It's been a few years since the last time my wife met up with an American in Bangkok. They texted each other from time to time but never met up as they are based in different cities.
My wife had grown sexier over the years, morphing more and more into the MILF that she is today. Childbirth had given her fully bosom and a curvier body. Maturity has also made her a more confident woman.
She had also quit her job to be a full time hot mummy, focused on taking care of the kids and tending to me, her husband. Life was good.
One evening out of the blue, she received a text from the American. He was coming to Singapore for business and wondered if she would be keen to meet up.
She was pleasantly surprised by the text. It's been a while since they met that night when he broke her as a woman again and again in his office. She enjoyed it thoroughly. She felt like a wanted woman, even though her husband couldn't get enough of her. Having another man want her was different, something every woman desires.
Memories of that night came flooding back and she could feel moisture forming below. However, she had become more matured and was in better control of her urges, or so she thought.
Singapore.
The American landed a few days later and checked into a nice hotel along Orchard Road in Singapore.
It was a posh 5 Star hotel with butler service. As soon as he checked in, he texted my wife again, relentless in his pursuit of her, even though he was married and had a child at the time. To him, my wife was a special conquest.
My wife was in two minds about meeting up, remembering full well how the last two meetings ended. However, she felt more confident and matured than she was all though years ago and thought it won't be that easy for him this time.
She agreed to meet up with him for coffee. She figured without alcohol, there was less of a chance of reoccurrence of the previous meetings. She also had a backup plan, she would meet him just before a gym class so that she would have a reason to leave the meeting before anymore "mistakes" could occur. She had it all figured out.
Coffee.
It was the day of the meeting. As she had planned to join a gym class straight after his meeting with the American, she dressed up in her gym attire. She put on a pair of very short tights that barely covered her ass, perfect for the HIIT class she was to attend, a matching sports bra that showed too much cleavage and over it was a "barely there" tank top that showed a lot of her side boob. All the fashion these days. Little did she realise that her attire was a turn on for men. Under her tights was a pair of exercise thong to avoid VPL.
She arrived at the hotel coffee shop on time. It was a posh place and it was fairly empty being a weekday afternoon. The American was already there waiting for her, punctual as always.
He looked dashing, a little more matured than she remembered, with streaks of grey on both sides of his temple. He was well dressed with a nice linen shirt and loose khaki pants, perfect attire for the Singapore weather.
They greeted each other with a peck on the lips and sat down to catch up. He was different this time, more conservative in his demeanor and didn't try to come on to her. She learnt that he was happily married and had a child, which had changed him for the better. He was pleased to learn that my wife was the same and childbirth had made her more delicious than before. He noticed it, caught a few glances of her ample cleavage as they sat and chatted.
My wife was more at ease now, noticing that the American appeared to be less driven by his hormones. She was letting her guard down, listening intently to him describing his family life and before long was mesmerised by his eyes in the afternoon sun. It was a strange feeling. She wasn't supposed to feel this way but started to find herself sexually attracted to this calm, confident, mature and rugged handsome man sitting in front of her.
She lost track of time and soon realised she was going to be late for her class. She wanted to cut short the conversation but found it hard to bring herself to do it. She was too captivated by the American as he spoke in a calm and gentlemanly way.
As much as she wanted to stay, she decided it was time to leave for her class. She interrupted him in the middle of a topic and said she had to go. The American was disappointed but didn't insist she stayed. However, he did invite her to check his suite, which he said was one of a kind.
My wife, who felt more in control than before, agreed to his invite. Although she was late for her class, she did hear rave reviews about the suites of the St. Regis and decided to go have a quick peek. The American played it cool when she accepted and she felt assured by his reaction.
They then proceeded up to the suite.
The Suite.
The St. Regis was the newest hotel in Singapore at the time. It was said to be the first and only 6 Star Hotel in Singapore. The furniture in the room was Art Deco style, with ornate trims and legs, full plush carpet on the floors and the ceilings were covered in lighted panels that looked like glowing bronzed metal sheets.
My wife could tell that the hotel was special by looking at the offerings at the mini pantry and the little treats sprinkled around the room. The study room and bedroom were separated by the bathroom. In the living room / fobar area was a 3 seater sofa and single couch that looked like a mini throne, complete with gold trims running from the top of the backrest down to the legs.
The bathroom was all glass, partially visible from the living room, complete with full marble flooring, walls and counters.
My wife had not seen such a room before and was a little impressed. She could imagine herself enjoying the room very much if this were her stay, but it wasn't and it was time for her to go.
After admiring the very expensive looking coffee machine, she decided it was time and turned around to prepare to leave. To her surprise, the American was standing right behind her, dangerously close to her. He looked deep into her eyes and she looked back. "Here we go again." she thought to herself.
