Chapter 3

3 days after my ordeal, Jeremy called me again, for his so-called, “round 2.” It coincided with my husband’s business trip to Indonesia. I wept, thinking when would this going to end, if ever.

My supportive husband knew there isn’t much of a choice either. His wife’s naked photos, of being fucked and the shot of cum that was in my open mouth can easily be uploaded if I do not agree to it. It would certainly ruined my career and our life together. One of Jeremy’s friends sent a parcel to my house, containing the outfit I had to wear.

It was a halter-neck white top that is tied around my neck. It made my 38D breasts protrude even more. A matching white skirt (actually its more like a piece of short cloth) was also provided. I was supposed to wear it with the heels that was provided before. Never in my 46 years of living had I ever wore this revealing.

My driver sent me to the neighbourhood again, but this time my husband wasn’t with me, as he had already went for his business trip the day before.

My driver, Sani, is a young man, about 24 years in age. He had worked for us for 2 years, and he has to support his ailing parents. We took him in more out of pity, and so far we had been very satisfied with his work.

The moment I sat in the car with the ridiculous outfit, he was shocked.

“Good afternoon Ma’am” was all he said, knowing that he isn’t supposed to ask me any reason I want to go to a certain destination. I liked that boy.

Once reached, I alighted at the same spot, telling Sani I’ll call him once I’m ready to go home. Again I walked up to the same flight of stairs up to the 5th floor, in the heat of the Singapore afternoon sun, ignoring the gawking and woof whistles by the men sitting around.

Don’t they have a job to go to, I wondered.

Once I reached up, sure enough Jeremy is there waiting, with his friends. My heart was pumping and I sweat like a pig, as I’m certainly isn’t used to walk up stairs, let alone 5 flights.

They ordered me to enter the house. Kumar couldn’t help it and grabbed my butt when I walked past.

“Boys, I insist you all to stop this nonsense, please,” I said, but they just laughed and pushed me to the dirty couch in the living room.

For some reason, I actually already felt moisture in my pussy. This time some kid by the name Liew took out a black vibrator and placed it on my pussy lips. I squirmed around, the sensation was so good. I tried to prevent myself from cumming, I do not want the boys to have the satisfaction of making me cum. But after a few minutes, I could stand it no longer, and some had even started to suck on my erected nipples. I exploded in an orgasm frenzy, and even squirted pussy juice to the boys, ‘ faces. I surprised even myself, I never done that before.

I lay down breathless, while the boys congratulated Liew for a job well done. Liew was beaming all around, obviously very proud of himself.

Jeremy then moved and sat beside me. He kissed me again, and as he did he untied the haltertop behind my neck.