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Nice and exciting update but heartbreaking at the same time....

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great update with all the details

and the unexpected(expected?) stuff that T revealed about Jasmine

very nice update!!!

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Exactly....
Now is like Tom took over Mark's position, fucking all the ladies. Even Jasmine. And it really seem one sided as Jasmine now fucking Tom and Jason after Mark moved out. And i wonder how's the atmosphere in the office right now or when Mark see them in the office.
Hope Mark is fine and coping well.....

I have my doubt about him telling Jun that he's fine.
All he ever wanted is to be desired, to be wanted and yet he seems to be so easily replaced.
Being treated as a dildo by crystal, Nat, felicia, Rebecca etc is understandable. Shirlyn unable to get mark's heart maybe felt depressed and let go. But jasmine and Alicia? The one that say they desired him, loved him.... I guess these are just a bunch of XXXX I dun really want that use that word....

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If Mark reads this update, which he's likely to be, just a matter of time, he will feel even more lost, depressed and smaller, both the ego and penis.
While he thought he has a future with Jasmine, or maybe even to become a married couple, the truth is, Jasmine is not just exploring sex with the girls, but literally every man in the group.
If Mark was a live dildo, Jasmine is a live 太空杯.

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Isnt it a typical life lessons that we learn throughout our life? Sometimes we just bet on the wrong horse!


And tks June for the latest update. Nice point of view from the Lady side.

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So I went from anal virgin, to having the absolute best sex I ever had that included anal in my entire life up to this point. I was a little sad that it wasn't with my husband, but with my man-slut of a FWB. But I chose him, and he delivered. That fucker really makes me addicted to him somehow.

I recalled the long drawn out teasing during our initial chats. He struck me as a shy yet confident guy who somehow wasn't having a lot of sex with his wife. Back then I often wondered if it was because he lacked skill, or even size, perhaps even enthusiasm. But over the years I've known him, it became apparent to me that he probably could satisfy any woman he slept with. To me, he was a true sex god, and I was extremely lucky to have found him, of all places, a dating app.

It wasn't just the sex, but the conversations we had, the connection on a more cerebral level.

But I was still worried. Shirlyn and Alicia are younger and bustier than me. Soon enough, I'm sure I'll start to sag. Fats have already been showing up in the wrong places. Jasmine is slightly younger, Crystal a year older, but they maintained their bodies extremely well. As Tom put it, it was like a gym session. I doubt I'd ever step into a gym, much less go for a jog or anything, I wasn't that sort of girl. Even tiny Nat took on Tom's larger than average cock. Probably smaller than her husband's, but still a stark difference from the regular-sized ones she was having. And Kate, who's probably still exploring her sexuality, gave him a blowjob as well. I guess Tom is the new Mark.

Maybe it was a once off thing with most of them. A drunken night of debauchery. But he did say he saw Jasmine more than once.

Given his sudden increase in sexual activity, it was probably best that I insist on condoms with Tom, but as a bro rightly pointed out, raw blowjobs carry risks too. And I do love a nice cock in my mouth.

Mike was pretty amazed when I told him how Tom had fucked me and wanted to witness it for himself. But I was too sore, and Tom said he wasn't available that night, no doubt out fucking someone else. In fact, I was so sore that Mike couldn't even eat me out without me flinching. I must have been so aroused that I wasn't aware of how hard I'd been fucked, even though it wasn't rough. I practically had to spend the weekend icing my pussy.

Another thing about anal sex was that somehow it became super easy to poo. If I ever became constipated, I'd probably just ask Mike or Tom to fuck my ass.

The next week at work was rather boring, the mid week work from home was driving me crazy.

I chanced upon Mark at the hawker centre again on Friday, but this time he was with Jasmine. I was tempted to be a busybody and try to eavesdrop on their conversation but I really didn't want to eat the fish soup that they were queuing for so I headed to my favourite char kway teow stall, or was it the only char kway teow stall in that hawker centre.

I had barely joined the queue when someone came up behind me.

S: Hello June.

I turned around to see Shirlyn.

Me: Oh hello.

S: Heard you finally did it with Tom.

Me: Woah. Can we not discuss this here?

S: Come over tonight then. We can discuss it at Jasmine's place.

Me: Are you sure you can invite me?

S: Yup. We've missed you and Mike hanging out with us.

Me: Ya right.

S: Tom said you were asking about gatherings. So Jasmine and Alicia said we could invite you.

Me: Well, Tom didn't tell me anything.

S: Guess we've been keeping him busy.

Me: I'm sure.

S: Join us.

Me: To drink? To chill? Or to have a mass orgy.

S: Oh please. It was hardly an orgy.

Me: Tom said he practically slept with everyone already.

S: Well, he did, but it was a once-off thing, just to satisfy everyone's curiosity.

Me: But he's seeing Jasmine more often as well?

S: That's between them.

Me: And you want my husband to come along too.

S: Let's just say the other girls are kind of curious as well.

Me: No way.

S: Why not?

Me: I'll be super jealous. And probably bored cos I'll have nothing to do when he's fucking someone else.

S: There's Darren. Or if you prefer girls…

Me: No. We'll go over to drink and chill.

S: And Mike?

Me: Well…

S: Well what?

Me: I hope he has enough sense not to go overboard.

S: Is he as much as a show-off as Tom is?

Me: Tom likes to show-off? I didn't know that.

S: Oh. He got really drunk and claimed that he could satisfy every single lady in the room.

Me: In one night???

S: Of course not. But he did destroy Alicia and Felicia the first night. I was super jealous. Then the second night I think Jasmine and Crystal took revenge for them.

Me: Seriously. I got nothing to say.

S: Oh. EoS was there the first night.

Me: And so?

S: I know you played with him too.

Me: Errr…

S: Let's tag team him.

Me: What…

S: It'll be fun.

Me: I don't think that's right.

S: It's easy. Just make him drink. Once he's high he lets loose.

Me: Sounds like you intend to rape him, or already raped him.

S: Nah. I only used my hands and my boobs.

Me: Err…

S: I won't go past his limit unless he allows it.

Me: Something tells me I'm either going to be scarred for life, or it's going to be an interesting night.

S: Come and you'll find out.

It finally reached my turn to order and I got my char kway teow to takeaway.

As I was eating in the pantry, I texted Mark to see how he was doing.

M: You going to the party tonight?

Me: Yeah. I guess. You?

M: Nope.

Me: Not invited or…

M: Was invited. Declined.

Me: Ah. Ok.

M: I thought you would decline too.

Me: Well, I'm slightly curious about what's going on. And Mike does fuck me like a beast after he fucks someone else. Haha.

M: Enjoy yourself then.

Me: I might still decline. We could hang out.

M: I'd be depriving you of good sex.

Me: I can live without it. Or I can just let Mike go with Tom.

M: Really? You'd do that?

Me: Why not? Let him see what the fuss is all about, then come back and fuck me silly.

M: You're really trying to get into the lifestyle huh?

Me: Yeah. But anyway, if he goes, we can be alone and you can fuck me silly instead. Hahaha.

M: No.

Me: I'm kidding! We can just hang out. Seriously.

M: Ok. I'll let you know later.

I texted Tom to tell him of my plan to let Mike go with him.

T: You're not coming?

Me: Nah. You boys have fun.

T: Who's the lucky guy? Mark?

Me: We're gonna hang out. That's it. The poor guy needs a friend.

T: Probably needs a release too.

Me: Perhaps. Hahahaha.

T: Ok. I'll pick Mike up then.

Me: Please make sure he doesn't go too crazy ok?

T: We don't really get too crazy.

Me: Oh yeah? I heard about you bragging when you were drunk.

T: Oh that… well I did put my money where my mouth was.

Me: You mean you cock where the pussies were.

T: You know what I mean.

Me: Yeah. You're a horny bastard.

T: Not the first day you've known me.

Me: You weren't like this before.

T: I was. I just behaved when I was with you.

Me: You mean we could have been fucking a lot sooner?

T: I guess so?

Me: You asshole. You played the long game.

T: But it was worth it wasn't it?

Me: Damn worth it.

T: I'll take care of Mike. Don't worry. You go be a friend to Mark.

Me: Will do.

I spent the rest of the day feeling slightly conflicted. Was I really going to give my husband a free pass to fuck all those ladies? It might be a good thing though, he might learn a thing or two while with Tom and perhaps I might just get to experience the double penetration I've been waiting for.

I texted Mark and told him I wasn't going to the party and would see him later that night. He didn't reply immediately but texted when I reached home to tell me he'd be over in an hour and if I needed any dinner. I wasn't that hungry but told him we could grab a bite at the coffeeshop when he reached.

I showered and got dressed, hopefully decently enough not to invoke any horny thoughts in Mark, wearing a loose t-shirt and FBT shorts. But knowing Mark, he'd probably really just want to chat and chill with a couple of drinks.

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I can't say i pity Mark as he's kinda the catalyst in this. There's only two ways out of his situation. One is to commit and play the game, go along with the flow. The other is what he is doing now, get away the blackhole that is sucking everyone in.

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Enjoy reading this boring story, more updates please! :)

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wonder why the sudden change of mindset in Mark after 10 years of such activities ( based on his story with Ann)...

maybe it is the EOS syndrome that it is time to move on....

Mark seem fine as what June puts it BUT men way of hiding their feelings and keep within ourselves. Unfortunately, if it is not dealt in the long term, it will be like a pressure cooker and explode out wrongly...

hopefully June can be psychology doctor to unlock his inner feeling let him find his grounding again...

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As a follower of EOS' story from the very beginning, my respect for him has gone up by a magnitude of ten.

Mark has just learned what it means to fall off a tightrope. Walking it is fun, exhilarating and makes you feel alive... falling off it makes you feel a completely different way...

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Nice update, June.
It's amazing you let Mike go to the ladies with Tom.
Ain't sure how many women he had before you, but when an abled man gets to bonk a number of ladies almost concurrently, it's a rather new experience, ego booster that can become addictive. This is animal instinct. In the past when he bonked someone, Mike would come home and bonked you crazy. If the number changes, each time he's bonking two ladies or more, let's see how he could still bonk you crazy.
Hope you won't become the female version of Mark. As in to want your partner to be happy and let him bonk whoever he wants.

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great story, but i'm curious what happened with Mark?
anything from him that can inform us?

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very nice update!!!

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Sad sad mark

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Nice updates. Thank you very much.

Apparently Tom is the new King in this court. Looking forward to more cross-over stories.

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I am hoping for that too

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I self-entertained by watching Netflix while waiting for Mark to arrive. It felt kind of weird lounging around the house wearing a bra, but I probably would head out to meet him at the coffeeshop anyway, and I was sure I wouldn't want to go there braless.

It was nearly 830pm when he text to say he was reaching so I told him to meet me directly at the coffeeshop. I grabbed my wallet and phone and headed down, braving the Friday evening late dinner crowd. I managed to get a seat in front of the western stall and waited for him to arrive.

He arrived within 5 minutes and sat down opposite me. He had gone home to change and was dressed simply in a singlet and berms.

I got a chicken chop for myself while he got fish & chips. We ate in silence. I couldn't finish my fries so he helped himself. I guess he needed the carbs to line his stomach to prepare for the alcohol later. If he was going to drink, I guess he might stay over.

We headed back up after dinner.

Me: What would you like to drink?

M: What do you have?

I opened the fridge, and he peered in from behind me.

Me: Beer, wine, more beer.

M: Any soju?

Me: Funny you should ask. I do have a couple of bottles.

M: Flavoured ones?

Me: Yup. Tried the plain ones in Korea and nearly died.

M: Us too. Seemed like everywhere we went, they only had plain soju.

Me: Well, I've only got grape and strawberry.

M: Those are fine.

Me: I don't have soju glasses.

M: I can drink straight from the bottle.

Me: Oh. What about me?

M: You can drink straight from the bottle too?

Me: It's not beer you know. But I've got beer mugs.

M: The bottle of soju isn't enough to fill the mug I think.

Me: Aren't you supposed to take shots of soju?

M: I'll take sips.

Me: Fine.

I took two bottles out first and stepped back, not realizing how close to me he actually was, and smashed my butt onto his crotch.

M: Woah. Be careful.

Me: What? It's not as if you were hard and I was naked.

M: Funny.

Me: Besides, I already had my asshole stretched. Twice. Yours shouldn't be a problem.

M: Very funny.

We headed to the living room and settled on the couch.

M: Can your light change colour?

Me: Huh?

M: It's a little too glaring. I'm having a slight headache.

Me: Oh. Erm. Hang on.

I went to the switch and turned off the light, turning on the corridor light instead.

Me: Better?

M: Yeah.

Me: Headache and you still want to drink?

M: Why not? Fight poison with poison. Haha.

Me: Sure. Lots of poison in the fridge. Please help yourself.

M: Later.

We unscrewed the bottle caps and clinked the bottles together.

Both: Cheers!

He took a super long swig of the soju. I tried doing the same but it didn't seem to want to go down correctly and I choked, soju coming out of my nose, burning all the way, and spewing it all over the floor and coffee table.

Me: Shit.

M: Haha! Are you ok?

Me: Yeah.

I hurriedly grabbed some tissues to wipe the mess.

Me: Urgh. I need to change now.

M: Go ahead. You got a rag or something? I'll help you clean up.

Me: Kitchen at the sink.

I turned and headed into the kitchen, removing my t-shirt so that I could throw it into the washing machine.

M: Seriously?

Me: Not as though you haven't seen me naked.

M: True.

I removed my shorts as well and stood there in just my bra.

Me: You're probably used to seeing naked girls all the time.

M: True as well.

Me: At least I know you aren't going to rape me or what.

M: Yeah. I'm not that other guy you met.

Me: Oh god. Don't remind me about him. You know he messaged me again? Said he was sorry and wanted to meet to apologize.

M: I hope you didn't agree.

Me: Of course not! I'm not going to meet anyone else from the forum anymore. No matter how nice they seem.

M: Not everybody is a colourful wolf.

Me: I know.

M: But they way you're acting now…

Me: What? You're going to transform into a colourful wolf?

M: Nah. You don't really have an effect on me anyway.

Me: Fuck you. I'm still pretty hot.

M: Yup. Not denying it. But not to me.

Me: Ass. I'm going to shower. Help yourself to the drinks.

He took another long swig of the soju and finished the entire bottle.

M: Yeah. After I help you clean up.

I swear I wasn't trying to tease him on purpose. But it had gotten to the stage that I was really comfortable around him. Somehow I felt safe when he was around. Like I could be completely naked and he would just ignore me. In some ways, to a late 30s woman, it was also actually pretty demoralizing so I stormed off to the bathroom.

I guess his mental state wasn't good still. He was likely still hurting from whatever Jasmine and the rest did. And I certainly wasn't helping. I took a cold shower just in case but I ended up with my nipples erect instead, and feeling rather hot from the little bit of soju that I'd drank.

I put on an oversized t-shirt and headed back out. Mark had already finished another half bottle of soju, and was eyeing my ¾ bottle.

Me: Hey… slow down yeah?

M: I'm good. Don't worry.

I sat down next to him and lay my head on his shoulder while hugging his arm.

Me: How are you coping?

M: Like that lor.

Me: Not very descriptive.

M: It kind of hurts. But we had a chat during lunch.

Me: Oh? About what?

M: About our relationship?

Me: And?

M: She thinks we should both pursue other interests for the time being.

Me: And her other interests are?

M: Not me obviously.

Me: But why?

M: She suddenly feels like we started wrongly. We shouldn't have been together in the first place, shouldn't have done all the things we did.

Me: That's hilarious.

M: She says she still has feelings for me, but she's unsure what they actually mean to her.

Me: Uh huh.

M: So she wants to take the time to evaluate.

Me: That sounds like a load of crap.

M: I know right. She told me she slept with Tom a couple of times. Darren too, even Jason.

Me: And how is that supposed to help in her evaluation?

M: Strangely, she said with me it felt the strongest emotionally. But physically, Tom was the clear winner.

Me: Ouch. So what does she want? Sleep around some more?

M: She didn't say. But I told her I'll be happy for her whatever she chooses.

Me: You're nuts. If you really want her shouldn't you fight to be with her?

M: I'm tired of fighting.

Me: What about you then? What do you want?

M: I want to rest. I keep thinking back about everything that happened over the past decade or so and I really wonder if I would have done anything differently.

Me: You mean starting from Ann?

M: Isabelle actually.

Me: That was pretty long ago right?

M: Yeah. If I wasn't single and horny, I might never have met Ann.

Me: So what would you do differently?

M: Probably nothing. Haha. Back then I was really into the army regular lifestyle.

Me: And everything changed after your overseas posting.

M: Yeah. Then Ann came back, and you know how the story goes.

Me: You wouldn't have met everyone else. Including me.

M: That's true.

Me: Tell me honestly. Are you absolutely sure you love Jasmine?

M: I think so.

Me: Why do you think so? Based on what you wrote, she isn't exactly the one who's been the nicest to you. She's also not the prettiest either in my opinion. Is it because you spent the most amount of time with her?

M: I'd like to think I'm not that shallow. But I did spend a lot of time with her.

Me: Who's the prettiest?

M: I don't want to answer that.

Me: We're having a heart to heart talk now. You can tell me anything you want.

M: You're going to write about it.

Me: Most likely.

M: Oh what the hell. Shirlyn's the prettiest.

Me: That's interesting.

M: Why?

Me: She looks innocent and studious. I guess that's the type of girl you like.

M: Not really either.

Me: Who's the best in bed? Hahaha.

M: I'm so gonna get slaughtered if I answered that. How do you define best?

Me: I don't know. Horniest? Tightest? Most adventurous? Most willing to please?

M: Horniest… would probably be Shirlyn. The first time she had her way with me, I felt she was more horny than Jasmine the first time we had sex. Even though she said didn't have sex for five years.

Me: Do you actually believe that?

M: I do. She felt a little unsure, maybe confused, reluctant even. But once we started…

Me: Why in the world would you sleep with a married woman after what happened with Ann?

M: Why would you as a married woman sleep with Dan, or Ben, or Tom?

Me: Oi. This is about you. Not me. And I wasn't married yet technically.

M: Jasmine had an absent husband. Mike was around. You fucked Ben out of jealousy. Dan because you've always been comfortable around him and he was convenient?

Me: You're right. I couldn't stand seeing Mike talking to other girls. I still don't know why.

M: And now you let him go to a sex party.

Me: Well, he's already fucked Shirlyn and Jasmine. You know how he is after he fucks someone else.

M: Maybe what we did was wrong.

Me: Do you really think so?

M: I don't know.

Me: It's a matter of opinion isn't it?

M: It is.

Me: I'm having the best sex of my life after all this happened. If it's wrong, then why am I enjoying myself so much?

M: I guess our mindset changes. I thought I could and would accept this. Now I guess I don't.

Me: Do you still want to be with Jasmine?

M: Yes.

Me: Do you think she wants to be with you?

M: I don't know. I think so. Maybe?

Me: And yet you're doing nothing to find out?

M: I'm just letting her live her life.

Me: And what about you?

M: I'm just moving along.

Me: Why not move on?

M: Move on to what? Or who?

Me: Who knows. When Isabelle left, you found Ann, then Jasmine, then Shirlyn, then all the others in between. I'm sure you can find someone.

M: What if I don't want to?

Me: Then just be single? Nothing wrong with that.

M: It gets lonely sometimes. I feel… unwanted. Unappreciated.

Me: You mean emotionally right? Cos sexually, there's like a line queuing up.

M: Of course I mean emotionally. I find it hard to have sex without feelings these days.

Me: Oh? Really?

M: I actually kind of felt like Jasmine was going through the motions just before we took a break.

Me: Hmmmm. What about the others?

M: Alicia… we would still cuddle after sex. And talk.

Me: So you're saying before you took a break you only slept with those two?

M: Nat's not counted. She just uses me. There's nothing emotional there.

Me: Shirlyn? Crystal? Rebecca?

M: Shirlyn's pretty busy these days. Initially I think there were some feelings, then it just felt like she was also using me. Crystal and Rebecca don't count.

Me: Did you ever feel Jasmine or Alicia were using you?

M: Not really.

Me: You're in denial.

M: But I think I did enjoy sex with them a lot more because of the feelings.

Me: If feelings were so important to you, why did you even bother with any of the rest of them then?

M: I thought it would make them happy.

Me: At your own expense.

M: It made Jasmine happy.

Me: Even if it really did, it's still at your own expense. I think you've been suffering for a while, and you never really spoke to anyone about it.

M: I just want to be with someone who wants to be with me. Sex or no sex.

Me: Oh? That's new. I mean your life has always been full of sexual encounters. But one of the reasons why I kept reading was also because of the non-sexual parts about your interactions and emotions. But the gist of it was always about the sex. Maybe that's why I enjoyed EoS's super long story too. You sure you can live without sex? Hahaha.

M: I'm getting old I guess.

Me: Don't remind me. When I see the younger girls, I feel a little inadequate.

M: You're still pretty hot. For an older lady.

Me: Awwww… you're so sweet yet irritating at the same time. But seriously… are you having some problems? You know, medically?

M: No? I think?

Me: Couldn't have sworn I read that someone wrote your cock is going to fall off from overuse.

M: It's still there. Recovering from the overuse maybe.

Me: Can't get hard any more then? Is that why you're taking a break? Hahahah.

M: Actually, I did notice my erections weren't very good lately.

Me: Oh shit. I was only teasing. For real?

M: Yeah… don't really get as hard as before, don't really stay hard as long as before.

Me: Oh no. I didn't mean to tease you. Was just trying to lighten the mood.

M: Haha. It's fine la. I've already had so much sex the past few years. Maybe my body is telling me to stop.

Me: This is probably like me not being able to get wet. Hope that never happens.

M: There's always lube.

Me: And there's always Viagra.

M: Ya! So irritating. My Facebook been showing me ads for Noah.

Me: Who's Noah?

M: Some discreet online clinic for men's health I think. Didn't really click the link.

Me: You know Facebook ads are targeted right?

M: Meaning?

Me: Like say if you searched for something on Google, it would show up as ads in Facebook.

M: Ah.

Me: So you are concerned about your erections. Hahahahaha.

M: A little I guess.

Me: You don't masturbate? It's like exercise right? Keep doing it and your dick will get stronger. Haha.

M: I'm pretty sure it doesn't work that way.

Me: Don't know. No dick. Haha.

I snuggled up closer to him, squeezing onto the side of the sofa.

Me: So what are you going to do about it?

M; My erections?

Me: Actually, I was talking about Jasmine. But sure, I'm curious to find out if online medications work. Hahahaha.

M: Is Mike having problems?

Me: Nope. I meant for you. Like I thought you go to a clinic for your tests. Why can't you just go to a physical clinic to check it out?

M: Ah. Cos the pretty nurse there might judge me.

Me: Based on your frequency of STD testing, she's probably judging you already..

M: Haha. Ok fine. I thought maybe I'll just get one pill to see if it works.

Me: And without a partner, you're going to take Viagra then use your hand?

M: I guess so?

Me: Crazy. You could have asked me.

M: To have sex?

Me: I don't mind. Seriously. Who knows, maybe the pill might make you so hard it feels bigger than it is. Haha.

M: Don't think it would.

Me: Who knows.

Suddenly Mark sat up and got off the sofa, shrugging me off in the process.

Me: Woah. What's up?

M: Sorry, pins and needles.

Me: Oh. Thought you didn't like me holding you or something.

M: Nah. It's fine. But my arm is cramping somehow.

Me: Stretch?

He did.

M: Yeah. That works.

He went to get another bottle of soju, opened it and chugged down half again.

Me: You really need to slow down. Maybe that's why your cock isn't working. Too much alcohol.

M: I'm fine la.

He put the bottle down.

M: Can I lie down for awhile?

Me: Sure? This also you need to ask permission?

M: Not my house or my sofa.

Me: You want to lie on a bed instead? Hahaha.

M: Nonono. Sofa is fine.

I got off the sofa and let him lie across it, then realised I had nowhere to sit, so I tried to squeeze in next to him again but there wasn't enough space and I fell off the sofa. He started laughing.

M: Are you ok?

I rubbed my butt.

Me: Sore butt.

M: I can sit up you know.

Me: No. Just lie down.

I climbed on top of him and lay down, my head on his chest.

Me: I'm going to lie on you instead.

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Thanks for the update sis June. At least we know Mark is safe and sound with you....haha.

Yeah. Agree with this sentiment here. Thanks for the update June!

Mark, take it easy man. Reach out if you ever want to have a chat free from judgement.

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I forsee Mike will be fucking jasmine and June will be fucking mark. Hahaha

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Really a nice update TS

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I thought he would ask me to get off but he didn't. He was totally not bothered that I was only wearing a t-shirt and my boobs were pressing against him. Even though my t-shirt had hiked up my body, and my bald pussy was exposed and brushing against his crotch, he didn't seem to mind at all.

And he wasn't having any reactions to it while on the other hand, I was being stimulated slightly by the zipper of his berms.

Me: You ok if I lie on you right?

M: Yeah. You're not that heavy. I think.

Me: What do you mean you think???

M: Too heavy and I can't breathe properly.

Me: Idiot!

But I rested my entire weight on him anyway.

Me: Haiz. I know I gained some weight over the holidays.

M: Maybe that's why your butt is fleshier. Hahaha.

Me: How would even know if my butt is fleshier or not? You don't even touch me.

M: Your legs and butt look more chunky? Meaty?

Me: Wah lau. You're really an idiot. Do you tell Jasmine that she's getting fat?

M: Nope.

Me: Then why tell me???

M: Why not?

Me: Then did my boobs get bigger or not?

M: Probably? I can't tell. They weren't exactly small to begin with, you know?

Me: I know they're getting bigger cos my period is coming. I can feel it. But my legs and butt… really meh?

M: I think so? The last time I saw you naked was quite some time ago.

Me: Your memory isn't so good.

Suddenly, he did something super out of character. He squeezed my butt. And I moaned into his shoulder. Probably due to shock. He barely flinched.

M: Yup. It's fleshier.

Me: You… touched me…

His hands suddenly flew off my butt.

M: Oh. Sorry. Reflex action.

Me: I mean… why did you squeeze my butt?

M: Huh?

Me: You never touched me deliberately before. You always shied away from contact unless I initiated it. Like hugs.

M: Erm. Just checking if it was fleshier.

Me: You got nothing to compare with. ADMIT IT! YOU WANT TO TOUCH ME!

I took his hands and placed them on my bare butt again. He just left them there and didn't squeeze anymore.

M: Erm.

Me: Ok. You're drunk already. Haha.

I got off him and he sat up.

M: Sorry. I didn't mean to.

Me: Nono. It's ok. Was weird cos I'm surprised by you wanting to touch me but it felt nice. Haha.

M: I don't know why I did it.

Me: Maybe cos you're horny? No sex for so long. Half-naked girl lying on you. If you aren't horny something is wrong.

M: I-

Me: I think I drank too much too. But can't be. I barely touched my soju.

I turned to him and held his face.

Me: It's ok to have such feelings. You're a normal guy. Right?

M: Hang on… what are you trying to do?

Me: Comforting you?

M: Why?

Me: Cos you're hurting?

M: I am.

Me: Do you want a hug? Or more?

M: A hug will do. Are you horny or something?

Me: Strangely, I am.

M: Woah. Then I better leave. Don't want you to regret whatever we may do.

Me: Hahahahaha. You're too cute. Why would I regret?

M: Cos this is not what you want?

Me: Well, I'd want a bigger cock obviously. Hahahaha.

M: Thanks ah. But I haven't ordered the pill yet. It's just gonna be small and soft.

Me: Want me to help with that? Haha. I'm pretty sure I can get it up. Tried, tested and proven.

M: Nah, don't. Let's just continue drinking.

He took my bottle and downed the remaining soju. I tried grabbing it from him but I missed.

Me: Ok. You're really drinking too much.

M: I'm really fine. Can't say the same about you though.

Me: Why?

M: You're acting really weird. What's wrong?

Me: Ok fine. I'm regretting letting Mike go for that party. I'm trying to distract myself from thinking about it. But at the same time, I'm super excited for what might happen when he comes back.

M: And you're trying to distract yourself by tempting me to have sex with you?

Me: We're just flirting badly at the moment.

M: I agree. And I don't want to have meaningless sex anymore.

Me: Oh. I see. That's good. I think.

M: Don't you find it meaningless?

Me: Sex with you?

M: Sex without feelings.

Me: You know, if I can be honest, other than when I was an escort, I didn't really have sex with anyone unless there's feelings. Then again, I did enjoy sex with some of clients.

M: Oh?

Me: Yeah.

M: Hang on…

Me: What?

M: Are you saying…

Me: Yes you dumbass. I'd willingly have sex with you and it wouldn't feel meaningless to me.

I carefully avoided saying I'd have sex with him as I had feelings.

Now I know what everyone's thinking. June's a slut, June's a tease etc. etc. But do let me clarify something. Feelings to me are not restricted to romantic feelings like love. I feel comfortable around Mark. I feel safe and protected. I feel that he cares about me. Is that enough to want to sleep with him? For a normal girl, I'd say that's definitely not enough. But I'm not exactly normal if you haven't realised by now. That's not to say I'd just go out and sleep with everyone and anyone. I need that connection to have that feeling. Otherwise I'd might as well just be an escort again.

M: Ah. But it would be meaningless to me.

Me: We have different views and expectations on this I guess.

M: And I've no obligation to make you happy.

Me: I know.

M: I've been doing that for too long. Making others happy. Doing things I thought would make them happy.

Me: You really should just make yourself happy.

M: That's the sad part.

Me: What is?

M: I don't know how.

Me: Huh?

M: I don't know how to be happy anymore.

Me: Did being with Jasmine make you happy?

M: It did.

Me: Shirlyn?

M: I'm not so sure.

Me: Alicia?

M: That's complicated.

Me: Nat?

M: That's not even the same. All I did was fuck her because she liked the size of my dick.

Me: But I recall that you had some really deep conversations with her.

M: I guess I did.

Me: Crystal?

M: Erm. I guess I was just fulfilling a need for her?

Me: I'm going to make a wild assumption here.

M: What?

Me: You slept with Crystal as a revenge thing on Isabelle.

M: How in the world did you even come to that conclusion?

Me: Isabelle hurt you. Crystal's her cousin. The way you described it, they seem close. You fucked Crystal to show Isabelle what she's been missing. Right?

M: Erm.

Me: But that would only work if Crystal told Isabelle or she somehow found out. Hmmm…

M: Yeah.

Me: Ok. Never mind. Bad guess. Haha.

M: I genuinely amused by how your mind works. It's hilarious.

Me: So would you fuck me to take revenge on Mike because he fucked Jasmine?

M: Huh???

Me: Just wondering.

M: How in the world do you even think that I have the capability to fuck you that well?

Me: Just a hunch. So many ladies want your cock. Even though it's average.

M: Yeah. You openly admit you like bigger cocks. I can't compare.

Me: I do. Definitely.

M: So what makes you think I'd even bother to try to pleasure you? No matter how horny I may be?

Me: My ex-boss wasn't big as big as Mike or Tom. Neither was Dan.

M: And so?

Me: Like you said it's the feeling. There's something about you that makes me feel at ease. I don't know what.

M: Just think of me as your brother. You wouldn't fuck your brother right?

Me: Urgh. You just put a very bad image in my head. I need to go for confession now.

M: Haha. You probably needed to go for confession a long time ago.

Me: I think so too.

I got up and went to the fridge to get another soju for him. The last bottle thankfully. He seemed to be binge drinking and I'm sure at our ages that wasn't very healthy.

We clinked bottles again and as usual he chugged half the bottle down. His throat must have been made of metal or something. There was no alcohol that could go down so easily, except maybe beer.

We chatted for a while longer and he finished his bottle whereas mine still had a little bit left.

He leaned back and closed his eyes and I lay on his lap, my hand stroking his thigh, on purpose this time, to see if I could elicit any reaction from him. But there was none. My other hand snaked down and brushed against my labia, I spread the lips and slid a finger in. I was slightly wet. I moaned softly.

M: Holy shit. Are you masturbating?

Me: Uh… yeah?

M: Could you not?

Me: Ok…

I stopped, and wiped my fingers.

M: I'm going to nap.

Me: May I blow you?

M: You may not.

Me: Urgh.

I continued lying on his lap as I squeezed my thighs together, trying to get rid of whatever horniness I was feeling but it wasn't helping. Soon I heard him snoring.

Eventually I fell asleep too.

I was awakened by the gate and door opening and Mike and Tom laughing at some inside joke. They caught sight of Mark dead on the sofa and immediately went silent. I sat up and stretched.

Mike whispered to me.

Mike: Is he ok?

Me: Dead drunk I think.

I pointed at the empty bottles.

Tom: Four only?

Me: There's 2 more in the kitchen sink. I barely had 1.

Mike: Oh.

Me: And I'm fucking horny.

Mike: You didn't?

Me: He's not interested.

Mike: Weirdo.

Me: Both of you come here.

Tom: Huh?

But they came over anyway. I hurriedly unbuckled both of them and pulled their berms and boxers down, grabbing their dicks in each hand.

Me: These better be clean.

Tom: Yeah. We showered after we-

Me: Don't distract me.

I swallowed Mike first while stroking Tom to a full erection. I recalled what a bro said about blowjobs being a risk of transmission but I'd done this with them numerous times before during our other threesomes.

Mike's cock popped out, twitching.

Me: Get the condoms and the lube.

He nodded and went to the room as I proceeded to lick Tom from his balls up the shaft.

Tom: Mark's right there…

Me: Shut up.

Tom: You're hoping he wakes up and joins us?

Me: He's dead to the world.

Tom: You sure you don't want to go to the room?

Me: We can go to the room later.

Mike returned with the condoms and lube. I stopped stimulating Tom so that he would get semi-hard and ready for anal penetration.

I pushed Mike onto the sofa and capped him, before climbing on. I looked at Tom and he nodded, capping himself and lubing my asshole.

It was finally going to happen.

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I was once told by a Korean friend, in their country, a minimum soju tolerance of 3 is expected. 5 is normal, anything more is considered respectable. Also, they don't drink flavoured ones, just like most smokers don't fancy menthol or any other flavoured ciggies.
Also, no drinker who is high or drunk will admit it. So is Mark. While a drunken man can be more daring, he not necessarily is more horny. Some just want crash and sleep. So, June, next time when you are with him and you are horny, best is to convince him to have sex. If you met him earlier, you would probably succeed, the newer Mark is more conscious now about meaningless sex and is avoiding now. Too bad for you.

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Yeah. I probably could have had my way with him before this. Looks like all I'm getting from him from now on is lots of hugs and reminders that I'm getting old and fat.

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Sad sad mark

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Nice updates. Thank you very much.

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It's ok lah. We all know that you already experienced your double penetration fantasy from the duo, Tom and Mike.
In life, we can't be bonking everyone from the other gender. It's good to have some friends whom we are close to, without sexual relationship.

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Mark going down the EoS path at last...