"Your booking is confirmed!"
The confirmation was shown on my computer screen. After some persuasion, I finally managed to get a green light from Alice to book two nights of stay in a boutique hotel in Tiong Bahru, a somehow hip central area in Singapore. Work and routine had gotten the best of us. We were drained and really needed a break. We didn't wanna spend a bomb, so I came up with the idea of staying for a few days in a local hotel for us to get some breathing space.
My name was Michael and I was in my early 30s. My wife, Alice, was 2 years younger than me. She was stunning by all measures. She was slender with B-cup breast and white porcelain skin. She always liked to keep herself in shape by going to the gym and swimming once or twice a week. As for me, I played tennis twice a week with some neighbours and while I was not a muscle man with six packs, at least, I was in a decent shape.
We checked into the hotel on Friday afternoon. It was the second week of January, so the weather was cooling. I was in my white t-shirt, shorts and slippers. Alice wore her favourite black tank top, denim shorts and slippers. She chose red Victoria Secret bra which matched her tank top nicely. The hotel and its service were simply amazing. It adopted modern minimalist design with light blue and grey as the main colours. There was a king-size bed accompanied by two standing lamps. The bathroom was just around the corner and the most amazing part was that both the bedroom and the bathroom had large glass windows facing the outside. It added some sexiness to the room atmosphere. I wondered if the people outside could see what was going on in the room.
"Well, even if they can, who cares?" I thought.
After resting for a while, we had nice dinner nearby and took a walk along a stretch of cafes and pubs. We finally settled on a local cafe. Our table was a bit secluded. It was far behind the alley. I ordered cafe latté while she opted to have a cup of lemon-grass tea. Most people sat in the front side of the cafe. Only one other customer was there. It was a black guy.
"He must have been a businessman on a trip," I thought.
He focused on his laptop looking at what looked like a spreadsheet. After about what seemed like 30 minutes, I went to the restroom. When I was back, I found that the black guy made some small conversation with Alice and his laptop was closed. Looking at me, he introduced himself. His name was Will. He was American and he was a businessman on a trip. He just joined his company less than 3 months ago and had to handle the sales in Southeast Asia. There was a big mess created by the previous sales executive, so he had an uphill task to calm down the upset customers in the region and put things in order.
He was married. He and his wife lived in Los Angeles. He explained that he came to Singapore at least once a month and every time, he would stay for 3 - 5 days depending on the amount of work at hand. This time, he came on Thursday and he would leave on Tuesday of the following week. He just finished what he had to do for the day, so he was taking a rest sipping his black coffee and made some casual talk to us. Our conversation was warm and normal. It was mainly about career, family and our countries. Suddenly, his phone rang. A message just came and it was accompanied by a nude photo of a white girl. Alice could not contain her shock. Will apologised, but it was not enough to contain my wife's curiosity.
"Your wife?" she asked.
"No, she's my hotwife," he answered.
Alice was confused trying to digest his words.
"Your wife is beautiful," she let out words of praise.
I laughed a little bit and I thought it was due to what I thought was obviously a self praise by this guy about his wife. Not knowing the real meaning of hotwife, I thought he meant that his wife was hot. Then, another message arrived. This time, it was with a photo of the same white girl with a white guy.
Alice's eyes grew big.
"Oh, sorry!" he apologized politely.
Will answered the message and put his phone back onto the table.
"That's her husband," he said.
"I've been a bull for this couple for a year now. I'm overseas now, so we just exchange some naughty photos."
At this moment, I felt something rising in my shorts. Sexual talk like this got me aroused easily.
"A bull?" Elaine asked curiously. She certainly didn't know the meaning of this word.
"It's kind of a lifestyle, a niche lifestyle. Some couples engage bulls to spice up their sex lives. I fuck her once or twice a week. I give her what her husband can't."
Alice was visibly shocked.
"Does your wife know about this?"
"Yes, she does. She is fine with it as long as I let her know."
Alice gasped. She wanted to say something, but could not find the right word. All of this time, I said nothing. I was not that surprised though. I always had the impression that the people in America were more sexually open.
"Are you okay?" Will asked Elaine as her face showed mixed emotion.
"I'm fine. I'm just...," she explained, trying to compose herself.
"Surprised? Well, people nowadays are more open minded. When things become boring, they look for some spices to get back the excitement."
"I see," Alice replied, still in disbelief.
"If you're interested, feel free to try it for yourself. I'm here till Tuesday," Will said with a grin.
"No offence to both of you. This is just some offer. I don't bite and you can always stop anytime."
His words came like a thunderbolt. Both of us were silent. My wife's body shivered a little. Her eyes suddenly focused on her tea cup.
He took a name card, wrote something and passed it to me.
"Here is my name card. This is my room number. I stay in that hotel over there," he said while pointing to our hotel across the street.
"I will fly back on Wednesday morning. Do feel free to give me a call if you guys are keen to know more. I'll be more than happy to guide you," he blinked his eyes to us.
