Samantha in Singapore

by Alex Jamieson

  The session was scheduled.

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  As Samson drove us to the studio on that fateful morning, I found myself mentally contemplating Sam’s ground rules.

  Only me in the control room – RULE BROKEN. She had agreed to Philippe being there and, at his request, had reluctantly agreed to let J observe too.

  Confidentiality agreements – RULE BROKEN. No one had signed anything as far as I was aware.

  About the only rule that Sam had continued to insist on was that Charlie shouldn’t be there. She seemed concerned that Charlie could try to encourage her, ever deeper, into more depraved behavior. She didn’t trust herself when Charlie was around.

  As the car sped smoothly through the traffic, I had to wonder about the No Penetration/ Soft-Core-Only rule. Would she have the strength of will to uphold that one, or would the passion of the moment see her relinquishing all her resolve? I’d watched as she’d succumbed to her desires at the resort, and I was doubtful about her level of determination.

  Compared to me, Sam looked relatively calm. She even had a slight smile on her face. For my part, my heart was in my throat as I held my wife’s hand and considered whether I would ever again be enough for her.

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  We were there an hour before the scheduled shoot, but when we arrived, we found J and Phillipe were already ensconced. J had completed all the necessary software set up and welcomed me with his now usual greeting of “Morning Jake.” The whole “boss” fad seemed to be a thing of the past.

  As he turned to Sam, it was plain to see the hurt in his eyes. She hadn’t chosen him for the shoot, and his ego was wounded. It was clear to see in his face that the infatuation that Sam had felt was reciprocated.

  “Hi, Sam.”

  “Hello J. It’s nice to see you.”

  I could tell that she knew how much she was hurting the poor guy. I almost felt sorry for him until I remembered that he had sent my wife suggestive texts and would probably have stolen her from me, given half a chance. I must have been crazy to sympathize with a young man who had victoriously shot streams of cum over my wife’s beautiful face while planning to win her love.

  About fifteen minutes before the scheduled shoot, the three of them arrived.

  From the moment they stepped out of the elevator, it was weirdly as if their behaviors and mannerisms had been custom scripted to fit with the Myth of Mylitta theme. As soon as they saw Sam, they clustered around her, hugging her affectionately. They treated her like a goddess. They worshipped her. Central casting couldn’t have provided a better match. It was as if they couldn’t believe their luck at being asked to perform in an adult VR shoot along with my gorgeous wife. As they lavished attention on her, my wife looked over to me and smiled and mouthed Thank You.

  All three of the young, black guys, who would shortly be naked with my wife, were wearing jeans and skin-hugging T-shirts. I spotted J looking them over with a critical eye. It would be next to impossible for him to find anything wrong. All three were model-handsome; their athletic bodies and sculpted muscles were plain to see; they were all around six three or six four; their smooth, black skin was glowing, and they radiated vigor.

  J looked unhappier than I’d ever seen him.

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  As I took Sam’s hand and led the way into the performance room, I was struck, once again, by the similarity with the ancient Babylonian Myth of Mylitta. Just like those husbands of old, I was leading my wife to the sacrificial bed. Sacrifice comes from the word sacred. It means giving up something that we value so highly that we consider it sacred. And that’s exactly how I thought of my amazing wife.

  Standing in that room with Sam and three such magnificent examples of the male form was intimidating. I couldn’t escape the feelings of inadequacy that were gnawing at my gut. Why had I ever encouraged Sam down this dreadful path that could inescapably lead to the destruction of our marriage?

  I realized that all four of them were looking to me for guidance about how the scene was to play out. And I gave them my usual instructions. There would be no direction, and all audio from the control room into the performance space would be cut. The objective was for the four of them to be as natural as possible and to do what instinctively felt right. There would be no cuts; just continuous action that would be edited later.

  They all nodded along as I explained the guidelines.

  “And guys… I have one final thing to say to you all. I am trusting you with my wife here. I love her more than anything in the world and want everything for her that she desires. Once the red light comes on, I need you to take care of her and respect any requests she might make.”

  Sam gazed into my eyes with a look of love and gratitude. Her eyes welled up just a little.

  It was young Simon who stepped forward to shake my hand.

  “Jake. We can’t tell you how much we value your trust in us. We owe you an enormous debt of gratitude for allowing us to be with your gorgeous wife. I promise you that we will take care of her. We think she is precious.”

  All three of them looked genuinely grateful to me, and I gave them a smile that I hoped was encouraging but might have looked false.

  Sam came to me and, with a questioning look on her face, she whispered.

  “Are you sure you want this?”

  “I do. For you.”

  “No, Jake. For us. I love you.”

  She turned away, but I’d spotted the tears starting to form. Were they tears of joy for what was about to happen or tears of sadness that she could see the looming destruction of our marriage?

  “Now, let’s get this show on the road.” She said with a sudden show of bravado.

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  I left the performance area and headed up to the control room where the atmosphere was palpably tense. J was not a happy man, and I found his attitude to be quite ironic. Couldn’t he countenance the fact that she was my wife? If anyone had a right to be upset, then surely it was me.

  I took my seat at the main console.

  “Final communication from up here everyone. Cameras are rolling.”

  The red light came on.

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  It was Simon who made the first move. He put his arms around my wife and placed his lips over hers lovingly. I watched in turmoil as she melted into him. Reaching down, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to the massive bed where the handsome twins, William and Julian, were waiting.

  As Sam lay there passively, they surrounded her and, as if it had been preplanned, they started to undo the buttons that ran the whole way down the front of her dress. The audio feed picked up the sounds of the three guys all quietly whispering words of admiration and appreciation as their deft fingers worked to undress my beautiful wife.

  As the last button was undone, the twins, each took one side of her dress and unveiled Sam’s gorgeous body. She was wearing only the flimsiest white lace panties that gave her an almost virginal look. The murmurs of admiration got louder as William and Julian peeled the dress from her shoulders and left it laying underneath her.

  “Would you allow us to be naked with you, Samantha?” It was Simon who’d asked.

  Sam’s eager nodding made me smile. She wanted this. I wanted this. Didn’t I?

  The guys made short work of getting out of their clothes, and all came to kneel on the bed surrounding Sam. I’d spotted Simon removing something from the pocket of his jeans. What was he planning?

  Sam was watching their every move with almost tangible anticipation as Simon produced his surprise. It was a tiny little bottle. He opened it.

  “A rare and exotic aromatic oil from the jungles of Laos. Our gift to you, our goddess.”

  He nodded to the twins, and they each took one side of my wife’s panties and eased them down her legs, exposing the entirety of her nakedness for their admiration.

  Simon was kneeling behind Sam’s head when he reached over and shook the little bottle between Sam’s breasts. He handed the bottle to William o
r Julian - I can’t tell them apart. The twins were still kneeling at her sides. The bottle was shaken again, just above her newly bare pubic bone. Only a few drops of the exotic oil in each spot. And then the three of them went to work on my soulmate. They stroked her with their fingertips; Simon spreading the oil over her breasts and the twins ten fingers teasing tantalizingly close to her pussy. They were worshipping her as they anointed her with scented oils and a look of total bliss came over her. All three of them were sporting fierce erections that demonstrated a visceral longing to be inside my Samantha.

  Simon again took on the role of leader as he leaned down and kissed my wife in that upside-down Spiderman way. I saw the play of their tongues as they kissed deeply and passionately until Simon pulled away. He started kissing down her body, caressing her nipples with his tongue and sucking them gently into his mouth. Sam’s sigh of pleasure came through the microphones with devastating clarity.

  I heard J’s grunt of annoyance behind me.

  Further down moved Simon until he had almost achieved the sixty-nine position. His head was at my wife’s pussy, and his hard cock was aimed directly down at her face. His kisses were arousing her to such an extent that she opened her legs almost reflexively and, as we watched from the control room, he dipped his mouth to her most private treasure. Taking her petals between his lips, he pulled at them gently, causing another, louder sigh to escape from Sam. He licked the hard bud of her clit and ran his tongue between her lips before plunging it as deep inside her as it would go. The cameras were picking up the slick shine of Sam’s wetness, and the microphones captured the erotic slurping sounds of the tongue-fucking she was receiving.

  Sam’s passivity ended abruptly as she reached up, took Simon’s huge, black cock in her hand, and pulled him down to her mouth. It was my turn to gasp as we watched the incredible young man shift his hips and slide that amazing cock deep into Sam’s throat in one smooth motion. I could clearly see the bulge in her neck as the outline of his glans pushed increasingly deeper.

  They were now lost in orally pleasuring each other. His tongue was driving Samantha ever closer to an orgasm as she received a throat fucking that was forcing streams of saliva from the corners of her mouth. My stomach churned as I watched my wife pull away from her lovers’ cock and go screamingly over the edge of a powerful orgasm.

  Simon crawled off her looking pleased with himself.

  The brief pause in the action allowed me to reflect on the big question. What had happened to Rule Number One? The deep throat fucking that had helped bring my wife to orgasm had certainly not qualified as soft-core. It had to be assumed that everything was on the table.

  Behind me, J was getting more and more agitated. It was Phillipe who decided to act.

  “Why don’t you go get some air J. Believe me it will be better if you don’t see what’s coming next.”

  Without any objection, J left the room, and I distinctly heard the elevator doors.

  Phillippe turned to me and told me not to be concerned.

  “I will sort him out. Maybe take him back to Paris for a couple of weeks’ vacation.”

  We heard voices on the audio and looked back through the viewing window. The scene had changed. One of the twins… and I think it was William, was sitting on the big comfy sofa at the side of the bed. The other twin, Julian, I think, was holding Samantha’s hand and pulling her up from the bed. When he had her standing, he maneuvered her, so they both stood in front of his brother, then he took her in his arms and started to kiss her passionately. As they sucked each other’s tongues into their mouths, William reached forward and started stroking Sam’s ass. Softly at first but then squeezing her cheeks until she was writhing her ass back at him and parting her legs. As his brother still occupied my wife’s mouth with his tongue, I saw William reach between Sam’s legs and run his fingers through her wetness. She groaned into Julian’s mouth then broke away from him as a strong black finger disappeared inside her.

  Julian took Sam by the shoulders and gently pushed her down until her ass was in William’s face. Julian’s cock was positioned in front of her face, and she never hesitated. She swallowed him into her mouth. William was licking my wife from front to back with wet slurping sounds and eliciting squeals of pleasure from her as his tongue found the tight pucker of her asshole.

  The effect from up in the control room was stunning and disturbing. I watched as my wife was licked and finger-fucked from behind while deepthroating the huge black cock in front of her. The combination of the twin's efforts brought another climactic wave, and Sam screamed as she went over the top for the second time.

  This time there was to be no pause in the action. Julian led Sam to the end of the sofa and turned her to face his seated brother. He then gently pushed her forward until she was bent over the arm with her face in Williams lap. Without hesitation, she took his big, black cock into her mouth. It was almost amusing to hear her delighted hum, through that mouthful of cock, as Julian eased his thick, black shaft into her wet pussy from behind.

  Sam was thrusting back at the cock in her pussy while slurping down another in her mouth, and she had a look of complete abandon on her face. It was as if she had achieved a new plane of consciousness through being so full of hard, male, virility. Julian was pumping into her hard from behind, and I could see she was losing focus on the cock in her mouth as a third orgasm approached. She raised her head and arched her back to get Julian as deep inside her as possible, then she wailed through yet another heart-stopping climax. I was watching as the girl of my dreams transmuted into the woman of my fantasies.

  I could certainly never call Sam my half-hearted exhibitionist ever again.

  Julian physically had to lift her from the sofa as her whole body trembled with aftershocks from the earth-shattering orgasm, he’d given her. She slumped to her knees on the bed, looking completely sated. The three young men jumped on the bed and stood around her in concern, but I recognized the twinkle in her eyes. As she knelt there on the bed, she was surrounded by three huge throbbing black cocks at face height, and her exhaustion deserted her. She was ready to have fun. Reaching out for the first, she pulled it towards her face. I’m not even sure she knew which guy it belonged to as she sucked it deep into her throat.

  She moved around the three of them; deep throating each in turn, more amazingly than any porn star. And this was supposed to have been soft-core only.

  It was surreal to watch my wife’s neck bulge out as she enthusiastically swallowed each of their cocks. Surreal to see her getting truly face-fucked by three powerful young black guys. Surreal to see the enjoyment she seemed to be having.

  Surreal and wonderful and hot and awful and fear-inducing.

  If Dante had imagined a tenth circle of hell, he would have described its torture as exactly what I was suffering then. As someone enduring a situation that they both loved and hated in equal measure.

  I was experiencing the sexual ecstasy of wanting this, mixed inexorably with the logical sense of hating it.

  Watching my beloved wife behaving like that - doing things that were so out of character - was the hottest thing I’d seen in my life. When I focused my mind back on the action, I thought I was having a heart attack as my chest tightened and my stomach clenched at what I was seeing. All three of them now stood around my wife, and all three were jerking their cocks in front of her face. The sight of her tiny body in the middle of those three overpowering young black guys was both filthy and erotic in equal measure. Sam was kneeling there with her mouth wide open and her tongue extended to encourage them all to shoot their loads into her mouth, for her to swallow.

  Julian was the first to erupt, and the power of his first spurt surprised Sam. Her eyes went wide as that first rope of thick hot cum was followed by another, and another. He just kept shooting as he fed my wife his entire huge load. She swallowed eagerly, then, as the last drop of cum sat tantalizingly at his tip, she leaned forward and pulled him into her mouth to literally suck him dr
y. The visual of their goddess willingly taking Julian’s semen was enough to take Simon and William over the top, and they started to cum in unison. With deep, rumbling groans they let loose stream after stream of their virility into my wife’s mouth, filling it to overflowing within seconds. Cum was dribbling from the corners of her mouth as they both finished. Again, she swallowed and, knowing what she liked, they both stepped forward to allow her to take them into her mouth and suck them dry.

  Believe me when I tell you that watching your wife swallowing multiple loads must be the pinnacle of eroticism. And, at the same time, DEVASTATING.

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  All four of them fell back on the bed, giggling together. They were playfully touching each other, lovingly and joyously. It was easy to see Sam’s emotional attachment manifesting itself again. Her inability to separate sex from emotion was endearing but also a little hurtful. If it had all been about sex, it would have been easier to cope with, but all three of the guys were warmly embracing my wife with an obvious tenderness, and she radiated affection for them.

  The casual, playful touching was already influencing the guys. Their cocks were hardening again, taking on a life of their own as they grew turgid in anticipation of taking my wife again. Sam played with each one, in turn, leaning down to take just the head of each cock into her mouth while looking up mischievously into the eyes of its owner.

  Never failing to amaze me she then lay flat on the bed and encouraged Simon to straddle her face. As he did, she reached up around his strong thighs to pull him down until his balls were resting on her lips. Opening her mouth, she gently sucked in one of those large balls and, from the movement of her jaw, it seemed she was massaging it with her tongue. She released his wet sticky sphere and sucked in its partner, causing him to groan in pleasure. His cock was bobbing uncontrollably as he ached to be inside my wife.

  He lifted himself from Sam’s face and laid flat on the bed.