0 comments/ 25990 views/ 0 favorites Annabelle's Diary Ch. 1 By: AnnabelleandJay Annabelle's Diary: Singapore, Chapter 1 The hotel in Singapore was beautiful – brand new and very opulent, with gleaming marble floors and columns, ornate iron and glass light sconces, soft brocade fabrics and plush, warm carpeting. Sharon, who was the client contact, and I had been at the hotel for several days before the program began, checking details, managing the set-up, and doing general preparation and trouble-shooting. We’d shared lots of meals, meetings, and drinks over late night debriefings. Now, at the end of the week, with the program running extremely smoothly, we could begin to relax a bit and enjoy ourselves. One evening, when the program has was over for the day, and the participants had gone out in various groups to discover the local night life, we decided to have a relaxing swim in the newly-opened outdoor pool. We poured our drinks into paper cups and went out to the deck. The pool was on a terrace six floors above the hotel garden, which stretched below. The air was warm and soft, and the scents of tropical flowers carried from the garden on the gentle evening breeze. The pool was beautiful and tranquil in the soft moonlight, dramatically curved and darkly tiled. Two giant iron cranes on either end of the expanse spit arcs of water from their upturned beaks into the shimmering water, and broad stairs spread into the pool from the nearest edge. We dropped our towels on nearby lounge chairs and walked down the steps into the water, which was almost body temperature, so that wading in felt almost like walking through heavy air. We both swam for a bit, enjoying the exercise, and finding that the stresses of the week began to slip away. Then we both sat on the broad steps, leaning back against the side of the pool with our drinks in hand, and letting the water buoy our bodies, staring up at the night sky. We talked for some time, then just sat quietly, enjoying the quiet and darkness and the water on our bodies. I’d finished my drink and had a pleasant buzz. As I lay with my eyes closed, I heard Sharon moving beside me. Then she giggled, and I opened my eyes to see that she’d stripped off her suit and was swimming naked across to the spot where one of the arcs of water was landing in the pool. There she stood in the hip-deep water and lifted her arms upward, letting the water fall onto her breasts and stomach. “I’ve always wanted to skinny dip,” she laughed, “and this is terrific!” She was tall and lean with beautiful, heavy breasts and long blond hair that hung wet down to the middle of her back. She was tanned and taught, and looked fantastic with the water splashing on her naked body. I suddenly felt hot, feeling the liquor warm in my belly, and my clit tingled deliciously as I watched her. I wanted to touch her body and lick her wet nipples. I stripped off my suit and swam over to where she stood. She laughed with delight, and made room for me under the water spray, saying, “doesn’t it feel great?!” It did indeed, and I laughed too, wanting to reach out to her but not knowing how she would respond. Rather than spoil the moment, I turned and swam across the pool, enjoying the feel of the water on my naked body. I swam for a moment, ending back up on the steps, where I relaxed again, watching her play in the water. She looked at me then, smiled, and swam over to the steps to sit beside me. I lay with my head back against the side of the pool and closed my eyes, afraid I would betray my thoughts if I looked at her any longer. “it’s wonderful,” I said, sighing deeply and arching back a bit against the tile while the water buoyed me up. She didn’t say anything, but murmured an agreement, and we sat there for awhile, not saying a thing. My thoughts were active, though, and I couldn’t get the thought of touching her out of my mind. She moved in the water then, but I stayed as I was, leaning back, eyes closed. Suddenly I was aware that she’d moved directly in front of me. As I opened my eyes to look at her, she floated her body above mine, her breasts touching my belly and then rubbing against me as she moved up the length of my torso until we were breast-to-breast. Then she pulled herself closer and kissed me on the mouth. She pulled away slightly and said softly, “I thought that would be nice, and it was.” I smiled and pulled her back to me, kissing her and letting my tongue explore her mouth, still warmly flavored with the liquor she’d been drinking. We sat together for some time, fondling, caressing each other – fingers gently touching, legs rubbing, mouths exploring each other. It was a gentle, sensuous discovery, not so much hot and passionate as tingling and pleasant. Happy murmurs and laughter bubbled from our throats as we played. Then, over her shoulder, on the other side of the pool, I saw one of the health club attendants standing in the shadows. He must have come out to pick up towels or straighten the deck chairs before closing up for the evening. He was transfixed, watching us together, naked and getting hotter and hotter. I must have started, because Sharon turned to look over her shoulder. He was tall and lean, very good looking, and with an incredible hard-on that showed clearly against the fabric of his shorts. Sharon laughed and said quietly to me, “I’ve always wanted to do a threesome”. Disengaging herself from me, she turned and swam quickly across the pool, pulling herself up on the other side. She walked to him quickly, and pulled his t-shirt up, pulling his bare chest against her wet breasts. He gasped and then began to return her kiss, grabbing her bare ass and pulling her against his hard dick. She pulled back from him and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them drop to the deck, while he stripped off his shirt. He didn’t have underwear on, and his dick stood out hard and straight from his body. Sharon laughed with delight and led him to a deck chair, where she pushed him down and straddled his body. "Come on over”, she said, “and join the party!” I swam across, not taking my eyes from them. Sharon was straddling the deck chair now, while he lay back, and she lowered herself slowly onto his dick. I pulled myself out of the water and crossed to them, coming around beside them. I put a towel under my knees and knelt beside the chair, offering my breasts to his mouth. He suckled eagerly, biting and sucking my breasts while he fondled Sharon’s. She bent her mouth to mine and I cupped her ass with one hand and her head with the other. The three of us were linked – by cock and cunt, mouths, breasts and hands. We writhed and moved together, our excitement building. He came suddenly, bucking and crying out, and then sinking back, shuddering against the chair. Neither Sharon nor I had come, and we continued kissing and fondling, not wanting to lose our excitement. She pulled herself away from him and lay down on the grass next to the deck, pulling me after her. I lay beside her, my mouth to her clit, her mouth to mine, and we sucked and licked each other until neither one of us could hold it any longer and we came together. We lay back in the grass, panting and laughing softly. The poolboy sat watching us, a broad smile on his face, his cock getting hard again. Sharon and I looked at each other, then back to him, and she said, “seconds, anyone?" Annabelle's Diary Ch. 2 Annabelle's Diary: Singapore, Chapter 2 Grahame was Australian, one of the visiting speakers for the program in Singapore, and had arrived the afternoon before he would be presenting. I thought I might find him out at the pool, so I went there when the session was over for the day to introduce myself and see that he had everything he needed. I saw him sitting in a deck chair on the opposite side of the pool, and because he was resting with his eyes closed, I had plenty of opportunity to observe him as I walked around the deck to his side. He fit what I thought of as the classic Aussie profile –- blond and tanned, with a swimmer’s lean body. He wore the kind of skimpy bikini bathing suit that hasn’t been popular in the states for a long time, and the shape of his penis was clear. He was 40 or 45, but aging very well – well muscled and without excess fat around his waist. He must have heard me then, because he turned his head slightly, opened his eyes and smiled at me. His eyes were a brilliant blue that seemed to look right inside me, and his grin flashed beautifully even teeth. “G’day”, he said, in his best Aussie accent for tourists and the grin became playful. “Come to join me?” He indicated the table beside his chair which held an icy gin and tonic, half empty. He motioned for the poolside waiter and when I nodded, ordered me a drink and himself another. We made our introductions and then sat with our drinks talking business as the afternoon turned into evening. Finally he said, “One more dip in the pool, and then how about some dinner?” I watched as he dove in and swam the length of the pool and back. He was lovely to watch – an accomplished swimmer with an effortless stroke and a great tight ass. He pulled himself quickly out of the pool and stood dripping in front of me, his crotch just at my eye level. I was staring, I admit, and as my eyes lifted to his face he grinned again and reached for his towel. We rode up in the elevator together, deciding that it was much too nice to eat indoors and agreed to meet in the lobby in 30 minutes to eat at an outdoor café close to the hotel. I had been attracted to very few men except you since the day you and I fell in love, but as I refreshed my makeup I realized that my face was flushed and had to admit to myself that I was very attracted to Grahame. I kept wondering what he looked like totally naked, and what that mouth would be like to kiss. I told myself that I was being ridiculous and that he had no interest in me. Still, I took special care with my makeup and dressed in a sundress that fell low on my full breasts, showing ample cleavage. I thought of my husband and imagined him watching me make love to another man. As I walked through the lobby, I spotted him by the door, dressed in khaki slacks and a white shirt open at the neck. I thought to myself that he looked just as good with clothes on as he had almost naked at the pool. We walked together to the café, chatting about the area and how beautiful it was. The evening air was warm and soft on my skin. We ate seafood and drank good wine, talking about his work and my work, and the program that had brought us both to Singapore. The table was candlelit and the air heavy with the scent of flowers I couldn’t name. I began to feel pleasantly high and thought I was probably laughing too much. He had a habit of talking softly so that I had to lean close to hear him. We’d paid the check and were finishing up our wine in the pleasant darkness. I imagined you sharing our conversation and maneuvering things to bring up the topic of a threesome. It excited me and I realized he was staring at me and that my nipples were hard against the light fabric of my dress. “Are you chilly?” he asked, and I looked directly at him and said, “No.” We rose together, with the same thought in our minds, and left the restaurant, our arms brushing lightly as we walked back to the hotel. We said nothing, but as soon as the elevator doors were closed and he’d punched the button for our floor, he gathered me in his arms and kissed me hard, his tongue searching my mouth, his hands on my ass. When it stopped at our floor, he took me by the hand, guiding me down the hall to his room. Once inside, we kissed again, harder and deeper this time, his hands suddenly up under my skirt, cupping my ass, his fingers working under my panties so he touched my flesh. I gasped and pulled him against me as he buried his mouth in my neck. I said, “Wait,” and stepped away from him, slipping the thin straps of my sundress off my shoulders and unbuttoning the tiny buttons in front, letting it slip to the floor. Underneath, I had only a strapless bra and my panties. He reached for me again, but I kept him at arms length while I unbuttoned his shirt and then his pants. He kicked off his sandals, letting his pants slip to the floor and I saw that he hadn’t worn any underwear. His cock was fully erect and was surprised that he was uncircumcised. I thought hazily that this would be a first for me as I knelt and took his cock into my mouth. He groaned, arching back, letting me take his cock deep into my throat. I sucked and licked his cock and his balls as he held my head and moaned. I imagined my husband watching, stroking his own cock, and enjoying the fact that I was sucking this other man’s cock. Just as I thought he was about to come, I stopped and he pulled me to my feet, guiding me backward toward the bed. He unhooked my bra and cupped my breasts in his hands, lowering his head to nuzzle them. Then he latched his mouth to one of my breasts and as he sucked and bit my nipple my clit tingled and I could feel myself swelling and getting wet. He slipped one of his hands down between my legs and slid one of his fingers along my slit and into my cunt. “My God,” he said, “you’re dripping!” and I could feel that I was. He pulled his finger out and brought it to my lips and I sucked it hungrily, tasting my own juices. He groaned again, pressing his cock against me, pushing me down on the bed. I pulled myself back against the pillows as he pulled of my panties and buried his head in my crotch, licking and sucking at my clit, lapping up the juices that were flowing from my cunt. He buried two fingers deep inside my cunt, which made me gasp, and then sucked and licked again. I writhed and groaned, pinching my nipples and arching back against the pillows until I thought I couldn’t stand it any more. Then all at once I came, so hard that I moaned and bucked and then fell back panting. He laughed and I saw that he was still rock hard. He stroked his cock, and I spread my legs, pulling him inside me, locking my legs around his hips. He stroked in and out, in and out, thrusting harder and deeper. Then he pulled himself out and spurted hot semen on my belly and I rubbed my pussy with it. He turned me over, thrusting into me from behind and thrust again and again, deeply into my cunt, while he buried his middle finger into my asshole. I groaned, rubbing my clit, imagining my husband sucking it, and feeling myself rising to climax again. I remembered the threesome sex we’d had some months ago and thought of another man lying under me, his cock in my cunt and your cock in my ass. I threw my head back, groaning and then suddenly Grahame arched back and I could feel him spurting hot semen inside me, pulling me hard against him as I came again with him. Afterwards we lay together, enjoying the warmth and feel of each other’s bodies. I thought about my husband and I didn’t feel that I’d been unfaithful, because in truth, he’d been there with me the entire time. Next time, I thought, our threesome will be with another woman!