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I don't know what was going to happen. Why would Mike want to meet Dan face to face? Why would Dan agree? Wasn't he concerned that he might be in danger? I didn't know Mike to be a jealous person, but this was just pushing it. If I knew he was fucking another girl, I'd probably rip her hair out or something. Then again, we really didn't communicate much about our feelings anyway. Dan was a different story though. We talked so much and practically knew each other inside and out.

If they started fighting over me it might be troublesome. Both were hot-blooded young men, I definitely didn't want anyone to be hurt because of me.

I could barely eat dinner. Mike seemed pretty hungry though.

Me: Why do you want to meet him?

M: Why not? He seems like a nice guy.

Me: But why? This staycation is supposed to be about us.

M: I just feel there's some things we need to settle before we can move on.

I didn't like the sound of that. What did he mean by settle? That sounded like gangster talk. But neither of them seems to be the type. I guess I should probably inform the reception in case I needed help.

We went back to the room and watched some TV. Dan arrived around 9pm.

After the brief introduction they settled down. Standing next to each other, I wondered if they were going to come to blows or something. But they didn't. Mike and Dan were around the same height, but Mike was slightly more muscular.

M: So, what's your relationship with June?

D: We're fuck buddies.

M: For how long?

Me: Don't answer that.

D: Year 2.

M: When we broke up?

D: I think so.

M: Why?

They both looked at me. I didn't know how to react.

D: She was lonely I guess.

M: And horny?

D: Probably.

M: Ok.

D: We didn't have sex at first.

I was kind of boiling inside. These two idiots were openly discussing my sex life in front of me. Was this what guys did when they got together?

M: Really?

D: You were her first.

M: Obviously not her only.

D: Yeah.

M: That's fine.

D: I kind of figured.

M: She's a strong minded woman. She'll do what she wants.

D: I know.

M: I'm cool with it.

I couldn't take it any more.

Me: Enough! Stop talking about it. I enjoy both your company ok? It's not about who's better or who's available. If I could have you both I would.

M: Well we're both here now.

Me: What?

They both came up to me, standing on each side.

Me: What's going on?

With one hand each, they removed my top.

Me: Woah. Stop.

But my heart was beating so fast. My loins were stirring by itself.

Each hand cupped a boob. I unhooked it myself. Two different hands, two different styles, one on each boob. Mike was more gentle, taking care not to hurt me in any way, as he teased my areola with his finger. Dan on the other hand, was rough and manly, and tweaked my nipple like he was tuning the radio.

Both of them started stripping. My legs were getting weak and my head was spinning. As horny as I was, this was something totally new to me. I didn't know what to do other than get naked myself, slipping out of my shorts and panties. Soon all 3 of us were fully nude and just looking at each other.

If I was feeling shy, I certainly wasn't showing it. As they caressed naked body, I reached out and grabbed both their cocks. Both were clean shaven and growing under my touch. Mike was probably an inch longer than Dan, but Dan was slightly thicker. Now that I had both of them naked in front of me, it was a lot easier to see and feel the comparison.

I knelt in front of them, slowly wanking each cock, using their foreskin to stimulate their heads.

Both their cocks individually filled my mouth nicely. The kinky part of me wondered if I could fit both in at the same time, but the rational part told me I should take it slow, one at at time.

I spat on Dan's cock for lubrication and continued wanking him as I took Mike in my mouth. He was also my first ever partner, it seemed fair that I should blow him first.

D: Was this what you had in mind bro?

M: Not really. But I realized I needed to introduce some excitement into the relationship.

Mike's cock popped out of my mouth with an audible slurp.

Me: I'm going to kill you both for this.

Dan laughed.

D: Please. Carry on.

He pulled me up and lay me on the bed, kneeling beside my head as I took him into my mouth. Mike went south, teasing my pussy lips and clit with his tongue and magic fingers. I was already soaking wet even before he started. I just hoped that I would wear them out before they decided to punish me.
This staycation for me and Mike to work out our issues was potentially going to cause more issues.

But I wasn't complaining at that point of time. As Mike expertly worked me into a frenzy with his mouth and fingers down south, Dan teased my own mouth with his hard cock. Usually I could make him cum fast with my mouth, however I guess I was a little distracted by the sensations below that perhaps my blowjob wasn't as good as it was before.

I came from Mike's efforts and I think Dan felt that as I bit down a little too suddenly for his liking, he pulled out and went to his bag. Mike started kissing me, even though I just had his rivals cock in my mouth. His kiss was different though, more intense, more forceful, so unlike his gentle persona. It was like they were intent on teaching me a lesson.

Mike slowly positioned himself at my head and I hungrily gobbled up his cock. It seemed tastier than usual, or perhaps I was just hornier. Dan spread my lips and inserted his hard cock into me. I flinched a little as I felt the rubber. I really didn't like that, but at least he chose to use one now, especially since both of them were going to fuck me. I sort of wondered who would take my ass if they decided to try double penetration. My asshole was still a virgin, hopefully one of them brought lube, and I was praying it wasn't going to be Mike. He could probably pierce a hole through to my intestines with his length, considering he was already able to poke my cervix in the correct hole. Dan, on the other hand, was thicker, and he too could probably tear me apart. But perhaps I was thinking too much. Perhaps there would be no double penetration today.

Maybe it was the condom, but Dan was pounding away at me for way longer than he used to. I was getting a little worried that Mike would get jealous or something as Dan was really having his way with me. Although I still really didn't like the missionary position.

As if he read my mind, Dan pulled out and flipped me over. I tried to go down to my favourite flat on my belly position but he pulled me up to a regular doggy style. Perhaps he knew Mike would be left out if I was flat down.

Dan inserted again from the rear while Mike took my mouth from the front. This wasn't him, he held on to my head and was practically fucking my mouth with his cock. It was intense and really empowering for him, nothing like he had done to me before. I think it showed as Dan was commenting how creamy I was below.

Just when I thought that my blowjobs had been defeated, a warm stream of cum hit my throat and I choked. Mike quickly pulled out but the second and third shots hit my face, getting into my hair and flowing down into my eyes. He quickly went to get tissues.

I was truly dying at that point of time, Mike fucking my mouth, Dan pounding me hard from behind. It was pleasure that I had never experienced before.

With Mike out of my mouth, Dan pushed me down and continued fucking me. Within minutes, I felt him twitching. He came into the condom. Part of me wanted to feel that warm cum coating my insides.

D: Bro, your turn. It's her favourite position.

Mike was playing with himself, making his cock grow in his own hand.

He slid into my creamy hole raw and I gasped. Without a condom, I could feel everything. The veiny structure of his cock, the curvature of the head. Oh my god. Dan came around the front to try to shove his flaccid penis into my mouth but the position was wrong. He ended up just lying down with my head between his legs and I sucked him. I could taste his cum on his cock. It wasn't Mike's as I had swallowed everything, and Dan's cum was slightly bitter anyway.

I came multiple times from that position as Mike's cock was ramming into me. I could feel his thumb on my asshole, teasing it. It was as though he wanted to take my virgin ass. He really wanted to deflower all of my holes.

I didn't know how long had passed when he came inside me. I was already delirious. I couldn't feel my legs. He pulled out and they both helped me to the bathroom.

I couldn't stand so I just crouched in the corner and watched as they washed themselves. I wondered if they would wash each other too. But that would probably mean they had discovered some latent homosexual tendencies which I probably didn't need to see.

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Hello sis good morning, your story is very sexy and arousing! Everytime I read it I get precum even in public places!

Just curious, since your bf allowed you to sleep with other guys and have fwb, did u allow him to do so with other ladies?

I can tell that he really loves you alot to the extent that he's willing to share you with others...

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Back then no. I was a hypocrite and was easily jealous when I saw him with his schoolmates.

Now it's a totally different story.

Haha same here too. I was jealous seeing my gf flirt with other guys but I myself like to flirt with other ladies. Had a huge quarrel over this.

In the end we came to an agreement to stay away from the opposite sex unless it's necessary.

I guess it's with age that we grow more mature and can see things from different point of view....

But lately, I'm having fantasies of having sex with other ladies...

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And how does your gf feel about this?

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I don't know why my legs were so weak. It wasn't as though I had never been fucked hard before. Thinking back to our marathon sessions when Mike and I first started having sex, those should have been the times where I should be crouching in a corner.

Mike pulled me up and started frenching me under the shower as he soaped the front of my body, concentrating on my boobs. I felt Dan's hands on my butt. Even in the shower they weren't letting me go.

Dan was rather conscious of what he was doing though. Even when we were fucking normally, he never really kissed me. Perhaps that was something that was reserved for Mike. I found it weird though, as I kind of liked getting kissed, especially while they were deep inside me. It just made the whole experience more intense.

Mike's magic fingers slid into me. I hadn't washed out his cum yet so I guess he could feel the stickiness.

I grabbed both of them in the shower, I needed to take back some control in the situation.

Mike pushed me against the wall and pinned me there. Dan simply stepped aside. Mike rubbed his hard cock against my pussy, before inserting it. I moaned loudly. But what was Dan going to do now that he was out of the picture?

I didn't really need the answer to that though as he stepped out and let Mike have his way with me. I was a little worried we would slip and fall and break something as the floor was really wet.

I don't think he was going to cum again that quickly. At that point of time, he was just trying to pleasure me. And trust me, I was being pleasured very well.

We washed up and dried ourselves before heading back out to the room.

Dan was still there but he had gotten dressed.

Me: What the fuck was that all about?

D: Erm. Threesome?

Me: What for?

D: Erm.

Me: Whose idea was this??

M: We both discussed it. Didn't think it would actually happen.

Me: What?

D: Well, these kind of things in my experience, can either strengthen or destroy a relationship.

Me: Idiots.

D: Mike said he wanted to try.

Me: Fucking idiots.

M: Well did you enjoy it?

Me: Of course I did! But what kind of a lame reason is that? What if you decided you don't like it and want to break up?

He took my hand.

M: I want you to be happy. It seems you're happy with Dan when I'm not around. I'll never leave you.

Me: You're not making any sense.

M: I know.

Me: This whole thing doesn't make any sense.

M: Just know that I love you. That's all.

D: I guess I'll be leaving first. Hope you two work things out!

Dan left, leaving me and Mike there confused about the whole thing.

M: Will you still be seeing him after this?

Me: I don't know. Probably not?

That was an outright lie. But Dan was right. The threesome didn't destroy my relationship, but in fact made it stronger. Mike was now more open about his feelings and what he wanted.

And I was still fucking Dan wherever Mike wasn't around. I wasn't sure if he knew but I didn't really care either. Maybe when we were married I would end it with Dan.

I didn't think I could accept it. But Mike did, and I hoped it was because he truly loved me. I never intended to tell him about Dan, nor let him find out. I always, and still believe that what you don't know won't hurt you. But Dan jumped the gun and told him, and somehow we ended up having a threesome. And we really somehow became closer after that. He was talking to me a lot more.

That truly was a new experience. Knowing I could take and give pleasure to two guys at the same time was exhilarating. Only one problem existed. I think I didn't have the full threesome experience, considering my asshole was still a virgin. Double penetration seriously intrigued me, and I had watched a couple of porn videos about it. Even triple penetration seemed interesting, but I wondered how that was even possible. I don't even think I could fit 2 cocks in either hole. In any case, I was quite keen to have another threesome with Dan and Mike, but I didn't know how I should tell them.

Perhaps I should just prepare my ass first. Maybe get either Dan or Mike to fuck me in that hole, just so I knew what I felt like. But Mike was a little scary. Yes he was gentle, but he was a little larger than average. But he had taken all my virginities so far and perhaps he should be the best person to do it. After all, he was my fiance.

But, I asked Dan about it first. He was more candid about it, and actually gave me some tips while we were at the staircase again.

D: Yeah. I've done it. I don't know why girls would want to do it, there's nothing in there that feels good for you.

Me: Really?

D: I think so. For guys there's a prostate. For girls… what is there?

Me: Who knows?

D: But I can tell you. Wow. It's so much tighter, and the contractions, and more friction.

Me: Friction?

D: Cos not naturally lubricated. You'll need tons of lube. And you need to relax. And… you need to douche beforehand.

Me: Wow. So many things to do. Is it even worth it?

D: For the guy? Definitely. For the girl… up to you.

Me: I would like to try.

D: Really?

Me: Yes. At least see what it feels like. Then if I like it… double penetration… hahaha…

D: You watch too much porn.

Me: I want to try.

D: Then you try two cocks in your pussy.

Me: Is it nice?

D: I can't speak for the girl, but when I did that… wow.

Me: Why is it wow?

D: I can feel the other guys cock rubbing against mine. It's quite erotic actually.

Me: Say what?

D: No really. Even with the condom, his dickhead was rubbing against mine. Wow. I came so fast.

Me: Err…..

D: But you're quite tight. And Mike's… not exactly small…

Me: You want to rub your dick against his???

D: I've crossed swords with others before.

Me: Hahaha! Crossed swords??? Is that what you call it?

D: I think so.

Me: Wow. Ok.

D: But maybe you need to get some toys. Butt plug, slimmer vibrator. Then see if it can fit?

Me: Right. I'm still thinking about it.

D: Well, let me know if you want to try. I can prepare him first.

Me: I wanted to ask about something else also.

D: What?

Me: Gangbangs. Have you tried?

D: Wow. You're really a curious cat. Yeah I have.

Me: How many?

D: 8 guys.

Me: What????

D: With 2 girls…. You didn't let me finish. I'm not sure how 1 girl can take 8 guys.

Me: Wow you're really experienced.

D: When you're young and bored you try anything.

Me: Have you sucked a cock before?

D: Yup.

Me: Serious?? Did you get ass fucked?

D: Nope. But I got fingered. Prostate massage. It's amazing.

Me: Ok. I'm getting a little freaked out by you now.

D: Freaked out by what?

Me: The things you do.

D: And yet you're still here.

Me: Yeah.

D: So I guess I'm not that scary after all.

Me: Can you fuck my ass?

D: What?

Me: I want to try it.

D: I think you should ask Mike first.

Me: For permission or ask him to do it?

D: Try with him. If he can't, or won't then I'll do it.

Me: Ok. I'll do that. Anyway, quickie?

D: Sure.

I blew him till he was hard and he took me from behind again.

Somehow, despite doing this so many times, it was still thrilling for him and he came super fast. One day perhaps I should ask him to slow down and take his time and enjoy the thrill of doing it in public for longer.

I didn't tell her about this. If I did, I don't think she can accept it.

Last time we agreed on an exclusive relationship, but recently I'm having fantasies about fking other ladies and having open relationship.

Maybe I read too much about such stories and watch too much porn?

Maybe I should just keep things as fantasies.

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Not everyone can be as understanding and accepting. Don't hurt your partner unwittingly.

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Yes i agree with you. Now i remember, i briefly told her that i fantasized having sex with another lady. She also told me she fantasized having sex with her then colleague.

Tbh, I also don't know if i can accept her having sex with another guy. So we jus kept everything as fantasies. I told her so long as it's in the mind and we never act it out it's ok?

Last time we briefly opened up our relationship during a short period of time when we broke up. However, nothing happened thereafter.

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Came here from the "other" thread, loving your story sis!

Nice to read and know more about sisters' stories

Trust me, its definitely not boring. Although this is a sex forum and everyone (probably) has very sexciting stories that yours might seem pretty "meh", but really, its still very interesting as everyone's experience is different.

I also thought I have a boring story, but when I share my sexual experiences with others, they're like "wow that's crazy" even though its probably pretty normal/common to most of the bros here

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Fantasies are fine I guess. But what if one day you or her decide you want to live out those fantasies?

Thank you! I kind of agree that my story is "boring" because everyone else's is so interesting!

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Hello Sis good morning, thanks for getting back to me.

I don't know if we will ever live out those fantasies as she's quite a conservative person also with low sex drive. Dunno if we can get past the jealousy of seeing another guy with her, or she seeing another lady with me?

Funny last time she can even joke about me having sex with my ex colleague. :confused:

Then she even threatened that if she finds me cheating will chop off my kkj:eek:

And no i don't find your stories boring :)

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As you grow older your attitudes and beliefs may change. Just make sure whatever you want to do is done with consent and understanding from all parties.

Otherwise, good luck if she cuts it off.

Hello Junebaby ,thanks for your advice ;)

Just curious, how did you get your hubby to "approve " you to have a Fwb ?

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So I eventually never got to try anal.

Mike was concerned about hurting me due to his size, even though I mentioned butt plugs and lube. In a certain sense, that showed me how much he cared for me, even though it also didn't allow me to further explore my sexuality. I accepted it though.

I asked Dan about it again as well. But he was unwilling to proceed unless Mike had agreed, which was strange to me. It somehow made me feel that maybe I didn't have much power over them at all.

To cut the long story short, Mike decided to drop out of school in the 3rd year, and had to pay back the school fees and allowances as he was on a bond. Thankfully, he didn't decide to quit after he had completed his studies, that would have been disastrous, both financially and possibly professionally. What irked me was that he didn't really consult me about this, but I might have been at fault too for encouraging him to pursue his dreams.

Unsurprisingly, he applied to rejoin the Army thereafter. He was initially fearful of not being accepted, as he had broken the government bond with MOE, but I guess as he wasn't taking up sponsored studies with SAF, it wasn't that bad after all. Luckily he had a good recruiter who was able to advise him properly, and mentioned that he could not sign on directly to special forces at that point in time as selection was not open yet or something, and recommended him to sign on to any ground unit first to at least secure his employment. With employment, he could at least pay back the monthly installment for breaking the MOE bond.

Somehow, the army recruiter felt that Mike's service record, as well as performance during his NSF period was good enough to cross-over to Officer Cadet School, with the view of eventually taking up sponsored studies to get a degree. Mike decided to cross over first and attend OCS before making any other decisions.

So Mike was posted to an infantry unit while waiting for the next OCS intake. As he had already completed basic leadership training, he was allowed to cross over at mid-term, meaning his officer training would last only around 6 months.

When he was back in the army, it was like his NSF times again. I only saw him during weekends. Needless to say, I met Dan pretty often during that period, but we kept going to budget hotels instead of the staircase. It was so frequent that if there was a VIP membership for Hotel 81 or Fragrance Hotel, we would probably be immediately eligible.

After Mike was commissioned as an officer, he was posted to be a Platoon Commander. It was minimally an one year tour. Mid-way through, he was offered a study award to obtain degree qualifications. He provisionally accepted the offer, but informed his superiors that he would like to go for Special Forces selection first. It sounded like a stupid idea, but who was I to judge?

In any case, I guess Mike really wasn't cut out for Special Forces.

A month into his training, he got injured and had to withdraw. Luckily for him, the timing of everything matched so he disrupted from service to study, heading back to NTU. I don't know if it was a blessing or not. He did get injured after all, and what I heard about injuries in the SAF was that your career is usually derailed after that.

Dan sort of confirmed this, as he was a Manpower Officer with the Commandos before, but he also mentioned that there were numerous soldiers who had overcome adversity and went on to have outstanding careers. Perhaps Mike would be one of them. As for me, all I wanted was for Mike to be safe and sound, and eventually make good on his promise to buy me a better ring when we got married.

Mike kind of surprised me though, and went one better. We finally applied for a BTO together, a four room in a new estate. No longer did we have to stay over at each other's houses ocassionally and only being only able to fuck when no one was home, or to do it very quietly. But the wait was gonna be almost 3 years, assuming we could get it on the first try.

But at least it looked like our dreams for an ideal life would soon be realized.

Fast forward a couple of years and Mike eventually graduated with honours and returned to the army.

During those years I only saw Dan regularly whenever Mike was busy with school. It was actually pretty amazing that we had lasted so long for a "relationship" that was based purely on sex.

Life seemed to go back to normal after that. At least I had much more time with Mike.

Or so I thought.

As we only managed to get the flat on our second try, hence the years of waiting, we finally collected the keys to our BTO in the Northeast and were preparing to move in, which means that we had to ROM soon. The location wasn't fantastic at that moment, but at least there were feeder buses, and an MRT/LRT nearby. There were a couple of malls nearby as well.

Mike was also pretty settled in the army, having been promoted to CPT. His previous injury had also stabilized and he was looking forward to going for Special Forces selection again.

Me, on the other hand, finally left the MNC. I had been assistant manager for so many years and there didn't seem to be much progression. I found, and joined a SME, taking on a Marketing & Business Development Manager role, albeit in a totally different industry.

Anyway we had a simple ROM ceremony where only our immediate family was present. My witness was April, while John was Mike's witness.

Moving in with Mike was kind of a relief. We finally had a place to call our own. We also got a car, probably wasn't such a good idea to buy a brand new one considering the price of COE, but I guess we deserved spending a little on ourselves.

All the way until the ROM, Dan was still my regular friend with benefits. It was surprising how we lasted so long as FWBs. But over the years, he became more like a best friend as compared to April, who had somehow disappeared from my life for so long, only popping up here and there to check in on me.

He was actually my first choice for my witness, but he went overseas for a sabbatical just a week before our ROM. So in the end, I lost my best FWB as well.

April and John were already married and already had their own house, Mike and I were kind of slow in that aspect I guess.

Our house was simply furnished, electronics and furniture coming from Courts, Harvey Norman and the cliched Ikea.

At least with our own house now, I would definitely see him daily, and we could make up for all the lost time previously.

The first few months were of wedded bliss. We practically had sex everyday, until Mike decided to go for his Special Forces Selection again, leaving me alone, even on some weekends.

I was pissed off. Like how could he do this to me again. I guess what I craved the most was having him around, which probably explained why I kept going to Dan previously, as he was around for me. I flirted with the idea of contacting Ben again, but decided against it. It would be too suspicious, and besides, we weren't really FWB, but more of FB.

So with Mike gone temporarily again, and Dan goodness knows where, I leveraged on technology to find a new companion.

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Thanks for the update TS:)

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He knew all along, or at least he suspected. He didn't say anything so I didn't bother to come clean with him. Before marriage still not so bad. It was after marriage where I still had a FWB that I think maybe he wasn't so pleased.

But we talked about it and worked things out.

Thanks!

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Great share sis, shall wait here for more juicy updates :)

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Camping for more updates.

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There were so many apps available for one to find a partner. Tinder, Skout, OkCupid etc. I signed up for accounts of all of those, clearly stating that I was married, and looking for someone to chat with. Anything else would just be a bonus. To maintain the air of mystery, I didn't upload a clear photo of my face. Instead, I used a simple half-face photo of myself wearing a tube dress, showing off a little bit of my cleavage. Obviously, I'd be getting messages from horny men. All I needed to do was to filter out the trash. Or I could always engage all of them just for fun.

Unsurprisingly, I got tons of likes within minutes of creating my account.

Majority of those likes were from accounts with clear frontal shots. However, I found myself more drawn to those more mysterious profiles which didn't really show the faces.

I probably spent the entirety of the weekend just chatting and teasing random people, with no real intention of actually meeting any of them. They seemed so desperate to get into my pants.

One profile did catch my eye though. It was someone who proclaimed he was a good storyteller. In my own profile, I did mention I would be willing to listen to stories.

So this guy was a year or so older than me, let’s call him Tom. He is married and an ex-army regular, and he had lots of interesting stories to tell. About his first marriage, his downward spiral after divorce, his FWBs/FBs, his current wife and life. The stories were pretty interesting yet I sometimes wondered how real all of it was.

Anyway we progressed to chatting on Telegram. We exchanged a couple of self-destructing pics, just to show each other what we looked like.

The more I chatted with him, the more intrigued I was.

One day, he mentioned he was bored and I can't remember why but I started sending him sexy pictures to tease him and asked him what he wanted to do to me.

I think that probably triggered him. He asked to see more, so I sent him different pictures in different poses.

He particularly liked the ones of my erect nipples under clothes and mentioned he wanted to suck on them, and bury his face in my chest. It was all very exciting. I was happy teasing him and letting him fantasize about me as it was a welcome distraction from work, with Dan and Mike not being around.

Alas, I was running out of teasing pictures to send, having sent so many already. He did try to send me some pics to tease me too, but it didn't really work. Guys don't have much to tease with, and I didn't want a dick pic. I would rather see it in real life. Maybe touch it. Maybe see if it fills my mouth nicely. Now that would be interesting.

But for right now, the status quo would be maintained. Who knows what would happen in the future?

After days of teasing him with various pics of myself, showing off my cleavage, erect nipples, and what not, the guy actually sent me a fully nude pic, but his hands very covering his privates. He asked for a similar pic from me and I was only half considering it.

His pic honestly wasn't that appealing. I could tell he used to work out, probably when he was still in the army, but he appeared to have gotten lazy after leaving the army. I was only slightly curious what lay beneath. He mentioned before he was small, so how enticing could it actually be? In any case, I was more interested in his writing rather than his nude pics, no matter how artistic they might be.

If I were to send him such pics, what would happen next? Would he get bolder and ask for more revealing pics? Would he want to meet? Was I prepared for that?

But just how far was I intending to take this virtual teasing with him? And would it turn non-virtual? I had no answer at that point of time.

Anyway, around 3 months later, Mike was back. He had gotten injured again. It seemed like Special Forces really wasn't his thing. He was placed on administrative duties while recovering from his injury. I could tell he was pretty affected by it. He went straight to his game room after dinner daily, only coming to bed around midnight, and the next day left early for work.

Of course, our sex life suffered greatly. He would be so tired from work and gaming, he'd simply go straight to bed.

Even when I tried to turn him on with my hand or mouth, there would be little to no reaction. Or a reaction that was unfavourable like him pushing me away, saying he was tired, and that he wanted to sleep. It was infuriating.

He rarely touched or kissed me either. Oh how my breasts craved his gentle squeezes, the things he used to do to my nipples, his mouth on them, his tongue teasing them, making them hard then flicking them around. My loins ached for his magic fingers stroking my lips, rubbing circles around my clit, slowly inserting to check the wetness.

I swear I was going to go crazy.

One fine day I decided to indulge Tom with the pic he was asking for.

I set up my phone for a timed selfie, stripped to my panties, covered my boobs with my hands and sent him the pic.

His reply was almost instant. He was getting hard. From such a simple teasing pic? He must be really weak. Or perhaps deprived. He had mentioned he had not had sex with his wife for quite some time.

His next request was for one hand covering my boobs and the other my pussy. I wondered if I should. I had never sent him any fully nude pics so far.

I set the timer again and stripped off my panties and posed the way he wanted to. I don't know why but I was getting hot as well. Was my teasing of him turning myself on? I had no clue.

I sent him the pic. Not only was he hard now, he said he was leaking precum. And his pants were too tight.

I half considered asking him to take them off. But my rule of no dick pics remained. So I didn't say anything.

But I certainly wondered what his next request would be.

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Ohhh my.. G...... These stories are really teasing, arousing me.. I never dream to be able to have these type of fantasy.. It really makes me wonder real life fantasy do exist? Besides porn...

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Exactly my thoughts

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I think so as well

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He didn't really reply so I let it be. He must have been busy at work. Or perhaps he was taking an extended break in the toilet with the image of my nude form burned into his brain. Maybe I should send him videos next time.

Anyway we continued chatting normally, with the occasional teasing pic, and him telling me his fantasies of me.

The situation with Mike didn't improve. It was as though he had given up on his life, along with me as well.

I tried talking to him about it but got mostly monosyllabic replies. Eventually I gave up.

One fine day, I got a text from Dan.

D: Hey babe! I'm back! How's everything?

Seems like he had decided to return home after all.

Me: Not too good. Are you free to meet up?

D: Sure? Staircase or hotel?

Me: Idiot! Who said I wanted sex?

D: Do you?

Me: Fine. Yes. I do.

D: Ok. Staircase or hotel then?

Me: Actually, can you come over?

I texted him my new address.

D: Wait. Where's Mike?

Me: At work. Who knows? Who cares?

D: Ah. Ok. Guess you wanna talk about it. I'll be over… maybe in an hours time?

Me: Ok.

I took a shower to prepare for Dan's arrival. I was working from home during this period of time so my timing was more or less flexible. I didn't have any work calls planned that afternoon anyway.

Dan arrived at the appointed time and I let him in. He looked very different. He was more tan, and his usually messy hair was now neatly slicked back. He also started dressing nicer, wearing berms and a polo tee, instead of singlets or those crumpled t-shirts he liked to wear. He looked very uncle now.

The first thing he did was give me a hug. I wasn't expecting that honestly. But it felt good having some human contact again. If we did have sex, I'm thinking it was going to be explosive.

So we sat in the living room and chatted over some red wine. He listened to my issues and didn't say much, preferring to understand the whole situation first before actually giving any advice. Knowing Dan, his advice would probably be good.

D: You need to give him space. I've known some regulars who got injured and totally lost themselves. All they knew was being in the army, and being injured, it was hard for them to be perform at the same level as they used to. He needs time and space to heal, to rediscover his passion, to realize that all is not lost. Furthermore, isn't this the second time he got injured? It must be doing wonders for his morale.

Me: But he's neglecting me and my needs.

D: To be honest, you know the kind of guy he is. He will retreat into his shell. Don't force him to come out before he's ready. As for your needs… well, I'm back.

Me: Idiot. I'm married now. It's different.

D: But is that going to stop you?

Me: I don't know. I really don't.

Dan leaned over and cupped my cheek. I felt my heart racing. He pressed his lips against mine, teasing them with his tongue. I wasn't sure how to react, but it certainly felt good so I reciprocated, my tongue meeting his. I pushed him onto the sofa and got on top of him, frenching him furiously. His hands wandered from my hips, under my t-shirt and unhooked my bra. I felt his hands cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples which were already hard. I moaned into his mouth.

My own hand reached below and unbuttoned his berms, reaching in through his boxers. I felt the precum at the tip. He was already hard.

I attacked his pole, licking off the precum and pulling down the foreskin. I twirled my tongue around his dickhead and teased the frenulum, more precum seeped out and I sucked it all up. I ran my tongue down his shaft, and sucked gently on his balls. It was his turn to moan. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft while wanking him slowly, teasing his balls.

Me: Don't cum yet. I want you inside me.

D: 69?

Me: Ok.

I removed my shorts and panties and got into position, resuming my attack on his throbbing member.

I felt his tongue on my clit. He went straight for the kill. I was already so deprived that the lightest of touches sent shivers down my spine. He slid a finger in, probing at my g-spot.

Me: I want you inside me.

D: Ok.

He sat up on the sofa and I got onto him, his hard cock slid in easily. I was dripping wet. I loved the feeling of his raw cock rubbing against my insides. It had been so long anything was inside there.

D: Damn, I don't recall you being this tight.

I playfully slapped him.

Me: Idiot!

He buried his face in my boobs, alternately sucking each nipple. Was this what Tom had in mind as well? Suddenly thinking about it aroused me further and I rode him harder, grinding my clit against him.

D: Slow down! I'm going to cum!

I ignored him. Sure enough, I felt his warm cum coating my insides. He was shooting a lot. I guess I was the first girl he saw since returning. It felt so nice. And again it got me thinking about Tom. Would it feel this good? But he said he had a small cock, so probably not.

I got off Dan and we cleaned up. He felt he shouldn't stay long so he left shortly after.

I was still feeling horny though, so I decided to text Tom again.

I squeezed my naked boobs together and strategically covered certain areas.

I sent him the pic with the words "Someone just buried his face in these. Don't you wish it was you?"

And I waited for his reply.

He didn't reply instantly. I wondered why. Perhaps still busy at work. Usually whenever I sent pics, he would view them instantly, and tell me what he wanted to do. This time, it was probably an hour or so before he replied.

T: Oh wow. Did he enjoy it?

Strange. He didn't ask when his turn was. He actually did ask if I wanted to meet in real life but my response was non-committal.

Me: I enjoyed it more.

T: What else happened? Surely there was more right?

Me: Yup. I rode him till he came.

T: Nice. Big cock?

Me: Big enough. You jealous?

T: Of course.

Me: Hee.

But he still didn't say much or offer himself up to me. Instead he just kept stimulating me mentally with his fantasies of me.

Anyway, I tried to talk to Mike again that night but the same shit happened. In the end I decided to give him his space and time to heal. I really didn't want to give him any additional stress or reason to sink further into what appeared to be slight depression. I wanted to be around for him just as he promised to be around for me.

As I was working from home for an extended period of time, Dan simply came over on almost a daily basis. It was irritating though. I had a husband but someone else was giving me the physical pleasure and attention I craved. Dan obviously didn't mind. After all, we were having so much sex that it was unlikely he would have the energy to see other people.

At the same time I was still texting Tom, still sending him teasing pics, and still receiving his fantasies.

One fine day, I decided to take the next step.

I wore a sexy black lace panties and lay on my couch. I covered my boobs as usual and took a selfie. I sent it to him with the words "These are waiting for you. Wanna meet them?".

I wondered how long he would take to reply.

The response this time was almost instantaneous.

T: Wow. For real?

I actually don't know why I did that. I didn't even know if I was actually ready to meet someone else.

What if he was a psycho and raped and killed me? What if he really had a small cock? What if all along I've been teasing him, he had actually been teasing me as well?

I simply replied "hee" and left it at that as I couldn't think of a suitable response. I probably shouldn't trigger him further. He might want to do something that I might regret.

I had the whole afternoon to myself though, with no work calls, and having already finished my work, and I was feeling really horny and bored.

I was tempted to text Dan, but he had been drained by me over the past few days, maybe I should let him rest. He was already entertaining me so often. I wondered if I was being fair to him.

After a few hours, Tom finally responded.

T: I can meet if you want. Only if you really want to.

Shit. He was keen. What should I do now?

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You mean a guy teasing a girl and vice versa?

Of course it happens, with the right girl under the right circumstances of course.

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Awaiting your updates. Your write up make me fantasies too.

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I meant the whole fantasy. Because someone build his fantasy on my exwife n broke my family. Now I can only fantasie only

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Waiting for my writer to send me the next chapter...

Sorry to hear that. But as with most things, it takes 2 hands to clap.

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Hey June,

Its kinda amazing how you have been keeping your sex drive so high since young till now..
Any secrets to share to those men with wives? lol :p

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Actually, I think my sex drive is normal. It's not like I'm having sex or craving for sex daily. 2-3 times a week is good enough for me now.

Not sure what tips I can give, but most importantly is not to neglect your wives. Otherwise they may go and fulfil their needs somewhere else. Even with low sex drive, you still need to maintain the relationship.