My Extra Marital Affairs

[Gunblader]

"This was just the incident that changed my life totally. If brudders here like what you have read, I would try to find time to continue with my encounters with Janet as well as my other affairs that includes my classmate from my part time night class and wife’s sister, just to name a few."

How many % of ur story is truth?
BTW, u had encounter wif ur wife's sis? Can't wait to read that too.

[tittyhawk]

We all are men after all.. Pls continue if any...

[omnibook]

pls continue your writing , looking forward.......

[glenn553]

Well done bro, excellent story, keep it up

[funfox]

Was a good read bro.............. amasing contribution. Pls continue soon.

Cheers!

[Sinfulman]

Originally Posted by blackheart

Thank you brudder Gabrielle and brudder Sinfulman for your compliments. Yes, drowning her with alcohol and having unconsented act was truly cowardly. I offered no excuse. At that point, I was a mad man consumed with only lust to screw the woman of my dreams. I am not here to seek glory for my beastly act nor am I encouraging others to follow suit. I just hope to provide reading pleasure to all of you.

Dear Bro Blackheart,

As a man I also admit I do have such though's of screwing my dream woman using your method but lack courage & guts to do it...

Well since you can share your experience here I guess she must have already decided to leave with that fact getting bonk by the man that had help her soooo much.... Sigh!!! Eric cannot imagine if he knows about it (Hope he's not one of the samster)....

Reading your story was indeed a great pleasure!!!

Sinfulman

[blackheart]

Dear brudders, I apologize that I could not find time to continue on my story over the weekend. Will try to continue writing over the next few days. Please bear with me little longer.

[blackeagle10]

Bro,

Great story. At least U are honest about committing a heinous crime under S375 which u will spend trime at Changi Hotel served with few strokes of rotan too.

You should be commended for not demanding sex from her as in the other thread like bro fat29 whose behaviour towards friend's beautiful wife is despicable. In that case the husband after the wife's experience with his freinds decided to pimp her out instead!

Anyway in yr case she still go back to her husband who still love her( I hope)



Look forward to yr continuation.

Cheers

Fantastic story, and there's a smoking break included too

Please continue

[fujitsueseries]

wah... bro blackheart... that's a damn nice story going on... more please... i'm camping on this thread today

[Frankiestine]

You fucking bastard you fucking blackheart...you are the scum of mankind.....but keep it cumming, the monster just love all the dirt you are dishing out....

[suckcock]

Originally Posted by blackheart

Dear brudders, I apologize that I could not find time to continue on my story over the weekend. Will try to continue writing over the next few days. Please bear with me little longer.

Your stories accompanied me while I pcc.. few days more?? die liao la...\\

Be quick!

[blackheart]

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I wasn’t sure what time it was. I had forgotten to draw the curtains and the sun was now shining into my bedroom. I reckoned it was around 7+. Janet was still lying motionless beside me. I didn’t dare get up as my plan of how to deal with what happened last night depended on my acting blur. I lay there for almost half an hour when the silence was broken by the ringing of her handphone. I quickly shut my eyes, pretending to be fast asleep. The phone rang for a while and I was wondering if she would ever get up to answer it. She suddenly stirred and sat up. I peeped through the corner of my eyes and saw her rampaging through her handbag hurriedly to take the call as the sheets dropped to her waist, exposing her perfectly rounded breasts.

“Hello?” she greeted the caller in a sleepy tone. A moment of silence passed.
“No mom. I am staying over at a friend’s place. Don’t worry, nothing happened. I am safe. Will be back later,” she replied to the caller in Mandarin.
“Ok. Bye bye.”

I continued to peep at her actions as she placed the phone back into her handbag and started looking around. It seemed to take her a few minutes before getting her bearing straight as she lifted the sheets to find both of us totally naked under. I shut my eyes tight, anticipating the barrage that might be coming my way.

“Shit,” she cried out as she started shaking me to get me awake.
“Ya? What happened?” I replied as I slowly open my eyes, pretending to be in a state of concussion.
“God. Ben, what happened last night? Why are we on your bed, totally naked? Shit, what did we do last night?” she said hysterically.

I looked at her for a few moments, pretending to regain my senses. Damn, her breasts looked so big and delicious hanging downwards as she sat there. I sat upright and pulled the sheets upwards, pretending to check my body.

“Oh shit. Did we have sex last night? Damn, I can’t really remember what happened. Shit!” I said under pretence of anger.
“What did you mean did we? Shit, my down there is fill with dried up sperm. You don’t remembered what we did? God, I am fucked this time,” she shot back as she started to sob.
“God, I am sorry Janet. Let me think, we drinking and then we started to strip and then, oh no, I think I remember putting my thing inside you. Oh god, what I have done?” I said with a remorseful tone.
“Damn, I think I remembered something going into my vagina. God, I can’t recall. It was your penis? Oh my god, why did I get drunk?” she replied as her tears started to flow.

At this very moment, I felt so guilty. However, I could not afford to blow it. Sympathy was not the order of the day. I kept a remorseful face. There was total silence, other than her sobbing sounds. Time seemed to have been frozen. Suddenly, she cried out,

“Oh god. Ben, please tell me you didn’t ejaculated into me. Shit did you?” she asked in fear.
“I, er. I can’t be sure. Wait, oh god, I think I did. Yes, I remember now. I did,” I replied, trying my best to act forgetful.
“You did! God, I am in deep shit now. It’s my fertile period damn it. Why didn’t you use a condom?” she sort of shouted at me.
“I. . don’t remember Janet. Things happened so fast and I was so high on alcohol. Wait a minute. You don’t have to worry Janet. You remembered? I got low sperm count. That’s why I don’t have children until now.” I said stuttering.
“You sure? Shit lah, I don’t anything now. Where are my clothing?” she said in a fluster.

She got out of bed and started to look around for her clothing. I told her that she was in a mess and that she should go take a bath while I went to look for it. I guess by now she was completely lost and confuse. She did as she was told while I went to the hall to retrieve her clothing. I collected them and went into the bathroom. In her haste, she had not even locked the door. I stared at her through the shower cubicle and she let the running water flowed down her body. It was my first glimpse her totally naked in a standing position. God, she had such a beautiful figure. Great tits, flat tummy and nice ass. I had an instant hard on again.

She got out and dried herself. I apologize that I could not find her bra. She didn’t seem to care. She quickly put on whatever there was and rushed out of the bathroom. She picked up her handbag and headed to the hall. I followed, admiring her nice ass from the back.

“Hey Janet, give me a minute okay? I will send you home,” I offered.
“No Ben. I need to be alone. I need to clear my mind. I need to be away from you right now. God, I don’t believe we did what we did. Shit!” she exclaimed as she bent down to put on her shoes, giving me a full downblouse view of her huge knockers.
“I understand. Janet, please wait for a moment. I will get you a jacket. You can’t go on the streets without your bra,” I said, with my eyes still fixed upon her assets.

She nodded and I went off to get the jacket. I returned to the hall and pass it to her. She took it and left hurriedly, without even saying good-bye. I took a seat on my sofa, please that I manage to come of this episode without much of a trouble. I knew it was still early days. How she would react once she regained her composure was still a question mark. Would she be able to recall the incidents that had occurred? Would she have any recollection of what I had done? I wasn’t too sure but I also knew it was beyond my control now. Only time will tell. I told myself to give her a few days and I will then try to meet her up to ascertain how much of damage has been done to our relationship. Satisfied that things were still going as planned, I went back to bed.

[blackheart]

A few days passed without any communication between us. Finally, I decided to call her up for dinner on Wednesday. She didn’t seem to want to talk to me much as her answers to my questions were mostly mono-syllabus. She also rejected my offer to meet for dinner, giving some lame excuse that she was busy at work. I guess she still hasn’t recovered from the ordeal. I didn’t push it and merely said no problem, suggesting we can meet when she felt better. The same thing happened on Friday. I was beginning to get frustrated. While I was glad that she didn’t seem to be hostile to me, her refusal to meet up with me also meant that I had no chance to further my motives. By now, I had already overcome my guilt and was now consumed by lust. While barely a few months ago, having her suck my cock was a merely a remote fantasy, let alone having sex, I was now totally consumed greed. The earlier euphoria of finally fucking her has all but dissipated. I wanted more. I wanted to fuck her again badly. I wanted her wide-awake while we consummated. I wanted to hear her moan as I ram into her pussy repeatedly. No, I told myself. The current situation was not acceptable. I had to find a way to get her out and allow me to work my charms on her again. I had to be able to meet her face to face. I had to find ways to convince her to want to continue our tryst.

Another week had passed and I called her again. While she sounded livelier, she again rejected my offer for a dinner meeting. I was desperate now. I told her I needed to meet her badly as I laden with guilt and that her continual rejection was making my life miserable. At one point, I even threatened to wait outside her office everyday after work until she agree to meet up. I must have been pretty convincing as she finally agreed to meet up on Friday evening.

As agreed, I picked up on Friday from her workplace. She wasn’t in her usual dresses today. She was dressed quite casually with a sleeveless blouse and jeans. It didn’t matter to me. It was what that was underneath that interest me as we headed for the Riverview Hotel for dinner. I deliberately choose this place, as it wasn’t very crowded. We reached the restaurant and manage to secure a corner table by the river. Nope, there wasn’t any wine for this evening. She was adamant about it. We ordered something light and started our conversation. We spoke about many things. I kept apologizing profusely about that night’s incident and tried to paint a very remorseful picture of myself. As the night drew on, I could sense she didn’t really blame me and had even place the bulk of the fault on her. I continued to remonstrate myself and soon she was the one who started consoling me, asking me to forget the whole episode.
I realized I was making headway again and I started to play on her feelings. As we talked on, I kept indirectly bringing up the help I have rendered her. I sensed she was beginning to feel guilty knowing that I had indeed offered her a lot of help. At one point, I even casually mentioned about the loan I had given her and that I was having a hard time trying to replace the money as my wife was starting to ask about it. Upon hearing this, she started apologizing for the trouble she had given me. Timing was important if I was going to get anything at all tonight. I switch the topic over to myself in a hope to gain sympathy from her. I complained about my frustrations over the past 2 weeks. About my guilt over her, the frustrations with my wife, who not only didn’t give me sexual satisfaction, but also kept nagging me about where my money had gone to, blah blah. I guess she was very naive or maybe she was just too trusting of me. She begin to ask what she can do to help me, even asked if paying me a portion of the money will help. I told her the money wasn’t a big deal as I could still give some excuses to delay the situation but that I guess my main problem was sexual frustrations.

At the mention of this, she went completely silent and I was now in limbo. Had I brought up the topic too early? Should I retreat or should I press on? I decided to gamble. I asked if we could go back to doing what we did previously. I was even quick to apologize for asking such a stupid thing and that I understand it would be impossible for us anymore. There was complete silence. I looked at her and tried to read her mind. Her body language showed she was uncomfortable but yet she didn’t reject me outright. Was her guilt and sense of owing me something playing games with her mind? I pressed on with my luck, alternating between making suggestions to continue our tryst and rejecting my own idea as being stupid and insensible. She continued her silence and I was beginning to feel like a fool talking to himself. Suddenly, she spoke out softly.

“Ben, you will feel happy if I agree to what you are asking?”

I kept silent. “Tell me honestly, you want it is it?” she asked again.
“I would be lying if I said no, Janet. As much as I would really want it, I don’t you to feel I am pressuring you into it,” I lied.
“I know what you mean. Honestly, I don’t really want to do it. It just seemed so wrong to do it after what happened but I know you want it. I will do it if you really want,” she said, unconvincingly.

I guess at this point in time, we were both playing out a psychological battle. I felt I had the upper hand, as she seemed to carry a heavy burden of needing to show gratitude for me help thus far. I could have walked away from it all, there and then, regaining my righteousness and redeeming my earlier crimes. I could have released her from her demons but I choose not to. I was already too engrossed in wanting to fulfill the emptiness in me. No, I had to strike while the iron is hot. I excuse myself saying I needed to take a smoke (gee, what a lame excuse as we were in an open space and smoking was permitted). I quickly walked out of the restaurant and headed for the hotel reception. It must have been one of the fastest room registrations as I signed everything and got my room key within minutes and went back to Janet. I sat down and looked at her for a few minutes without talking. She fiddled with her fingers, waiting for a signal from me. She must have found the silence unbearable.

“Janet, I have thought about it. I really want it. I want to rekindle those good times we had previously. I don’t want to lie to you. I want it very badly. But I want you to be sure you want to do it. I will give you a few moments to think about it carefully. I am going to pay for the bill and you can decide if we should go on,” I said as I moved away towards the cashier.

I quickly went to the cashier and paid the bill in double quick time. I then rushed up to the hotel room and settled inside. I immediately took out my phone and SMS her. I told her the room number I was in and that I would be waiting for her. I told her that if she was willing, she can come up but if she felt it was wrong, she can leave and I will never ever asked for it again. I was playing more mind games now. I turned on some music and sat down to have a smoke. The wait was on.

[blackheart]

The minutes passed slowly and soon I had finished my cigarette. My heart was pumping hard. The agony of not knowing if I was going to be triumph or not was unbearable. I was confident I had played a successful game psychology but yet there was a tingling feeling that I might have blown it all by leaving the final decision to her. But I had to. The next phase that I had planned for demanded her to be a willing party. If she was willing to come up to the room on her own accord, I would then have a chance to proceed beyond the petting that was originally planned for. Any less and the chance for sex would be as remote as me fathering a child naturally.

I lighted up a second cigarette and waited anxiously. I was halfway done through when doorbell sounded. My heart was pumping vigorously now, just like a young kid awaiting the arrival of his first ever fuck. I quickly snubbed out the cigarette and went towards the door. I opened it and there was Janet standing there, looking nervous. I took her hands and led her into the room as I closed the door behind us. She was like a lost child standing there, not knowing what to do. I held her close to me and started to kiss her on the lips. Her response was nonchalant. I didn’t mind nor cared. I continued to kiss her as I push my tongue into her mouth, in search of her tongue. I broke away and took her handbag from her hands. I placed it on the dressing table as I led her towards the bed. We sat down at the front edge as I looked into her lovely eyes.

“I am so glad you came up Janet. I really want you badly but was afraid you would leave me,”
“It’s okay. I know you wanted it badly but were afraid of hurting me. You have done so much for me and this is only thing I can do to repay you for now,” she said in a sincere tone.

God, I was such a bastard. Not only had I raped her barely 2 weeks ago, I had now manage to put on such a convincing act that she thinks she still owe me. To think that I have managed to make her feel indebted to me after all that has happened almost pricked my conscience. Here was a gentle and beautiful woman, who had been subjected to all sort of heinous acts by myself, willing to continue to provide sexual satisfaction to me was incomprehensible. However, I was no longer the Ben I used to be. For my next plan to work, I had to put her under such kind of duress. No, I should feel elated that I had been successful. The sexual fulfillment I intend to attained for tonight hinges on her behaving exactly as she is now.

“Let’s not talk about all this now. Let us just enjoy this intimate moment,” I said as I placed my finger to her lips.

I leaned forward to kiss her again. Our lips locked as she reciprocated this time. My hands went round to her back as I gently stroke her back while she placed both her hands round my neck. I moved my lips to her neck as I kissed them lightly, while smelling her silky hair. My hands were now on her chest as I started to fondle her breasts through her blouse while she closed her eyes to savour my touches (or maybe she was just feeling guilty and didn’t want to witness what I was doing). I started to undo the buttons of her blouse and then pulled it out from her jeans when they were all undone. I resume my fondling of her breasts, through her bra now, as I continue to kiss her neck and shoulders.

It was only about 9pm and the night was young. I wanted to go slow, to put her at ease, before I attempt to charm her into sex. I was determined to make her be completely submissive. I was going to make sure I get consented sex with her tonight. I was determined to fulfill my destiny.

I continued my delicate touches as I felt her muscles relaxing, warming up to my touches. Her initial reservations were slowly evaporating, yet I knew I couldn’t afford to rush yet. I knew I had to continue to go slow, to bring her to the point of no return where she would throw all final inhibitions out of the window and consented to sex with me.

I continued to fondle her breasts from the outside of her bra, occasionally sliding my hands to press her nipples through the top of her bra. By now, her nipples were already erected and she was letting her soft moans. Her eyes were still shut and she made no attempt to touch me. I lowered my head to her chest and pulled down her bra cup to expose her breast. I suck on them softly, using my tongue to tickle her nipples. I stopped momentarily to remove her blouse and reached to her back to unhook her bra. Her huge melons sprang downwards as they were relieved from the constraints of her bra. I carefully remove her bra and threw on to the dressing table. I resume my oral massages of her breasts as she placed both her hands on to the bed for support, while enjoying the pleasures I was giving her. I continued to give her breasts oral pleasures for a few more minutes before I stood up and started to unbutton my shirt. She seemed to know what I wanted as she leaned forward to help unfasten my belt and pants. I removed my shirt and threw them one side, just as she pulled both pants and undies down to my ankles, as my manhood sprang forward.

I moved nearer towards the bed as she shifted forward. She held my cock in her hands as she kissed the tip lightly. Lifting it upwards, she started a slow licking motion, from my balls up to the tip of my cock. I was in heaven again. It has been awhile since I last had such a sensual oral stimulation of my sensitive organs from Janet. I stood motionless, letting out soft moans of ecstasy as she continued to stimulate me orally. Having had enough of licking me, she then guided my thick shaft to her mouth as I watch it went inside inches by inches. I was very hard by now and she tried to no avail in taking it entirely into her mouth. I felt the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat as she started to deep throat me. Her sucking was heavenly as she slurps on it again and again, just like a child taking to her favourite lollipop. A minute or 2 went by and she now had her hands wrapped round my butt she increased her sucking frenzy. I felt the orgasmic sensation building up and realize it was too early to explode. I motion for her to stop, much to her surprise and lowered her on to the bed. I bent down and started to remove her jeans. With one swift motion, I pulled them down as she shifted her ankles to aid me in removing them. I stepped out of my own pants and removed my shoes and socks. I looked at her body again. There she was, lying down with her legs dangling by the edge of the bed. I knelt down and spread her legs wide, pulling her butt to the edge of the bed.