“Come on, Sasha! We are going to the hotel bar before the Christmas party. Are you coming?” Emily looked expectantly at Sasha.

“Errr, yes, I’m ready,” Sasha responded hesitantly. Ever since their encounter with David, Emily’s presence made Sasha nervous, even though they were currently half a world away from London.

Sasha looked at her phone and opened the text from David again. Her chest tightened as she felt the air-conditioning breeze on her legs.

Drinks and chatter flowed in the bar. Despite the jet-lag, the London team were happy to be in Singapore and making the most of the company’s generosity hosting the Christmas party there.

“Sasha, I’ve got a Christmas present for you! Come with me,” Emily had a mischievous look in her eyes as she gently held Sasha’s arm and separated her from a small group of colleagues.

“What present?” Sasha asked Emily uneasily. But Emily did not reply and led her out of the hotel foyer and into the tropical evening. They walked over a bridge and into a small garden a few metres from the quayside.

“Well, hello,” the deep voice was unmistakable and Sasha recognised it before she turned to see David standing in the shade of a tree. She looked at Emily, who was giggling.

“What are you doing here?” Sasha blurted out.

“Business trip,” David replied nonchalantly. “And how lucky to catch up with my two favourite ladies while I am here,” David embraced Sasha gently, kissing her cheek.

Sasha knew he must have planned this deliberately and looked accusingly at Emily.

“So, did you follow the instructions in my text, Sasha?” David’s eyes roamed over her body greedily. Sasha felt her cheeks flushing.

“Err, I never thought you would be here,” Sasha stammered, a feeling of shame creeping up on her.

“But you did it anyway, didn’t you?” David laughed, revelling in her discomfort.

“Come on, Sasha, show me. What are you worried about? The strict local laws on decency? I think you’d actually enjoy a public caning. Now lift your skirt,” David held Sasha’s gaze as he spoke.

Sasha looked around their surroundings in terror. The three of them were alone in the garden, but Sasha could hear traffic and noise drifting from the quayside. With her heart racing, she grabbed the hem of her knee length skirt and raised it before lowering it almost immediately.

“Too quick,” David laughed at her. “You have to let Emily see as well. Lift it again, Sasha, and hold it up until I say.”

Sasha’s heart thumped even harder. Looking around the garden again, she raised her skirt.

“Oh my God, Sasha!” Emily exclaimed as she moved towards David. “You are so wicked! I can’t believe you agreed to it. You thought David was ten thousand miles away!”

“Yes, she is a very wicked girl,” David laughed again as he spoke. “You can lower your skirt now, Sasha.”

David moved towards Sasha and took her arm, guiding towards a tree at the edge of the garden.

“This is a tropical softwood, Sasha. The bark is almost like paper. Put your chest against the trunk and hold your skirt up,” David maneouvred himself behind Sasha as he spoke.

“Emily can keep watch for us,” David released his belt buckle and slid off his trousers.

Sasha leant into the tree, finding the trunk was surprisingly soft and flaky. As she lifted her skirt she felt David’s hand reach around her and grab her breast. She winced as his nails dug through her light blouse and into her erect nipple.

Pinned against the tree, Sasha felt his other hand slide underneath her bottom and between her legs.

“Dripping wet, Sasha. The breeze between your legs all day hasn’t kept you dry then,” David’s fingers found their target as he taunted her and Sasha could only moan in reply.

Sasha felt her insides melt as David stroked her labia and pinched her clit. Soon she felt his hand ease her thighs apart before he pulled it back. It was immediately replaced by the unmistakable tapping of his big, hard cock against her buttocks.

Without any warning, David bit her ear and shoved his cock up and into Sasha’s accommodating wet pussy.

“Ohhhh fuck,” Sasha bit her lip as her lover plunged in deep, feeling his size stretching her before his balls slapped against her bum.

“Quiet Sasha, stop moaning like a whore, there are people around,” David whispered in her ear.

The warm evening and sounds and smells of the tropical garden added to Sasha’s stimulation as David fucked her hard and relentlessly. Soon she felt a twinge in her insides and her pussy begin to contract.

David felt her tighten too. “Yes, Sasha. Your married cunt is trembling, ready to cum for me.”

David shoved even harder and faster into Sasha, and she felt her legs buckling with the ferocity of his thrusts.

“Oh my fucking god,” Sasha’s orgasm crashed over her. As she jolted helplessly against the tree, she heard David groaning and a split second later a warm stream of semen flooded into her sex.

“You dirty whore, take it all,” David rammed his cock as deep as it would go and held Sasha in place grabbing her ponytail and continuing to grip her right breast as he climaxed. 

When he was finally spent, Sasha felt David release her and heard him step back towards the path.

“Here. I’ve brought these all the way from London,” David held a pair of black panties aloft as Sasha turned to look at him.

“You might need these for the party, Sasha. We cannot have you dripping cum all over that hotel carpet!” David lobbed the underwear towards her.

“I will see you later, Emily. Enjoy the party,” David had already rearranged his clothes and was walking from the garden.

Sasha looked around at her surroundings. Nobody could be seen, thank goodness. Apart from her grinning colleague, Emily.