[junebaby]

After a couple more bottles, Mark finally went to the bathroom. He seemed to be in there for an extraordinarily long time, perhaps he wasn't used to Mike's brand of razors.

After around 10 minutes, I knocked on the door and entered.

Mark was standing in front of the mirror fully nude, but not really doing anything.

Me: You need help or something?

Mark: Help with?

Me: Shaving?

Mark: You want to help me shave?

Me: Why not? I've shaved Mike before.

Mark: Isn't it an intimate experience?

Me: It is? Really? I shaved him so he's got a cleaner and bigger looking cock. Hahaha. Untidy bushes don't really bother me. But shaven ones seem more enticing.

Mark: Oh.

I grabbed the shaving cream and squeezed some out onto my hand.

Mark: Woah. I'll do it myself.

He took the cream from me and applied it around his genitals. Then he took the razor and moved in upward strokes. It wasn't really an untidy bush yet so he was clean shaven within minutes.

He went into the shower to wash it off. I quickly stripped and jumped in with him.

Mark: Hey!

Me: You're getting hard.

Mark: You're stroking it.

Me: Do you really want this?

Mark: Not really.

Me: Oh.

I was slightly disappointed.

Me: Are you letting me do it so I'll be happy?

Mark: Sort of.

Me: Will you be happy?

Mark: Physically I would I guess.

Me: And emotionally I'll just be damaging you further.

Mark: Perhaps.

Me: I can't do that to you.

Mark: Why not? I'm not stopping you.

Me: I won't do that to you then.

I stepped out and wrapped Mike's towel around myself, before going to the room to get a fresh towel for Mark.

I passed it to him.

Me: And you're still hard.

Mark: This is the hardest I've been in long time.

Me: Is it because of me?

Mark: You did turn me on.

Me: Hahahaha. Thank you. I guess.

Mark: But I don't think I can fuck you.

Me: I know. It's fine.

Mark: We can hug if you want.

Me: Of course! I love hugs!

Mark: Naked or?

Me: Wah. Don't tempt me like that leh.

Mark: You know I can cuddle naked right?

Me: You can. I'll just want to stick it in. Hahahaha.

Mark: This small thing?

Me: I swear it's only small to you.

Mark: It's smaller than everyone else's.

Me: Maybe. But it's fine really. You need to work on your self esteem.

Mark: Yeah. I guess so.

We dried ourselves and I put on my panties and shorts, along with my bra. He put on his boxers.

Me: Half naked hugs? Haha.

Mark: Sure.

We headed back to the kitchen to get more soju and settled down on the sofa again, and I curled up on his chest, or manboobs rather. I teasingly flicked his nipple with my tongue.

Mark: Hey!

Me: Oops. Hee…

Me: I really should get those L-shaped sofas. Or reclining ones.

Mark: Why?

Me: Can stretch out and hug you.

Mark: You're gonna buy a sofa just to hug me?

Me: Or Mike. Or Tom.

Mark: You don't hug them?

Me: Not the way we hug. I want their cocks in me. Don't really spend much time hugging.

Mark: You don't hug while having sex either?

Me: That's not counted. Haha. The sex we have is not that… erm… intimate?

Mark: They're inside you and it's not intimate enough?

Me: How do I explain this.

Mark: I sort of get what you mean. Don't need to explain.

He took the soju and gulped it down again, offering me some, but it was hard to drink while I was half lying down.

Me: How do you drink so fast? Or rather, why?

Mark: Just drink lor.

Me: I tried the last time, remember?

Mark: Yeah.

Me: Choked. Burned.

Mark: You don't choke when you deepthroat Mike or Tom right?

Me: Huh? What's the link?

Mark: Hold your breath when you're gulping it down.

Me: Gulping their dicks?

Mark: The soju la!

Me: Oh. But you don't breathe when you're drinking anyway. The liquid will go into your lungs.

Mark: Then I don't really know how to explain it.

Me: You seem to be binge drinking though.

Mark: I know.

Me: Does it help?

Mark: Sort of.

Me: We shouldn't do this too often.

Mark: Why not? You're afraid we'll end up having sex?

Me: No. I'm concerned about your liver.

Mark: Oh. YOLO I guess.

Me: If you really YOLO, we'd be on my bed already. Haha.

Mark: Good point. Ok last bottle.

We finished up each of our last bottles. Mark had 7 and I had a mere 3. How was he still standing?

Me: You're obviously not going home like this.

Mark: Oh. I didn't drive actually.

Me: Finally you did something sensible. I'll wait with you downstairs for the Grab?

Mark: You have to get dressed.

Me: Erm. Just need to put on a t-shirt.

Which I did.

Mark: Oh wow. That's fast. Grab arriving in 3 minutes.

We went down and I waited with him at the pickup point. The Grab arrived and I gave him a hug before leaving.

Me: CNY coming. I hope everything goes well for you.

Mark: I hope so too. Good night June.

He leaned in to kiss my cheek. But I sneakily turned my face and caught his lips, licking them with my tongue.

Mark: Oi.

Me: Hee…

Mark: Ok I'm off then.

I watched as the Grab left. I wondered why I wanted to tease him that way. Was I really that horny? Or was I feeling something more for Mark.

I took a quick shower and went to bed. Mike had not returned yet. I hope he wasn't fucking so big-breasted prostitutes with John.

I awoke early the next morning to find that Mike still had not returned home.

I checked my phone. He had stayed over at John's place. Which was where April was still staying.

Oh fuck. Did she try to seduce my husband as some sort of revenge against hers?

Oh well, even if she did, I guess it would make it easier to come clean with her.

I intended to confess my misdeeds to her and Mike, but I didn't know how exactly I would do it. But I was definitely going to wait till after Chinese New Year to do so.

I dropped Mark a text to see how he was doing. He replied instantly.

Me: You got home safe? Sorry I fell asleep quite fast

Mark: Yeah. I entered the Grab with an erection though.

Me: Oh? Couldn't tell.

Mark: It's too small to be obvious.

Me: Hahaha. It isn't la.

Mark: The Grab driver kept looking at me through the rear-view mirror.

Me: Why?

Mark: Who knows, maybe because you kissed me?

Me: Right.

Mark: Why are you up so early?

Me: I could ask you the same question.

Mark: Couldn't sleep. You?

Me: Mike isn't home. He spent the night at his best friend's place.

Mark: And so?

Me: It's the best friend who booked me when I was an escort. He's getting divorced and I recently caught up with his wife, who's my best friend.

Mark: And?

Me: I don't know. I intend to tell them. But not yet. Not now.

Mark: And you're worried he already found out when he's there.

Me: Yeah.

Mark: What makes you think he doesn't already know? Maybe Tom told him? Maybe he knew all along but accepted it because you did it to help him?

Me: I don't know. Getting kinda worried now.

Mark: About?

Me: What if he gets angry and comes home to kill me.

Mark: Right. He probably would have killed Tom first. Or his best friend. Or me.

Me: Oh ya.

Mark: I can come over if you want. Not that I'll be much help.

Me: Nah. It's ok. I'll go back to sleep and see what happens. If you don't hear from me, probably look out for my obituary.

Mark: Very funny.

Me: Haha. Yeah. I'm kidding of course.

Mark: Rest well then.

Me: I will.

I went back to sleep. Surely Mike should be home soon. Maybe he didn't find out anything. Or maybe he already knew.