The wife swapping trip

[allegro]

sis, pls come back for more installment. we will be sad if you don't continue to write.. every installment are so stimulating..

[Sganchor]

((((((((((( we miss u

[eeemen]

Sis, where have you been? Waiting and camping here for more of your writings !! Do cum back plzzzz? Cheers, ....................

[Xia406]

Sis, what happen? Why stop with the story??

[kenj]

Compile this story and make it into a book! Hahaha.

[JBlunt]

Sister, may we have your next installment?

[easygirl]

hihi, so sorry I have not been writing. Its just that a few things happened in mid 2013 and I have not been free to continue posting. Recently I have continued writing and it just turned me on thinking about the juicy details that my lucky partner must have been enjoying the benefits lately.

[easygirl]

Sadly, when I went through what I have left off then, it was already near the end of the 2nd phase of this period of my life I would like to share.



The thought of round 2 aroused me since it has been a long time I had this much sex in a day, I was still game enough for more. He turned me around where I bent my body, propping myself with my hands on the bathtub. With his hands on my butt cheeks, he spread me apart before entering me from behind. I was already well-lubricated with his remnant semen still inside me which made his entry easy. What should have been a 5 mins shower took 30mins as our bodies connected under the flowing water. Uncle Joe released another shot inside me.
On our second day, we had a walk around the resort area and took a cable car ride where to fulfil Uncle Joe’s second wish, I had him in my mouth along most of the way. Hopefully it was foggy enough that day that no one saw it. Then we did mostly tourist stuff exploring the area until we got back to the hotel after dinner. His 3rd and last wish was then to have me do a striptease dance for him. With my modelling background, an erotic dance would hardly stump me as I sat my 'client' on the bed before seducing him with my sexy moves. He had made me put on a black lacy lingerie top he chose from our 'naughty stash' with thongs, black netting stockings and garters. I got him hard and aroused before going down on him. When he could take it no longer, he stripped me (instead) and penetrated me. He would not be able to enter me if I was not wet enough, lucky for us I was already aroused. With the help of his "wonder" gel, it was another memorable night.
That month my period started getting erratic which I figured was probably due to his gel. It probably got absorbed into me during our intercourse. I started taking precautions but it was too late. I found myself pregnant for the 3rd time but now I had no idea who was the father. BB was the first to find out when he saw the test kit in the bin. He was determined to have the child despite our financial difficulties. Uncle Joe was elated to be a potential dad but I felt bad for BB to be a cuckold dad if Uncle Joe was indeed the biological father. But the cat was out of the bag, I had no choice.
However, things just went downhill from then on. 4 months into pregnancy, Uncle Joe suffered a heart attack and stayed mostly in the hospital as he grew weaker by the day. He knew he was probably not going to make it and told me one day where he was leaving everything for me and the baby. Even though it might not be his, he somehow felt it was and believed it as such.
Joe: Take good care of yourself and the child. I love you.
Those were his last words before he closed his eyes for the final time. In fact the last sentence was the only time he said words of affection to me.
I attended his funeral a week later as a family friend since nobody knew of our illicit relationship. For years he did not keep in contact with any family member so his last rites were organised by some close friends. But unknown to all, he had already bequeathed everything in his possession to me, executed by a lawyer through his will. That was how I regained all photos and videos he had taken of me. Tears rolled down my cheeks as his casket entered the incinerator. I filled my thoughts with loving memories of him while holding my swollen belly.
I named our daughter, Joey in his memory. DNA test soon showed Uncle Joe was indeed the biological father. Perhaps his last and greatest gift to me.

[highlysex]

Hi Hi TS,
Thanks for coming back to finished this part of your life experience, really appreciate it.
Please take care of yourself n your kids, time n tide wait for no man,
Please take some time to plan for your future it's not going to be easy but again journey of a thousand mile starts from the 1st step

[allegro]

thank you for coming back TS.. although is a long wait.. but it was very enjoyable reading your story

[mcyeoh]

if this is a true story easygirl....uncle joe character or the real guy is a pathetic fucked up singaporean guy that have huge insecurity issues with huge daddy issues....are singaporean guys like this that pathetic....i would rather win the women love and manipulate her than his actions....that is pathetic

[maui_boy]

Camping for more

[vkumar]

Originally Posted by easygirl

Sadly, when I went through what I have left off then, it was already near the end of the 2nd phase of this period of my life I would like to share.



The thought of round 2 aroused me since it has been a long time I had this much sex in a day, I was still game enough for more. He turned me around where I bent my body, propping myself with my hands on the bathtub. With his hands on my butt cheeks, he spread me apart before entering me from behind. I was already well-lubricated with his remnant semen still inside me which made his entry easy. What should have been a 5 mins shower took 30mins as our bodies connected under the flowing water. Uncle Joe released another shot inside me.
On our second day, we had a walk around the resort area and took a cable car ride where to fulfil Uncle Joe’s second wish, I had him in my mouth along most of the way. Hopefully it was foggy enough that day that no one saw it. Then we did mostly tourist stuff exploring the area until we got back to the hotel after dinner. His 3rd and last wish was then to have me do a striptease dance for him. With my modelling background, an erotic dance would hardly stump me as I sat my 'client' on the bed before seducing him with my sexy moves. He had made me put on a black lacy lingerie top he chose from our 'naughty stash' with thongs, black netting stockings and garters. I got him hard and aroused before going down on him. When he could take it no longer, he stripped me (instead) and penetrated me. He would not be able to enter me if I was not wet enough, lucky for us I was already aroused. With the help of his "wonder" gel, it was another memorable night.
That month my period started getting erratic which I figured was probably due to his gel. It probably got absorbed into me during our intercourse. I started taking precautions but it was too late. I found myself pregnant for the 3rd time but now I had no idea who was the father. BB was the first to find out when he saw the test kit in the bin. He was determined to have the child despite our financial difficulties. Uncle Joe was elated to be a potential dad but I felt bad for BB to be a cuckold dad if Uncle Joe was indeed the biological father. But the cat was out of the bag, I had no choice.
However, things just went downhill from then on. 4 months into pregnancy, Uncle Joe suffered a heart attack and stayed mostly in the hospital as he grew weaker by the day. He knew he was probably not going to make it and told me one day where he was leaving everything for me and the baby. Even though it might not be his, he somehow felt it was and believed it as such.
Joe: Take good care of yourself and the child. I love you.
Those were his last words before he closed his eyes for the final time. In fact the last sentence was the only time he said words of affection to me.
I attended his funeral a week later as a family friend since nobody knew of our illicit relationship. For years he did not keep in contact with any family member so his last rites were organised by some close friends. But unknown to all, he had already bequeathed everything in his possession to me, executed by a lawyer through his will. That was how I regained all photos and videos he had taken of me. Tears rolled down my cheeks as his casket entered the incinerator. I filled my thoughts with loving memories of him while holding my swollen belly.
I named our daughter, Joey in his memory. DNA test soon showed Uncle Joe was indeed the biological father. Perhaps his last and greatest gift to me.

Well written, but little bit sad story!!!

[vkumar]

Camping for more!!!

[R32wanfun]

Great story here.......