The Swap

[PatJuz]

camping for more

[chial]

Originally Posted by haikim999

@chial Do you have any lookalike pics of Susan and Janice for us to fantasize? Would appreciate you sharing here, thanks!

Here you go Bro haikim999

Susan


Janice

[BuddieDigest]

dont really look the same lol

[atomicrara]

Camping for more!

[forbet]

Originally Posted by BuddieDigest

dont really look the same lol

If 2 different person look the same then they could be long lost twins

[xcess]

you killin' us. Faster updates please! I'm hooked to this story.

[Pig2019]

Amazing story. TS please update soon!

[antartica]

Originally Posted by chial

Here you go Bro haikim999


Janice

DAMN!
If that's what Boss Janice looks like, I'd even kneel and lick her toes...
Love that power woman look. Very much a turn on.

Until you hit her right buttons and make her ask and beg for more then you know you've won...

[ninjatrat]

dont really look the same lol

[EricPaine]

Originally Posted by BuddieDigest

dont really look the same lol

Originally Posted by ninjatrat

dont really look the same lol

Both of you are twins?

[jurongwestave]

you killin' us. Faster updates please!

[chial]

I swore I could hear my swallowing of my saliva down the throat which let out a loud “gulp” sound. I could feel my palms starting to sweat on the steering wheel.

I dare not turn to meet her eyes. Luckily, we were just a few streets away from home.

We both got down from the car. Tanya walked in front of me in hasten steps. I tried to read Tanya’s facial expression. Was she shocked? Or angry? Or worst still, was she disgusted by my actually wanting to realise that fantasy?

The ride in the lift was unbearable. The tension in that small space was so palpable one could cut it with a knife.

I still dare not meet her eyes.

Back in the house, Tanya went straight into the bathroom.

I thought I should give her some space before I open my mouth. Maybe a shower would make her feel better.

I cracked a cold one and had a puff in the balcony. Something that I rarely do unless I am really stressed.

In my mind, that scene in the car kept playing in my mind. For a moment we were just talking normal, but the moment I asked that question, Tanya went all quiet. It was very unlike her. We usually are able to talk openly about our fantasies, our likes and dislikes. So, what went wrong earlier? I just couldn’t understand. This must be one of the rare episodes where I must have misread Tanya or I was insensitive to her feelings. Whatever it was, I must find out what went wrong so that I can make it up to her.

I heard the hairdryer in the bathroom. I thought that’ll be my cue to go into the room and wait for her to come out and have a chat with her. I even made her favourite tea and brought it into the room.

I paced around the room as I was waiting for her to come out. I was rehearsing what I was to say to her, how I was to say to her, to be seen as a sensitive and tactful husband that I have always been.

In my searching for the right words, my eyes caught sight of the pile of laundry that my wife left outside the bathroom. They were her usual work clothes, including her usual black lace. But what caught my attention was the patch of whiteness on the gusset of her underwear. Given my underwear fetish and my love for my wife’s scent, such sight would rarely go unnoticed by me.

As I lifted that underwear for closer inspection and sniff, what puzzled me was the freshness of the love juice. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were all dried up after a day. But this patch was unusually fresh – the sort I’ll get if I turn my wife on when we are sexting at work and she would send me a photo of how wet her underwear is.

So the question is – when did I turn her on? The last I know was I upset her on the way home, and we have not spoken for at least the last 30 minutes and I am trying to make her feel better.

So when did she get turn on and as a result manifested in the freshness of her pussy juice?

The bathroom door suddenly opened. I chuck the underwear back on the floor.

“Your turn. Any laundry to wash?” said Tanya unemotionally and in a flat voice.

I quickly took off all my clothing and passed it to her.

I then uttered, “I brought you a cup of…” and she has left the room even before I finished my sentence.

I hit the shower feeling all puzzled. I tried to reconcile her reaction since the question and her wet pussy. Could I be thinking too much? Could it just be those discharge that happens without any sexual arousal? Is she still mad at me? So many questions. But I know I just have to apologise to her first and then find out what went wrong.

I was all ready to apologise and talk to her after my shower, but alas, I found her already in bed by the time I got out. Fair enough, it was already close to 1am, she must be tired.

I lay myself down next to her. I gave her a kiss on her shoulder and said goodnight to her but there was no response from her.

I must be dead tired too and also probably stressed out, I fell asleep almost immediately after that.

I do not know what time it was when I was woken up by some muffled noises and some slight movement on the bed.

I was about to reach for my mobile light to see if it was our four-legged kid who must have found herself up into our bed under the covers.

“Errrgghh…”

I froze. That was the unmistakable sound of my wife moaning!

The room was pitch dark and the only audible sound was the aircond.
Then I heard it again, “eerghh..” but this time even softer, like it was restrained from being heard.

Then I felt it, the ever so slight movement on the bed, it was constant and has a rhythm to it.

My wife was masturbating!

I just laid there so quietly and still. Usually, when I find Tanya masturbating, I would have turned to her and joined her.

But given what has happened earlier, it wouldn’t be right. And I didn’t want to embarrass her. I just lay there quietly with a raging boner by then.

She was trying her best not to let her moaning be heard. She was trying her best not to make too much movement either.

And then I could hear her breathing becoming more rapid and the movement on the bed got a bit more intense. I knew she was close. True enough, within seconds, she came. And she let out an almost inaudible sound…

“fuck me…. uncle..”

Usually I would hear “fuck me laogong…” but today it was “uncle”.

I knew precisely who that “uncle” is. The one and only, the zhi zhar uncle.

She was fantasising about the zhi zhar uncle! Or rather, she was STILL fantasising about the zhi zhar uncle!

But why her reaction earlier? And was the wet pussy juice patch a result of my mentioning about me wanting her to suck the zhi zhar uncle’s smelly cock? If she was really turned on, which she was evidently, why was she mad at me?

I am even more confused now.

“Laogong, you can stop pretending to be asleep.”

FUCK! I was caught pretending. Normally I would burst out laughing but not this time given our earlier tension.

“huh… sorry… what time is it?”

I pretended to sound sleepy and not knowing what was happening.

“I am your laopor, I can tell if you are asleep or not from your breathing.”

She called me laogong, and then referred to herself as laopor. I think she is fine already. But I do not want to assume.

“Sorry… i didn’t mean to embarrass you.. “

“You didn’t, you silly. I knew I might woke you up, but I was too horny…”

“Err… before you go on, I think I owe you an apology for offending you earlier and being insensitive to your feelings. I shouldn’t have assumed that you would want to partake in a 4-some with 2 other strangers. I am sorry laop…”

Tanya then out her finger on my lips.

“Shh.. I am the one who should be apologising. I knew I was wrong to react the way I did just now, and ignoring you. I am sorry laogong. I don’t mean to confuse you, but I was a bit taken aback by your suggestion. And as I was processing what you said, I then found myself conflicted by my own feelings. On one hand, I felt a bit disgusted at your suggestion. How could you? these are people we barely know, practically strangers to us. As I was ruminating on the situation, I was then suddenly flooded with this sense of strong arousal. My initial shock was slowly overcome by this sudden and strange wave of arousal. In fact, I was getting wet the moment you parked the car. I felt guilty. That is why I dashed out from the car and couldn’t wait to wash myself off the guilt that I felt.”

My Tanya is back to normal. She has finally opened up to me.

“Laopor, you silly, you should’ve just told me how you felt. Now I feel bad because I made you feel guilty over your own emotions over a stupid fantasy proposal of mine. I am so sor…”

“It’s not that stupid after all.”

My heart skipped a bit. I looked at Tanya.

“If it was stupid, I wouldn’t have fantasised you fucking the auntie while the uncle was dogging me as I masturbated just now. Which by the way, I hope you are not offended by my fantasy…”

“Of course I am not. It was my fantasy to start off with… so you actually masturbated to the uncle dogging you?”

“umm…”

I reached out for her hand and took it to my cock.

“See how hard I am now?”

“I know ah… I don’t have to touch it to know you must be hard when you heard me masturbating and cumming just now.”

I moved closer to Tanya, gave her a kiss on her forehead and rested her on my chest.

The stress I felt earlier has now totally left my body.

“I am so relieved that everything is cleared now laopor.”

“Me too laogong… and I am sorry once again… so, do you like my fresh patch of pussy juice just now?”

“Huh… err… how did you know?”

“Though I was confused and felt guilty, my cheeky side told me to leave my underwear with the gusset facing out with the juices for your attention. And of course I know you took the bait. My cheeky side won… haha..”

“Wahlau, I really kana played by you laopor…”

We both laughed lovingly.

“I love you laopor.”

“I love you too laogong.. and the tea was nice and exactly what I needed to calm my nerves down earlier.”

[DickDassy]

Very nice share TS. Hope to read on the 4some with the zhichar couple!

[chial]

“So, what are you going to do with Susan’s coffee invite?”

“I dunno honestly. Should I accept her invite?”

“Well, to start off with, you don’t even know why she asked you out. It could be she genuinely needed you to help her with something, or she thought she found a friend in you. But my woman instinct is telling me that she is smitten by my laogong. Whether or not she harbours hope to fuck you, I do not know. It could be she is looking for a friend with benefit. Or she is just lonely, lost the chemistry with her husband and she wants to be with someone who can make her heart flutter.”

“Wow laopor, that’s quite an insightful observation that took you less than 5 seconds!”

“That’s why it is called woman’s instinct. We know when our man is desired by someone else. I think you should go, at least for this one time.”

“Ok, I’ll text her in the morning.”

“And… are you going to find out more if she… she wants more than just coffee?”

I smiled at Tanya. I knew what she meant.

“Only if you give me the greenlight and only if you want that fantasy too.”

Tanya blushed. I took that as her way of saying yes.

“I will go with the flow and see where our conversation brings us. If it somehow heads towards intimacy or sex, I will then broach that subject. And don’t worry, nothing will happen without you. And to assure you, this is purely lust, no emotions or feelings involved. Remember our guiding principle into this lifestyle? No feelings involved, purely lust to advance our intimacy,” I said with a smile to Tanya.

“Thank you laogong,” she said with a kiss on my lips.

Her hands then reached out to my cock.

“Does he need to cum too?” asked Tanya cheekily.

Before I could answer, she slid herself underneath the blanket, took off my boxers and started blowing me.

Must be because of all the stress earlier, the fellatio from Tanya tonight was particularly pleasurable. She knew exactly what to do – the right suction intensity, alternating between taking my whole shaft into her mouth slowly to let me feel her lips wrapping around my shaft and taking the time to lick my enlarged mushroom head. I love it best when she used her tongue to lick the underside of my cock from the base all the way to the mushroom head, and using the tip of her tongue to lick the groove between the foreskin and the mushroom head. And then she will repeat it again by taking my whole cock into her mouth. All these while she teases my asshole and perineum.

Suddenly, she uttered this “Imagine it’s Susan blowing you laogong.”

That sent my erection to 110%! I could feel my cock enlarging to the max.

“Uuummm… I like it,” said Tanya realising the change, and started to increase her pace in blowing me.

“Cum for Susan laogong… cum for her…” she said in between working hard for me to cum.

I closed my eyes imagining Susan’s pretty face, her petite frame, her B-cup breast I had a chance to peek… her sweet scent…. her rosy cheeks…

“I am cumming Susan… I am cumming all over your pretty face!”

And as if to play along with my fanstasy, Tanya withdrew my cock from her mouth and let me ejaculate on her face!

“UUrgghh.. laogong… that is a lot!” she said with a slight shock.

“I’m sorry laopor, I am so sorry…. “ I panicked for while at what I have done.

“It’s ok laogong,” she said as she emerged from under the covers with my cum on her mouth and cheeks. “I wanted to help fulfil your fantasy as best as I can.”

She then took some of my cum and swallow it. “Hmm… I wonder if zhi zhar uncle would do the same to me? I wonder how would his cum taste like?”

I smiled at my wife. “Hopefully we will get to find out.”

We washed up and got back to bed, hugging each other tightly. Again, our intimacy was strengthened through our fantasies.

The next day we did our usual routine weekend drill – groceries, brunch, cleaning the house before we both hit the gym – Tanya with her usual jog on the treadmill and some yoga, whereas me hitting the weights. Looking at Tanya in her gym attire, especially her yoga pants, was always a treat not only for me, but all the other guys in the gym. I would be lying if I am not turned on by the fact that my wife’s body attracts other roaming eyes. And of course, sometimes my wife isn’t the only eye candy in the gym. There’s this one Korean MILF who is always in very revealing top because of her huge assets. I heard from Tanya that she just moved into our apartment.

As I was doing my reps, suddenly I got a Wechat message from Susan.

(NB: all conversation with Susan henceforth will be typed in English, although they were originally in Mandarin.)

“Toastbox next Saturday 2pm still ok?”

I just remembered I have not replied her.

“Yes, just let me know which Toastbox.” I replied without any delay.

Susan immediately replied with a smiley face and the location of the Toastbox.

Then came a message from Brian.

“Concall tonight around 10pm can?” he asked both Andy and I.

I half suspect it must be something to do with Janice. I replied ok to him.

My thoughts then came to the Janice issue. Yes, no doubt that session with her was good, and I am actually looking forward to her landing strip pussy hair – but the question now is do we let her join our swap? More importantly, to let her husband join us? Someone who is a total and complete stranger to us all.

But I must say the offer by Janice (assuming she is a woman of her words) that the swap would be the last round to end our predicament was very appealing.

After dinner, Tanya and I spend some time together.

I then told her I have a concall with the boys. She didn’t ask much, she thought it’s our usual TCSS session.

I took a can of beer down to the poolside.

Sharp at 10pm, Brian video-called.

“Wah lau where are you? KTV ah? So dark,” came Andy’s voice once the call got connected.

“I am at the poolside la. Knn, you think I am going to take this call within Tanya’s hearing?”

“True, true.. that’s why I am in my car.. haha,” quipped Andy.

“Ok bros,” came Brian’s serious voice, “Janice has arranged for her husband to meet us next Saturday night. She proposed that we meet him somewhere private – she doesn’t want her husband to meet us in a pub or Starbucks type of place.”

“Wah knn, her husband like some kind of superstar VIP ah? Must meet so secretive meh?” Andy sounded his annoyance.

“I dunno the reason, but that was what she suggested. I thought that might be good for us too – some privacy. What do you think Tom?”

“I suppose that is ok, but where this private place? I am not going to go somewhere birds don’t lay eggs place.”

“I was thinking maybe at my office since I have 24 hours access. And chances of us bumping into anyone is extremely low since it will be on a Saturday night.”

“Ok la, I think that’ll work. And private good also.”

“What about our wives? Will they grow suspicious that we are going out again for the second time in recent weeks without involving them?”

“I suggest we use the same reason we used the last time, that is we are planning another swap which is a surprise for them,” suggested Brian.

I thought about it for a while. He’s bloody right we are indeed planning a surprise for the wives – by introducing a hot MILF and her husband into our swap! But we are left with not much choice.

“Ok can, but Brian no offence, since we are in this predicament because of you, I think you should think of how to convince our wives, and also Andy and I just for show to the wives, that you wish for your boss and her husband to join in our swap.”

“No offence taken, that responsibility I am more than happy to bear. So I will let Janice know next Sat 8pm at my office. I can pick you both up on that day.”

“How much do you know of Janice’s husband?” I asked trying to find out more about this man.

“Honestly, none of us at work knows anything about Janice’s husband. She has never brought him along even when we have gatherings amongst colleagues. In fact, she rarely joins us for such things outside of work. And even in her office, no photographs of her and family. So I am pretty much in the dark as much as you guys. And if you think you can get some clues from her social medias, don’t waste your time. I have checked, nothing on him.”

“Ok, so we will. Just have to see how we go on that night. But let me make it clear, all 3 of us must agree with his participation, and any one of us can veto his participation. Agreed?”

Both Brian and Andy agreed.

So it looks like my next Saturday revolves around meeting potential bonking candidates, how weird.

[chial]

I was a bit apprehensive in the days leading up to Saturday.

So much so that Tanya could tell, but of course she thought it was because of my meeting with Susan. She kept teasing me, asking me what I’ll wear, what fragrance would I be using.

But to be honest, for me it’s about what are we going to talk about? Do we have anything common to talk about? What happens when the dreaded awkward silence takes over the conversation?

Saturday came. I had breakfast with Tanya. She could tell I was slightly nervous.

She held my hand and said, “Just take it like a casual meet with a friend. No pressure laogong. As you said, just go with the flow.”

“Thank you laopor, I will keep you updated. Oh by the way, I am not sure if I can have dinner with you tonight, remember I told you that I am meeting the boys?”

“Oh yes, Amy texted me last night asking Jane and I to go over to her place for dinner. So yeah, don’t worry about me. So is this meet with the boys to plan something? Another swap? Thought you boys met not too long ago.”

“Errr.. we wanted it to be special this time, so more discussion. It’s a surprise.” I just wanted to end that topic. And yes, it sure is going to be a special surprise – sigh.

I made my way to the Toastbox at Great World. I wondered why she suggested this place, apart from the fact that it was quite a distance from my place and her zhi zhar store. I suspect maybe so that her husband does nto see us? But if we are meeting in broad daylight like this, wouldn’t she tell her husband that she is meeting me?

I got to the mall with about 15mins to spare. I walked around for a bit trying to locate Toastbox as I was not familiar with that mall. It was Saturday, the mall was packed. So I thought I better grab a table as soon as I get there.

As I was making my way to Toastbox, Susan messaged me.

“I am in Toastbox already, seated inside, see you soon.”

I wasn’t expecting her to be so early. Somehow, I was very kan-cheong that day. I just couldn’t put my finger on what was actually causing me to feel so many butterflies. It’s like having a date with a crush all over again.

I reached Toastbox and I looked inside. She waved at me, she was seated at the end of the shop, tucked in the corner – which I thought was good.

As I was walking towards her, I could see she was in her gym attire. She was wearing a sports bra liked top with yoga pants! OMG, this was the least that I needed to help me with my butterflies.

“Hey, you are here.” She greeted me with a smile.

“Sorry I am a bit late,” I don’t even know why I said that although I wasn’t.

“No, it’s me who is early. Oh by the way, I wasn’t sure what you want, but I have ordered for you – coffee and Mee Siam. If you don’t eat, I can eat – I am very hungry!” she said with a sort of giggle.

“Oh thank you.”

I could see sweat trickling down at the back of her neck with her hair tied up in a ponytail.

She noticed me noticing.

“Sorry, I am in such a mess. I just finished my yoga class, that’s why I am sweating.” She said apologetically and was busy wiping her sweat with a small towel.

“No need to apologise. You do yoga every weekend?”

“No, haha, actually I just started, my 3rd class. It is so tough, but I want to do it, to do some exercise. It is fun. Do you do yoga?”

Before I could answer, the food token buzzed. I went and pick up our orders.

“I can’t do yoga, not so flexible. But my wife does,” I said as I was placing our food on the table. I don’t even know why I mentioned Tanya at the very start of our conversation.

“Speaking of your wife, does she know you are meeting me?” Susan asked.

I wasn’t sure if I should tell her the truth, but I figure I should. After all, this meeting was with Tanya’s blessing, and whatever else that may come out of it.

“Yes, she knows about it.”

“And she didn’t mind?”

“No. What about your husband, does he know?”

“I told him that I am meeting a friend after yoga but I didn’t tell him who it was. I am sorry.”

“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about. You don’t owe me any explanation.” I looked at her and smiled.

“Come, let’s eat!” Susan said.

We were just chatting about trivial stuff as we ate – our work, the crazy hot weather of late, etc.

“You don’t mind me asking, but would your husband be upset if he knows you are meeting another man?”

“I don’t know to be honest. I don’t even know if he cares,” she said with a tinge of sadness.

“I seldom come out, so maybe it never crossed his mind to even find out where I was going or who I am meeting. All these years with him are spent either at work or at home. And now that we run our stall together, we see so much of each other that sometimes I think he feels better if I am not around. He used to follow me back to Perak during holidays but in the last 2 years I have been going back by myself.”

“I don’t have a lot of friends here in Singapore, mostly ex-colleagues from old workplace. All my family members are in Malaysia. And the other day when I bumped into you, I had a fight with him. He was supposed to come out with me to buy a present for my nephew, but last minute he decided to stay home.”

Susan paused and took a sip of her coffee.

“I suppose we have been rather unhappy in recent years. What more especially because I failed to bear a child for him.”

Although I was expecting to learn more about her today, I wasn’t prepared for it to take such a serious and sad tone.

“I am sorry to hear that,” was all I could utter. “But, he treats you well, does he not?”

“I suppose you can say so. He is a good man – no gambling or going to KTV like most of his friends do. His only bad habit is smoking. Other than that, he does take care of me. He even make sure every month to send some money to my parents. I know I shouldn’t complain about him, I should count myself lucky to have him. But sometimes…”

She stared on the table, trying to string her next sentence.

“Sometimes… I am also a woman. I need a man to love me, to care about me, to take care of my needs the way a woman would want to be taken care of.”

That was when I knew the conversation is taking a turn into something more personal. But I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I’d rather let her do most of the talking and let her guide the flow of the conversation.

Sensing my quietness, Susan asked me “Do you know what I mean?”

I just nodded my head.

“I know he is not a professional like you, working in airconditioned office. I also know myself, and that I count myself lucky to even meet Ah Hock. He was caring in his own ways and when he courted me, I felt like I was the luckiest girl in the whole RWS workplace. He used to bring me lunch that he secretly cooked and we would sit in some stairwell and have lunch together. It may not be much, but to me it was more than enough for me. So when he asked me to marry him, I did not hesitate even for a moment.”

“But after we got married, we tried so hard to have a baby. Maybe because of my age, I just couldn’t conceive. We thought of going to Indonesia and adopt, but it was too expensive. But I still did my wife duty – I never said no to him each and every time he wants it. I never fail to satisfy him. And he has a very big sexual appetite – 4-5 times a week. I asked around my other girlfriends – they said for them at most 2-3 times or sometimes once a week.”

“And women being women, we share our sexual lives with each other. From my conversation with them, I found out that not all of us are satisfied with our sex lives. Some are not getting enough, their husbands do not want to do it with them anymore – they go KTV. Some are like me, husbands want a lot and at the same time satisfy them too. But for me, Ah Hock wants a lot of sex, but he does not satisfy me anymore. He used to be gentle and will make me satisfy. But in recent years, after he has cum, he will just leave me there. I feel not loved, I feel unwanted. I feel like I am a sex toy to him.”

She must have realised she has gone on and on, and I have been quiet.

“I am so sorry… so sorry… I don’t know why I am sharing all this with you…”

“It’s ok… we are all adults here. And the fact that you are willing to tell me, that means you trust me and take me as a friend.” I said to her with a reassuring smile.

“And maybe that is why…. When I bumped into you the other day, I just wanted to feel the feeling of being with another person… I am sorry I used you.”

“Don’t say that. You did not use me. Take me as a friend.”

“Thank you. You are really kind. Every time I see you and your wife, I do feel envy. I can imagine how lucky your wife is. And you are a very nice person.” She looked at me shyly as she said that.

“Thank you for the compliment.”

“So I told myself, even if I can just experience having coffee with someone like you, I will feel very satisfied, even if today is the last time, I can understand.”

“Huh, why would today be the last time? You moving back to Malaysia?”

“No, but I don’t think your wife would allow you to continue meeting me after I have told you that I am a lonely auntie who feels unloved by her husband. Wouldn’t you be scared that I want to do more with you other than coffee?”

That was the first time Susan has been so forward in her language with me.

“You should know by now that I do like you, but whether or not in a sexual way, I cannot tell yet. But I do enjoy being with you, and I do enjoy the attention you give me, even when it was those 5-10 minutes interaction at my store.”

Attention that I gave her? Was I that obvious? And could she also be referring to my prying eyes of her, especially that downblouse incident?

“Err.. I am sorry I looked into your blouse that time.. I swear it was an accident, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Susan smiled at me, “it’s ok. I don’t mind it at all. And if I can show it to someone I like, I am happy.”

My face blushed. I didn’t know what else to say. I thought hard for a moment.

“You can be sure that this will not be the last time we meet. I take you as a friend if you take me as a friend.”

“But wouldn’t you be scared that I might want more than just being a friend?”

“Not only I am not scared, but I can make it even more exciting for you.” I decided this was the right time to broach the subject.

“Do you have more time? Shall we continue this conversation somewhere else more private?”

Susan immediately blushed.

“But ... but... I am not ready…” she said.

“No no, I am sorry, I don’t mean that… yet… But we are getting there,” I felt bad for making her feel embarrassed.

I could see her confused look. She must be thinking if I am a pervert.

“Don’t worry I won’t harm you. Let me send you home and we can continue talking in the car.”