It had been a few months since that memorable trip to Bangkok where my wife was gang-banged by her FWB and a friend, and hooking up with naughty couple who were the hosts at an awesome party we were invited to.
The sex had been awesome since the trip, as the recollection of the events made us more horny than ever. My wife was like a new woman, totally free of inhibitions when it comes to sex. I benefited from it of course, experimenting with her, unlocking her fantasies and had the pleasure of using all her holes. She was having more sex than she did before she was married, and she loved it.
One day, we got an unexpected message from the hosts we met in Bangkok. They were coming to Singapore for business and pleasure, and would like to meet up with us one evening for dinner and drinks.
The Invite.
The meeting was scheduled for a Thursday evening. The hosts had been in Singapore since Monday and were looking forward to a nice evening before they depart for Bangkok the next day. They were hosting a small dinner party for a small group of friends and have invited us.
The venue was the W Hotel on the resort island of Sentosa. The Hotel was one of the newest and hottest in Singapore, nestled within a cluster of high-end condos and hotels, connected to a marina filled with luxury yachts. It was a playground for the rich in Singapore. The resort island was connected by a road bridge to the mainland and so getting there was not an issue.
As it was a warm evening and considering the tropical resort feel of the venue, my wife decided to put on a long, thin and flowing sundress that was held together by a matching belt. Underneath was a sexy string bikini set. To match, I had on a cool Hawaiian shirt and a part of comfortable bermudas.
We arrived on time at the hotel at 8pm but was told by the guard that we got the venue wrong. The dinner party was at the next building at W Residences, the high-end condo next to the hotel. That was the first time we had been to the place and were impressed by the luxurious feel of the place. As it turned out, the Host had a penthouse unit at the condo and was hosting the dinner party there.
We arrived at the door just past 8pm and were greeted warmly by the hosts, who both hugged my wife and cheekily grabbed her butt as they did. They obviously still remembered her and were thrilled to see that my wife was as delicious as ever. Both the hosts had on matching button down linen shirts and casual shorts.
There were about 10 guests at the dinner party and as per the last event we attended, the guests were all nice and friendly, a testament to the quality of the people the hosts choses to mix with.
Dinner was a simple affair but the penthouse wasn't. It had a huge terrace area connected to the dining hall. The terrace had an unlocked view of the marina. It was a gorgeous view. Bedrooms were at the end of the hall but we kept to the dining hall area.
Food was served buffet style. There was more booze than food and my wife didn't mind and she had not had a drink the whole week.
The hosts were charming as always and made sure all the guests were well attended to, especially my wife. I could tell the Hostess still had the hots for my wife. As the night wore on and the drinks flowed, the mood became more and more relaxed. Some of the guests were getting tipsy and so was my wife.
Soon the party was thinning out with only a few guests remaining. My wife was really having a good time, mixing with the ladies at the party, sipping champagne, getting intoxicated and loose.
The Hostess then decided to give the remaining guests a tour of the penthouse. It was huge, bigger than I had imagined. The layout of the penthouse was linear, with ample unblocked views on both sides as it was the highest apartment unit in the development. Besides the gorgeous bedrooms, each with a walk-in wardrobe, which was the envy of the ladies present, there were study areas, a wine cellar, two kitchens and endless balconies. The Host and Hostess were clearly very well to do to be able to afford this.
The dining room where the party was held was connected to the terrace overlooking the marina. However, there was another deck at the other end of the hallway next to the master bedroom, and that one had a jacuzzi that was hidden away from view, overlooking another part of the marina.
The Jacuzzi.
The jacuzzi was a mid-size, big enough for around five people to comfortably get in. It was already running, with aromatic bath salts and bubbles. It looked very tempting for a warm, clammy evening like tonight.
The Hostess, who was visibly half drunk by then, then surprised everyone by stripping down to her underwear and descended into the soothing waters of the jacuzzi. The guests were not embarrassed as they were good friends of the Hostess and figured she could do anything she liked in her penthouse. She invited the guests to join her but everyone declined, except my wife, who was visibly drunk by then.
My wife then slowly released her belt of her dress and let is fall open. She then let it fall completely off and placed it on the couch next to the jacuzzi. She looked gorgeous. Her skin was blushed from the alcohol, her string bikini perfectly hugging her form, just big enough to cover her private areas but small enough to leave little to imagination.
Slowly she stepped into the water, assisted by the Hostess who extended a helping hand. She was like a goddess stepping into a milk bath as the underwater lighting made it look that way. The guests stopped and stared at my wife, unbeknownst to her. I saw the Host stared intently, full of lust in his eyes. He quickly snapped out of it and invited the remaining guests back to the dining hall. I followed the guests just to give the ladies some privacy, not before checking with my wife to make sure she was okay. The Hostess assured me that she would be well taken care of.
