The Swap

[antartica]

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[chial]

We headed to the carpark. Susan was very silent the whole time.

We got into the car and I asked for her address. It turns out she lives not too far away from me, not unexpected.

“Let me tell you about my sex life with my wife. We have been married for close to 10 years now. Before we married each other, we each had our own exes before. So, you can say we are quite experienced when it comes to sex by the time we were together. But more importantly for us was that we knew exactly what we wanted and how sexual compatibility was very important to building a happy marriage. Of course, there would be times when my needs exceed hers, and it does lead to conflict sometimes. But generally, I think we are very compatible sexually.”

“Over the years, to keep the spark alive, we introduced pornography and sex toys into our lives to spice things up. Then one day, we asked ourselves – if we are going to stick with each other for the long haul without cheating or be tempted to try other people – we have to be honest and open with each other, including our sexual fantasies. That was when we started sharing fantasies about making love to other people when we make love to each other. “

I turned to Susan when I said that to gauge her expression. She didn’t show much.

“Do you fantasise doing things with other people?” I asked her.

She was quiet. I could see she was blushing slightly.

“You mean think of making sex with another person?”

“Yes, just fantasise.”

“Got… sometimes…” she answered shyly.

“My wife and I not only fantasise, but we share our fantasies with each other. We find that by doing that, it enhances our intimacy – it made us become closer with each other. And to be honest, to know who she wants to fuck and her telling me how she wants to be fucked by that other person turns me on.”

Susan went silent again.

“You don’t think I am a weirdo, do you?” I asked for fear that I have crossed the line with Susan.

I then noticed her hands clenching close between her thighs, close to her crotch which was underneath that beautiful turquoise-coloured yoga pants.

“Remember that day when you saw my downblouse?” she asked.

Shit! I think she was going to tell me I am truly a weirdo.

“Yes…?”

“Actually that night, in one of the rare moments I self-satisfy, I imagined you tearing my t-shirt and kissing me passionately. Does that count as fantasising?” came Susan’s question.

I was a bit shocked. Didn’t expect me to be her masturbating material, although she has been for me.

“You did?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that is indeed fantasising…”

I could see her clenching her hands even tighter. I didn’t want to read too much into it, but I think she might be aroused. Question is, was she getting wet? Does she smell the way I imagine she would smell like? I was getting a slight boner too. But we were about to reach her place soon, I thought I’d better quickly plant my main line of proposition to her.

“And in fact, in recent times, my wife and I have taken fantasising a step further.”

Susan turned and looked at me, this time even more confused.

“You are gay?”

“Hahahaha.. no no, nothing like that…. Something even better…”

“Like what?”

“We began making love with other couple together…”

There was silence for a good 10 seconds. I decided to let that statement digest in her before I continued.

“We will make love with other couple together, she with another husband, and I with another wife.” I anticipated for her to now truly comprehend what I was saying and potentially propositioning to her.

“So, both of you will make sex with another person in front of each other?”

“Yes.”

“How does that feel?” she asked.

“It feels very erotic… very liberating… and the best part is you are doing it together with your spouse without the need to cheat. The sexual energy is amazing. And most importantly, it makes us a better couple, we are closer and more intimate than ever.”

“And who are those other couple?”

“They are people we know – our best friends. But recently, Tanya and I have been fantasising about you and your husband.”

“You mean your wife fantasises about my Ah Hock? How can that be? She is so pretty but Ah Hock is so unrefined and fat…”

“Perhaps that is what attracts Tanya to your husband…”

We are now just about to pull up into her HDB block.

“Look, I am not suggesting you and your husband do it with us.. I am just merely sharing with you how you and Ah Hock can spice up your sex life… I can share more with you next time,” that is if there is another “next time”, I thought to myself lest I have blown my chances of even remaining as friends with her.

“I hope I did not offend you.”

“No.. no.. “ she hesitated and looked confused. And then she clarified.

“No.. really, you didn’t offend me… just that I have never heard of such things before, so I am a bit shocked.. but I appreciate you sharing with me. Tell me more next time.”

“Ok.. thank you for the meal… I owe you this time…”

She left the car in a hurry but not before flashing a sweet smile at me and touched me slightly on my arm. I didn’t know what that meant, but I took it as a positive sign.

I drove a few blocks away from her place and parked somewhere for a smoke. I needed it badly. I was so bloody nervous thinking I had blown it with Susan. Luckily her smile and touch assured me all was good. But what was she going to do now with that knowledge in her possession? Is she going to masturbate thinking of me again? Is she going back home and have wild sex with her husband thinking of me? Will she ask me out to further share this lifestyle with her?

Time check, it was close to 4.30pm. It was time to head home and prepare for my 2nd round of meeting later that night.

[chial]

I got home, but only to find that Tanya was already out. She left a message saying she has gone buy some stuff before heading over to Amy’s. I texted her to tell her that I am home.

Brian also texted to say that he will pick me up after Andy around 6.00pm for dinner before heading to his office.

I took the time that I had left to just chill.

Then came a call from Tanya, “So, how did it go? Was my woman’s instinct accurate?”

“Hahaha.. very indeed laopor.”

“So did you fuck her?”

“No lao, siao meh… told you nothing will happen, especially without you.”

“You’d better not… but how was it?”

“We talked.. she complained about her husband and their non-exciting sex life.. basically she was there to serve him. So I took the opportunity to introduce her to the lifestyle.”

“So.. she’s game for it?”

“No, I have not made a formal proposition yet… just sharing with her.. and I told her I have been fantasising about her and you of her husband.”

“You did? That was a bold step laogong… was she disgusted? Did she feel you were a pervert?”

“No.. I don’t think so… I think she’s more confused or shocked more than anything… so I’ll let her digest the information.. she did say to tell her more next time…”

“I just hope we didn’t spook her… and I also do not want her to think we are weirdos.”

“Should be all good. Where are you now? Brian said he is picking me up around 6pm.”

“I am in the MRT, on the way to grab some wine before heading over to Amy’s.”

“Ok, will TTYL. Love you laopor.”

“Love you laogong.”

Brian picked me up at 6pm and we were off for dinner at some nearby food centre.

“Eh, so later how ah?” Andy asked.

“What do you mean how?” Brian retorted.

“I mean, what type of questions are we going to ask him? And do we even have any no-go criteria with this man?”

“I don’t know Andy, I really have not thought much about it. Further, I wouldn’t want to be judgmental even before I meet him.”

“Ok, fair enough. But I must say this ah, if too ugly I cannot ok,” said Andy as he was slurping his noodles.

“Less handsome than you can right?” joked Brian as if to break the nervousness that was unwritten amongst us all.

I mean who wouldn’t, we were about to meet a stranger whom we are to decide if we will let him join in screwing our wives!

Dinner that night was pretty much stuffing in food into our body. I don’t think anyone of us enjoyed it. We just want to get this meeting done and over with.

8pm: we were in Brian’s office lift heading up to the 27th floor.

The lift door opened to a quiet floor of offices.

Brian tapped us into his office.

Rows and rows of cubicles in the main section of the office space, with private room offices flanking each side of the building.

“Let us head to the conference room. Easier to talk and bigger space,” said Brian.

We all settled in the room. By now it was 8.10pm. Still no sign of Janice’s husband.

“Eh, does he have access or not?” asked Andy.

“I am sure Janice will give him an access card.”

Just as Brian finished his sentence, we heard the buzzing of the access door. At the same time, Brian also got a message from Janice “He is here.”

Brian responded, “Tell him to head towards the conference room, he can’t miss it with the lights on.”

“I know where it is,” was Janice’s reply.

“I know?” muttered Brian under his breath.

But before he could process it any further, there was a knock on the door.

The door opened, and Janice walked in.

“Hello boys, good to see you again.”

“Err.. hi Janice… what are you doing here?” asked Brian.

Andy and I were also shocked to see her there.

“Why? Not happy to see me?” and she looked at us with a conceited smile, as if to send a message to us all that she has us under her control.

“Don’t worry, I am just here to send my husband. I will be in my office until you boys are done talking.”

As soon as she finished her sentence, in came the husband…

… in a wheelchair.

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[chial]

“Hello guys,” said this middle-aged angmoh guy with a receding hairline. He looked a bit chubby, but you could still tell he does work out.

“I am Bryan, Janice’s husband. And you must be Brian with an “i”. And you are….”

“Tom.”

“Andy.”

“Alright, I’ll leave you boys to it. Call me when you are done darls.” And with that, Janice closed the door.

There was a moment of silence. All we could hear was the light humming of the white noise coming from the lights in the office.

“Ok…. So Bryan… “ said our Brian trying to break the ice.

“Before you proceed any further, to avoid any confusion, you can call me “Blyan”, or at least that is how I am called in this part of the world.”

Wow, this part of the world. So fast flexing his expatriate card already?

And why is he in a wheelchair???? That must be the question in all 3 of our heads.

“Ok Bly.. Blyan… what happened? Did you meet with an accident recently?” asked Brian out of genuine concern.

“Why thank you for asking. Accident yes, but not recently. Do I look like I am injured? I don’t have any cast, do I?,” came the response.

“But the wheelchair…?”

“Oh that! Hadn’t it occurred to you “normal” people that there is a category of us people who may need this on a daily basis? Permanently?”

“Wah jia lat,” blurted Andy softly.

“Yes, I am a disabled. An accident 5 years ago left me paralysed from waist down. I hope that answers all your questions and your puzzled faces.”

“We are sorry, we didn’t mean to be insensitive…” I said.

“All good brother. Ok back to the main agenda at hand. So, I was told that couple of weeks back, you guys gave my wife a good Chinese sausage fest or should I say a lap cheong buffet?”

We all kept quiet. We didn’t know what to say.

“It’s ok, she shared each and every sordid detail of that night. Right down to whose cock she likes best,” and he turned to look at me and gave me a wink.

“And now she has made you all a proposition to make all your troubles go away – include us in your next swap, am I up to speed?”

“Yes, you are.”

“Good. So, I take it this meet-and-greet is for you to know me? OK. Here goes. I met Janice about 10 years ago in Spain on holidays. She was fresh out from her divorce and was sort of nursing a broken heart so to speak. Her then husband cheated on her – damn chibai khia. At that time, I was a semi-professional rugby player in Ireland. I was in Spain on holidays with my teammates during our summer break. To cut the story short, Janice and I fell in love. We were in a long-distance relationship for about 1 year before she suggested I move to Singapore. Thankfully for my rugby background, I was able to secure a job with Singapore Rugby. I then moved here, we got married, and here I am today.”

“And your wheelchair story?” Andy asked untactfully.

“Oh that. I was your typical entitled angmoh cycling around Singapore and this car hit me. Hit-and-run sumore, damn champion. It happened in the wee hours of the morning, so no witnesses, no other car dashcams around. For me to be left paralysed waist down, you can imagine how hard the impact was. I suspect that driver was drunk. He basically knocked me off my bicycle and I was sent flying for a good 20m-30m before I came crashing onto a huge tree. Doctor said I was lucky to be alive.”

“After the accident, I thought that was the end of me and my employment pass would definitely be gone. But through some contacts and my proven record with Singapore Rugby, I was able to secure a position with the SNPC, and I have been working there ever since until now.”

We were all trying to figure out the acronym.

“The Singapore National Paralympic Council?” he prompted us.

“Ah yes, that one… correct,” I said as if to mask the awkwardness.

“I am aware that acronym has not made it to the top ten acronyms in this country. Anyway, yes I work there. And as you can see from my physique, apart from my disability, I am a perfectly healthy man.”

“So when you say you are paralysed waist down, are you still able to… you know… do the deed?” asked Brian.

“Unfortunately, no. But the good news is that as a result of my disability, I have hone my tongueing and fingering skills. Hahaha,” responded Blyan light-heartedly.

“So this prospective participation of yours would have you participate from the wheelchair right?” I asked.

“Yes, apart from fingering and tongueing the ladies, I am afraid they would not have the privilege to experience this 8inch Irish cock, or what used to be 8inch.”

“So that means you cannot elect?” asked Andy with the best of his English to an Irishman.

“Yes, you are right Andy, I cannot elect,” mocked Blyan.

“But if any of your ladies would like to suck my permanently flaccid member, they are more than welcomed to. Although I have to warn you, these lifeless muscle atrophy legs may not be a sight for everyone. Hence, I prefer to wear my pants to cover them.”

“So, to answer your questions, I am aware of my physical disability and limitation. And because it is a swap, meaning everything done has to be consensual, it is ok to me even if none of your ladies would want to have anything to do with me. I am happy just being an audience. I am there mainly because I like to watch my wife get fucked and used by other men. In other words, I am a cuckold. But if any of your wives find me attractive and want to kiss, or to be fingered or to be tongued – anything short of fucking - I am able to do.”

There was another round of silence.

This is the problem with non-handicapped people. When faced with a handicap person, we tend to not know what to do or say. And although at times we may seem to be of good-intentioned and try to be thoughtful, sometimes overdoing it is a form of ableism.

The best way is to treat any disabled person the same as an abled person.

I decided to break the awkwardness.

“Thank you for your honesty Blyan. We will not treat you any lesser nor any more. We will treat you just the same as one of us. You would no doubt appreciate that we will have to run this past our respective wives. But I hope Janice will hold her end of her bargain, that is, if we go ahead with the swap with you and Janice, that puts our predicament to an end, and that there will be no duplicates of our incriminating chat?”

“We will definitely perform the end of our bargain.”

“Ok, good. May I suggest that should we decide to go ahead, that we should all meet once, together with the wives, for a meal before the swap? We will let you know the details and the context.”

“Sure, just let us know.”

With that, Blyan called Janice.

“All good darls?” asked Janice.

“Yup, I trust we all have an understanding of how things are going to work,” said Blyan.

“Ok.. so I take it we will wait to hear from you boys? But don’t let us wait too long… I get hungry pretty fast,” said Janice, before looking at me with a cheeky smile.

We saw them off at the lift, and as soon as they got in, Andy said “What the fuck! Wheelchair man!!!!”

“Eh, don’t be so discriminatory can or not? Respect a bit leh,” I said.

“Sorry.. sorry.. but wahlau… this is something new to me man…. I dunno if I can even get it up seeing him there in the wheelchair” continued Andy.

“Look, it’s new to all of us. But we do have to decide, to let him join or not?” said Brian.

“He seemed like a decent guy, quite good-looking with a good body. Apart from his disability, I think he is ok. What do you guys think?” I asked.

“Yea he seemed alright, but hor sometimes I totally catch no ball with his angmoh accent.” said Andy.

“He is Irish, that is why. Ok, how are we going to sell this to our wives Brian?”

“As we were talking just now, I sort of thought of a way. Now, hear me out. Firstly, we have to convince our wives why we should expand our swap parties. And the answer is simple, we have all swapped with each other. The freshness and excitement may not be there anymore. The last we’d want is to organise a swap and someone is not turned on enough. Agree?”

Andy and I nodded in agreement.

“Good. Then comes the next question – why Janice and her husband. I must of course first come up with a story to tell Jane about Janice and how she loves her husband but because of his disability, Janice does not feel loved as a woman. Jane has a soft spot for such stories. I will then plant the idea of maybe we can invite them to our swap to let Janice experienced the feeling of being a real woman again, and that her husband does not mind.”

“But what about Blyan? What if our wives asked if they need to do anything with him.” I asked.

“Then we tell them exactly what Blyan said, he is happy just to watch. If anything were to happen between any of them with him, it’ll be their choice and has to be consensual. But the biggest hurdle to all this is to get our wives to look past that wheelchair. I mean, look at us, we found it so hard just now in that 30mins meeting, what more to have that in a room with us while we all are fucking. So that’s why I think your suggestion of a dinner just now Tom was a brilliant idea.”

“I suppose that’ll work.” I said.

“Then let me plant that idea with Jane and let her then seed it to both your wives. Hopefully by then we will be able to arrange for a dinner with Janice and Blyan.”

“Eh, are we seriously going to call him “Blyan”? Can’t we call him something else?” asked Andy.

“That is the least of our problems.” I said. “You just make sure you can elect.”

Brian laughed instantly.

It took Andy 5 seconds before he realised I was mocking him.

“Knnnb you khiam phak ah you?” came his Hokkien expletives.

“Sorry la, sorry la, just kidding. No joke no laugh ma.”

“Ok, but in all seriousness, Brian, I think your proposal may work. Good job.”

“Thanks Tom.”

Brian and I came a long way, since high school and then NS – which was when we met the Hokkien peng Andy. Although Brian and I are more aligned in thinking, Andy complements us both in areas that we do not see eye to eye. I still remember that year when Brian fell for the same girl as me, it was Andy who advised me to be the bigger person and let Brian take the girl. He was very big on the brotherhood spirit, like those HK triad fellas.

“Ok la, kia la, lim jiu la, I very thirsty liao la” said Andy.

That night was a good drinking session especially after it felt like we are one step closer to finally resolving our problem with Janice.

[xcess]

Wah!

Got to give it to you....twisting the tale with a limp and a wheelchair. Didn't see that one coming!

[Rickey]

Looks like Susan is ready to hv sex with TS via all the fantasies they r having n as for Janice n her wheelchair-bound husband they r ready to join in a 4-some with TS and the other 3 couples...when they really happen TS will be too busy enjoying sex with them than anything else...can't wait to read more updates from him

[water_boi]

thanks for the update bro @chial.. more pls..

[soleisrough]

Incredible stuff. Waiting to read more steamy updates!

[iChop69]

Thanks you for sharing.