My story with Sheryl

[AsiaDick]

Hi bros,

Here is my humble contribution to this section. Let me start with this embarrassing incident and the story will progress for a few years with some exciting stuff to happen... :)

The first time I met Sheryl she was wearing bikini, and my first thought was, "Man! Except for those small tits, she has an incredible body!" She was pretty, even beautiful by most standards, and the rest of her body was incredibly, seductively, overwhelmingly feminine.
I started to get to know her better and we started dating for a while.
One summer night we removed our T-shirts and traded bare-skin back rubs. She, of course, kept her bra on. Before she could stop me, I unsnapped her bra and slid both hands around her chest. I held one of her tiny breasts in each hand, and she was completely shocked.
Sheryl tried to yank my hands down, but I pulled her back against my chest and kissed behind her ear. She began to cry. She wailed that I had to be disappointed and I wouldn't want to keep seeing her. She couldn't have been more wrong. I'd never before felt breasts like hers. My hands completely engulfed them. Yes they were small, but they were really firm. I could feel her nipples poking into my palm as I gently held and caressed her little boobs.
Sheryl was pressed against me as my erection quickly filled my shorts. I felt her stiffen as she became aware of its pressure against her behind. And then she stopped crying. She began to inhale quickly and exhale with long, slow moans. She rocked her hips forward and back, rubbing her behind up and down against my penis. I could feel the muscles in her behind flexing and relaxing, and I couldn't control my reaction. She reached up and smashed my hands against her breasts as I felt several bursts of cum splashing into my shorts. I squeezed her breasts hard and she suddenly screamed.

After a few seconds her hip thrusts against my sticky crotch became less frequent. Abruptly she went limp.

I couldn't hold her up and we fell to the ground together. I continued to caress her breasts with one hand while we kissed. Several minutes later she whispered, "What's that smell?" I was embarrassed, but I pointed to the wet stain spreading across the front of my shorts. She squinted at it for several seconds in the poor light, she kissed me really hard.

"I did that to you? Really?"

"I couldn't hold back, Sheryl. You were so . . . excited . . . and . . . "

Sheryl lay crosswise on top of me and we kissed again, both of us still topless although her bra was around her neck and still hooked over her arms. I felt her hand pressing against the damp area on my shorts. It was the first time she'd ever touched me below the waist. She almost bit my tongue when she started to giggle. "I didn't know guys could do that with their clothes on! I thought you had to . . . take it out or something."

"Well, rubbing your tits turned us both on. When you started to get excited, I lost it. I'll probably never get the stain out of my shorts."

Sheryl laughed, then nuzzled against my neck. "Are you sure? My breasts aren't too small? Aren't you disappointed?"

I still had a hand on Sheryl's bare chest and I began to pull on her nipples. When she began to make little moans again, I pushed her over on her back and started sucking on one of her breasts. I could pull it completely into my mouth. She suddenly pulled my mouth off her, slipped from underneath me, and put her bra and shirt back on. "No! Not again! It's too soon! I want to remember it. Call me tomorrow!" With that she ran toward her parent's house. I didn't even get a goodnight kiss.

This was obviously the first time Sheryl had been with a guy when he ejaculated. I smiled to myself. As sensitive as her little tits were, I knew I could get into her pants without much trouble. I laughed, thinking about other men who hadn't bothered to try because they thought she was too small upstairs. I was going to score soon. I hope……

(To be continued)

[Perrins]

Bro, setting my tent here.

[bigmannow]

building my hdb flat here:)

[piinkk]

building my hdb flat here:)

Can i live in ur hdb flat too?:p

[Earth Angel]

Hope you continue soon...

[topcook1]

Nice one!!More pls

[SGDreamchaser]

nice nice so far. keep it up.

[nishikado]

yupp yupp nice one ~ please update it soon :D

[badzboy03]

exciting bro...

[splendour]

Sexciting. More please.

[daggerboy]

Interesting. Please continue.

[Buddha Jump]

Pitching my tent here.

[xedous]

good work.. keep it up

[fish`]

Yes..another story.

[prudent]

A good read. Please continue.

[Publisit]

Bro you write very well.:)

[HornyYoungBoy07]

Waiting for more updates.. :)

Cheers
HYB07

[AsiaDick]

My plans for seducing Sheryl quickly went awry when I fell in love with her. We spent more than two years slowly exploring each other's bodies before we finally made love. One evening when we were alone in her parents' home I deflowered her in the same bed she'd slept in since she was a little girl. Three weeks later we were married. That was just slightly more than seven years ago.

We now have two little girls of our own. Not only did Sheryl regain the rest of her figure after each birth, but nursing two babies had permanently added considerable heft to her breasts. Motherhood had finally fixed her breasts. Her breasts were now correctly proportioned to the rest of her shapely body. I could no longer suck one of her breasts completely into my mouth.

Sheryl's long habit of hiding her breasts in public simply couldn't be changed. On the two occasions I talked her into showing some cleavage when we went out, she was so uncomfortable having men stare at her chest that she made me take her home early. But when we were alone she wasn't shy, and I often enjoyed watching her move around our bedroom while partially clothed - or even better, nude.

Even with two small kids in the house, our sex life was more than adequate. What we missed in frequency, we made up for in intensity. Our home was happy, and I often wondered how I had been so lucky.

Out of the blue, a minor argument had escalated into a true confrontation, and each of us stubbornly refused to back down. I don't even remember what started it, but our fighting escalated until both of us were miserable. For the first time during our marriage we had angrily carried our argument into bed. We had been fighting with words alone, but that was soon to end. Sheryl struck first.

Before our argument we'd both usually slept in the nude. Particularly on weekends this had made sex a convenient - and relatively frequent - bedroom activity. Now, although we still slept in the same bed, Sheryl wore panties and a T-shirt every night. She had always done this during her periods, and at other times it had become her nonverbal signal that she didn't want to have sex. Almost six months passed since I had seen her undressed, even in bed. "Don't touch me!" her nightclothes proclaimed.

It was obvious that Sheryl was denying me access to her body in order to frustrate me into admitting that she was right. Although I continued to sleep naked, I didn't force her to make love. But after six months I retaliated by using her sexuality against her. I had never known a woman who was easier to arouse, and once Sheryl began to climax, it was almost impossible for her to stop. We called her nipples her "sex triggers" because it took so little breast stimulation to get her started. But what really got her motor purring was rubbing my hand - or even better my erection - near her pussy, either from the front or from behind, at the same time I caressed her nipples.

Twenty-four weeks without sex was more than enough! Sheryl always slept on her side, facing away from me since we'd argued. One night I woke up around 3:00 and listened to Sheryl's breathing as she slept. It was time to take action. Once I was certain she was completely asleep, I rolled over next to her. I slowly reached over her and began to gently rub her breasts through her T-shirt. With my other hand I rubbed my hand up and down the crease of her buttocks. When I felt her nipples getting hard, I pushed my fingers between her legs until I could slide the blade edge of my hand up and down her slit. By the time the crotch of her panties was starting to feel damp, I was fully erect.

Sheryl never liked me to fuck her from behind. Even so she gets quickly aroused when she feels a firm penis pressing between her cheeks. I scooted down the bed, aimed my erection up her body, and carefully slipped it between her legs. I rubbed his head along her pussy through her panties. Soon she started to move her hips so that she was pushing herself harder against my erection. By the time she started to grunt and moan in her sleep, I could feel my erection pushing the crotch of her panties into her vagina. The head of my penis was partway inside her, restrained only by her panties. By this time I could both feel and smell how wet she was, even though she was still asleep.

(To be continued...... )

[AsiaDick]

When Sheryl began to actively thrust her hips back and forth against my erection, I knew she was building to an orgasm. I moved my hand from her breasts to the front of her crotch and I rubbed in little circles over and around her clitoris. The sudden increase in sensation jolted her awake, and I immediately rolled away from her. She woke up with her wet panties partly wedged inside her open and wet pussy, with her nipples hard, and with her body preparing for an orgasm. But I had stopped the stimulation and left her hanging.

That first time I did this to her I thought she might beg me to fuck her. We had occasionally played a game when we were in public places where we knew we couldn't make love. I would slip my hand under her skirt so that I could fondle and caress her pussy and rub her clitoris. She usually tried to get me to stop, but doing something this daring in public really excited both of us. I found ways to keep her right on the edge without giving her relief.

Beginning that first night when Sheryl didn't ask me to fuck her after I had gotten her to the brink - and every night thereafter when I played my game, I decided to lie on my back and beat off in front of her - something I'd never done before. I rubbed and stroked myself as I moaned and groaned loudly. I wanted to show her that I didn't need her body to get sexual release. It didn't take me long to climax.

Once I had filled my cupped hand with cum, I cleaned up in the bathroom and climbed back into bed. I went back to sleep, but she was too stirred up to relax, so she just tossed and turned. Of course she could have masturbated herself to orgasm with her fingers. I knew she occasionally did so, but she was too shy to do it in front of me. We both knew she would take care of herself after I left for work, but that meant she had to be miserable for several hours. Well, that was the idea, wasn't it?

Sheryl didn't break. Two weeks later I was getting tired of beating off, and I wondered what else I could try. Then I walked into our bathroom and saw a realistic, vibrating dildo where she had left it to dry. Clearly she had found another way to get relief. And I felt twinges of inadequacy because the dildo was longer and thicker than my organ was. She had retaliated.

Sheryl wouldn't fuck herself with the dildo while I was watching, but each night when I'd beat off after getting her aroused, she would lock herself in the bathroom and use the dildo. It apparently worked because within a couple of minutes I'd hear her cry out several times as she came. When she got back to bed, she would quickly fall asleep, so she had obviously relieved her sexual tensions. My nighttime sex game with her had failed, so after about a week of listening to her get off with the dildo, I gave up. I stopped turning her on as she slept. I was backing down, and I hoped she would recognize my concession and do the same. That hope was quickly dashed.

Sheryl perversely continued to use the dildo - both at night when I could hear her in the bathroom and also during the day when I was away. I got the message, loud and clear. She didn't need me for anything, including sex. A big plastic penis was taking care of her needs very well. Since I'd stopped my stimulation game, she didn't even need me for foreplay.

Was my marriage really failing?

(To be continued)

[AD69]

Pitching tent here to.

[naturegreen]

Realistic story. I guess most women are shy about masturbating themselves in front of their husbands, the difference between a wife and a whore. A whore dares to do anything and you also in turn dare to do anything to her.

But towards a wife, sex is more dull and restricted I suppose. Not every wife will give their husbands an AR, catbath etc...... I suppose most local girls here prefers to get serviced than to service their husbands. :p

But TS, ain't you worried she might find a FB outside? Can tell she is the defiant type of lady. If I were you, I'd. Please continue.

[shoick77]

Bro good write out.....

At least you still manage to touch her to make her high but not for me.
I have to settle it myself all the while. I travel alot but i have never did anything unfaithful to my wife during my out-station.
But our sex life is real sucks....i have always wanted to go stray but i cherish my marriage till i cant take it any more and my frd ask me to check this cool forum to read more of the things others have suffer.
I have actually a colleague who has been trying to hook me up, but i dont eat and shit in my back-yard.

Please continue......

[AsiaDick]

The first signs of trouble:

Beating off just wasn't satisfying me, and knowing Sheryl was getting off on a plastic penis made me feel worse. She had clearly escalated the conflict to a higher level, and she was winning. I couldn't think of any way to regain the upper hand. I was considering begging her for forgiveness, even though I still didn't know what I'd done wrong - or even if anything that had happened was really my fault. Nothing but pride kept me from doing what I should have done. If I had yielded to her, I know that what happened next would never have happened.

I thought I wouldn't have to kiss up to her when she didn't use the dildo for two nights. She was really moody, and she couldn't look me in the eye. That first night she also had a splitting headache, and her breath smelled strange, almost like something from the chemistry set I'd played with as a child. After another night without using the dildo, I hoped that she was going to give in to me. But then she began using it again. During the night I could hear her fucking herself with it in the bathroom, but not the same way as before. Now she seemed almost frantic, even desperate, to climax. I knew that something had happened to her, but I never suspected that she might have been unfaithful. That simply wasn't possible!

About two weeks later I was only a couple of days away from admitting defeat and giving in when things changed with shocking suddenness. Sheryl came home late for dinner, complained that she didn't feel well, and went directly to bed. I could see her legs trembling, and she had trouble walking. During the night I heard her whimpering, and I tried to comfort her. When I put my arms around her, she pushed me away and ran into the bathroom. I thought she was going to use the dildo, but she didn't. A few minutes later she came back to bed. She continued to whimper for the rest of the night. Neither of us got any sleep. If something upsetting had happened to her two weeks earlier, what in the world had just happened?

(To be continued)

[AsiaDick]

Sheryl never used the dildo again, and that really caught me off-guard. She wrapped it up and hid it in a box in her closet. I snooped and found it, and I frequently checked to be certain she hadn't used it again. It remained hidden in her closet. I assumed she had stopped using it because she had incorrectly decided that fucking herself with the dildo wasn't going to get me to surrender. Or perhaps it really wasn't all that satisfying after all. I thought her bouts of crying every couple of weeks reflected the deteriorating condition of our marriage. I even wondered if she had found out she had cancer or something.

In retrospect it's obvious that I should have known what was going on. But the abrupt loss of affection in our marriage six month earlier had affected my judgement, and I couldn't manage to figure out the puzzle that our lives had become. I kept trying to fit the pieces together in a way that meant everything between us would be the way it had been before. Yes, that was really dumb.

I returned to masturbation as my only sexual release. I really missed the overpoweringly erotic sensations in my penis as Sheryl's vagina squeezed and trembled during her climaxes. Since we had become parents, I almost always had to cover her mouth to suppress her loud screams as orgasms rippled violently through her body. What man wouldn't miss hearing his wife scream because of the sexual excitement he had helped her to achieve? I missed it a lot, and beating off just didn't do much for me at all.

Finally, when a clear pattern emerged, I became suspicious. At two-week intervals, Sheryl had been going out and coming back very late. This had happened at least a dozen times. She was always upset she returned, and she would never tell me where she had gone. Often she was really miserable, and a couple of times I heard her crying. I hoped that she had just been getting away from me so that she could think things out, but I was starting to worry that she was having an affair. Doing so would have been completely out of character for her, but I began to wonder what she was doing every two weeks. But why would having an affair make her so unhappy? And if it did, why was she still doing it?

I stubbornly didn't bring that issue up, and I deliberately avoided looking for any evidence that Sheryl was having sex with someone else. Call me a fool. As suspicious as I was that she might be going out to get laid, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself if I actually found out that she was cheating on me. I also assumed that we would eventually work out our problem - whatever it was - and if she had been unfaithful and I didn't know about it, then I wouldn't have to deal with it. And what would happen to our two little girls if we broke up? I kept my head in the sand and my hands on my penis. Neither helped.

We scarcely talked to each other, except when our girls were around. We continued our silent argument even though I don't think either of us could remember what it was about. Even more than our regular, exciting sex. I missed having Sheryl as a friend and companion. Being at home around Sheryl was a cold and depressing experience, and for the first time I looked forward to leaving the house and going to my demanding job. I even agreed to extra out-of-town business travel so that I wouldn't have to face the frigid atmosphere at home.

(To be continued)

[Bonog01]

nice story , thanks for sharing

[toreador]

Fabulous. Thanks for sharing.

[VWGolfGTI]

Go on! Great story! :)

[Ngengheng]

Nice one.Camping for more.

[skycock]

Well-written. Thanks for sharing.

[Plotinus]

Enjoyable story written eloquently.

[AsiaDick]

I planned to patch up with Sheryl when I returned home. My stomach turned to ice when I saw Katie, our maid, sitting in our family room and watching a movie with our two girls. Sheryl was either going out somewhere or she had already left. If the latter, since her car was still parked outside, who had driven her? My happy mood immediately soured.

Katie sprang to her feet. She looked really surprised to see me. "I didn't know . . . Your wife didn't say you would be here tonight! Do you . . . Is everything okay?" She asked.

"Katie, I'm sorry. I wasn't due back for a couple of . . . until next week. Is Sheryl going out somewhere?" I didn't stop to think how this would sound to Katie, and her surprised look turned to one of apprehension.

"She left a little while ago. Sh-She left a number. In case I had to call. She s-s- said she'd be out pretty late," Katie stammered. She was staring at me and was obviously upset by the confused look on my face.

I forced a smile. "Katie, it's fine! I'll clean up and join her. I just didn't know she was going out so early," I lied. I panicked. I felt confused and dizzy, and more than a little frightened. Had Sheryl really hired Katie so that she could cheat on me?

I carried my bags back to the master bedroom and unpacked. There was moisture from the shower in the air, and I could smell the scent of Sheryl's favorite perfume. Where the hell was she? With whom had she gone out? And where? I vowed to get answers - no matter what the cost. My happy homecoming had turned into a nightmare. I told myself to stay calm and THINK.

(To be continued)

[yayaya123]

great story, more pse. ;)

[eeemen]

I do hope that whatever you find out will not end in a bitter manner bro. Cheers

[AsiaDick]

hmm... continuing soon.... heart is racing already...

[yoyobaby]

haha bro, well written. waiting for more. ;)

[babyceline]

camping :)

[rourke]

Waiting for more updates.

[splendour]

Its good. Please continue.

[VWGolfGTI]

Bro AsiaDick, please continue! Great story so far! :D

[gyrfalcon]

Excellent story. More, please.

[AsiaDick]

Sorry was busy travelling... continuing now..enjoy!!


I sat on the bed and inhaled the heady, cloying scent of Sheryl's perfume. My head started spinning again. I realized I was clenching and unclenching my hands. I unfolded the crushed piece of paper on which I had written the telephone number, and I stared at it. Whose number was it? Was it a hotel? Was Sheryl with a lover? It took me several minutes to calm down enough to think things out before I made the call.

If Sheryl was at a hotel, I planned to go over, find out what room she was in, and confront her. I had a frighteningly vivid vision of killing Sheryl in the arms of her lover. I knew I could shoot her if I found her having sex with someone else. Even though I didn't know what was going on, I was working myself into a jealous rage.

I was more worried about other things.

What if her lover answered? Could I follow through with my plan? Or would I lose control and become too furious to talk rationally? If that happened, how would I find out where she was?

I was shaking so hard I couldn't read the numbers on the telephone. I took several deep breaths and gathered my thoughts. First things first. Before I did anything else, I had to make the call. I replaced the handgun in the drawer and I dialed the number. It rang three times.

"Hi, I'm Christopher!" said a masculine voice. "And I'm Viv-ee- un!" said a throaty, sultry woman's voice. Christopher? Fann? Who the fuck were Christopher and Fann? Thereafter the two voices alternated sentences. I'd obviously reached an answering machine. I was completely unprepared to hear two voices, but I recovered in time to listen to their recorded message.

"If you need directions to the party, stay on the line! If you want to talk to one of us, touch the number one for Christopher and the number two for Fann and leave a message. We'll be busy having LOTS of fun at the party - Hah! Hah! - so we won't be listening for the phone. But we'll eventually check our messages and call you back. But don't be impatient! You know how our parties are! Now, if it's your first time, here's how to get to our place! First, head north on . . ."

I copied down the detailed directions which followed. Although I had never been to their home, now that I knew where it was, I figured out who Christopher and Fann were. I had read in the society pages of the Straits Times that they had recently purchased and renovated a home several miles from town. I wondered how Sheryl had gotten invited to their party since we weren't in their economic or social circles. Then I understood. Her lover had taken her as his date!

I decided if Sheryl was invited, then fuck them, so was I.

I checked Sheryl's underwear drawer and verified that her best strapless bra was missing. I slammed the drawer closed. Besides, how likely was it that she would sneak out and have sex during a party? As much she enjoyed sex, she was much to shy for that! She was even embarrassed when I kissed her in public.

I shaved and took a quick shower. Twenty minutes after I said goodbye to Katie and kissed my daughters goodnight. I was heading to the party.

(To be continued)

[eeemen]

Bro, how was the party? And how did your story with Sheryl go? Hope all is well, take care. Cheers..........................

[DarkForceDevil]

Your story turn me on man... Not most of the guys (except my bf) are like you, so guai... I wish my bf would turn me on like what you did to your wife...

[kessel]

Must be a wild and long party. :p:)

[may1983]

good one brudder!

[gyrfalcon]

Awaiting your continuation.

[MrBrat]

TS still not bad yet ?

[mba2392]

camping here for more....pls continue

[AsiaDick]

The directions were excellent, and about a half-hour later I headed down a driveway toward a distant glow which I assumed was their house. There were no other lights within miles. Christopher and Fann clearly liked privacy.

To describe Christopher and Fann's home as huge is truly an understatement. They had purchased a large bungalow, situated on at least ten acres of land. As I approached it, I could see that they had added several large and ugly ground-floor additions to the original structure. Clearly they had more money than taste! I wondered what the inside looked like.

There were at least fifty cars parked in an open field near the house, and I pulled in and killed the engine. Most of the yard, including this field, was illuminated by spotlights which had produced the glow I'd seen from a long distance away. My shoulders were tight and I was once again clenching and unclenching my hands. It took me several minutes to calm down. I finally got out of my car and walked toward the gigantic house.

Nobody paid any attention to me as I walked in. I was surprised how dark it was, and I couldn't see very well at first. All of the light inside the house was coming through the windows from outside, and all of the windows were curtained. I looked around, but I didn't see anybody I knew. I could hear the relentless murmur of dozens of conversations, and somewhere there was music playing. But the damned house was so dark it was hard to see people clearly!

As my eyes adjusted and I began prowling around, I spotted Fann. I'd never met her, but she looked exactly like her photograph in the local paper. She was showing two couples around the house, and I followed them at a discrete distance. As I walked, I looked around, but I still didn't see Sheryl anywhere. At least I'd know where everything was if I followed my unwitting hostess and got a tour.

I followed them into a large, carpeted living room that featured a huge glass- fronted fireplace at one end. As I approached the fireplace, I saw that it was a freestanding, gas unit, with a clever mechanism which Fann proudly demonstrated. A grill, which was positioned near the chimney vent, could be lowered closer to the flames, and with access provided by glass doors on the sides, used for cooking.

"We had this custom-designed in France!" Fann proudly announced. "We like to sit naked in here and drink wine while we grill steaks! Then we make love on the floor after we eat!" That was more than I needed to know about their sex life, but Fann was certainly a sexy and attractive woman. In the somewhat brighter light from the fireplace I could easily see her areolae and the shadow of her pubic hair. This woman had a ripe, sexy body, and she was naked beneath her clinging, nearly transparent dress. And she knew that everyone else knew it. I felt a quick chill run down my spine, but I didn't understand why.

Christopher and Fann had also added a bedroom wing on a long hallway which began at the same foyer with their fancy, French fireplace. The hall was almost completely dark. It too lighted only by the flickering flames from the fireplace. At the end nearest the fireplace there were two half-baths, one on each side. The master suite was at the far end of the hall, and there were two additional bedrooms on each side. "Each bedroom has its own full bath." Fann announced. "There are plenty of towels and things, so if you start feeling frisky, just slip into one of the rooms and lock the door! Or leave it unlocked if you want company! That's always more fun, isn't it?" Fann licked her lips and leered at the two couples, and they laughed.

Fann excused herself, the two couples headed back into the room where the dance music was playing, and I was suddenly alone. I looked around, thinking I would just find Sheryl and get the hell out of here. Everything about this party felt really wrong to me, but I was still too angry to sort things out. I walked down the bedroom hallway to the end. I started opening doors, looking for my wife. The fact that I started with the bedrooms shows that I wasn't entirely unaware of what was going on. But that decision had been subconscious, and at the time I was unaware of it.

The master suite was overwhelmingly opulent, but it was completely empty. I peeked into three of the four "side" bedrooms, and they were all generously-sized with large, full bathrooms. Nobody was in them, either. The fourth door was locked. "Somebody's feeling frisky! How nice!" I thought. I was feeling anything but frisky as I continued to search for Sheryl. The possibility that she might be in the locked bedroom clawed at my consciousness, but I pushed it away.

Perhaps a half-hour later I still hadn't found Sheryl, even though I'd carefully checked every room except the one with the music and dancing. I'd even returned to the locked bedroom and found it unlocked and empty. I returned to the fireplace and walked part way around it. I found myself in the hardwood-floored party room. The music was romantic, even sexy. I watched people dance for a couple of minutes, but Sheryl wasn't anywhere in sight. I was becoming frantic.

(To be continued)

[Kiss Me]

Hope this time u dont MIA too long.:D

[MrBrat]

I also hope he won't. His story is interesting to read.

[VWGolfGTI]

Welcome back bro! Looking forward to your next installments! ;)

[Moltres]

mice story , thanks

[hell4lif]

TS!! power story! =))..camping here!

[Lil'Tempt]

camping here' :p

[AsiaDick]

I moved along one wall and away from the fireplace, and once I was a few feet from the fire I was able to see more clearly. The scene rocked me to my core. Many of the dancers were only partially dressed. I saw a completely naked woman moving from couple to couple, kissing both the men and the women. Sheryl and I had never attended a party like this! How could she possibly be here?

I continued moving along the wall and looked at every couple in the room. I couldn't find Sheryl.
Somebody took hold of my arm, and when I turned my head, I recognized my unofficial - and obviously accidental - host, Christopher. His picture had also frequently appeared in the local newspaper, and I'd seen him featured on television. He said something to me, but the music was too loud for me to hear. Christopher gestured for me to follow him, and we walked halfway down the dimly-illuminated bedroom hallway. The sound of the music faded somewhat, and he moved closer to me. I thought he knew that I had crashed his party, and I expected him to order me to leave. Well, since I was in the wrong place,that was exactly what I planned to do, anyway.

Instead he truly shocked me. "Fann's in the master suite. She wants to see if she can do more men than she did at our last party. Why don't you give her a try?" Christopher walked away from me, and I heard him say the same thing to two guys talking together near the fireplace. They laughed, then immediately walked down the hallway past me and approached the master bedroom.

Although I wanted to get out of his house so that I could locate Sheryl, my curiously got the better of my common sense. I'd never seen other people have sex, and the open, public sexuality already on display had begun to arouse me. I had no intention of being unfaithful to Sheryl, but it wouldn't hurt if I just watched, would it? It would only take a couple of minutes, and then I could go home and resume my search for Sheryl.

The master suite door opened as I reached it, and a guy came out. He had a smug smile on his face as he adjusted his clothing. "Go for it, man! She's hot and ready! She's keeping a tally! I was number three in her ass! God, she's a great, tight ass-fuck! I'm comin' back in a few minutes to do her cunt!" He gave me a firm punch on the biceps and grinned at me. I stumbled into the room in somewhat of a daze and closed the door behind me. I'd never even considered having anal sex, and I was both repulsed and curious.

There was a shaded lamp lit in one corner of the room, and I could see everything clearly. Fann was naked, lying on her back on the bed, with her legs hanging over the end and spread impossibly far apart in an athletic split. There was a fat, naked man whom I didn't recognize standing between her legs and enthusiastically fucking her as he leaned over her, supporting his weight on his arms. She was holding another man's balls as she sucked loudly on his penis. The two men I had followed down the hall quickly got undressed. Another man came in behind me and closed the door. It was my first time watching anyone have sex, and here I was watching a woman service two men at once. I couldn't tear my eyes away. I momentarily forgot about finding Sheryl.

The guy at her mouth groaned and ejaculated several times. Fann tried to swallow everything, but cum leaked out of her mouth and dripped down her cheek. I moved closer and saw that Fann's face, hair, and large breasts were streaked with more cum.

As another man stepped forward for a blow job, Fann made a quick note on a pad of paper next to her, and then she noticed me. "I can blow you, or you can fuck me in the cunt or in the ass! Or all three! Just use the ointment if you do my ass, okay?" She pointed to a large tube on the bed. "But for fuck's sake, get undressed! I like to look at naked men's cocks before they fuck me!"

Everything felt completely unreal. I heard the wet slurping sound of the guy fucking Fann as he suddenly picked up his tempo. "Yeah, fuck me hard, baby! Ooh! I'm almost there! Harder! Oh! Yes! Go for it, stud! Make my pussy scream!"

(To be continued)

[hornylittlegirl]

Keep going

[eeemen]

Looking forward to more bro asiadick. Thanks ;)

[AsiaDick]

The wet sound stopped as the guy fucking Fann grunted and jerked several times as he ejaculated. He stepped back, dragging a rope of cum with his half-erect penis. There was a huge, dark, wet spot running down the end of the bed and forming a puddle on the rug. It sparkled in the light from the lamp. It was obviously at least a pint of cum.

Another naked man quickly slipped his short, thick penis into Fann and began to fuck her as she picked up her pad again. She wrote something and put it down. "Go for it number ten! Take me over the top! Fuck me hard! I'm almost there!" She grunted in time with his thrusts. The wet slap, slap, slap as "number ten" slammed into her was the loudest sound in the room. She turned her head and began to suck on the new penis near her head.

The smell of pussy and cum was so strong I felt nauseous. I was fully erect, but I decided I was more worried about what Sheryl was doing than I was interested in fucking Fann. I left the room, following closely behind "number nine" who had cleaned up and gotten dressed.

When I reached the fireplace, I decided it wouldn't hurt to go into the party room and take one more look for Sheryl. Frankly I also wanted to see more people having sex, but I was unaware of that motive at the time. I slipped along the wall opposite to the one I'd followed earlier, and I scanned the faces of the dancers.

The sexual activity had noticeably increased In the few minutes I'd been away from the room. I saw two more naked women, and several others were dancing topless. I stepped around one couple where were fucking standing up against the wall. I came within a couple of feet of them, and my erection became stiff and uncomfortable in my pants.

Once again I decided that Sheryl was not in the room, and I began to retrace my steps toward the fireplace. Then I thought I saw her dancing with a man who looked vaguely familiar.

Sheryl was facing away from me, and if she had not been wearing her special outfit, I would have overlooked her. She was fully dressed, but she was wrapped so tightly around the guy that her face was concealed. One of his hands was stroking her behind, pressing and rubbing her hips firmly against him. I knew from experience that this really turned her on, particularly if I was pressing my erection against her. She made no attempt to get away from him as his hand continued to roam freely over her behind.

I felt an abrupt, cold, blinding fury well up in me as he pulled the back of her skirt up until it bunched around her waist, exposing the skin above the top of her white bikini panties. He reached down between her cheeks and began to slide his fingers between her legs. She didn't resist as he pushed the material into her crease. At first I felt frozen in place by my anger, but then I decided I was going to kill him if she really was Sheryl.

In order to reach them I had to move around several dancing couples. As I did so the two of them began to move away from me, toward the fireplace. They paused to kiss, and I could see that her skirt was now completely bunched at her waist. He reached down and rubbed the front of her crotch through her panties. Was this really my shy Sheryl? How could she allow herself to be undressed and groped in a room filled with people?

I moved to my left so that I could get a better look at the woman. I still hadn't gotten a clear view of her face, but could somebody else have the same, distinctive outfit that Sheryl had? Even in my fury I had to be absolutely certain before I attacked that bastard.

(To be continued)

[eeemen]

Its been a while bro TS< pls do carry on to the finale? Thanks

[Eric22]

waiting for update too...

[bus72]

Oh wow i can say is tat u didnt have a good sexual life with ur wife right?

[pusslicker]

very nice story....

[velocity-g]

hot! i like this.

[I_am_Sylar]

woah.. great story.. continue more!

[AsiaDick]

All at once they moved quickly toward the bedrooms. I lost time dodging around several half-naked couples, and the two of them were already partway down the hallway as I reached the fireplace. I saw the woman - Sheryl? - with her skirt still bunched around her waist, going into one of the side bedrooms with the guy she'd been dancing with. His pants were bulging from his erection.

I felt dizzy again, and I wondered if I were losing my mind. Was that woman really Sheryl? I hadn't seen her face, only her outfit and her bare legs. I thought she was Sheryl, but I couldn't really believe it. Could Sheryl really be having an affair in such an open, public way? At a sex party like this? Even as dark as it was, anyone could have seen her getting half-undressed and going into that room! I had to swallow the bile that burned in my throat as my stomach heaved.

I don't recall walking down the hall, but I found myself trying to open the door into the room they had entered. The doorknob barely turned as I twisted it left and right. It was firmly locked. I almost banged on the door and demanded they let me in. But was I truly certain it was really Sheryl? What if I were mistaken? Before I made a complete ass of myself, I had to be sure. The wet, slurping sound as Fann had gotten fucked still echoed in my mind. Was I hallucinating about Sheryl going into this room? Was she going to be making the same sounds with her lover in a matter of moments? The world seemed to be tilted, off center, confusing, and unreal.

Once again I frantically searched the rest of the house for my wife. The people dancing were almost all disrobing, and most of the women were already naked. But Sheryl wasn't there. I saw at least a dozen couples openly fucking. Thankfully Sheryl was not among them. But I was becoming so frantic I was losing control. I raced from couple to couple, taking a hard look at each woman. It must have been obvious that I was out of my element as I looked for my wife, and several people laughed at me.

The sight and sounds of sexual activities going on around me, coupled with my anxiety and anger, made me begin to hallucinate. I saw a couple fucking, and I was shocked when I recognized them as two people from my office. Then I blinked hard, and they were complete strangers. I saw a naked woman holding her partner's penis as they danced, and I realized that she was my daughter's tuition teacher! Once again I squeezed my eyes shut, and when I looked again, I knew I'd never seen her before.

I looked around the room, and the walls weren't quite straight. The floor was tilted. I shook my head and the images cleared. It was just like being in a dream. I knew I was seeing things that weren't real, but somehow I couldn't stop seeing them. But the sexual activity all around me was real. At least I thought so. As I moved past the fireplace and entered the bedroom hall, I stepped over my brother-in-law who was fucking a skinny black woman. Of course, he too was a stranger. As I reached the locked bedroom door, I froze when I heard Sheryl's passionate scream, clearly audible though slightly muffled, coming through the door. She screamed again and again for the next thirty seconds or so.

Impossible! I couldn't trust my senses! I'd only imagined I'd heard her cry out during a long orgasm! I hadn't heard that particular scream for several months, and I knew she only did it with me. It wasn't real! My fears had produced it! I had to stop imagining things!

But I had to be certain. I tried to turn the knob, but the door was still locked. I waited for a couple of minutes until I was alone in the hall. It seemed like an eternity. Thankfully I didn't imagine I heard other sounds of passion from inside the room.

(To be continued)

[eXia-san]

TS,for doing husband or wife,both of u should forgive each other from the beginning n care each other... Ur relationship juz like a world war2...XD But ur story is impressive... Looking further for ur story...

[prince_piggy]

manx...kip the stories comming in dude....so issit ur wifey in the room!!

[eddtan1]

Wow...Bro,

Exciting....

[reflexk]

For those bros who are eagerly looking forward to the story - you can read it here, save for the changes in the name of characters

Victims Ch. 01 - Loving Wives - Literotica.com (http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=186681)
Victims Ch. 02 - NonConsent/Reluctance - Literotica.com (http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=186682)
Victims Ch. 03 - NonConsent/Reluctance - Literotica.com (http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=186683)

TS, passing on others works as your own is "plagiarism". Next time you cntrl+c cntrl+v, keep these points in mind which gave you away this time.

1) Your story has very little Asian air about it. It smells too western.
2) There are no isolated houses in Sg as you mention in story.
3) Possession of firearms is a great offence. Unless you are a cop yourself, you wont get to touch one.
4) Your updates were once too often to be original.
5) Google is smarter than you.

Anyway, thanks for inspiring me to read the original story on literotica. It is an awesome one :).

~Klystron

[prince_piggy]

For those bros who are eagerly looking forward to the story - you can read it here, save for the changes in the name of characters

Victims Ch. 01 - Loving Wives - Literotica.com (http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=186681)
Victims Ch. 02 - NonConsent/Reluctance - Literotica.com (http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=186682)
Victims Ch. 03 - NonConsent/Reluctance - Literotica.com (http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=186683)

TS, passing on others works as your own is "plagiarism". Next time you cntrl+c cntrl+v, keep these points in mind which gave you away this time.

1) Your story has very little Asian air about it. It smells too western.
2) There are no isolated houses in Sg as you mention in story.
3) Possession of firearms is a great offence. Unless you are a cop yourself, you wont get to touch one.
4) Your updates were once too often to be original.
5) Google is smarter than you.

Anyway, thanks for inspiring me to read the original story on literotica. It is an awesome one :).

~Klystron

gd job manx....haha..so it afterall a copied story..

[eXia-san]

Waoo.... wat a story man!! But is it a true story??? If is,wat is the next story if tht jack come out from the prison?? Getting interesting here... XD

[damnyou198816]

sorry,which christopher and fann are you talking about??????

[dawatcher]

Don't think we will ever find out... the story was posted on the site in 2005. :D

[angels.delicacy]

thanks for sharing. nice story

[singexpat]

wah.. original is the best!!:D