had chosen to capture a video on their phones, they would have got a full audio track to go with it. They would have been treated to an amazing movie of Sam as she threw back her head and climaxed all over my cock as it shot spurts of my cum deep into her body.
We’d had sex on a Wednesday! In the living room! Unheard of. What had brought on this sudden relaxation of Sam’s hang-ups? Was I brave enough to ask?
“Wow. Brilliant. I love you so much. You were totally amazing, Sam. Can I ask if there was some catalyst for your uninhibitedness today?”
“To be honest, I’ve been asking myself the same question. What came over me? I think the idea of moving to a place that’s so far removed from everything we grew up with and everything we know, has somehow given me the permission to shake off my old persona.
“I know that my character was developed during those formative years of my life when everything was so difficult. This Singapore opportunity feels like a chance to forget all about the miserable stuff and start out with a reinvented me. I thought perhaps the move here to Austin would have had that same effect, but it never happened. Somehow Singapore feels so out-there that I can literally feel a physical change coming over me. It’s really weird to deal with. As soon as Tony and Charlotte suggested the plan, I felt like a weight had been lifted from me. I just dreaded that you wouldn’t want to do it.”
“Me? Of course I want to do it.”
“Let me finish. You asked what had changed and I’m trying to explain. Jake, I have an admission to make. I knew those guys were watching me today. I had my eyes narrowly open, and I watched as they jerked their cocks because of me.”
I gulped. “You knew?” I dreaded what was coming next. Would she accuse me of exposing her to humiliation?
“Yes, I knew. And, strange as it seems, I liked it. Does that make me an exhibitionist? I never knew I was, but out there today was certainly exciting. I know I’ve got a good body, but…”
“A fantastic body, you mean,” I interrupted.
“Will you let me finish. The problem is that growing up was so tough that I never seemed to have the time to indulge in my femininity. I’ve never felt sexy, Jake.”
“But you know I find you sexy. I desire you beyond words.”
“Yes, but we love each other, we’re husband and wife. Those guys today just desired me without even knowing me. It was a completely different sensation knowing that they found me sexy and that my femininity was being appreciated on a completely different level. And I must admit that I liked it. I liked it a lot. Somehow the idea of moving to the other side of the world has been a wakeup call for my inner self.
“So, I’ve admitted that I enjoyed it but what exactly did you get out of it. Wasn’t it weird showing off your wife like that? It was like you were sharing me.”
“Kind of weird, yeah. But the thought of those good-looking young guys admiring your sexiness when I knew that I would be the one taking you home was a real turn-on. I was the one touching you, not them. And, seeing you so uncharacteristically uninhibited was amazing.”
I couldn’t own up to the fact that I had imagined sharing my gorgeous wife ever since we first met. Something about the idea had always been at the heart of my most erotic fantasies.
“So are you telling me that the whole while I was afraid you’d open your eyes and freak out, you were actually peeking and loving it. And I was so worried…that their cum would spray onto your feet or legs and you would throw a fit.”
“You won’t believe this, but I was thinking about their cum splashing on me too, and a small part of me was actually hoping that it would.”
WTF?
Chapter 2 - The Game
We had obviously said yes to the phenomenally exciting offer. Tony’s further research into my capabilities had confirmed his belief that I would be a good fit in the company’s executive ranks at EVP level as Director of Risk Management for Smithson-McDougall’s FinTech division.
Jake and I had handed in our notice at work, and we were going to use our accrued vacation time to visit Singapore for a two-week familiarization trip and to find a rental property that was to be paid for by our new employer. We would then return to Austin to pack up our stuff and organize the move.
Tony and Charlotte had promised to give us a hand with our house hunting efforts, to introduce us to our respective teams of colleagues and to help us to generally get the lay of the land in the country that was to be our new home.
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At Charlotte’s suggestion, we were taking the eastbound route around the world, so we could experience the sheer luxury of her favorite airline. The company had booked us into the first-class suites of Emirates Airlines, connecting through Dubai. She told us to prepare to be amazed.
“And try the bathrooms during the night when the attendants have gone to rest,” she winked.
Amazed we were. Starting with the luxurious lounge at Houston airport, the whole experience was more than we could have ever imagined.
A flight attendant collected us personally from the lounge and escorted us to an escalator to the top deck of the gigantic Airbus A380. At the door of the aircraft, we were greeted by name by the purser, who introduced himself as Edward and proceeded to give us a guided tour.
“Let me show you to your suites so you can drop off your hand luggage, then I’ll give you a brief tour of the amenities.”
He showed us to adjoining suites in the middle of the cabin and demonstrated how the wall between them could be retracted at the touch of a button to create a double suite. The suites were surrounded by walls and electrically operated doors. There were vanities with a full supply of high-end cosmetics for us to keep; full personal bars stocked with a variety of beverages; baskets of snacks; vases of fresh orchids. Each suite even had its own closet. It was stunning.
“Let me take you to see the shower rooms and the bar,” encouraged Edward.
He took us towards the rear of the plane, through a business-class section and we came to a full bar with comfy seating and the bar itself which was surrounded by bar stools. The uniformed bartender immediately offered us glasses of Veuve Clicquot champagne.
We accepted!
“And now, the feature that we are most proud of. We are the only airline to offer full bathrooms with showers. Come, I’ll show you.”
He took us back to the very front of the first-class section, and a pair of bathroom attendants were standing in front of the two bathrooms that flanked a wide sweeping staircase that went down to the economy cabins. A red velvet rope was strung across the bottom of the stairs to delineate where the passengers from the lower deck could go. Jake smiled at me with a nervous look to acknowledge exactly what I was thinking… before that day, we would have been on the other side of the rope.
The attendants smiled shyly at us, as their boss opened the door to one of the two rooms. It was amazing. Beautifully fitted bathrooms with every amenity you could imagine including a glass-doored shower. As he was showing us all the features, there were three of us in the room, and it still felt spacious.
I remembered Charlotte's exhortation to try the bathrooms during the night, and I could immediately see what she meant. For the first time ever, I could envisage this as somewhere that joining the mile-high-club could be a pleasure rather than just a bit gross like in every other airline toilet.
Our perception of airline travel before that day was a purely utilitarian means of getting from Point A to Point B. This was so far removed from that experience it was difficult to comprehend.
Edward showed us back to our suites and retracted the separating wall panel before bringing us fresh glasses of champagne. He gave us each a pair of pajamas and suggested that we close our doors
, get changed, and settle in ready for takeoff.
Once that giant metal tube was in the air, we were plied with the most fabulous array of food and drink. All the experts in travel magazines advise against heavy meals and too much alcohol, but this was the experience of a lifetime for us and, by God, we were going to make the most of it. By the time the announcement was made that the cabin lights were to be dimmed for the night, both Jake and I were more than a little tipsy.
Two flight attendants knocked on our doors and asked us to step into the aisle while they made up our beds. With practiced ease, they converted our suites into bedrooms with mattress pads, thick pillows, and duvets, and then they ushered us back into our cocoons to enjoy a good night’s sleep.
Other than the dull engine noise in the background, the darkened luxury of the first-class cabin was silent. I watched as Jake pressed the button to open the doors of his suite and poked his head out to look around.
“Come with me,” he whispered.
“Where?”
“Sshh.” He put his finger to my lips, swung his legs out of bed, and headed down the aisle towards the bathrooms. I followed. Charlotte was right… the two attendants were nowhere to be seen. Taking my hand, Jake opened the door to the bathroom and pulled me inside. Luckily my consumption of champagne, wine, and port was having a loosening effect on my normal inhibitions.
The second the door was locked behind us; we were on each other. Our lips were locked as tight as the door, and we were fumbling madly at each other’s clothes. The loose-fitting airline PJs were easy to push aside.
Jake seemed more powerful and aggressive than usual as he pushed my pajama top up to gain access to my breasts. He squeezed my nipples just that bit harder than normal, and when he leaned down to take one in his mouth, his quick bite of my hardened bud made me let out an involuntary squeal of delight.
I pushed down his PJ bottoms, and his rigid hard-on sprung out at me enticingly. His hand was between my legs exploring my wetness, so I pushed my own PJs and panties down in one swift move just as two of his fingers disappeared smoothly inside me. I couldn’t help remembering his fingers working their magic in front of the two young strangers, and that memory caused my pussy to clench around him.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he gasped urgently.
“Me neither.”
With that, my husband spun me around and bent me forward over the sink as he pushed his hard cock easily into my wet, eager pussy. This wasn’t a time for making love. We were fucking like animals, and the excitement was multiplied as we watched ourselves from all angles in the mirrored walls that surrounded us. As our eyes met in the mirror, a look of pure lust crossed Jake’s face, and he pounded hard into me. I let out a guttural groan of pleasure.
Thank God the attendants weren’t outside… or were they?
We fucked hard for only a couple of minutes before I could feel my orgasm starting to build. By the sounds of Jake’s breathing, I could tell that he was close too. As I went over the edge, I reached back and clenched Jake’s ass, pulling him as deep into me as possible. I was rewarded by the rhythmic pulsing of his cock as he shot stream after stream of hot cum deep inside me.
‘Wow. Welcome to the Mile-High-Club. I have to admit that I never thought we would ever be members.” Jake sounded shocked and elated all at the same time.
“We need to raise a glass when we get back to our suites… to Smithson-McDougall for giving us THIS opportunity.”
We retreated into our darkened cocoons and slept like babies.
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We had a couple of hours layover in Dubai where we experienced perhaps the finest first-class lounge we’d ever seen. Multiple restaurants, a full-service beauty salon, and every amenity you could wish for.
When it came time to board our second A380 for the onward trip to Singapore, we were both a little overwhelmed by the sheer luxurious indulgence of the journey.
We arrived in Singapore in the middle of the afternoon, and part of the Emirates service for first-class passengers was to arrange a limo from the airport to our final destination. In this case, that was a five-star hotel in the Marina Bay section of the city.
As we climbed in the limo, the driver handed us an envelope. It was a handwritten note from Tony and Charlotte.
Welcome to Singapore. We hope you will love it as much as we do. You are bound to be tired, and the jet lag will be tough, so take it easy for the rest of the day and maybe do a bit of sightseeing tomorrow. Gardens by the Bay are worth a visit. We will pick you up at 7:30 tomorrow evening for dinner. It will be your official welcome to our spectacular island nation.
T & C
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They were absolutely right. We were exhausted. We’d always heard people talk about jet lag, but I don’t think we’d realized how debilitating it could be. I suppose, when your body has to suddenly cope with the direct switch of night for day, it’s hardly a wonder that our heads were almost fizzing with tiredness.
The suite that Smithson-McDougall had booked for us was massive. A large bedroom with a sectional sofa positioned in front of floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the most spectacular view. We didn’t know all the landmarks at that point, but we could see that the 180-degree view swept from the Central Business District to our right, across the main harbor and off to the iconic Marina Bay Sands hotel.
A large living room/dining room had the same huge windows that looked out to the Singapore Flyer, and an enormous bathroom contained the largest tub we’d ever seen.
That tub became our refuge for the rest of the afternoon as we soaked in its scented waters together for almost an hour.
“I’m turning into a prune. What do you say we get out, put on those thick toweling robes, order room service, then hit the sack early?” I proposed the plan of action, knowing full well that Jake would agree in a heartbeat. I’d seen the way his eyes were drooping as we’d sat in the tub.
“Sure thing, my beautiful. Only let’s make sure we order finger foods that we can eat in bed.”
Ever since we’d first started dating Jake’s term of endearment for me has always been “my beautiful.” It has always seemed like an old-fashioned and rather courtly term of endearment. It makes me feel good and comfortable and appreciated and loved. I love him for it.
We ordered a mountain of small plate items from room service.
“Do you want wine?” Jake asked.
“I don’t think I could face another drop of alcohol if you paid me.”
“Me neither but I thought I should ask as it’s our first night in our new country.”
Within a half hour, there was a knock at the door. A crisply uniformed young waiter stood there with a trolley covered in plates and, in clear view at the end of the trolley was an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne.
“Mr. and Mrs. Fielding, may I come in? I have your food order here, and please accept this bottle of champagne with the compliments of our General Manager.”
Jake and I rolled our eyes at each other at the thought of yet more champagne, but we obviously thanked the waiter profusely and tipped him very generously.
“Okay, my beautiful, you climb into bed while I open the drapes, so we can feast on this amazing array of food while we gaze out at the spectacular view of Singapore by night.”
He pushed a button by the side of the bed, and the drapes swooshed quietly open, revealing the breathtaking view.
Even though each item was small, it was a feast fit for a king. We’d put the champagne into the refrigerator, having decided that sparkling water was all we could face. As we picked at all the wonderful dishes, I couldn’t help but ask.
“Was joining the Mile-High-Club all that you expected?”
“And MORE. It was phenomenal. I really like this new you.”
“New me?”
“Sex on a plane; and exhibitionism at Hippy Hollow. You are almost everything a man could ask for.”
“ALMOST. What the heck else would you ask of me?�
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What else would I ask of her? I must have looked like a simpleton to my wife as I sat there at a complete loss for words. I couldn’t tell Sam about the depths of depravity that I conjured up in my fantasies. Hippy Hollow had been fun as we performed for those two young guys but what if she would ever agree to turn the tables and perform for me as the audience. My mind immediately conjured up a picture of Sam being ravaged by those same two guys as I watched her and jerked off.
“So, come on, what else?”
I had no intention of owning up to my perverted fantasies.
“I don’t know Sam. Let me push the food trolley out into the hallway then let’s get to sleep. It’s hard to even think.”
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We were asleep before nine, and we both slept for a solid ten hours. When we did finally rouse ourselves, we couldn’t face navigating the hotel restaurant so ended up ordering another round of room service for breakfast.
“All I really need is coffee, and loads of it,” I groaned.
We decided to share a simple cheese omelet and some almond croissants.
Jake sat there reading the Straits Times. He’s a bit of a contradiction sometimes. Despite being a tech guru, he is comforted by certain old-school rituals. Reading a newspaper at breakfast is one of them.
I decided to read through the list of neighborhoods that Tony and Charlotte had emailed to us as potential areas for house-hunting.
From the descriptions she’d compiled, it seemed like Charlotte had focused only on upscale areas that were favored by the expat community. I read about Holland Village and Orchard; Tanglin and Bukit Timah. They all had appeal, but at the end of the list, it appeared that Charlotte was trying to guide us into a couple of specific properties. Before they were married, she and Tony each had a penthouse in different areas of the city, and both were now sitting empty. They were so expensive that they wouldn’t normally have been offered for employee housing. However, because Jake and I were both to be highly paid executives, and both of us would separately be entitled to a housing allowance, it would put us into that lofty sphere. She was suggesting that we take a look at them.
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