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Re: My wife's good friend's sleep-over
super solid life you have there TS
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Re: My wife's good friend's sleep-over
Really envy such a life man!
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Love this update! Thx
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Thanks for the support. My next instalment for tonight.
================================================== They were like a duet singing on stage. Their moans blended into one another perfectly and within seconds, both free fell onto the bed with their bodies trembling intensively as their orgasm tore through them. I was drained...we were all drained. ================================================== We collected our resort keys and hurried to our beach pool villa to check out the place that we would be spending the next 7 days in. The bellboy led us by the white sandy beach with coconut trees lining up at the upper part of the beach and with bushes at the bottom. It turned out that all these coconut trees and bushes were strategically planted to conceal the beach villas to protect some privacy. Upon nearing the trees, we could see a few resorts hiding behind the nature and ours were one of them. A private pool sitting inside a wooden patio greeted us with its pool recliners and outdoor furniture. We entered our room via the sliding door standing in front of the bed. Separated by a small corridor was a huge bathroom, with it own sliding door leading to the patio, and a big bathtub smacked right in the middle. That bathtub was big enough to have 3 adults in at the same time with space to move around. “Whoa…big enough for 3,” I blurted. The bellboy who was giving us our orientation in the resort turned to me and said, “Sorry sir, what’s big?” “Oh, I meant the bathroom is very spacious. This is a very nice place,” I quickly replied. “Thank you sir.” The ladies knew what I was referring to and both gave me their deadpan look. I bit on my lower lip and wriggled my brows, gesturing them to try the tub together later. They ignored me. That morning at work, my dick was sore; my forearm was weak and I clearly looked very tired at work. My eyes were the ones who betrayed me. My assistant took notice and asked if I was not well. After assuring her it was just due to bad sleeping posture, I went on to check the emails. At roughly 10:30am, my phone rang. Mrs Ong called...old Mrs Ong. "Hello ma," I answered. "How's baby?" "Which baby? Me or Keane?" "What do you think?" My mom chuckled. "Chey, Keane's ok la. Wa, you call me just to ask about Keane ar?" "Your father's birthday is nearing. I've discussed with your sisters, there will be a dinner at the revolving restaurant this Saturday, 7 pm." "Ok sure. We'll be there." I replied and a sudden thought came across my mind. I paused for a while. "Err...ma, can we bring a friend?" "Huh? Who?" "Faith. Remember her? Kate's good friend, the divorced one." "I think so. But why?" "Orr...no la. She's staying with us for now. Some housing issue." "Ok can. But will she feel awkward?" "She'll be fine. Don't worry about that. Ok, where are you now?" "Your father and I am going to visit your uncle. He's been admitted." "Oh dear, what happened?" The conversation went on. At that moment I thought it was a good opportunity to introduce Faith to my family, but of course, as a friend first. I had been thinking of how to let my parents know about my new relationship ever since the start of it. I know my mom would have fainted, maybe my dad too. Kate and I had discussed before about letting my parents know about Faith. Initially, I rejected the idea. I don't dare to. My parents are both retirees. My father was a second-hand car dealer and sold his business to someone some years ago and had since focused his time on his hobbies: singing and golfing. Perhaps due to his life experience in the business field, he has always been the more open-minded parent. My mother, on the other hand, is a retired civil servant, who enjoyed the rigidness of frameworks, protocols and traditions. She is the one that I am worried about. I remember an incident when I brought Kate back home one day after our school when I was about 16 or 17. Kate was sitting beside me, leaning on my chest and I had my arms wrapped around her waist, watching a movie in the living room. When my mother came home that evening and saw us; we were lectured for an hour for that. As much as I am afraid to disclose the relationship with Faith, I thought I have to start somewhere. Keeping her away from my family is not fair to her; besides, with the rate I am shooting inside her, it is just the matter of time that she mothers my second child. - To be continued |
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Awesome story ...
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More!!! Anything with the divorcee.. Up you anyway
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OMG... now I have to go find my pussy...
Damn TS... every time after reading your story need to go find pussy... pocket big hole liao lah...
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TS story is not just about sex, but also got families' matters, relationship between husband n wife, lovers.. I enjoy reading it, thx
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Bro damn solid!
Reminds me of this video scenes... :P http://pornpros.com/video/best-friend-threesome |
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Thank you for the supports and I hope my story can spice up your sex. Enjoy my next write up.
================================================== Keeping her away from my family is not fair to her; besides, with the rate I am shooting inside her, it is just the matter of time that she mother my second child. ================================================== Later that night, we had a family discussion, along with little Keane roaming around in the nursery, playing with his toys. Faith was very nervous. "Oh dear, I don't have anything to wear! Should I get a present for your father? No no no, I should get a present for you father! What does he like? Tie? Wine? Oh my god!" She went on and on. "Hey hey hey, relax. Just a dinner," I tried to calm her down but it was not working. "Kate, we got to go shopping! Tomorrow. Let's do it tomorrow. I'll ask for a day off. You go with me, ok?" "Hahaha, relax lei babe. Like he said, it's just a dinner." "How can I relax? It's the whole family," Faith exclaimed. "Ok la ok la, I'll go with you tomorrow to shop for the present and your clothes, ok? Can you please calm down?" I did not expect Faith to be so hyped up by the dinner plan. It did not occur to me that pleasing my family could be so important to her. Just then, the thought of my parents objecting the relationship worries me again. Am I doing the right thing? This is obviously a society taboo and we're trying to announce it to my family as if it's the right thing to do. But I want to be her. I want this family of 4 to work. I must try my best and do what I can. There was nothing I could do pondering too much on the matter that night. I had decided to let it flow naturally. Perhaps, as time goes by, my parents could slowly realise that Faith is more than just a close friend. Ball-less? Yes, in a way. However, it is better than smacking the news right into their face and expect them to accept it right away. What if they cannot accept it? It will only lead to disappointments, disagreements and disrupt the peace in my family; that is the last thing I want, to let Faith to be branded as peace disrupter. If that really happened, they will never going to accept her. Earlier, I mentioned the big bathtub smacked in the middle of the huge bathroom in our resort for reason. Indeed, that big bathtub turns out to be where my wives and I had our first sex together on Maldives land. After the bellboy's orientation in the room, we gave him a tip and he left us to unpack our luggage. It was a 6 nights and 7 days trip, you can imagine the things the ladies had packed into their luggage. While they were doing so, I brought Keane out for a walk on the beach. He loves the sun, water and the sand. The moment we were out of bushes, he screamed at the top of his lungs, pointing at the water and tried to make a dash to it. "Baby, you cannot run into the sea like this. It's very dangerous ok? No no." I warned my little boy as I grabbed him by his arm. He was whining and kicking, wanting to go near the water. I managed to distract him by kicking the sand at my feet and he started laughing upon seeing that. As he was calmer, I brought him down to sit between my legs and let him feel the fine sand. He was thrilled to be able to play with it. I was so glad that we decided to bring Keane with us. After a while of the play under the sun, Keane started to yawn and rub his eyes. He needed his afternoon nap and so, I brought him back to the resort. "Hello, where are you mama and godma?" I asked out loud as I stepped into the room, but there was no respond. "Hmmm...baby, where's mama and godma? Oh no...they're missing!" I joked with my boy. Their luggage had been placed properly outside the wardrobe, their accessories were on the dressing table but...wait a minute, the clothes they were wearing just before I came out were hanging by the chair! I felt something kinky was coming my way. I looked at Keane and said, “Oh baby, sleeping time ok?” I quickly prepared his milk, pacifier and a new diaper; placed him on a low pillow, change him out of his bloated diaper and patted him on his tiny butt to sleep. It did not take Keane too long to finally closed his eyes and zonk out. I carefully moved Keane to the middle of the bed and placed 4 pillows around him, to prevent him from falling off the bed while tossing and turning. Finally, I had taken care of my son’s needs and it was about time for my to settle mine. I did not rushed to the bathroom to check on the ladies; instead, I went out to peep through the sliding door to it after I lit up a fag. The day curtain was drawn and due to that I could see nothing through the glass. However, I could hear water splashing. I dragged my cigarette and rushed to the bathroom. - To be continued |
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Keep it coming, ts!
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#522
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Gd thread,support
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Thank you. Support much much.
================================================== The day curtain was drawn and due to that I could see nothing through the glass. However, I could hear water splashing. I dragged my cigarette and rushed to the bathroom. ================================================== Later in the evening of the following night after the family discussion, I met up with the ladies in town after my work. When I see them walking towards me with their big and small paper bags in their hands, I knew, shopping for presents and new clothes for the dinner was just an excuse. "Just a dinner and you girls have to buy so many things ar? Our wardrobe is going to overflow. I doubt you girls wore all the clothes in it. Please huh, go clear those unwanted dresses before new year hor. I hardly got any space for myself." "Aiyoh, ok ok. Stop nagging already. We shop so to look good for you lei," Kate retaliated. "Baby, we got something for you too. Look," Faith said and showed me one of the bags that says La Senza. "Wooo..." I commented. "Happy now?" Kate asked sarcastically and added, "But we can't find anything for your dad." "Don't worry. We'll get something. Let's discuss it over dinner. I'm famished." As soon as we settled down at a table of a restaurant. The ladies started their discussion, especially Faith, who was really nervous about the dinner. "Wallet? How about wallet? I think your dad's wallet is a bit old," Kate suggested and continued, "How about a leather bag? He carries one for his lyrics whenever he goes singing with you mom. Or shirt for his golf?" "That's a good idea. Let's buy him a set of golfing apparel...or a golf club!" Faith added in with her enthusiasm. I thought a while and then braced myself before speaking, "First, is this gift from all 3 of us or from Faith alone?" "Err...I think it would be better if its just from Faith? Leave good impression mah," Kate replied. "If that's the case, I think a dorm tonic wine will do, mama." "What? But why," Faith asked. "Baby, I want to go slow with the news. I don't want to give them a heart attack. I hope you can understand. This is not something everybody can accept, especially my mom." "But my mom accepted," Faith answered with a slight of bitterness in her tone. "Yes, but it was unplanned remember? You can't deny it was a shock therapy for your mom." Faith kept quiet. I felt that I was just speaking the fact. It was lucky for us that her mom "agreed" to this relationship. "Baby, I appreciate that you're taking my parents with such importance and I understand you want to leave them a good impression. However, for my parents, I hope to give them more time to slowly accept this relationship." "Ok, I understand. You want to give your parents time to digest but its ok to give my mom a shock therapy," Faith said, stood up and her chair was pushed back a bit, making quite a bit of noise. Diners set their eyes on our table. Some did not want to make us feel embarrassed and looked away as if nothing happened; some simply stared on. The waitress who was on her way to serve us our drinks had her eyes opened wide. She looked at Faith walk away and was somehow shocked to see that. I believe Faith felt imbalanced and perhaps the insecurity inside had made her behave that way. Her emotions had overran her mind and maybe her logic thinking as well. I did not blame her, in fact, I was kind of worried. I was worried that she might call the whole thing off and break up the relationship. Back then, I felt, for the first time, the uncertainty. I started to understand her even more. Being alone, no name and no status, it is only right to feel that way. - To be continued |
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Re: My wife's good friend's sleep-over
Oh... Is a hard life for her..
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Lol she got her love, sex and a family whats so hard about her life?
Go bro thug!! |
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