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Old 11-03-2018, 12:32 PM
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For Hubby's Honor

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* * * * *

Tony Tan was happy.

The clear warm waters of the Koh Samui sparkled as the sun beat down upon them. The sky above was a beautiful blue with nary a cloud in sight. A gentle breeze rolled off the ocean, just enough to cool, not nearly enough to chill, and licked at the straw-thatched umbrella planted firmly in the sand, offering its shade.

And stretched out across a towel next to him, a skimpy string bikini covering as little as was humanly possible while still not technically considered indecent, her skin glistening with the residual wetness of their swim minutes earlier, her luscious body the focal point of many horny men and envious women nearby, was his wife of five wonderful, sensuous, sex-filled days.

Audrey was a goddess: long silky black hair, dazzling emerald eyes, fine features, a beautiful face, and a body surely touched by the angels themselves with round breasts and an incredible, inspiration-inducing backside.

There are three types of women, as the old saying goes: smart women, sexy women and sane women. An individual female might fall into one or even two of the categories, if a man is lucky enough, but never is a woman all three.

Audrey proved the exception to the rule: she was smart, brilliant even, an incredibly successful young lawyer at a powerful Singapore law firm despite being only twenty-six years old; she was sexual, very horny and very much a fan of excellent and inventive sex, and gorgeous; and she was sane, one of the most grounded and honest and open girls Tony had ever met, not to mention extremely low-maintenance.

And she was his, completely and exclusively, and he had the ring to prove it.

Their lives together were going to be very happy, with bundles of money and oodles of kids, and a big house with a white picket fence and a dog and an awesome pool and spa in the back yard. They talked about these things often and both were ready to get started with life.

It was their fifth day on their honeymoon and their fourth day at the resort, and honestly speaking they had not done much on their trip thus far that did not involve the bed in their suite. They had hardly left the room, truth be told, barely coming up for air to breathe and food to eat, much less to spend time lounging around on the beach.

But on day five they decided they would venture out a little bit more, get their money's worth, which is how they found themselves down by the edge of the water, soaking up the sun after a hearty little swim.

Audrey was on her stomach, head turned to the side away from him, the long sleek line of her back sliding into the lovely bubbles of her bottom before splitting into a pair of long and shapely legs. She was athletic, a former collegiate soccer at Texas, and managed to keep her body in tip-top shape despite working long hours at the office.

Tony sighed: life was good.

"Ok, honey?" his wife asked as she lifted and turned her head to face him. He could not see her eyes beneath the thick Gucci shades she wore, but he could hear the momentary concern in the sweet voice of his bride.

"Perfect," he replied cheerfully.

She giggled. "You're not sore, are you?"

He chuckled. "Not at all, babe," he told her. "I can go for days. Why, are you?"

"You'll have to fuck me much harder than you have been to affect my body," she said with a hint of challenge in her voice.

"Are you sure you want that?" he asked ominously.

She shrugged. "You wouldn't," she said dismissively. "You're too soft."

Tony reached over and smacked her hard on the ass. A crimson hand print appeared instantly and Audrey shrieked.

"Jerk!" she yelled playfully.

"Just a taste, sweetness," he said with a shrug of his own.

Audrey rose to a sitting position, her magnificent breasts on prominent and exceptional display and covered only by miniscule triangles of cloth, and instantly the target of the eyes of all men within range. She plucked off her shades, simply so that he could see the sudden fire burning in her gorgeous green eyes.

"Prove it," she whispered fiercely.

They both remained motionless for a long moment that crackled with tension, each of them contemplating the mind of the other, before Tony sprang to his feet and tried to grab hold of his wife. Audrey was too quick for him, however, and slithered out of his grasp.

She laughed and chided, "Have to catch me first!"

And she scampered off in the direction of their villa, breasts jiggling, ass bouncing, the eyes of six men and four women following, and Tony went after her instantly.

Their villa was over the water, one of the most expensive and luxurious in the whole resort, with a full working kitchen, two bedrooms, a posh living room and a wrap-around balcony outside. The balcony was the best part: the villa was isolated already, but one could sit on the ocean-side of the balcony, gazing out at the vast horizon, and not see or be seen by anyone else, totally shielded from view.

It was there where Tony finally caught up with his wife.

She was leaning against the railing, the beautiful blue waters behind her, her lovely body on wondrous display, chest heaving, skin glistening, sunglasses discarded, green eyes smoldering.

Tony's board shorts hit the floor. "Are you ready for what I've got to give you?" he asked, waggling his semi-hard cock with his hand.

She swiveled on her heels and stuck her ass in the air. "Show me what you've got, little man," she chided, loving how much he reacted to such statements.

And Tony closed the gap between them then and pushed his five-inch cock inside her willing nether region, hard and rough, and hard and rough were the perfect words to describe just what he was doing to her: he was fucking her hard, rippling the flesh of her ass, and rough, spanking her cheeks with utter disregard.

Audrey shrieked and growled at him, and whipped her head around to glance back at him over her shoulder, eyes like daggers. "Fuck me harder, you pussy! Fuck me harder! Spank me harder!"

The railing of the balcony creaked as Tony thrust brutally into his wife, and he had a momentary vision of it giving way and the two of them toppling over the side, still connected by their genitalia, into the cool blue waters beneath, but his vision did not materialize.

Instead, the sounds of their fucking filled his ears, a sloppy squishing coupled with her little whimpers and the smack of his palm upon her ass, and mixed with the gentle lapping of the waves against the wood of the foundation posts.

And despite the fact they both were very well-fucked over the past several days, climax came quickly for them both, rising like the tides until it swept over their bodies.

Audrey was the first to fall victim to pleasure, screaming at the top of her lungs, clearly not caring if anyone heard her. Her limbs trembled and her back arched, and the muscles of her pussy constricted around his cock.

Which sent Tony into oblivion.

He pulled out of her quickly and pumped his shaft once, just barely before he erupted. Cum hurtled from his cock, rope after sticky white rope splashing across the flesh of her ass, dribbling into her crack and over the compressed plot of her anus, trickling lewdly down along the lips of her vagina before dripping to the floor.

Utterly spent, they collapsed onto the side-by-side lounge chairs on the deck, breathing heavily, reveling in post-orgasmic bliss. It was several long minutes of silence before either of them spoke.

"Hard enough?" he asked with a grin.

"I've had harder," Audrey said dismissively.

"Slut," Tony laughed.

His wife grinned. "Too late," she said. "You've already married me."

Silence again, cut only by the lapping of the waves.

"I love you," Tony said seriously, turning to look at her.

The smile on her face could have warmed an entire Alaskan village. "I love you, too, sweetie," she whispered back.

"I never want to go back to the real world," he said with a sigh. "I want to sit on this dock and make love to you forever."

"There's no room for children in that life story," she said softly.

Tony looked at her. The two of them were both eager to have children, eager to start a family, and after two years of dating and nine months of wedding planning, neither of them wanted to waste any time. But the fire he saw in her eyes in that moment, the depth of her desire to be a mother, was one of the most powerful things he had ever seen in his wife.

"Make love to me," he whispered, his eyes on hers.

"Again?" she asked with a giggle.

"Make love to me, softly this time, and at the end I'll finish inside you."

His words were pointed and she understood their meaning instantly. She lowered her eyes, almost blushing.

"Ok," she answered softly.

And the process that would hopefully end with a beautiful bundle of joy began.
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Old 11-03-2018, 12:36 PM
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His strokes were long and deep and rhythmic.

Audrey lay on her back, legs tilted back and high in the air, a pillow under her rump to prop it up in the perfect conception position per multiple books on the subject. She was naked from the waist down, but still had her shirt on.

Tony hovered over her, arms on either side, his handsome face furrowed with concentration. There was little lust in his eyes, but lots of focus and determination as he pushed his penis into the depths of her pussy again and again, in and out, in and out, using the full five inches to go as deep as possible.

It felt very good for Audrey, being penetrated in such a way, but her pleasure was not her ultimate goal at present. She was not seeking orgasm; at least, not yet. The timing was not right.

The bawdy slapping of his hips against the cheeks of her bottom and the steady succession of grunts from his mouth were the only sounds in the room. Audrey herself was making little noise, beyond the occasional word of encouragement.

"Fuck me, baby," she cooed. "Fill me up."

It had been ten long months of no success. The honeymoon had started it; after multiple talks on several different Caribbean beaches, they decided together that they wanted children right away, and only twice in all the time since had Tony spurted anywhere other than inside her.

They were determined, but frustration was seeping in. They even went to see a fertility specialist and a team of baby doctors, all to jump start the process which, until this point, had been a bunch of sex yielding little in the way of results . . . and recently even the sex had worn thin, as far as Audrey was concerned, becoming more clinical, impersonal, and routine than anything else.

"Close," Tony told her, and she could see the signs of impending orgasm written on his face.

She reached down and under and massaged his testicles. "Give it to me, baby," she purred as she fondled his balls. He began to tremble and moments later, she felt the gushing begin deep within her. His sticky fluid splashed across her interior walls, filling her just as she requested.

Tony collapsed next to her, rolling onto his back on the mattress of their marital bed, breathing heavily, but Audrey paid him little attention: now that his syrup was inside her, there were a list of things for her to do. First, she wiggled her hips around with her rump still raised in the air. This was to get the sperm deeper. Second, the longest part, she used her fingers to bring herself to orgasm, stimulating her clitoris as only she knew how. This was to get the blood flowing in her nether regions and activate the sperm now residing there further. Lastly, she raised her legs and set them against the wall, and held them there for several minutes to let gravity and nature take their courses together.

By the time she was finished, Tony had already showered and half-dressed for work. He was an executive with his father's company; his father was an immensely wealthy and successful businessman in the field of electronics.

"I can feel it, honey," Tony said cheerfully as he buttoned his shirt. Her husband was a good man and she was very thankful to have him, despite their recent difficulties regarding conception. "This month is the month. I know it."

Audrey smiled softly. "I hope so," she said, and truly did she mean it.

* * *

The phone rang just after she took the test, which meant there were still three or four minutes before she got the results. She hustled from the bathroom, tugging her jeans up as she went, and answered on the fourth ring.

"Audrey?" a hesitant voice asked from the other end of the line. "Is that you?"

It was a voice Audrey knew very well, but had not had the pleasure of speaking to in some time, and at once she felt the long years sluice away . . .

. . . to reveal the image of a doe-eyed college student, dressed in the plaid and pig-tails she had been accustomed to in high school, lately bloomed and socially naïve, far from home and family and fearful of what such a large and largely foreign university might bring . . .

. . . and the gorgeous teenage girl, in vogue and indefatigable, fashionable and fabulous, who took the young undergrad under her wing and taught her the ropes, schooled her on the ways and mores of the school, disclosed the many secrets of the opposite sex, and turned an inexperienced and introverted girl into a stylish, smart, sassy and popular young woman . . .

. . . and then Audrey was taken to another place, a place of downy pillows and scented candles and silken sheets, a place rarely visited and never discussed, not even with her husband, the most shocking of her secrets, where memories of the taste and texture of soft lips and round curves and feminine flesh and places most sacred were long buried . . .

"Kimberly?" Audrey asked hopefully. Kimberly Lim was perhaps Audrey's best friend in the whole world, but it had been a long time since the two of them had spoken and she had not seen Kimberly since the wedding ten months ago.

"Drey!" the woman squealed. "Oh my god, Drey, how are you?"

Audrey sighed. "I'm ok," she said simply.

"Wow, that was emphatic," the other woman noted dryly. Kim had always been a sassy girl.

"No, no, I'm good. It's just . . . we're having a little trouble getting pregnant. It's frustrating."

There was sympathy in the voice of the other woman. "I'm sorry, honey. I know how difficult that can be. It took us eight months our first time out. You see anybody about it?"

"We've seen a specialist," she replied. "He took some tests, gave us some tips. I'm going back to see him next week."

"Good!" The other woman giggled. "And you're having lots of sex, I take it."

Audrey was embarrassed by the answer, but she and Kim had never kept any secrets from each other and that precedent would not stop now. "It's been better," she admitted with another sigh. "I wonder if that's part of the problem."

The giggles stopped and the response was sober. "Tell me more," Kim said in a very mothering kind of way.

"There's no more passion," Audrey blurted, far more forcefully than she intended. "It's become so routine, so detached, almost like a job. He comes home from work, I get on my knees or my back, he fucks me, there's no foreplay, I never come unless I do it myself with my fingers . . . it's so impersonal."

Kim was silent for a long time. "Is Tony taking any trips in the near future?" she asked finally. "Business trips or bachelor parties? Fishing trips? Anything?"

"Actually," Audrey said thoughtfully, "he does have a conference in Phoenix he has to go to in a couple of weeks."

"Perfect. Let him go and while he's gone, buy some sexy clothes and get a Brazilian wax, and when he gets back, surprise him and fuck his brains out. Fuck him like he's never been fucked before. Forget about babies and all that, just remember what it was like to fuck for pleasure. Rock his world and help him remember just what kind of a whore he has for a wife."

Audrey laughed. "You always have answers," she said.

Kimberly giggled again. "Especially when it comes to men and sex!"

For not the first time, Audrey was grateful having someone like Kimberly in her life. She kicked herself for not calling her friend sooner.

"Hey, not to change the subject, but I have a small favor to ask."

"Anything. Ask away."

"My brother and his girlfriend are moving to Singapore, from KL" her friend told her, "and I was hoping maybe you could keep an eye on him, look out for him a little, you know?"

"Jack is moving here? How old is he now?"

"He's almost twenty-four."

"Wah! Why's he moving down here?"

"He has some grand designs on becoming an architect. His girlfriend, too. They're moving down south to make big money!" It was easy to detect a note of sarcasm in the voice of Kimberly. She obviously did not think the move was a good idea.

"And you want me to keep an eye on him?"

"He knows no one down there, Drey. He knows you and he knows his agent, and his agent I have no faith in whatsoever. If you could just show him around, show him the ropes a little, make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble, I would so greatly appreciate it."

Audrey rolled her eyes. "Kimberly," she said exasperatedly, "you know you don't even have to ask me, right? Of course, I'll do it! I'd be more than happy to help. When does he get here?"

"Next Tuesday," Kimberly replied, "September thirteenth. They kept their plans quiet and just told the family last weekend. Everything is happening too fast, if you ask me, but they certainly aren't asking me, so whatever."

"Maybe I can meet him for lunch on Wednesday," Audrey suggested, "if they're not still busy getting settled."

"Would you? Oh, Drey, thank you, thank you, thank you! It means so much to me. I know Jack is excited to see you again, too. He mentioned it last weekend."

"Excited to see me?" Audrey asked incredulously. "Does he even remember me? I haven't seen him in like four years."

Kimberly giggled. "How could anyone forget you, sweetie? You're magnificent."

Audrey laughed. "Whatever, you little flirt. Just have him call me when he gets in."

"It was so nice talking to you, dear," Kimberly said then, her voice full of emotion. "Please, let's not wait so long again next time."

"Agreed. Take care, sweetie."

"You, too, honey."

And Audrey hung up the phone and moved back into the bathroom, eager for the test results, and emerged from that same room moments later, suddenly greatly wearied and clutching a small white stick that very clearly stated its results: negative.



[to be continued]
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Re: For Hubby's Honor

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Support new story, please continue TS
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"Mrs. Tan," the specialist said, "I'm afraid I have some difficult news."

The office of Dr. Hwee was small and white, and the walls were covered by more than two dozen plaques and placards. He was one of the foremost fertility specialists in the region (if not the world) and came very highly recommended.

Audrey grew very still and could feel her heart pounding beneath her breast. "Tell me," she said finally, steeling herself and strengthening her resolve.

"One of the tests we ran on your husband yielded abnormal results," the doctor said in carefully measured words, slowly and clearly, "and in such a case there can be only one conclusion. I'm afraid, Mrs. Tan, that your husband is sterile."

"Sterile," she repeated, the word like ash in her mouth.

The doctor nodded. "I'm afraid so," he said again.

"Which means what exactly?" Audrey asked, knowing already the answer.

"He cannot have children."

Audrey could feel her ears burning and her face flush. "And me?" she asked in a small voice. "What about me?"

"You are fine, Mrs. Tan," the man said quickly, "perfectly healthy and very fertile, in fact."

"Is it treatable? My husband's condition, I mean."

The doctor shook his head. "I'm afraid there is no known cure. The research is still several years off, at least. I'm very sorry."

And so Audrey left the office of her doctor, one question rolling endlessly through her mind: how exactly to phrase the words that would crush the dreams of the man she loved, a man who wanted children more than anything else.

But when she arrived home, she did so without any answers.

* * *

Tony Tan was feeling pretty good about himself. The work day had been a particularly successful one, English Premier League was on television once he got back to his condominium and his wife would be waiting there for him, too, hopefully with some good news about a baby.

He desperately wanted to have children and believed he would make an excellent father, providing for his offspring but also grounding them with good values and morals, building their character, steering their goals and dreams and decisions, and definitely not making some of the same mistakes his parents had made.

He unlocked the door and entered the condo, and found his wife sitting quietly on the sofa. He instantly knew something was wrong and he had a pretty good idea what it was; it seemed they would likely need to keep trying.

"Baby?" he asked as he took a seat next to her.

Her eyes were puffy and it was clear she had been crying, but despite the tracks of her tears and the slightly haggard look his wife was still one breathtaking woman.

"I saw the doctor today," she said quietly.

"I know," Tony said soothingly. "What did he say?"

There was great struggle on her face. She was wrestling with something, he could see, and her eyes began to mist over as the weight of it took its toll. He put his arm around her shoulder and waited patiently.

"I'm not pregnant," she said finally.

Tony smiled, trying his best to put as much comfort as he could in the expression. "That's alright, baby," he said. "We'll keep trying. We've got tonight and the rest of our lives. Babies will come, I know it."

She turned to him then, her eyes filled with so much sadness it wrenched his heart to see it, and started to speak, but stopped herself and lowered her head instead, and started to cry. Her shoulders trembled with each gentle sob.

"I can't do it," she moaned.

Tony pulled her all the way into his arms and she clutched him tightly. "Yes, you can, baby," he whispered. "We can do this. We can do this together. It's only a matter of time."

While he was quite unhappy to see her upset, there was a small place inside Tony that was excited to know she was as eager as he to have children, and that something as minor as a one-month setback (albeit on the heels of ten months of failure) could bring about such an emotional reaction. He meant what he said, however; it was only a matter of time.

And then she raised her head and their eyes met again, and for a long moment he looked into those bright green pools, swimming and nearly drowning there, and he watched as they went from troubled and clearly conflicted to calm and at peace, much like the sun might emerge from the clouds to bring everything into focus.

Whatever her issues, she had resolved them.

"Make love to me," she whispered softly, her voice so vulnerable it caused an ache in his heart than matched beat for beat the sudden blazing heat in his loins.

And so Tony helped her to her feet and removed every stitch of her clothes, item by item, inch by inch, until the whole of her glorious body was revealed, and he lay her down on the long and gentle fibers of their living room rug and wasted little time savoring the taste of her body from lips to knees, and every space between.

And when she was thoroughly aroused, her nipples shriveled and hard upon her rounded breasts, the flatness of her stomach trembling with need, her legs wavering and the pretty pink lips of her pussy quivering, Tony took his place between those legs and leveled his cock right at the entrance to that pussy, and slowly pushed himself inside.

She was ungodly tight and oven-hot, and he could feel her muscles milking his shaft, and the view looking down at her, breasts cupped by and spilling out through the cracks in her delicate fingers, lovely blonde hair like a nest around her head and those gorgeous eyes evergreen, and ever watchful.

Oh, yes, Tony thought, life was pretty good.
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Re: For Hubby's Honor

Jack Lim could not remember a time when he felt as nervous as he was at present. His heart was pounding, his ears were burning and his palms had that sticky sort of feeling. He rarely got nervous in any way anymore, having long ago conquered the bouts of shyness and low self-confidence issues plaguing his high school years, but his present emotional state represented a serious dose of regression.

It was easy to understand why.

Every person in the world can look back on their youth and name the one individual who impacted their growth more than any other. For some, that person is a teacher. For others, a parent or sibling. For most men, that person is a female. For most men, that female is gorgeous.

For Jack, that female was Audrey Lee.

He was in high school when he first saw her, the hot friend of his older sister, the college girl, gorgeous and utterly unattainable. Audrey and his sister, Kimberly, students at the University of Melbourne, had dropped by to frolic around the pool, which is probably why his first sight of her created such a lasting impression: tiny black bikinis covering hardly any flesh have a tendency to do that.

She was glorious: flowing silk black hair, sultry dark brown eyes and a willowy figure that defied logic in so many ways. Her skin was golden brown and glistening, and the picture of perfection.

That had been four years ago, however, and Jack had done much to move on. While his thoughts still sidled over images of Audrey on occasion, he was no longer truly obsessed with her. At twenty-four, he was very much grown up.

At least, he thought he was, but now here he was feeling like some virginal high schooler who had no idea what to do or how to act around girls. He would have to pull himself together, he told himself, or Audrey would think he was a moron.

He pulled up to the restaurant, a ritzy little café called the Apple Dish, and tossed his keys to the valet. He was an aspiring architect, yes, but not without means; much of his savings had made the trip with him, and he planned to enjoy himself.

And so he went inside and searched the crowd for her, and saw her sitting alone at one of the tables, and one memory above all else flashed through his mind: a stolen glance at glistening flesh, an unsuspecting Audrey naked and glorious and fresh from the shower, toweling herself off in the guest bathroom.

Jack would have to walk very carefully across the room, lest anyone notice the sudden bulge in his jeans. When last he saw her, Audrey had been a soon-to-be university graduate, fresh-faced and eager, and beautiful, and four years had not dimmed her beauty one bit. In fact, the time had only increased it. Audrey Lee was everything he remembered, and more.

She was distinctly feminine, her blonde hair tasteful and sophisticated, layered and colored and past her shoulders. Her face was gorgeous, her skin flawless, her make-up pristinely applied and perfectly understated. She wore a light beige sundress, cut square in front with straps over the shoulders, which off-set the deeper gold of her tan and displayed abundant, yet somehow classy-looking cleavage. She was, in a word, incredible.

And then she saw him and smiled, brilliant emerald eyes sparkling, pearly white teeth shining, and the splendor and power of her expression could have solved energy issues the world over.

And so Jack did the only thing he could: he took a deep breath and walked to her on wavering legs, and he could feel his heart pounding and his face burning as he did so.

The woman of his dreams was before him again.

* * *

Audrey had not really known what to expect.

The last time she saw Jack Lim was four years earlier: she was graduating from university, he was just about to start another year of junior college, somewhat gangly but kind of cute, very shy, and an all-around nice guy. He had been unable to go her wedding (he was invited along with the rest of the Lim household, whom she thought of as her second family) and the few times she had visited KL, he had been away at school. Thus, she did not have any clue what he would look like, knowing well how much four years (particularly those of the early twenties) could change a person.

Still, she was blown away.

She recognized the handsome man walking her way, could see in the shape of his face and the set of his eyes the unmistakable signs of Lim family, but in those subtle clues the resemblance to the boy she had known four years ago ended: gone was the moppy black hair, gone were the glasses; gone were the scrawny, gangly limbs and maladroit posture, and stilted movements; gone was the mismatched and oversized wardrobe, the acne and awkwardness. In their place was six-foot-three inches, two hundred ten pounds of muscular confidence with fashionable clothes, styled jet black hair and sharp, searing gray eyes.

She smiled winningly at him when she saw him, but behind her composed outward façade lay another thought altogether: simply stated, Jack was a hunk.

Audrey rose to her feet and embraced him when he arrived, saying, "Oh my goodness, Jack! Look at you! You're hot!"

She was delighted to see him blush and lower his eyes. It had always amused her, the crush she had known Jack had on her. She had teased him a little and tantalized and teased him more than he probably deserved, and his cute little liking of her had stoked her ego quite a bit at important times, and for that she would always be thankful for even if he never knew it. She wondered fleetingly if he still harbored any feelings for her now, four years later.

"Hello, Audrey," he said in a deep and inherently manly voice. Even his voice was different, and much improved; no more squeaks, it seemed. "You're just as beautiful as I remember."

It was her turn to blush. "Flattery, sir, will get you everywhere," she told him as they took their seats. "Seriously, though, Jack, it's so good to see you. It's been a long time."

"Yes," he agreed. "Four years."

"Amazing," she breathed. "A lot has happened since then."

He nodded. "You got married," he said, and she wondered at the softness of his words.

Deflecting, she nodded. "You became an architect!"

He grinned. "I did," he admitted, "and now here I am, arrived in Singapore."

"Quite a long way from KL," she said with a smile.

"True," he agreed, "but the silver lining is now I'm much closer to you."

And while Audrey waxed cheerful from the subtly sweet flirtatious of words, another voice broke up their conversation, a lovely voice that was musical.

"Hi there," the voice said, and Audrey turned to find a lovely young woman standing over them, a bright smile on her face. She spoke again after a moment and her soft southern drawl was unmistakable. "My name's Amber and I'll be your server today. What would y'all like to drink?"

"Water, please," replied Audrey.

Jack answered, "The same, thank you."

And then they were alone again and the conversation resumed, and Audrey found herself drawn more and more into his words, very interested in the story of his past four years to degrees much greater than she had expected to be, and also she found herself entranced by the movement of his lips and the thin layer of stubble across his face. He was rugged and ruggedly handsome, and yet somehow so very well put together.

They were halfway through the meal, engrossed in a discussion about the relationship between politics and entertainment, when his phone rang.

He flipped it open. "My girlfriend," Jack said, checking it. He answered and spoke briefly into the receiver, then flipped the phone closed. "She's right outside."

And then the girlfriend was no longer outside, she was inside and approaching the table, and Audrey saw for the first time just how far Jack had come: his girlfriend was absolutely exquisite. The girl had blonde hair so bright it was nearly blinding, eyes as blue as the sky on a summer day, a gorgeous face, and a killer body.

"Audrey," Jack said, rising to his feet, "I'd like you to meet Vanessa. Vanessa, this is Audrey, an old friend of my sister's."

Audrey smiled sweetly, an expression returned in equal measure by Vanessa. Whatever else the girl might be, she was very friendly and nice, and Audrey liked her instantly. “I'm not too old and don't you forget it. I'm very pleased to meet you, Vanessa."

And so the nature and breadth and depth of their discussion changed dramatically thereafter as Jack was forced to pay significant attention to his significant other, and Audrey received far fewer of the subtle flirtatious comments and compliments. She did not mind, though, really; in fact, she thought, it was probably for the best.

In the end, after more than two hours of conversation replete with laughs and reminisces and understated glances, and even a brief and well-timed phone call from Kimberly, Audrey took leave of the young man and young woman with an individual hug for each, and she could not help but notice the soft fleshy feel of the breasts of the latter and the strong, sure shoulders and arms of the former, and as she was walking away she wondered if there was a more attractive couple anywhere in the city, which in Singapore was truly saying something.

And although she did not know it yet, deep in the mind of Audrey was planted the seed that would eventually grow to bear a very unconventional and exceptional kind of fruit.

[to be continued...]
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Jack Lim could not remember a time when he felt as nervous as he was at present. His heart was pounding, his ears were burning and his palms had that sticky sort of feeling. He rarely got nervous in any way anymore, having long ago conquered the bouts of shyness and low self-confidence issues plaguing his high school years, but his present emotional state represented a serious dose of regression.

It was easy to understand why.

Every person in the world can look back on their youth and name the one individual who impacted their growth more than any other. For some, that person is a teacher. For others, a parent or sibling. For most men, that person is a female. For most men, that female is gorgeous.

For Jack, that female was Audrey Lee.

He was in high school when he first saw her, the hot friend of his older sister, the college girl, gorgeous and utterly unattainable. Audrey and his sister, Kimberly, students at the University of Melbourne, had dropped by to frolic around the pool, which is probably why his first sight of her created such a lasting impression: tiny black bikinis covering hardly any flesh have a tendency to do that.

She was glorious: flowing silk black hair, sultry dark brown eyes and a willowy figure that defied logic in so many ways. Her skin was golden brown and glistening, and the picture of perfection.

That had been four years ago, however, and Jack had done much to move on. While his thoughts still sidled over images of Audrey on occasion, he was no longer truly obsessed with her. At twenty-four, he was very much grown up.

At least, he thought he was, but now here he was feeling like some virginal high schooler who had no idea what to do or how to act around girls. He would have to pull himself together, he told himself, or Audrey would think he was a moron.

He pulled up to the restaurant, a ritzy little café called the Apple Dish, and tossed his keys to the valet. He was an aspiring architect, yes, but not without means; much of his savings had made the trip with him, and he planned to enjoy himself.

And so he went inside and searched the crowd for her, and saw her sitting alone at one of the tables, and one memory above all else flashed through his mind: a stolen glance at glistening flesh, an unsuspecting Audrey naked and glorious and fresh from the shower, toweling herself off in the guest bathroom.

Jack would have to walk very carefully across the room, lest anyone notice the sudden bulge in his jeans. When last he saw her, Audrey had been a soon-to-be university graduate, fresh-faced and eager, and beautiful, and four years had not dimmed her beauty one bit. In fact, the time had only increased it. Audrey Lee was everything he remembered, and more.

She was distinctly feminine, her blonde hair tasteful and sophisticated, layered and colored and past her shoulders. Her face was gorgeous, her skin flawless, her make-up pristinely applied and perfectly understated. She wore a light beige sundress, cut square in front with straps over the shoulders, which off-set the deeper gold of her tan and displayed abundant, yet somehow classy-looking cleavage. She was, in a word, incredible.

And then she saw him and smiled, brilliant emerald eyes sparkling, pearly white teeth shining, and the splendor and power of her expression could have solved energy issues the world over.

And so Jack did the only thing he could: he took a deep breath and walked to her on wavering legs, and he could feel his heart pounding and his face burning as he did so.

The woman of his dreams was before him again.

* * *

Audrey had not really known what to expect.

The last time she saw Jack Lim was four years earlier: she was graduating from university, he was just about to start another year of junior college, somewhat gangly but kind of cute, very shy, and an all-around nice guy. He had been unable to go her wedding (he was invited along with the rest of the Lim household, whom she thought of as her second family) and the few times she had visited KL, he had been away at school. Thus, she did not have any clue what he would look like, knowing well how much four years (particularly those of the early twenties) could change a person.

Still, she was blown away.

She recognized the handsome man walking her way, could see in the shape of his face and the set of his eyes the unmistakable signs of Lim family, but in those subtle clues the resemblance to the boy she had known four years ago ended: gone was the moppy black hair, gone were the glasses; gone were the scrawny, gangly limbs and maladroit posture, and stilted movements; gone was the mismatched and oversized wardrobe, the acne and awkwardness. In their place was six-foot-three inches, two hundred ten pounds of muscular confidence with fashionable clothes, styled jet black hair and sharp, searing gray eyes.

She smiled winningly at him when she saw him, but behind her composed outward façade lay another thought altogether: simply stated, Jack was a hunk.

Audrey rose to her feet and embraced him when he arrived, saying, "Oh my goodness, Jack! Look at you! You're hot!"

She was delighted to see him blush and lower his eyes. It had always amused her, the crush she had known Jack had on her. She had teased him a little and tantalized and teased him more than he probably deserved, and his cute little liking of her had stoked her ego quite a bit at important times, and for that she would always be thankful for even if he never knew it. She wondered fleetingly if he still harbored any feelings for her now, four years later.

"Hello, Audrey," he said in a deep and inherently manly voice. Even his voice was different, and much improved; no more squeaks, it seemed. "You're just as beautiful as I remember."

It was her turn to blush. "Flattery, sir, will get you everywhere," she told him as they took their seats. "Seriously, though, Jack, it's so good to see you. It's been a long time."

"Yes," he agreed. "Four years."

"Amazing," she breathed. "A lot has happened since then."

He nodded. "You got married," he said, and she wondered at the softness of his words.

Deflecting, she nodded. "You became an architect!"

He grinned. "I did," he admitted, "and now here I am, arrived in Singapore."

"Quite a long way from KL," she said with a smile.

"True," he agreed, "but the silver lining is now I'm much closer to you."

And while Audrey waxed cheerful from the subtly sweet flirtatious of words, another voice broke up their conversation, a lovely voice that was musical.

"Hi there," the voice said, and Audrey turned to find a lovely young woman standing over them, a bright smile on her face. She spoke again after a moment and her soft southern drawl was unmistakable. "My name's Amber and I'll be your server today. What would y'all like to drink?"

"Water, please," replied Audrey.

Jack answered, "The same, thank you."

And then they were alone again and the conversation resumed, and Audrey found herself drawn more and more into his words, very interested in the story of his past four years to degrees much greater than she had expected to be, and also she found herself entranced by the movement of his lips and the thin layer of stubble across his face. He was rugged and ruggedly handsome, and yet somehow so very well put together.

They were halfway through the meal, engrossed in a discussion about the relationship between politics and entertainment, when his phone rang.

He flipped it open. "My girlfriend," Jack said, checking it. He answered and spoke briefly into the receiver, then flipped the phone closed. "She's right outside."

And then the girlfriend was no longer outside, she was inside and approaching the table, and Audrey saw for the first time just how far Jack had come: his girlfriend was absolutely exquisite. The girl had blonde hair so bright it was nearly blinding, eyes as blue as the sky on a summer day, a gorgeous face, and a killer body.

"Audrey," Jack said, rising to his feet, "I'd like you to meet Vanessa. Vanessa, this is Audrey, an old friend of my sister's."

Audrey smiled sweetly, an expression returned in equal measure by Vanessa. Whatever else the girl might be, she was very friendly and nice, and Audrey liked her instantly. “I'm not too old and don't you forget it. I'm very pleased to meet you, Vanessa."

And so the nature and breadth and depth of their discussion changed dramatically thereafter as Jack was forced to pay significant attention to his significant other, and Audrey received far fewer of the subtle flirtatious comments and compliments. She did not mind, though, really; in fact, she thought, it was probably for the best.

In the end, after more than two hours of conversation replete with laughs and reminisces and understated glances, and even a brief and well-timed phone call from Kimberly, Audrey took leave of the young man and young woman with an individual hug for each, and she could not help but notice the soft fleshy feel of the breasts of the latter and the strong, sure shoulders and arms of the former, and as she was walking away she wondered if there was a more attractive couple anywhere in the city, which in Singapore was truly saying something.

And although she did not know it yet, deep in the mind of Audrey was planted the seed that would eventually grow to bear a very unconventional and exceptional kind of fruit.

[to be continued...]
Wah wah! Audrey gonna have sex with Jack and pretend the baby is Tony's? Good read
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your story is nice ts, more please.
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