Twisted for Three

[a123c]

Good work TS, would love to read more

[Depraved]

Elaine appeared out of the corner of my vision as I peered out between the slated wardrobe door. She went over the TV counter and placed her handbag on the surface. Elaine appeared flushed, and she had a mischievous half smile on her face.

“Can’t believe how lucky you are,” I heard my wife say with a small giggle, “I didn’t think we would have a chance until tomorrow,” she added.

Almost immediately, Desmond appeared and embraced Elaine’s waist from behind. He started kissing her neck.

“Emmmm...” Elaine moaned affectionately. She was leaning back against him.

Desmond’s hands eagerly went upwards in front of her, up to her chest.

Elaine giggled and moaned softly again, wiggling against her student’s embrace.

Desmond started grinding his crotch against Elaine’s shapely butt.

“Wow, so hard edi?” my wife replied breathily. She turned her head and kissed Desmond on the cheek affectionately.

“I’ve been hard for you since dinner, Ms. Tan,” Desmond growled. Desmond turned her around and kissed her on the lips while backing her towards the unused bed. Elaine sighed and melted against him just as they fell on the bed together. As they frenched passionately, Desmond started hiking up her dress.

Desmond's hands slid up the sides of Elaine's smooth, shapely thighs and started tugging down the waistband of her beige lace panty.

Elaine broke the kiss and giggled. “Slowly la, aiyo. So impatient,” she whispered.

Desmond peeled off Elaine’s thin panties and flicked it aside. Then he impatiently stood up and started stripping his own clothes off while my wife lay flushed, breathing deeply in anticipation on the bed. He got completely naked and climbed back on the bed, kneeling beside Elaine while brandishing his fully erect cock in front of her face.

Without a word my wife started licking the boy’s penis. A surge of jealousy welled up within me. Elaine had never done oral for me.

It didn’t look like my wife was hesitating or at all apprehensive as she glided her tongue deftly up and down the boys’s shaft. She even locked eyes with Desmond has she polished his cock. It made me wonder how many times has she done this with him. There was no doubt that there was a practiced familiarity in her actions.

After a while, Elaine gave Desmond a mischievous smile before engulfing the head of his cock in her mouth. Desmond closed his eyes and hissed with pleasure. I nearly let out a groan of my own as I felt my cock twitch. My wife started giving her student a real blowjob, gently bobbing her head and teasing his engulfed cockhead with her full lips.

As if that weren’t shocking enough, Elaine moved one of her hands between her pale thighs and started running her finger along her pink slit.

“Are you wet for me, Ms. Tan?” Desmond grunted.

“Mmmmhmmm...” my wife gave a mouthful hum in reply.

A few torturous minutes passed as I watched my wife continue to eagerly pleasure the teenager with her lips and tongue.

“Ahhh. Okay, I’m ready...” Desmond groaned. He seemed to be grimacing and fighting back his climax.

My wife stopped the blowjob. She sultrily backed up and lay back on the bed. She then slowly spread her legs in invitation to Desmond. Elaine bit her lip as she glanced at her student expectantly, exuding such an intense sexuality that I hardly recognize her anymore. Where has this woman been hiding all my life?



Desmond immediately got on top of her and positioned himself between her parted shapely thighs. Elaine was still in her floral shift dress. Desmond immediately reached behind her and started to unzip her dress. The boy then started ravaging my wife with kisses, urgently pushing his face on to her body while his hands continued working behind Elaine to try to free her bra. Elaine moaned and arched her back. After a while she expertly reached back and unsnapped her bra.

After that, things were almost a blur. The pair seemed to writhe on the bed as one for some time. Elaine’s moans got louder and louder. It eventually built up to the point Desmond started thrusting between her legs, egged on by Elaine’s agreeable moans.

Many times, I had to look away. The two of them were locked in such a close and intimate embrace, with Desmond thrusting freely and firmly into my wife's sanctity while she moaned open mouthed at him. The whole time, their eyes were locked on each other, burning with intense passion.

It was too much.

“Ms. Tan, ahhhh!” I heard the boy groan.

I knew immediately that he was cumming in her.

I felt something running down my face and reached up to touch it.

It was tears.

My knees weak, I dropped to the floor and curled up at the corner of the wardrobe. I quickly lost track of time.

I think my wife and her student went another two rounds as I sat there with my world crumbling around me. Each of their coupling sounded more urgent and passionate than the last. The delirious cries and squeals of release coming from my wife was thoroughly burned into my mind.

I had thought I was strong enough to take it... To share my wife’s experiences, but apparently, I was wrong.

I don’t know how long I sat in the cupboard, but when my thoughts finally came back as my own, it was quiet outside. It would seem that the two had settled down.

My smartphone lit up silently in my hands. I glanced at it. My wife's pretty photo was on the caller screen. She was calling me.

There was no way I could answer it, so I let it go to voicemail.

“He’s not picking up,” I heard Elaine say out in the bedroom.

“Dun care about him lar,” Desmond replied callously.

My phone lit up again. Elaine was calling once more.

“I should go find him,” Elaine said after I didn’t pick up again.

“Just message him can liao la. Stay here tonight...” said Desmond.

“I... I can't... He needs me right now,” Elaine said.

“What?” Desmond snorted. "What's he gotten himself into?"

“I dunno. I just have a bad feeling. He’s not in a good place right now. Sorry Desmond, I got to go.”

I heard the bed-springs creak and light footsteps going to and fro. It would seem Elaine is getting dressed.

“Desmond...” I heard Elaine say, “Remember, what I said before. After this, we can no longer continue...”

“No fair!”

“Be mature about this okay? Remember your promises to me.”

“Ugh. What about the other two?”

“It’s the same for them. But I’m more worried about you. You’re more attached to me. Too attached.”

“But I love...”

“Desmond, don't say it," Elaine said, cutting him off. "I'm sorry. It's time to grow up."

I heard more pitter-patter of soft footsteps and then i heard the hotel room door latch open and seconds later the door thud shut.

What followed was a long while of dreadful silence.

Then I heard the bed-springs squeak again and a set of footsteps approaching. The door to the wardrobe was pulled open and I found myself staring up at a very different Desmond than the one I had seen up to this point.

The boy was crying.

“Congrats, you win,” Desmond said bitterly. “Now get the fuck out.”


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I stumbled out into the hallway and the door slammed shut behind me. I remembered that Elaine had gone to look for me and I quickly checked my phone. There was an additional 5 misscalls and a bunch of new messages from my wife. The messages were almost all pleas to get me to call her back.

I decided to return to my room across the hallway and call her.

I slid in the keycard and opened my hotel room door. Almost immediately, there was a cry from within the room and my wife, Elaine came bounding up to the door, eyes wide with worry.

“Where were you!?” She gasped. “Why didn’t you even message me?!”

“S-sorry,” I replied, “I just got a lot to think about.”

Elaine ran into me and embraced me tightly. “You idiot. I was so worried.”

“I’m okay....” I said weakly.

“I had an awful feeling. Just awful. I thought something bad had happened to you!”

I couldn’t help but marvel a bit. Did she actually sense my broken heart when I was in the wardrobe? How is that even possible?

I hugged her back tightly. “I’m fine dear,” I said.


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That night, after showering together we cuddled in bed until we fell asleep.

The next morning, I awoke to find Elaine already up. She was sitting up in bed and texting on her phone.

I couldn’t help but feel the pangs of jealousy and started to wonder who was on the other end of the line.

Elaine noticed I was awake and quickly put away her phone. “Hey,” she greeted me gently.

“Hey,” I replied.

Elaine took a deep breath and snuggled against my chest. “It’s over,” she whispered.


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For the next couple of days, Elaine and I spent most of our time together, healing. The boys was apparently kept plenty busy with my sister, Priscilla.

Our little holiday soon came to an end and we took the ferry back to the mainland, got into the van and was once again on the road, heading for home.

Elaine sat up front beside me this time. I don’t think the boys minded very much. I swear, they looked like they’ve lost weight and looked almost like husks of their former selves. Apparently my sister turned out to be quite the succubus.

Desmond was morose, and he spent the drive back home mostly staring out the window.

After we dropped the boys off, we headed straight home. Our son, Andy returned from camp a few days later. Things seemed to be returning to normalcy.

I was a bit apprehensive when school started back up and we headed back to work. How will the dynamics change between the three boys and my wife?

Turns out I needn't worry. The three transferred out to another school soon after. Or rather, Desmond did, and the other two followed. I guess they were moving on in their own way.

Weeks later, I received the news that my sister and her husband was expecting their first child. Over the next few years, my sister would continue to continuously get pregnant at a prodigious rate. Elaine had no explanation for it, though she did mention that my sister and the boys did exchange numbers back on Tioman. I didn’t push for more info. Priscilla is an adult. She's free to make her own choices.

As for Elaine, she was back to her usual bubbly self. Our relationship was stronger than ever.


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The atmosphere and ambiance of the airport was bringing back mixed feelings and memories. I can’t decide if it is good or bad.

Elaine looked ravishing, even if she was only in jeans and blouse, with her hair tied in a loose ponytail.

It was two months later and we were back in the airport where it all began. This time, we were here to pick up our son Andy again. He was briefly abroad with the school team for a badminton tournament.

I could tell that Elaine was sexually charged. She had a slight flush and was pacing restlessly. I guess the strange nostalgia of the airport had an effect for Elaine as well.

“Oh, finally. There they are!” Elaine said, nodding at the glass doors to the arrival hall.

Sure enough, a throng of students and a handful of teachers wearing our school’s sports attire was coming out.

I spotted Andy trotting towards us, his luggage in tow.

“Mummy! Daddy! We won!” Andy gushed excitedly.

“Wow! Good job!” Elaine said, “Looks like your hard work paid off!”

“Yup! Hehe!”

“Aunt Ellie! Uncle!” Someone else called out to us.

I glanced up to find a familiar face approaching from behind Andy.

“Jason! Good to see you!” I greeted my nephew. “Is your parents coming to get you? You want a lift?”

“Nah. It’s okay," Jason replied. "My girlfriend’s parents driving me,” he nodded at the pretty girl beside him. I know the girl, Rachael. She’s one of my students.

I noticed that Andy has gone oddly quiet now that Jason has stepped up.

“Jason, I heard you won! Congratulations!” Elaine said.

“Thanks aunt Ellie. Almost didn’t though. Our opponents were really strong this year.”

“Well good job,” Elaine said, grinning. She reached out and touched the young boy's well chiseled biceps affectionately. “Tell your parents we said hi.”

“Will do! I’ll see you later!” Jason said as he turned to leave with Rachael.

Jason is 17 years old and he is my oldest brother’s youngest boy. He’s a good kid. Very popular and accomplished at our school.

“He’s grown to be so handsome,” Elaine suddenly commented.

Maybe it was still the dang airport and all the associations with the past that it digs up, but for a moment there, my cock gave a strong twitch.


THE END???

[hwilliam]

Thank you TS for great story. Looking forward to your exciting stories in other threads

[nahnotme]

Nice story keep it up.. No worries if its slow..important is the continuity

[Doonnie]

Nice update TS, hope to read more soon

[OreoKefen]

Dear TS, very sad the story apparently ended with no mention of Priscilla's adventure with the boys. Must be hectic and amazing having 3 young studs to service a lady. Among the 3 boys, I'm curious who will father her child. Anyway, excellent story and bravo for the effort. I hope there may be a continuation somewhere down the road when you got the time. Cheers.

[inplant]

Very nice story, support!

[TREKLIM]

Ya would be intresting to know who impregnated Priscilla?

[Klopphug]

Very nice story TS, thanks for sharing

[Depraved]

It was just another Saturday and I was enjoying a late morning breakfast at a local dim-sum outlet with my wife Elaine and my son, Andy.

Out of nowhere, Elaine received a phone call with a distinct ringtone. I’ve heard that ringtone tune enough times over the past six months to know it was a call from work.

My beautiful, fair Elaine glanced at her phone and then looked up at me with an apologetic face. “Sorry darling, I’ve got to take this,” she said as she picked up her phone and stood up.

I watched Elaine walk briskly away to a quieter spot with her phone to her ear. Elaine was dressed in a figure-hugging, knee-length, green pencil skirt and a loose cream colored silk blouse. I’ve noticed that she was wearing clothes that showed off her incredible figure-skater curves more and more often recently. She had also started wearing some light make-up and wearing her long, layered, black hair down her back. Her change in fashion sense happened not long after she took up her new job six months ago.

As I popped a warm siew mai into my mouth, my mind wandered back to the phone call which I had received a year ago which had set my wife on her new career path.

It was a call from my mother, Kate.

Call from 6 months ago:
Me: Hello? Ma?
Mum: Hello son, how are you doing?
Me: I’m doing well. Thank you.
Mum: What about Elaine and Andy?
Me: Yes they are fine too. How can I help, ma?
Mum: Haha. You’re always so straight to the point one, boy.
Me: Sorry ma. How are you?
Mum: I’m very well, thank you. Never mind, let’s just get to the point. How would you and Elaine like to come work for me?
Me: Work…? You mean volunteer at your organization?
Mum: No lah, I mean fully employed. With a salary and all other benefits.
Me: I think we talked about this years ago. I really don’t think it’s for me.
Mum: Is it the pay? We’ve received quite generous funding. I promise it won’t be less than what you’re currently making.
Me: No, it’s not about money, ma. I like where I am now. Not really looking for a change of pace.
Mum: Oh, I see. Sorry, I never thought of it that way.
Me: It’s alright ma.
Mum: If you don’t mind, could you pass a word to Elaine to gauge her interest? I hate to impose, but as it stands our organization could really use an English teacher and an experienced counselor.
Me: I’ll ask her ma, but I doubt she’s interested as well.
Mum: It’s alright if she’s not. Thank you son. Also, if it’s not too much trouble, could you help me spread the word a little at your place of work? We are in need of teachers of caliber for some other subjects as well. Just pass them my number if they seem interested.
Me: Sure, ma. I can do that.
Mum: Thank you for helping me out. How about we go to dinner tomorrow? Your father would very much like to see Andy.
Me: Sure ma. Let me know the time and location.

That was about six months ago. As promised, I mentioned my mum’s offer to Elaine. At first she didn’t seem interested. But a few days later my mum called her directly to have a chat. My mum must have been very persuasive, because Elaine soon came to me, saying that she was considering my mum’s offer.

Elaine felt she needed a change, especially with how things ended with her three previous students. I guess there’s just too much baggage at our current place of work.

I didn’t have any objections. Working for my mum may not have a good salary progression, but it is fulfilling work. In my opinion, it is much more suited for Elaine who likes to help people.

My mother, Katheryn Tan, is a director of a foundation that provides education to underprivilleged children and children who are left behind by the system. It basically runs as a private school, but admission is reserved only for those whose parents are very poor, are refugees, or problem kids who are expelled from other schools. While my mother’s foundation focuses on secondary education, there is a sister organization that tackles primary education.

Basically, the foundation’s goal is to catch as many students as possible who slipped through the cracks, and get them past O-Levels so that they at least have a basic qualification as opposed to nothing at all.

I volunteered a lot for my mother’s foundation back in my schooling days. It helped me built an impressive extra-curricular section for my university applications. Over the years I still help out every now and then, so I pretty much know their operation inside and out.

I remembered that Elaine and I visited the foundation school before she was due to start. My mum was only too happy to give us a tour.

My mother, Katheryn, is a lovely, elegant, highly educated, and vivacious woman who is very passionate about her foundation’s work. She started her foundation with several of my aunts after they received a substantial inheritance from my grandfather’s passing.

Despite having just hit 50 years old, my mother looked anything but. The woman still looked like she was in her 30s. Sometimes people would even mistake her for being in her late 20s as well. Most people who hears of her real age would be absolutely flabbergasted. I guess good genes run in her family. It also helped that my mother was rather deeply, and naturally beautiful, with vibrant, lustrous, wavy long black hair without the slightest hint of grey and was rather fit, given her penchant for tennis and dancing.

I’ve gotten used to people being surprised at my mother’s age-defying prowess. Besides, after searching online, I discovered that it wasn’t like it was an impossibility. For example this Korean dentist that made the headlines is apparently 52 years old:



When Elaine accepted the position, my mother received us at the foundation campus’s arrival hall to give us a tour of the facilities. After an exchange of pleasantries, the tour started. Having worked for my mother’s organization before, I already knew the layout of the place like the back of my hand. They’ve expanded the facility and added some renovations, but most of the things remained as I remember it.

We dropped by the classrooms where several classes were ongoing.

“So this is where I will be teaching?” Elaine asked excitedly. It would seem like she was really motivated to start already.

My mother replied, “That’s right. We have kids from all over the city. We provide busses for transportation to and fro so that these kids won’t miss out just because of distance.”

“That’s so wonderful,” Elaine gushed.

As we continued the tour, I noticed that almost all the students here were minorities. Mostly Indian. It was the same as when I was volunteering back in the day. It seems like socioeconomic conditions haven’t changed much over the years.

“These here are our oldest students,” my mum chimed as we walked past another block, “They are about 17 to 18 years old. They are typically higher on our list of priorities because they will be facing O-Levels at the end of the year. For many of these kids, this is their only chance to graduate properly and transition into the world.”

“I see,” Elaine replied.

“There aren’t many senior students this year. There are only 2 classes of about 20 students each,” my mother said, “This why I need you, Elaine, a bunch of our teachers quit last year out of the blue, these kids have been left hanging, their future suddenly uncertain.”

“That’s horrible,” Elaine said, “Don’t worry, Kate. I aim to do my best work here.”

“That’s reassuring to hear,” my mother replied with a smile.

My mother then turned to me. “Son, have you found any interested parties from your school who might want to join us?”

I groaned. I knew I forgot something. “Damn it. I’m sorry ma. I totally forgot. I’ll do it first thing tomorrow.”

Elaine turned to us in interest. “Oh are you looking for more teachers, Kate?”

My mother nodded. “That’s right. Like I said, we lost quite a few last semester. Do you know anyone who might be interested?”

“Actually, yes!” Elaine said.

I raised an eyebrow at my wife. “Really?” I asked.

Elaine grinned at me. “Yup! Actually, Joanna and Claudia were both sorry to see me go. We got to talking and it turns out the two of them are feeling a little burnt out and are looking for change of pace.”

“Is that right?” I asked and stroked my chin. Joanna Fong and Claudia Lim are both teachers at the school I worked at, as well as their husbands Kenneth Wong and Wilson Teh. All of them are close friends of Elaine and I, having been colleagues for a great many years.

I had no idea Joanna and Claudia was getting burnt out. Kenneth and Wilson certainly didn’t say anything. I wonder if they even know.

“Those two are very capable and can teach multiple subjects. I can give them a call today and and get the ball rolling,” Elaine gushed.

My mother looked absolutely delighted. She clasped her hands in happiness. “Wonderful. Pass them my contact and have them call me. I can be very persuasive, as you know,” she said and gave me a wink.

We finished up the tour and my mother brought us to the faculty offices to meet other members of the team. The current teaching team consists of 11 teachers - 6 males and 5 females. I knew most of them, since they’ve been working in the foundation for a long time. Three of the female teachers are even my younger sisters.

“These three, I’m sure you already know,” my mother said as she brought us to the last three teachers after introducing the others along the way.

My younger sisters, Stephanie, Jacqueline, and Annabelle were all smiles and giggles as they excitedly came over to hug and welcome my wife, Elaine. My 3 younger sisters are aged 31, 29, and 27 respectively, as opposed to Elaine and I who are both 33. I have one more youngest sister, Priscilla, who did not take up the teaching proffession and lived apart from us.

I really don’t want to think about Priscilla right now.

Stephanie, Jacqueline, and Annabelle all joined my mother’s foundation when they graduated from uni and they’ve been teaching here ever since. Lately, my mother has been grooming them for management positions within the foundation, but it would seem they still like teaching more.

My wife and my sisters were already familiar with each other as we lived close to each other and see each other all the time. After some chit chat, the last two person to be introduced entered the faculty room. I went over to greet my two aunts, Julianna and Belinda, who are my mother’s younger sisters and who are members of the board of directors of this foundation like her. My mother, Katheryn, and my aunts, Julianna and Belinda also serves as co-principals for the school and manages its daily operations between them.

My aunts were ecstatic to welcome Elaine on board. Meanwhile my sisters started to nag me for not following my wife’s footsteps in coming over to the foundation.

In the end, the place looked like a good place for Elaine to have a fresh start, so I was happy for her.

[Wruckers]

Nice update TS, more please

[OreoKefen]

Keep it up, TS. Welcome back. So glad that you have returned.

[Depraved]

Now fast forwards a year later, Elaine has become quite busy with her new job and she had developed a strong obligation towards the foundation. She was extremely passionate about her work and I’ve heard that her students absolutely adored her.



Elaine was taking quite some time with her work call, so I polished off the last of the dimsum and called for the check. Elaine returned just as I was paying for our meal.

“Sorry, dear, they need me at the foundation,” Elaine said.

I frowned. “On a Saturday?”

“Ya,” she replied as she finished off her tea, “It’s just a small matter. I should be done by afternoon. Can you fetch Andy to his tuition class?”

“Yeah, yeah. But I’m definitely gonna have to talk to my mother about your work hours.”

Elaine giggled and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

She smelt so good. Is she wearing perfume?

Elaine hugged our son goodbye and started to walk off to the nearest station.

After my son, Andy, finished his ice Milo, I fetched him to his tuition and then drove myself home. I relaxed in the living room, ready to enjoy my quiet Saturday afternoon.

My bliss was short lived because my phone soon chimed with a new Whatsapp message. Grumbling, I went to pick up my phone to see who it was.

It was a message from Wilson in the Whatsapp chat that I shared with him and Kenneth. Wilson and Kenneth were my colleagues who also taught at the school where I worked. Their wives, Claudia and Joanne had also ended up leaving my school’s employment and went to work for my mother.

At first everything seemed fine, but lately Kenneth and Wilson had been somewhat unhappy with how involved their wives were with the foundation. Naturally, seeing that it was my wife who convinced them to switch careers, the two guys are always unloading their frustrations on me.

The guys and I started chatting:

Wilson: Walau eh, Tan, why your mother’s school last minute on a Saturday also can pull people back to work one?
Tan: Sometimes got event what.
Wilson: If got event give notice first what. Claudia and I were supposed to bring the kids out today. Just one phone call from the foundation, and she’s gone.
Kenneth: Eh, same with me leh. Earlier Joanne also just up and left me hanging. We were in the middle of shopping, bro.
Tan: Elaine too. What do you want me to do? They are damn dedicated to the job lah.
Wilson: dedicated also got office hours one ma.
Kenneth: Once or twice nevermind. This is like the fifth time she overtime liao. If I knew will like this, I wouldn’t have let her change schools man.
Tan: OK, OK, OK. I’ll try to talk to my mum about it, OK?
Wilson: Pls do. It’s becoming a pain.

I sighed. How the heck did this turn into my fault?

I wondered if I should give my mother a call right now. Would she be busy at the foundation today as well?

I decided that I should probably wait till evening.

I was about to turn on the TV when my whatsapp chimed with another message.

I glanced at my phone and saw it wasn’t Wilson or Kenneth. It was a message from an unknown number. I opened the message which read, “Hi, is this Mr. Tan? Elaine Tan’s husband?”

By coincidence, my wife’s surname is the same as mine.

I replied to the message: “Yes.”

The sender replied, “Wanna see something cool?”

I frowned in annoyance. “Who is this?” I typed and sent.

There was no reply for almost 10 minutes. Then the person replied, “We met before, I think. My name is Isaac. I am a student at the foundation.”

The name clicked. Isaac was a senior student this year at my mum’s foundation this year. I remember being introduced to him at one point. Isaac was a 17-years old Indian boy, but he was rather tall for his age and had an athletic frame. He was also devilishly handsome. That was the most striking quality I remembered about him. I haven’t had any chances to talk to him the rest of the year, but I often hear his name being brought up glowingly by Elaine and my mother. Apparently he’s slated to be valedictorian this year.

I messaged Isaac back…

Tan: Yes, I remember you. How can I help?
Isaac: Haha. Like I said, you want to see something cool?
Tan: Er, me? Are you perhaps looking to contact Ms. Tan?
Isacc: No, I’m definitely looking for you.
Tan: Okay, sure I guess. What is it?
Isacc: Here… Part 1 to this morning’s meeting. Haha.

Isaac then sent me a video clip. I tried to play it but it took a few minutes to download.

What the heck is this kid up to? I wondered. I tried to rack my brain for more Impressions of him but came up with nothing.

The video finished downloading and I tapped on play.

The video seemed to be recorded on a phone. The person recording was walking around, so there was a lot of bobbing going on.

I recognized the location shown on the video. It was one of the buildings at the foundation school. The camera person was walking along the corridor balcony, passing some multi-purpose rooms. From the looks of it, it’s on the third level.

From that, I had a pretty good idea exactly which building this is. It was the one that was newly renovated last year. The rooms in the building can be extended into a giant indoor hall or partitioned into separate classrooms or smaller halls for activities.

There were some Indian students hanging out outside the doors to the inner hall. They looked up as the camera person approached and they seemed to get excited and entered the hall.

The camera view then turned around and entered the door into the multi-purpose hall. The familiar drone of dozens of kids talking at once filled my phone speaker. There were a bunch of students in the hall. I recognized some faces and realized they are pretty much all this year’s senior 17-year-old students.

There were probably about 20 to 30 of them in the hall and they were dressed casually, mostly in t-shirts and shorts on account of it being a Saturday. It occurred to me that only the boys of the senior class were present and they were all indian boys.

I didn’t think much of it. The student population in the foundation had an Indian majority anyway. And it was not uncommon to have club activities during the weekend. The foundation boasts some pretty slick sport facilities, so students often came back on the weekends to play basketball, badminton, futsal, etc.

As the camera man made his way into the hall, another thing struck me as odd. The halls were equipped with parquet wood flooring and was kept quite clean. But right now it was almost entirely covered by mattresses and scattered with countless pillows and bedding.

I recognized that those were donated mattresses and bedding that used to be stored in an unused room downstairs. There were also a few long tables and chairs lining the walls of the hall.

I was confused. Were these kids having a sleepover? I’ve never heard of this kind of activity at the foundation school.

The camera view moved past some gathered students and proceeded towards the middle of the hall where there were several high piles of mattresses.

I immediately felt alarm bells ringing as I finally spotted some people who are not students in the video. The camera swerved and started recording a bunch women lounging comfortably on the mattresses on the floor in the middle area. They were sitting in the midst of dozens of indian students.

I immediately felt a chill run down my spine as I beheld the familiar faces of the women among the boys. They were the teachers of these boys at the foundation. There was Claudia Lim and Joanne Fong - the wives of my colleagues, my younger sisters - Stephanie, Jacqueline, and Annabelle Tan, and of course, my wife, Elaine Tan. As the camera kept moving, I noticed that my mother, Katheryn Tan, and my aunts, Belinda and Julianna Tan, were also there, sitting among a group of indian boys.

The women seem to be chatting happily with each other and with the boys around them while they sat waiting on the ground. It was a very innocuous scene if not for the suspiciously laid out mattresses.



The camera approached my mother and aunts who looked up at the camera and smiled as the cameraman approached.

“Isaac! There you are,” my mother said brightly.

“Are we ready to start yet?” my aunt Julianna asked.

The camera man, presumably Isaac, replied, “Yeah, just about. I think almost everyone is here.”

My aunt Belinda giggled, “You’re gonna record this too?” She asked,

“Yup. Definitely want to remember this one, haha,” Isaac replied.

Isaac moved the camera away to film the other teachers. “Ready to start, teach?” He asked Claudia and Joanne, both of whom smiled at the camera , winked, and gave thumbs ups.

The Camera then moved to my 3 sisters.



“Hey, ready or not?” My younger sister, Annabelle, asked excitedly, looking at the camera.

“Yeah, almost,” Isaac replied from behind the camera.

“Better hurry up,” Stephanie said as she teasingly pulled the ear of a boy who was touching her arm. “These boys cannot tahan already.”

My other sister, Jacqueline, giggled at the camera. “Make sure you get my good side,” she said.

“You only have good sides, teacher,” Isaac replied.

Jacqueline laughed and rolled her eyes.

My heart was pounding as Isaac moved on and brought my lovely wife into full view of the camera. Elaine was seated with 3 boys and seemed to be joking with them and playfully teasing them. She glanced up at the camera as it approached and laughed. “Recording again? You’re really too much, Isaac,” she said.

Again? What does she mean again? Has she been filmed before? I started feeling a sickness creep into my stomach.

I immediately recognized the stylish cream blouse and green pencil skirt that Elaine was sporting. It was what she was wearing this morning before she took off for work. This recording must then be what had happened just hours ago this morning.

“Ms. Tan, are you ready?” Isaac asked.

Elaine just smiled mischievously, “I guess we’ll see,” she said in a teasing manner.

The way Elaine said it gave me chills. Was she flirting with Isaac?

Having made the rounds, Isaac turned around and retraced his steps. “Ms. Anna!” He called out to my sister, “We’re starting.”

My sister Annabelle cupped her mouth and yelled, “OKAAAAAYYYY STUDENTS! WE’RE STARTING NOW! EVERYONE COME IN THE HALL, AND MAKE SURE TO CLOSE THE DOORS, KAYYY?”

[Depraved]

The students milled into the hall, gathering around the center where the teachers are.

I was waiting for a whistle to be blown to signify a start or something, but there was no such thing. Instead, too my utmost shock, the Indian students started crowding their Chinese teachers. They started touching them, eagerly running their dark hands over the women’s bodies and slowly kissing their skin.

Still recording, Isaac kept turning around with his phone camera, trying to capture everything.

On my mother’s side, Katheryn, Julianna, and Belinda was quickly eased down on their backs on top of the matresses by a gang of 10 or so Indian teens. The boys freely groped their bodies and tugged on their clothes.



“Hey dear principals, don’t you recognize these guys?” Isaac could be heard saying as he filmed the trio of visibly excited, beautiful mature Chinese women.

“Hmmmm?” my aunt Belinda said as two boys worked to unbutton her blouse and a third started pushing up her loose, blue skirt.

“Of we recognize our students… ahhhng!” My mother exclaimed. A bold and rather rough indian boy had just pulled apart her blouse and tugged down one side of her bra, freeing one of her big milky-white boobs before proceeding to suck hard on on her stiff reddish nipple. “Ohhhh… gently… yesssss,” she hissed. Meanwhile another two students had begun feeling up her sculpted thighs, hiking up her modest beige skirt.

I felt like having a heart attack watching my own mother allowing those horny Indian brats to manhandle her like that.

Isaac continued to talk as he filmed, “You’ve punished these particular guys two weeks ago. Remember?”

My aunt Julianna giggled as a couple of boys excitedly worked to undo the buttons on the front of her dress. “Oh yes… It’s you naughty boys. You’re those delinquents who got into a fight outside school so we had to assign you to cleaning duties for a week. Isn’t that right?”

Isaac chuckled. “That’s right... Looks like these guys have a bone to pick with you, our sexy principals.”

“In that case,” my mum said huskily. She parted her slender, ballerina-like sculpted legs to reveal a deep-red lace G-string that barely covered her shaved pussy.

My eyes nearly fell out of my sockets.

Her face heavily flushed with excitement, mum gently pulled aside the crotch of her red thong to reveal her clean shaven pussy. “Make sure you boys punish our pussies extra hard today, okayyyy?” She said to the teenage Indian delinquents before her.

The image of my own mother’s smooth shaven pink cunt was burned into the back of my brain. I will never be able to unsee this.

Giggling, my two milfy aunts followed suit, parting their long, slender, milky-white, dancer legs to reveal matching lacey red G-string thongs. They too eagerly pulled it aside to bare their smooth, hairless mature pussies.

“Make sure you naughty boys punish this pussy until you are satisfied, hor?” Belinda said.

“Hehe… come get your payback, boys,” Julianna added, seductively rubbing her already very wet pink slit.

All of a sudden the three women were swarmed by the Indian boys. They giggled and moaned as dark fingers were inserted into their clean shaven twats and eager young mouths latched on possessively to their breasts and lips.

Leaving the older ladies to frolic, Isaac moved the camera away to other parts of the room to record the other teachers. Claudia and Joanna were also both lying on their backs on the mattresses, moaning and sucking on black indian cocks hovering directly over them. While stroking another on their side with their hands. They too sported extremely risqué g-string panties of blue and black color respectively. The pair also each have two to three indian boys between their wide parted fair thighs who held up their ankles and are busy inserting all manner of vibrating toys into their anus and pussies.



I must admit, my two former colleagues had kept in terrific shape, despite being married with kids. I knew that they were both athletes in their early years and even now regularly plays squash and tennis on weekends. In addition to teaching academically at the foundation, they were also in charge of physical education and sports affairs. They were both fit and toned enough that their abs were visible. They both kept their hair medium long and preferred to wear it in ponytails. Claudia dyes her hair in a reddish-brown hue, while Joanna had natural black, silky hair.

The two teachers’s moans quickly grew louder and pitched higher as their students became more aggressive in utilizing the sex toys between their legs. Their parted thighs started quaking uncontrollably from excitement and pleasure.

As buzzing of sex toys further intensified, Joanna and Claudia suddenly both shrieked in unison and gushed clear hot fluid from their clean shaven cunts.

All I could think off as I watched the women orgasm graphically was what their husbands would think if they saw this right now.

The view lingered for a while before shifting away from my two former colleagues. Isaac then brought the recording camera to my sisters who each had 3 to 4 boys embracing and groping them, sucking and licking their flawless fair skin while fingering their shaved pussies past their white-lace thongs. My sisters inherited a lot of my mother’s natural beauty and grace. They were avid yoga and pilates practitioners and their wonderfully toned, milky-white, nubile bodies reflected that. Except for their white lace thongs, the three of them were completely naked.

“You’re so slutty, teacher,” one Indian boy said to Annabelle as he boldly and deeply fingered her tight pink cunt with his dark digit. Annabelle was leaning back against another boy who embraced her from behind and played with her perky breasts. Meanwhile she was making out with another boy at her side who was also stroking her shapely thigh. She released the kiss and giggled at the boy fingering her pussy. “I’m your slut today, Parvin. Make sure you play hard-hard with me, okay?” She said and winked at him.

What the hell, Anna? What about Roy? I thought of Annabelle’s husband. My 27-year-old sister has only been married for a couple of years. I have not heard of any problems between them. Why is she doing this?

My 29-year-old sister, Jacqueline, also married for only a handful of years, was lying on her belly before an indian boy who sat open legged before her. She was bobbing her head, sucking on his black dick with her eyes closed in enjoyment. Meanwhile behind her, two boys were busy stimulating her pussy with a small vibrator and another anal-bead vibrator was lodged in her ass, buzzing loudly.

Stephanie, the oldest of my sisters at 31 was usually the most mature minded and level headed, most of the times even more than me. Now she’s kneeling on the mattress, eagerly jacking and sucking off four Indian boys that stood around her. This blew my mind because I remembered having a conversation with her husband of six years where he jokingly brought up how Stephanie was quite the prude and unadventurous in the bedroom.

Watching Stephanie eagerly and gracefully bob and move her head as she alternated between sucking four black Indian cocks, I really don’t see what my brother-in-law was talking about.



Even before Isaac moved his recording phone away from my sisters, a pit was already fully formed inside my stomach. I instinctively knew what was coming next.

The camera view shifted to find my wife, Elaine. A surge of relief flooded my gut to see Elaine still sitting demurely on a mattress, unharrassed by horny Indian boys. However, there were 3 Indian boys sitting near her. They were all just quietly watching the depravity unfold around them.

Elaine saw Isaac approaching with his recording phone and gave him an admonishing look. “What are you planning, you naughty boy?” she asked in an amused tone.

“Hehehe, what do you mean teacher?” Isaac can be heard saying behind the camera.

Elaine pursed her lips impatiently. “Other than Ravi, Vikram, and Ajay here, why is everyone else staying away? You must be planning something. Always so cheeky one ah, you.”

“Haha, don’t say that, Ms. Tan,” Isaac replied while zooming in on my wife’s reactions. Elaine made a pouty face. Isaac continued, “I’m actually being considerate here. You’ve never actually played with Ajay and these two before right?”

Elaine rolled her eyes. “Off course not. You three rascals are always such big troublemakers.” She playfully pulled on Ravi’s earlobe which made him chuckle and wiggled away to avoid it. “You’re always stressing me out. Such a turn-off.”

“Awwww,” Vikram said, mocking a dissapointed face.

“Haha,” Isaac replied. “Don’t like this, Ms. Tan. At least get to know them first.”

Elaine rolled her eyes, but she was blushing and she smiled after.

“Hey guys, what you waiting for? For your balls to grow hair ah?” Isaac said.

My heart began to lose hope that Elaine was going to prove to be an exception to the other women. The three boys got up and went to stand before her.

Isaac started circling the four of them while still recording. “These three guys actually pretty special one, Ms. Tan. The reason you haven’t played with them yet is because I’ve been saving them for last. Haha.”

The three boys standing before my wife snickered as they started stripping.

Soon the three very dark-skinned boys stood completely naked, jerking their dicks at my wife, Elaine, who just looked amused.

“Oh… Ohh… W-wow…” Elaine suddenly said and straightened up with interest.

At first I didn’t know what she found so captivating. But a few seconds later, the camera zoomed in to each of the 3 boys’s dicks. They’ve grown pretty big. And they were still growing.

By the time the 3 Indian boys brandished their full mast, Elaine’s reaction to it was the worst for me. Her cheeks was sporting a glowing pink flush and she was visibly panting harder. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the three big black cocks before her.

Ajay, Ravi, and Vikram were big boys. They were larger than their average classmates, taller than even some adults. Their cocks were differently shaped and curved, but each was pretty thick and long.

All the lascivious moaning and groaning in the background sure didn’t help the situation.

Elaine looked up at the three boys and smiled coyly. “Where have you been hiding these all this time, you brats!” she said, further blushing with excitement.

Isaac’s annoying laugh came on again. “Haha. These guys actually plenty busy one, Ms. Tan. Don’t go thinking they are clueless virgins. They’ve been fucking since they were 14.”

“Is that right?” Elaine said and giggled. She reached out with both hands and took hold of two big black cocks before slowly running her hands along their ebony shafts.

It really pains me to see my wife so enamored by those large Indian cocks.

“My god… so stiff…” Elaine husked as she started stroking two of the boys off, quickly switching every now and then to give the third waiting cock some action too.

The boys started moaning.

“I knew you three are such rascals,” Elaine said, grinning up at them as she jerked their cocks, “So young, but so naughty already, huh?”

Isaac chuckled as he filmed my wife giving her students handjobs while clearly barely holding in her excitement. “You don’t know the half of it, Ms. Tan,” Isaac said, “Vikram here for example, fucks his older sister.”

“Woi,” Vikram said and glared at the camera.

“Oh dear, that’s not good, Vikram…” Elaine said, taking and stroking his cock while biting her lip and admiring its girth. “Don’t do that…” she added huskily.

“Ahhh… Ms. Tan…” Vikram moaned.

Isaac continued, “Ravi here fucked two of his aunts. One on her wedding day...”

“Ravi!” Elaine exclaimed admonishingly as she jacked him off faster. “No!”

Ravi just chuckled and shrugged.

“And Ajay….” Isaac said, “Fucks his grandmother.”

“My god! Ajay!” Elaine scolded and reached for his cock. “That’s so wrong!”

“I-In my defence, teacher,” Ajay half moaned, “S-she’s not that old.”

“That’s not an excuse, you bad, bad boy!” Elaine said as she eagerly jerked his cock.

“She hot as hell tho. I woulda hit as well,” Vikram said and chuckled.

“You be quiet!” Elaine hissed. “Gosh… What am I to do with you terrible boys…”

Without missing a beat, Elaine took the tip of Ajay’s fat, long cock into her mouth.

“Ahhhh, Ms. Tan….” Ajay moaned happily.

“Mmmmmpphhh… Mmmmhhhh… Mmmvvhhh…” Elaine sucked noisily on her student’s cock. “So biggg… Mmmvvrrhhh… Mmmhhhh… Mmmhss…”

Meanwhile, she was still slowly stroking the other two cocks.

I could not believe what I am watching. Never have I seen my wife behave this way. I could hardly recognize her now.

“Haha,” Isaac’s annoying voice came over the background again. “Since I got the ball rolling in sharing each other’s secrets, here’s one about Ms. Tan, guys. Did you guys know, Ms. Tan absolutely loves big cocks.”

Vikram groaned as my wife switched over and slid her lips onto his big black cock. “Y-yeah…. I think that’s pretty obvious, he said.”

“Hehe…” Isaac replied, “Her husband can’t get it up at home, so she somehow ended up developing this craving.”

I felt a sharp pang in my chest.

“Bullshit la,” Ajay said, “She like big dicks because she taste yours right? Just like my sister, you bastard.”

“Hahaha. No lar,” Isaac replied, “The desire is inside her already. I just helped her unlock,” Isaac said.

“Whatever,” Ajay replied and groaned agreeably in response to my wife stroking him again.

“Angghh, oh yeah, Ms. Tan,” Ravi moaned as he subsequently got loving head from my beautiful wife. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Hehe… play nice guys. I’ll be back later,” Ajay said.

The video ended.

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