James has a particular kink about married women. He finds appeal in the challenge of winning over someone who is already committed. The perceived difficulty of the pursuit can make the potential success more rewarding. He has actively hunted for the ‘forbidden fruit’ his whole life. Then one day, the hunter becomes the hunted, a woman he sees as a potential new prey, is actually a predator herself.
James : arnghh..arnghh..argnhhh!
Liping : ernghh..ernghhh!
James grunted and smiled at the wedding photo hanging above the bed. Liping looked so radiant in her wedding gown, she was smiling so beautifully in the picture beside her husband.
James didn’t even know the husband’s name, he only knew he was a a frequent flyer and Liping is alone at home most of the time.
James : arnghhhhh!
James ejaculated raw into Liping as she moaned and held onto his thrusting hips.
After catching his breath, James pulled out of Liping and gazed at her, still breathless from their intimate encounter. With a sly grin on his face, he leaned down and whispered into her ear ;
James : That was amazing…mmmh
Liping, still high and intoxicated from the alcohol, pant for air as James’ semen leaked out of her reproductive organ.
She couldn’t warp her head around what just happened. One moment she was in a pub with her colleagues after work, then James approached to buy her a drink.
One thing led to another and before she realised it, they were fucking on her matrimonial bed without a condom.
James : I got to go, have an early meeting to get to later…
It was coming to 3am in the morning and Liping had a splitting headache. She could feel her head spinning and a hangover setting in.
James got dressed, took a picture of Liping, naked on her bed, fresh cum dripping out of her vagina with the wedding photo of her and husband in the background.
James : Alright…bye…
James slipped on his shoes, helped himself to a can of soft drink from the fridge and left the 4 room flat in Punggol.
He hailed a taxi and as he climbed in, smiled in satisfaction to himself. Blessed with boyish good looks and a gift of the gab, he is a charming man. Liping was the 2nd married woman he bedded that month, and if he could get a 3rd, he will break his own record.
There’s something about married women that turns him on a lot. From an evolutionary standpoint, James unconsciously see a married woman as a desirable mate because she has already been deemed “fit” by another man, implying she has qualities worth committing to. Not that he is going to commit anything other than his seed.
He loves it when he sees the wedding ring on their finger, even more so when he could hold their hand and take them in their home. Most of the time it happens in the hotel room, or in their car, but on rare occasions where he runs into particularly gullible and innocent girls like Liping, all it takes is some persuasion, and the door opens.
James bask in the triumph of having bedded a women in her home, on the very bed she shares with her husband. That is an accomplishment that not many men could claim to have achieve.
He didn’t care about the consequences. The name and number he gave were fake. Everything he shared with the women about himself is fake. All carefully constructed to get into their pants.
James got home and sent the picture of Liping to his printer. A few minutes later, Liping joined the gallery of other women James has conquered on his study wall, all 27 of them.
When James fell asleep, he was already thinking of number 28.
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James saw the beautiful woman leaning against the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention from his table.
With shoulder length hair, she looks like that confident private banker you walk pass along Marina Bay mall. She has a beautiful smile and a great figure dressed in a tailored business suit. James couldn’t help but notice the expensive watch adorning her wrist, and that shiny ring on her finger. She’s married. The woman is beautiful, gorgeous in fact by James standard.
It’s not enough to have a good body, a nice pair of legs, or even a good firm pair of racks. The whole package has to come together nicely with that confident look in her eyes and smile.
Her smile was both seductive and challenging, daring any man to resist her. The first time James caught her eye as she crossed her legs in a teasing yet sophisticated way, she grinned at him, almost taunting him. It was as if she were silently asking, “Do you have the courage?”
James ordered a drink from the bartender and began to make his way towards her table, his eyes never leaving hers. As he approached, he could sense her gaze, and he knew she was interested. He slid into the seat beside her.
James : Hi…
Sylvia : oh…hi…
James usually used a fake name, but for reasons he could not fathom, he used his real one that day.
James: I’m James…and i would like to buy you a drink…
Sylvia : hahha…Well thank you James, i’m Sylvia, and i can pay for my own drinks…
James: hahah…
As they chatted, he could see the attraction growing between them, and without hesitation, he began to weave his web. He pried into her personal life, offering his condolences about her recently deceased father, and sharing his own painful tale of losing his mother in a tragic accident.
The drinks flowed and before long, Sylvia had joined James at his table and they were well into their 2nd bottle of wine.
James initiated physical contact under the table and Sylvia did not shy away.
James : where shall we go after this?
Sylvia : mmmh…my place is empty…
James : what about your husband…?
Sylvia : I wouldn’t worry about him…he’s not coming back …
James: hahah…
30 minutes later, they were making out in the back of a taxi as they head to Sylvia’s place in Robertson Quay.
They held hands and James realised Sylvia is 33 years old, 3 years older than him. He didn’t mind, all he could think about was breaking his own record of bedding 3 married woman in a month.
Sylvia locked the door and took out a half finished bottle of wine from the fridge.
Sylvia: I’m going to go shower…
Sylvia said with a teasing smile.
James helped himself to the wine and sat down on the sofa.
He barely finished half a glass when he realised her was drooling.
James : huh…whh..
He’s was conscious but he found his body paralyzed.
James : huh?…phwwat…arrrr..
He tried to speak, but he only drooled and groaned.
James looked at the wine glass and his vision began to blur as he kept blinking.
He started drooling more and before he knew it, he was peeing himself on the sofa as his heart raced in panic.
Sylvia came out of the room, freshly showered and wrapped in a bathrobe.
She came close and held James cheeks. She smiled and kissed James on his lips before whispering to him.
Sylvia : It’s ok…Everything is ok…Mummy is here…ok? Mummy is here…
James groaned and for the first time in his life, he felt fear flowing through his veins when Sylvia pulled out a pair of scissors from her robe pocket.
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