Story:: Do you trust me?

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I first met my wife Blake back in 2011. We had both just graduated from college, she from a party school in LA majoring in Literature + Film while I did boring old accounting in a local university. When we reminisced about how we met, the established story was we met at a friend’s BBQ birthday gathering. However, that wasn’t the case, and I took no effort to correct her as it would be embarrassing for her. The first time I laid my eyes on my beloved was Friday, 4th of Feb 2011. I remember it clearly as it was the 2nd day of the Lunar New Year.

It was a long weekend and I was at Zouk with my then GF along with some of my pals, drinking cheap vodka shots near the bar leading up to the VIP area. I remember looking at the VIP area and it was filled with gorgeous young women with Middle-aged men and I diverted my gaze back to my crew and felt a pang of envy. Why don’t we have the status to go to the VIP area? When my then GF and her friends went over to the ladies, I saw my friend’s neck strained to the left and I followed his gaze.

What beheld it forever changed my life. I saw a young lady with flowing black tresses tied up in a bun. She don on a really tight but skimpy strapless blue denim dress. The hemline was really short, like at most 2-3 inches from her crotch. The men around her all started to gawk and ogle at her, and even in the dark, it was obvious she loved the attention as there was a grin on her pretty face and her glazed eyes betrayed the fact that she had been drinking. Her cheeks were red and her gait was abit wobbly as I recalled. Her boobs at that time was overflowing from her top and everyone around her I remember were gawking at her.

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When she undid the bun behind her head to let her hair down, I must admit it was like I have seen an angel for the first time in my life.

I don’t really remember what we talked about next because it was really brief. However, I do remember hearing her yelp suddenly and a loud booming voice in a thick German accent punctuating the loud house music in the air:”Oh there you are! Come let's go to the dance floor NOW.” I saw her ex a tall German man in his 50s named Anton, wearing a shirt too tight for his body with tacky black leather pants.

He had scooped her up easily as he towered over us while she giggled drunkenly in delight. As he lifted her up and swung her towards the crowd, her hands instinctively went to the front of her skirt to cover up her crotch because as drunk as she was, she didn’t want to flash herself indecently in front of us lesser mortals.

I remember a huge pang of envy in my heart as I saw my future beloved being hoisted away by another man into a crowd of middle aged white men with Singaporean young ladies. Even though we weren’t together then, I had never felt so envious before. Even though my blood was boiling, I must admit that at that moment, I had never felt more alive.

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That night, when we hit the dance floor after downing a whole tower of beer, my male friends had purposely moved ourselves closer to Blake and her friends with the misguided belief that they could get us into the VIP area. As I was hugging and slow dancing my ex-GF, I couldn't help but steal glances at Blake and Anton grinding away carnally to the beat of the house music.

I remember seeing how she was allowing herself to be pulled closer to him and as he was much taller than her, he was effectively grinding against her midriff. I remember risking my ex-gf’s wrath by looking up and down Blake’s body and I noticed that though they were hugging each other tightly. I then realized it was her large bosom tightly encased in her dress creating that space. I remember wondering if her boobs were fake (They are real of course). How could someone so skinny be so endowed?

When I looked up at Anton I realized he knew I was checking out Blake. He had a stupid knowing smug grin on his face as we faced each other on the dancefloor while Blake and my ex were facing in opposite directions.

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As I smiled weakly at Anton, I noticed he cocked his gaze downwards as if he was signaling to me. I followed his gaze and saw he had brought his long arms down Blake’s lower back towards her butt. He cupped both his hands around her buttocks and squeezed them. When he did so, I remember seeing Blake’s body tighten into a ball and flinching. Blake then used her free hand to swat his prying hands away in protest. She kept doing that until he whispered something into her ears. To this day, I have no idea what he said to her but it made her resign to her fate and her body melted back into his embrace.

He kept kneading her buttocks, knowing full well that I was looking at both of them, like a viewer watching a Chef make bread. As his fingers inched closer to her hemline, I could see he was trying to lift up her dress. Blake’s hands instinctively went behind again, this time determined to keep her dress down. As Blake told him to stop, he acted dumb as if he couldn’t hear what she was saying.

As she protested louder, he threw me a knowing glance before moving his face right in front of hers, silencing her protest with a forceful kiss on her mouth as he french-kissed her deeply. This startled Blake and almost right at the moment when she brought up her hands around his neck to kiss him back, his right hands yanked upwards swiftly, revealing to me she was wearing a pair of white cotton thong-like panties underneath her dress while his left hand reached down and grabbed her asscheek

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It happened less than a few seconds but the sheer intense moment of Anton intentionally flashing Blake right in front of me aroused me to no end. I remember feeling my blood pooling around my groin and I got a hardon looking at that sight almost immediately.

I remember my ex teasing me about the lump in my pants while giggling away, oblivious to the truth of what got me so hard. I had to explain that it was because of her hugging me so tightly sheepishly. I remember glancing back at Anton and Blake’s direction right after but they had vanished into the crowd. I knew it was dangerous for me to go find them by myself so with a heavy heart, I just let it slide.

That night, as I was banging my ex-gf… All I could think of was that sight on the dancefloor. It took a Herculean effort on my part not to call out Blake’s name as I came quickly while in missionary position, wishing the person lying on my bed was her.

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Originally Posted by OppaiOppai

As I smiled weakly at Anton, I noticed he cocked his gaze downwards as if he was signaling to me. I followed his gaze and saw he had brought his long arms down Blake’s lower back towards her butt. He cupped both his hands around her buttocks and squeezed them. When he did so, I remember seeing Blake’s body tighten into a ball and flinching. Blake then used her free hand to swat his prying hands away in protest. She kept doing that until he whispered something into her ears. To this day, I have no idea what he said to her but it made her resign to her fate and her body melted back into his embrace.

He kept kneading her buttocks, knowing full well that I was looking at both of them, like a viewer watching a Chef make bread. As his fingers inched closer to her hemline, I could see he was trying to lift up her dress. Blake’s hands instinctively went behind again, this time determined to keep her dress down. As Blake told him to stop, he acted dumb as if he couldn’t hear what she was saying.

As she protested louder, he threw me a knowing glance before moving his face right in front of hers, silencing her protest with a forceful kiss on her mouth as he french-kissed her deeply. This startled Blake and almost right at the moment when she brought up her hands around his neck to kiss him back, his right hands yanked upwards swiftly, revealing to me she was wearing a pair of white cotton thong-like panties underneath her dress while his left hand reached down and grabbed her asscheek

If Blake’s asscheeks are as nice as those in the GIF… who could blame Anton…

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Months would pass and when I met Blake “Officially” for the first time at our friend’s BBQ at her house. It was pretty late in the night at that time (around 11pm) and she had popped by to say Happy Birthday after a night out with someone (I assumed it was Anton).

Her date had dropped her off in their taxi and drove off. As she entered the gate, almost every guy's eyes veered into her direction as she was wearing a red strapless tube dress.



All I could remember was that unholy sight I saw of her on the dancefloor. I must have had jerked off to innumerable porn videos about couples dirty dancing on the dancefloor, feeling empty each time I had jerked off to the memory of both of them. All I could think of is if she was wearing that same pair of panties at Zouk.

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When she came over to say hi to me, I tried to keep my cool though my heart was beating away like crazy.

The whole group started chatting away while we celebrated the cutting of cake for the birthday girl. All through-out the night, I kept stealing glances at Blake until one of our mutual friends nudged me to remind me I was attached. As we were drinking, she told me: "Dude, aside from the fact that you are attached...You are TOTALLY not Blake's type."

"What do you mean?", I asked

"She's a SPG. I don't think I have ever seen her NOT with a white guy ever since we knew each other from JC.", she replied in a deadpan disgusted look.

As the night wore on, we started to play "Cards against Humanity" and Blake was seated on my left. During a particular round when the community card was played, Blake whipped out her answers to a round of hoots and laughter. And my friend shot me a knowing look as she mouthed the words: "I told you so."



Suddenly, I saw her phone vibrate and a message popped out on the screen:

"Baby, are you coming soon? I'm done with work". She smiled devilishly at the message and excused herself while she me msg away on her phone.

It was at this moment my Ex called me too and I picked up my phone to answer. She just called to wish me goodnight and told me to msg her when I return home.

I saw Blake walking towards the door and suddenly this strange fixation/idea hit me. It was like an unmistakable draw towards her. She asked if its possible to grab a taxi at this time and location and my friend offered to call the cab company.

At that time, I had saved up enough $$$ to buy my very first Suzuki Bandit (A motorcycle). I offered to give her a lift somewhere close but she declined politely as she was wearing a really short skirt.

Dejected, I walked to the side of the bungalow to pick up my bike, I saw her figure leaving the house via the front porch, apparently awaiting for a taxi to pick her up.



As she hopped into a taxi, i felt a dark urge swelling inside me and then I would make a decision that would haunt me for the rest of my life. I rode my bike towards the blue visage of the taxi as I stalked closely behind it. Making sure I wasn't too close as there weren't that many cars on the road.

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I followed the blue taxi until we came to an area that was surrounded by old houses that were undoubtedly rented out as commercial property. I had expected her to pick up her boyfriend but instead the taxi stopped in front of a large office building and she alighted. As it was late at night, the whole street was deserted.



I immediately switched off my headlights and rounded a corner to prevent being spotted. I saw Blake press the intercom and the door opened as she walked up the office. Making sure I was not in view of any security cameras, I walked towards the door and realized it was tenanted to an Advertising Firm. The office lights was switched on, however the windows were shut closed and one couldn't really see what was happening inside.

I waited for about 10 mins at the other side of the street wondering what the fuck I was doing. I looked at the clock and realized that I would need to call my Ex soon at home otherwise she might get worried.

But the lights to the Advertising firm illuminated the dark street and beckoned me towards it. I took a deep breath and walked back towards the building and realized there was a dark alleyway at the back. I then walked towards it and realized that the lights were switched on also. However, the blinds were not fully drawn.

That was when I noticed a figure of a tall man appearing into view. As it was pretty far away, I flipped out my phone camera to try and zoom in...

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Then I saw Blake came into view. She had apparently even removed her top and I could see her bare back. They started kissing and making out intensely.

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Then I saw the male figure push Blake down against a chair as her legs came between him. There was a loud moan that even vibrated across the dark alleyway which I was standing in.



and then I realized they were fucking. Blake was being fucked by her white BF at that time because I saw the unmistakable Black Panties around her left ankle where she was still wearing those black stilettoes from earlier as he pushed himself deeper between her legs.