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07-03-2020, 11:32 PM
Note: This trip is 90% accurate to the best of my recollection - the remaining 10% that has been changed are the names of those involved, as well as bits and pieces of the story that I can't remember.
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"Faster! We're going to be late!" yelled my wife, Yingling. I peered down through the master bedroom window, and saw that our airport transfer - a sleek Mercedes-Benz E200 Avantgarde, had already pulled up to our porch waiting. Yingling flopped through our master suite's door, with her clutch in tow - "Come on, honey, transport here!"
Backtracking a little, we were going on one of the most memorable holidays we would ever embark on, to Bali, together with our best friends, Jon and his wife, Denise. It had been a trip that we had been planning for months, to celebrate both our wedding anniversaries - mine and Yingling's, as well as Jon and Denise's a week later. A little background - Jon had been my best friend since secondary school, the one who saw me through ups and downs, heard and shared things that shouldn't have been shared, been my best man at our wedding, and me as his best man at his wedding a year later on. It so happened that Yingling and Denise clicked so well together, sharing the same interests (of cooking and baking).
Jon runs his own business dealing with import and export - a trade that landed him enough to own a Mercedes SLC and for Denise to not work. I managed to rise up to head the Business Development section in an MNC. We snagged a 5,000 sq ft landed along the Coronation estate, and had pampered ourselves with our dream cars of a C63S AMG (for me) and a Mini Cooper S JCW (for Yingling). Life with Yingling was great, and so was the sex. We were open with each other with our comfort zones, our fetishes, and our desires - we tried and experimented with different ideas, but most importantly of all, we loved each other.
It was at a recent lunch meet-up where Jon broached the topic of getting away together to celebrate our anniversaries. Needless to say, the ladies jumped at the thought of holidaying together, and we eventually decided to splurge a little on a two-bedroom-suite private villa near Seminyak. After all, where's the fun of staying apart when you're obviously there to enjoy together? So with that agreed upon, I called my secretary to help book four return tickets on Singapore Airline's new Boeing 787 Dreamliner to Denpasar Bali.
We pulled our luggage down the porch, greeted the driver and slid into the back seats of the E200. Still not the best of cars but I guess we can't complain. It was a mere 30-minute ride to the airport, and halfway through, Yingling leaned towards me in the back seat of the E200, ran her hands across my crotch, and whispered:
"We should have booked a private villa to ourselves... imagine the fun we could have!"
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"Faster! We're going to be late!" yelled my wife, Yingling. I peered down through the master bedroom window, and saw that our airport transfer - a sleek Mercedes-Benz E200 Avantgarde, had already pulled up to our porch waiting. Yingling flopped through our master suite's door, with her clutch in tow - "Come on, honey, transport here!"
Backtracking a little, we were going on one of the most memorable holidays we would ever embark on, to Bali, together with our best friends, Jon and his wife, Denise. It had been a trip that we had been planning for months, to celebrate both our wedding anniversaries - mine and Yingling's, as well as Jon and Denise's a week later. A little background - Jon had been my best friend since secondary school, the one who saw me through ups and downs, heard and shared things that shouldn't have been shared, been my best man at our wedding, and me as his best man at his wedding a year later on. It so happened that Yingling and Denise clicked so well together, sharing the same interests (of cooking and baking).
Jon runs his own business dealing with import and export - a trade that landed him enough to own a Mercedes SLC and for Denise to not work. I managed to rise up to head the Business Development section in an MNC. We snagged a 5,000 sq ft landed along the Coronation estate, and had pampered ourselves with our dream cars of a C63S AMG (for me) and a Mini Cooper S JCW (for Yingling). Life with Yingling was great, and so was the sex. We were open with each other with our comfort zones, our fetishes, and our desires - we tried and experimented with different ideas, but most importantly of all, we loved each other.
It was at a recent lunch meet-up where Jon broached the topic of getting away together to celebrate our anniversaries. Needless to say, the ladies jumped at the thought of holidaying together, and we eventually decided to splurge a little on a two-bedroom-suite private villa near Seminyak. After all, where's the fun of staying apart when you're obviously there to enjoy together? So with that agreed upon, I called my secretary to help book four return tickets on Singapore Airline's new Boeing 787 Dreamliner to Denpasar Bali.
We pulled our luggage down the porch, greeted the driver and slid into the back seats of the E200. Still not the best of cars but I guess we can't complain. It was a mere 30-minute ride to the airport, and halfway through, Yingling leaned towards me in the back seat of the E200, ran her hands across my crotch, and whispered:
"We should have booked a private villa to ourselves... imagine the fun we could have!"