My Wife's Boss, My Mistress - Sex Stories

My Wife's Boss, My Mistress

... purchases we made and she paid with her credit card. Twinkle told me she is hungry and since I have been working 'so hard', she decided to buy me a nice lunch. She asked me where I would like to go. I told I will leave the choice to the lady since I eat almost anything under the sun. (Not really true.... She seems pleased that I let her make the choice. So we zoomed off to Tanah Merah Country Club where we ate ala carte buffet at the chinese restaurant. Now that I have sated my appetite for both my cock and my stomach, I feel sl**py. So I told Twinkle I feel like going home to a nap. She pouted and then brightened up, suggesting that I zone out at her place. I feel uncomfortable about sl**ping at another man's bed and told her so. She smiled and called me silly, she has guest rooms with beds. So off we went back to her little hiding place. I must have been quite tired because the moment my head touched the bed, I switched off and only be awakened by my phone ringing. Feeling disoriented and lying on an unfamiliar bed, I picked up the call. It is my wife calling in from London. Outside the windows is quite dark, feels like evening time, which is about the time my wife arrives. I panicked a little as my wife asked me where am I since I never picked up the house phone. I told her I was sl**ping and did not hear the phone ring (Luckily I never put my house phone inside the bedroom). Heng ah... she accepted my explaination. She says it is pretty cold here in London and everything ...

... is grey... She never liked London and don't think she ever will be. Made some small talk and hang up the phone as she is heading for the tube. Twinkle came in saying that she heard me talking, I told her it is my wife and she just called to say she has reached London safely. I asked her what time is it? 7pm... OMG!!! I really have overslept. I told Twinkle I need to go now since it is getting late and I need to buy dinner. She told me no need, she already has cooked something for both of us. Damn... I wonder how can her hubby not cherish such a gem? We went downstairs to grab our dinner. Twinkle is a great fuck in bed but she is even a greater cook. I am looking at the spread in front of me and my mouth water. She has laid out stir-fried vege, a clear soap, a pork dish and a steam fish. I told Twinkle she don't need to go through all the trouble for me. She said, both her and her hubby seldom eat at home but always stock up in the fridge. So if she didn't cook, all the food will go to waste, so might as well cook for me and let me try her cooking. I sat down and grabbed a bite. It is delicious. To be honest, I would say it is as good as my wife cooking. I told her that and she teased me for having a honey mouth. I also voiced out that if I am her hubby, I would make sure she is happy since she is so good in bed, a professional woman and can cook delicious dishes. Twinkle said too bad we are both married, or else we may have made quite a pairing. This has set my mind running. ...