[WillamSexsphere]

Chapter 1

I had known Sam for several years. He came from a privileged family when young but unfortunately, their fortune were wiped out during the '97 financial crises - too many borrowings for stocks and properties and became unable to meet obligations.

Fortunately for Sam, his siblings were holding high positions in private and public sector companies, and managed to allow him to complete his University studies, obtaining a degree in Business Administration. With his family's connections, he managed to secure a wealth management position, even before wealth management become a sought after career, in a local bank after he graduated, working his way up and earning a salary comparable to that of a CEO from our local SMEs.

It was business dealings that made our paths crossed, and with the obligatory social niceties observed in such dealings, we met often at pubs and lounges to compare notes and to seek business opportunities for our employers.

He was a natural charmer, with good looks and a good solid mind of his own. Smooth, suave and as elegant as a royal prince, would be the description even an envious man will not deny him, let alone women. However, he had a dark side to his personality, which I had to overlook, as it was his private life. He could have wooed any single woman but instead, he chose married ones.

" No strings attached, no responsibilities, they can't have children with you and no tears when I dump them, not to mention the thrill as well. Furthermore I show up how weak willed a woman is to her husband if he found out," was his weak justification and smug reply to my curiosity.

One night, when he was too drunk to drive, I sent him home to his bachelor pad in a condo located at East Coast. It was a nice pad on the 11th floor, filled with soft colored furnishings and decor, warm lights and such, right out of a page from Modern Living Magazine. A perfect oasis for romance to grow, tastefully and passionately, overlooking the calm South China Sea.

Dumping him down on an imported leather sofa, I prepared to leave, but he stopped me. Reaching to his TV cabinet, he took out a VCD, popped it into the player and lowered his ceiling mounted projector screen.

"I am a success with married bitches. Watch and learn, bro!" he bragged smilingly, rather drunkenly too.

On the screen displayed was a scene from a ceiling mounted camera fixed beside the door of a room looking 45 degrees down to the bed, which I assumed must be his bedroom, from the similar decor in the living room.

A lady walked into the room, followed by Sam behind. The lady turned to face Sam, who grabbed her and kissed her frantically. The woman tried to resist, but gradually succumbed to his embraces.
I instantly recognized that beautiful Hamasaki look-alike face! It was Jane, the supposedly faithful wife of Mr. Pang, a quiet but successful sporean investor in China, owner of a conglomerate of listed companies, which I had dealt a few times before and met at social gatherings.

Shocked that Sam could conquer a woman of her virtue and financial standing, I remain rooted on the spot, unable to tear my eyes away and stared dumbly at the video.

In the scene, Sam pushed her onto the soft mattress nearby, and started to unbutton her white and pink-stripped cotton blouse. Her hands tried to fend off Sam's efforts even as she return his kisses, but to no avail, as he was strong.

Tearing open her blouse, he unlocked his lips from hers and ran his tongue down to her exposed 34C boobs, lacy white bra unclasped from the front, fondling it with his tongue as his hands reached for the next target under her short black plaid skirt.

She was moaning in confusion and guilty pleasure to his expert touches. With a tug, Sam removed her skirt and blue panties underneath it in one swift motion over her legs. Standing up, he admired her body, while she covered her milky white and smooth looking boobs with her hands modestly, the confused look still evident on her face.

Sam quickly removed his clothing and lay beside her, whispered some assurances, I presumed; into her ears, which made her give a partial, smile. Turning on top of her, he hugged and kissed her softly on the lips, slowly moving down to her chin, her neck, her boobs, her flat tummy, finally resting his head in between her groin region.

Her partial smile turned into a groan of pleasure and soft moans issued forth from her lips. Her legs slowly raised in mid air as if on its own accord, as her fingers reached for her blood engorged erected nipples, twirling them gently.

After a few moments, her fingers left the nipples and reached down to Sam's head, stroking it and pulling it up towards her, as if to signal him to enter her.

Sam obliged and moved up till his eyes faced her's, with his erected dick held by her hands, guiding it into her pussy. With one gentle thrust, he entered her. She clasped him tightly and utters a loud moan, and then jerked up her hips to meet Sam's gradual hardened thrusts, hungrily.

As the thrusts got harder, she was tossing her head wildly side to side and in time, scratched Sam's back as she let out an orgasmic yell. Yet, she still did not let go of him but continued to let Sam pumped hard and fast strokes into her.

I recovered from my initial shock and was embarrassed by what I was watching. A prude I am not, but neither am I a voyeur for this was private and between 2 persons of which I had no business watching. I never did even like porn after my student days were over for I preferred the real thing.

I turned off the video player and made to leave.

"Hey! There's more. She is one good doggy and a great cocksucker," he said.

"I prefer the real thing, not watching, and certainly not at someone else's wife," I mumbled. "Don't you fear being caught by the husband?"

"Fear? Haha, the husbands are chicken shit!" he boasted. " They walk away in shame or begged their adulterous wives to give up on me. So far, none had dared come face to face with me even after they found out about the affair. They are cuckolds after all!" he laughed raucously.

" I know it's your private life and I don’t want to interfere, but one day, one of these 'cuckolds' may be the demon nemesis in your life, Sam. Don't go too far." With that, I left his pad, not aware how prophetic my words will become one day soon, as if fate had a hand in this episode to prepare me for a future day to come, a 'deja-vu' kind of 6th sense experience some will agree to having at times in their lives.




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