Message-ID: <17510eli$9811240426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Kristen78@aol.com Subject: "Adventure in Singapore" (Part 1) by Anonymous Author (mmf,wife sharing) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <39d9d435.365984d4@aol.com> NEW STORY ---------------------------- cut here ------------------------- ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: sindapor.txt (mf,wife sharing) Authors name: (Name Withheld by Request) Story title : Adventure in Singapore (Daniel) ------------------------------------------------------- (c) Copyright 1998 This work is copyrighted to the author, with all rights reserved. -- This work may be archived and displayed on non-commercial web sites without permission, but please do not remove the author name or address. Thank you ------------------------------------------------------- Adventure in Singapore -Daniel PART ONE OF TWO by eyesnthyz@aol.com The following is based on events experienced by the author and her husband in Singapore in the 1970s It was about nine o'clock on a hot Singapore evening... The evening had started quietly with a pool-side bar- becue, and around eight, it had spilled back into the main club bar. The Malay band was playing soft romantic music and in the dimly lit room, couples were dancing closely. Everyone was still dressed in beach clothing and the fans turned very slowly, barely moving the warm, sultry air. Ann was wearing a pale blue bikini which showed off her golden tan, and she had tied a yellow silk sarong around her waist as a make-shift skirt when they had moved indoors. Her long fair hair was tied behind her neck with a blue ribbon. Her feet were bare, and her only jewelry was her shining, almost-new wedding ring. She and James danced only with each other, and were clearly very much in love... Sometime during the evening Ann and James snuck out of the club and walked off into the darkness amid the palms and ferns that lined the beach. When they return- ed to the bar some half hour later, Ann's eyes were shining and her bikini bottom was stuffed in the pocket of James's shorts. They picked up their drinks and wandered onto the wide patio and stood looking out over the Straits towards the dark mass of mainland Johore. Suddenly a rich, deep voice spoke out of the gloom, "Enjoy your walk?" A set of brilliant white teeth smiled at them from the dark face of the American Marine Sergeant who had earlier asked Ann to dance and had looked so disap- pointed when she had made her excuses. Ann lowered her head in embarrassment as James chuckled and said "We certainly did, thank you." "How about that dance now, Ma'am?" ... again the teeth flashed in a smile. James pushed Ann gently towards the tall American and murmured "Go ahead, darling, I'll wait here." He stood on the patio and watched as the couple walked onto the dance floor and swung into the rhythm of the music. He looked at the slim body of his wife as she moved gracefully in the arms of the stranger, and again he felt a surge of desire in his belly. Then he remem- bered the tiny blue bikini pants in his pocket and his heart leapt. He looked up just as the band changed into a Latin- American rhythm and the couples on the floor began to move with much more abandon... As Ann began to move faster, the thin material of her sarong clung to her hips and thighs and it was im- mediately obvious that she was not wearing anything beneath the yellow silk. James prayed that he had made a good knot when he had re-tied the garment around his young wife's waist just a few minutes earlier. The dance ended without mishap and the couple rejoined him on the patio. Ann was breathless and radiant as she came over and kissed him lightly on the lips. She turned and stood leaning with her back against him, breathing hard as she smiled at the American. "Thank you, Daniel, that was really fun!" Again the white teeth flashed in the handsome dark face. "My pleasure, Ann!" He raised his eyes and grinned at James, and continued "Your lovely wife has a great sense of rhythm!" James returned his smile, "She certainly knows how to move her body!" The tall stranger chuckled, but said nothing, only returning his gaze to Ann's slim figure and nodding with pleasure. Ann leaned her head back against James's shoulder and closed her eyes. She could sense the man's eyes remov- ing her bikini top and whisking away the silk of the sarong wrapped around her waist. She realized that the idea aroused her and she squirmed uncomfortably against her husband. James felt her movement and the blood surged to his loins, as he grasped the fact that his wife was really excited by this man. He barely breathed the words in her ear. "He wants you..." Ann froze, and then almost imperceptibly moved her bottom against her husband's swelling. James was trembling as he whispered, "Do that again if you want him, too..." There was a short pause, and then he felt her move against him and he almost groaned with the feelings of pure lust that flooded through his mind and body. James looked around the patio and saw other couples standing nearby in the darkness. He glanced at the stranger and murmured in a strangled voice that neither he nor Ann recognized. "Shall we go for a walk?" In silence they moved along the beach away from the sounds of the club. The bright tropical moon lit them with a silver light and soon the only sound was the soft hiss of the sea on the white sand. They stopped walking, and the tall dark-skinned American stood back and looked at the couple, Ann reached up and put her arms around James's neck and kissed him hard. Returning her kiss, he reached behind her and unfastened the tie of her bikini top. Then he gently turned her around so that she was facing the dark shape of the American. The moonlight gleamed on the swell of her naked breasts and she heard the sharp intake of breath as the man stared at her. She felt the blood flow into her nipples making them harden with excitement. She saw the man slowly unfasten his white shirt and throw it aside. She trembled as he unbuckled his belt and let his shorts slip to the sand. He kicked them away and stood silhouetted against the moon. Ann dimly sensed her husband's fingers fumbling with the knot at her waist and then felt the silk slide from her hips. She felt the cool night air wrap itself around her belly and thighs like the touch of some ghostly lover, and then she felt the gentle push of James's unsteady hands. In a daze she stepped forward into the arms of the stranger... Every sense was quivering with a nervous energy as she felt the touch of the stranger on her bare shoulders and she shuddered as he gently turned her to face her husband. She felt him pull her back against his naked body and bit her lip as she felt his erection press against her buttocks. Then his hands were softly moving over her body and she leaned back against his chest with a lit- tle moan. James moaned, too, as he saw the stranger's hands caressing the nude, pale body of his wife. He stepped back and sank to the sand, watching as the man bent forward to kiss her neck. He saw her squirm in the grasp of the American and he moaned again as she parted her legs allowing the man's roaming hand to explore her sex. As she felt the fingers of the American part the lips of her sex, Ann opened her eyes and looked at James lying on the sand a few feet away. She saw the look of sheer lust on her husband's face and suddenly realized that this was really happening... Then she felt the big man seizing her hips. Obediently she leaned forward and groaned with pleasure as she felt the probing head of his penis slide between the lips of her drenched sex. She was slick with her own juices, still mingled with James's sperm from earlier, and the stranger's penis slid easily into her belly. She gasped as he filled her with his thick shaft, her body trembling with delight. Daniel stood still for a moment or two, feeling the muscles deep in Ann's belly grasping his penis, then he carefully withdrew his shaft from her body. She sobbed and tried to hold him inside her, but he gently turned her to face him and bent forward to kiss her on her lips. Ann flung her arms around his neck and eagerly allowed him to lift her by her thighs, so that she was raised and then lowered to be impaled on his glistening shaft. She desperately wrapped her legs around his thighs, clinging to his body, while her sex devoured his thick black penis. James watched as Ann moaned in the arms of the American, and then he groaned in an agony of lust as she suddenly arched her body backwards and cried out into the night as a massive orgasm began to wrack her body. The man staggered but remained upright as the woman in his grasp heaved violently and then slowly subsided into a sobbing whimper against his chest. He looked at James and muttered "What...?...where...?" James rose to his feet and nodded towards the car-park. "Let's take her home!" Gently the big man lifted Ann from his still rigid penis and cradled her in his arms. Then he tenderly lowered her to her feet. Unsteadily she fastened the sarong around her body and the American slipped into his shorts. Avoiding the main building they quietly made their way to James's car and headed from the Base towards their house at Sembewang. The stranger sat quietly in the rear of the car while Ann sat beside James in the front. Ann kept glancing up at James's face as they drove through the deserted streets, but all she could see was a look of concentration on his face as he stared straight ahead into the darkness. When they drew up at the villa James switched off the engine and looked at his wife, curled up on the seat beside him. She looked steadily into his face and he could see love in her eyes. He raised his eyebrows in a silent question, and saw her slowly blink once in reply. He smiled gently and turned to Daniel. "Here we are! Let's go right in." They entered the empty villa and James lit a single kerosene lamp, while Ann poured each a glass of rich, red wine. Her hand was a little unsteady as she handed the glass to the stranger. Daniel's teeth flashed in a smile as he accepted the drink and raised his glass in a toast, "To a very beautiful lady and her husband!" He looked at his watch. It was just after midnight. "And to me... on my fortieth birthday!" Ann sipped her drink and looked thoughtful. 'This man is almost old enough to be my father!' 'My god!' she realized, 'He is old enough to be my father!' She rose and placed her drink on a small table. "I really must have a shower!" "So must we..." The men showered first and returned to the lounge, each wearing a towel wrapped around their waist. While Ann showered, James and Daniel sat side by side on the settee, in silence, not daring to speak lest they destroy the atmosphere of charged sexuality that existed in the dimly lit room. They both sighed with relief when Ann re-entered the room and they started to rise as she approached. She held up a hand to stop them and they sank back onto the settee as she walked over to pick up her unfinished drink. Ann had put on a garment that James had always found exciting. It consisted of two strips of pale yellow silk about eighteen inches wide, tied to form a tunic. It hung down in front and behind reaching to the middle of her thighs and of course, was open at the sides. The waist was loosely held by a tied belt of some gold material. Her hair, still wet from the shower, was fastened back with a simple gold clasp. Raising her glass, she moved over and stood directly in front of their guest. "What can I give you for your birthday, Daniel?" The big American looked at her steadily and then spoke in a quiet voice, "Haven't you given me enough, already?" "That was yesterday... today is your birthday..." She knelt in front of the stranger and leaned forward to unfasten his towel. His penis was almost fully erect and now it filled with blood and throbbed as Ann gently grasped it with both hands. She marveled at the velvety softness of the black skin, and as her grip tightened she could feel the steely hardness just below the soft covering. She felt the strong pulse throbbing deep inside, and her own heart beat in time with it. She stared, fascinated and slowly pushed back the foreskin. As if hypnotized, she bent her head and brushed the tip with her tongue. She looked up at him and murmured, "Happy Birthday, Daniel!" then lowered her head, swiftly taking most of the thick black shaft of flesh into her mouth. Expertly, as she had learned from James, she worked on the American, bringing him close to the edge and then holding him back, while the big man groaned in ecstasy. Suddenly she leaned back and rose to her feet. She tug- ged the belt at her waist and the tunic hung free. Sweeping it to the side, she moved forward and knelt astride Daniel's hips. She placed her hands on his shoulders and for a brief moment looked into his eyes, then sank cleanly onto his erect penis. From the other end of the settee, James watched as the black shaft disappeared into his wife's belly. He grunted and threw aside his own towel, He began to stroke his penis as she leaned back and ground her sex against the thrusting shaft of the big black American. Then Ann started to moan and cry out as her orgasm began. The stranger held back as long as he could, enjoying the screams of pleasure coming from the now totally helpless woman impaled on his powerful shaft. Ann suddenly arched backwards and gave an animal cry as a massive spasm flooded through her core, and almost simultaneously Daniel roared with release as his seed exploded into her belly, sending shock after shock of searing heat into the depths of her writhing body. James saw the knotting in Ann's stomach and knew just how intense was her orgasm. He knew that deep in her belly she would be grasping the man's penis with her internal muscles, milking every drop of sperm from his body. He sighed, and looked at the couple as they sank into each other's arms in an exhausted embrace, their bodies heaving from their exertions and shining with sweat. Quietly he rose and murmured wistfully... "Happy Birth- day Daniel !" ... as he left the lounge and went alone to the guest bedroom... 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