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  Samantha in Singapore

  A First-Time Interracial Hotwife Story

  Book Three of the Hotwife Travel Series

  By Alex Jamieson

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  Copyright 2019 by Alex Jamieson

  Cover design by designacover, Australia

  This book may not be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in whole or in part in any form or by any means without written permission of the copyright holder, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations or products, other than those that are in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or to places or events is purely coincidental.

  All characters depicted in this book are twenty-one years of age or older. All cover characters are models.

  Contents

  Samantha in Singapore

  Introduction

  Chapter 1 – The Job Offer

  Chapter 2 - The Game

  Chapter 3 – The Team

  Chapter 4 – The Bangkok Weekend

  Chapter 5 – The Studio

  Chapter 6 – The Second Shoot

  Chapter 7 – The Island

  Chapter 8 – The Red Line is Crossed

  Chapter 9 – The Edge of Destruction

  Chapter 10 – The Conquerors

  Introduction

  Samantha in Singapore

  A first-time interracial hotwife romance

  I want to start with a brief biographical note… I am happily married to a gorgeous woman who is the love of my life, and we have one daughter and two enormous cats. Life is spent shuttling between London and California as careers demand. That leads me to an apology, to those readers who have been asking when this third book would be released... life interfered!

  The theme of this series is the ultimate adventure of married couples exploring the hotwife lifestyle for the first time in exotic locations around the world. I am lucky enough to get to travel frequently, and all locations featured in the series will be known to me personally.

  Each story will contain a basic thread of real-life situations but greatly enhanced with more extreme situations from the hotwife genre. The catalyst for the entire series will be the dramatic and unpredictable collision of women at the peak of their sexuality and husbands with fantasies of watching their wives with other men.

  I have attempted to create a slight cross-pollination between the books in the series by introducing characters from one book as cameo players in others. Watch out for the twins, William, and Julian from the first book, Natalie in Nassau, and the philanthropic French doctor, Phillipe, from the second book, Amy in Amsterdam as their paths all cross in Singapore to the delight of our protagonists, Samantha Fielding and her husband, Jake.

  I realize the genre is made up of a wide spectrum of tastes, and I have read many of the stories from the darker end of that spectrum. However, if you are looking for serious cuckoldry, then this series is not for you. Husbands will not be humiliated, and wives will not be violated. The Hotwife Travel Series is focused on couples sharing the romance of discovering the lifestyle together. Samantha in Singapore is the third book in the series, and I look forward to hearing your feedback. Amazon reviews are genuinely welcomed.

  I want to express thanks to those who took the time to rate the first and second books, Natalie in Nassau and Amy in Amsterdam on Amazon and even more sincere thanks to those who emailed me personally with their appreciative comments.

  I must give a special mention to the Atlanta couple who expressed their enjoyment of my writing as they actively live the hotwife lifestyle and experience how marriage-enhancing it can be. I greatly admire their openness, and I have based the character of Samantha on this smart and beautiful hotwife who has been kind enough to share some of her experiences with me.

  My thanks and love to my wife for indulging my interest in erotic literature and offering guidance when a word just won’t come or a scene just doesn’t work.

  Keep a look out for book four… Hannah in Hawaii. Hopefully, it won’t take as long in coming!

  Contact: [email protected]

  Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy it.

  Alex.

  Chapter 1 – The Job Offer

  “Jake, you are exactly the person we’re looking for. You’ve got to agree to run this new venture for us.”

  I remember those words so clearly. This powerful man, who’d suddenly shown up in our lives, seemed to think that all he had to do was say the words and it would happen. Did he really expect us to drop everything to move halfway around the world?

  It was almost a year ago, and we were having dinner at one of Austin’s most expensive restaurants, with a couple we had never met before. Tony Smithson and his wife Charlotte Lee-Smithson had flown from Singapore, and they claimed it was just to meet me. It was a little hard to believe, but he had just offered me a job, so this dinner must have fit somewhere into their plans.

  They looked the part of two highly confident, ultra-rich, globe-trotting socialites although it appeared, from what they’d told us, they were both, individually, highly successful business people. Only later in our relationship did we find out that they were both billionaires in their own right. It was difficult to get past the fact that they had that look of the starring couple in the rom-com Crazy Rich Asians. Both very sophisticated. Him bi-racial, tall and handsome in a smooth sort of way; her petite, beautiful and immaculately dressed with long, glossy black hair that had been pulled back into a French twist. Something about her just oozed with sexuality, and I found it quite difficult to tear my eyes away from her as she looked me over with a sultry stare.

  They had filled us in on their backgrounds over the lobster salad appetizers. Tony is Anglo-Asian; his father, Sir Giles Smithson, is British, and very much of the old school, and his mother is Singaporean, as is his wife, Charlotte. He has that handsome and exotic look that is common among many multi-racial people.

  At the time of that first dinner, Tony had just taken over the running of his family’s company despite being only our age; early-thirties. His father had moved aside and become Chairman of the Board and was allowing his only son, Anthony, free rein over the future direction of the organization. Apparently, the company, Smithson-McDougall, is one of the largest conglomerates in Singapore and has interests in banking, telecommunications, and media. Charlotte’s family business is shipping and maritime insurance. There’s no denying that they made a major impression on Samantha and me.

  Trying to tempt me to accept the job, they also regaled us with some background information on Singapore and its importance in the global tech sector. According to a new research study, by the Startup Genome project, Singapore has overtaken Silicon Valley as the world’s number one location for start-up talent. It also has the third highest level of global connectivity, outperforming Silicon Valley yet again. They did a great job of selling the excitement of the place.

  My own background is in virtual reality and augmented reality engineering, and Tony told us that Smithson-McDougall’s media arm that had been primarily involved in television and movie production was planning a new start-up venture in the VR field. Tony had first seen me on YouTube giving a couple of TED Talks on the subject and, from what he said, had decided on the spot that he wanted me to run the new endeavor.

  The offer caused me to drift into something of a reverie as I picked at my pan-seared scallops and considered what we would be giving up for a move halfway around the world.

  My wife, Samantha, and I had been living in Austin for six years at the time, having gravitated there because of its reputation as a tech hub that lacked the aggressivene
ss of Silicon Valley. We loved living in the city, but a new challenge like running a start-up in Singapore isn’t something to be sneezed at.

  We enjoyed the youthful vibe of Austin that combined all the vibrancy of a college town with the ever-burgeoning tech sector. We loved that it was the host city for SXSW; we reveled in the mountain biking and hiking in the surrounding Hill Country; and there was nothing quite like vegging out on the rocks at Hippy Hollow and letting the sun soak into our bodies along with all the other free-spirited, naked denizens of the area.

  I loved going to the best-known nude beach in Texas if only to gaze at Samantha’s body and to watch other men openly staring at her. It gave me a major high to see their envy as I imagined them projecting their filthy wishes onto the perfection of her dozing form as she lay languidly on the rocks like a siren from Greek mythology. I could imagine their thoughts as they visualized rubbing their cocks over her beautiful lips as she slept. They would hope that maybe she would half realize what was in front of her and open her mouth to allow them to push deep into her mouth. I think my career in Virtual Reality allowed me to create these scenes more vividly in my mind. All I know is that the scenes I imagined had become more and more explicit and more and more depraved over the six years we’d been getting naked in public.

  Sam is slim with a fit, athletic body that she keeps in shape with both a regular exercise regimen and the outdoor activities that we so enjoy. A colleague of mine at work recently described her as svelte. Cool, huh? Her honey-blond hair is cut in a shoulder length style that swings enticingly as she moves. With long, toned, legs, and a taut round ass, the overall effect is enough to make a grown man salivate. She doesn’t have large breasts, but they are so firm and perky that I love to just take her pale brown nipples into my mouth and imagine other men wanting the same.

  I realize that I might sound like a deviant pervert for fantasizing about my wife with other men, but surely that’s better than some of the other grim fantasies that you see depicted online these days.

  Obviously, Sam wasn’t prudish, or she wouldn’t have enjoyed our visits to the nude beach; it’s just that she didn’t see herself as sexy. Whereas, to me, she was the sexiest thing on two legs. To all appearances, half the men at Hippy Hollow agreed with me. I’ve seen the erections they sport as they casually happen to stroll past us and openly stare at her perfect breasts or try to catch a glimpse between her legs while she lays there oblivious to the effect she’s having. Admittedly it’s only half the men up there that are into ogling my wife but, in all fairness, the other half are gay, and they are into their own ogling tastes.

  I’m no psychoanalyst, but it’s almost as if back then Sam felt she didn’t have enough room in her life for being sexy. She was all about fitness and work; work and fitness. She endlessly talked about professionalism, commitment, work ethic, and she had little patience with people who didn’t have her degree of drive. Even her focus on fitness appeared to be designed to keep her in peak shape to enable her to make the most of her career.

  I can only think that Sam’s upbringing was at the root of her determination. Her father left when she was nine, and her mother struggled to get by, finally succumbing to ill health and leaving my beautiful wife an orphan when she was eighteen. Those dire circumstances made her all the more determined to make something of herself. She had always worked hard at school, and she became the first in her family to go to college. Her studies in Advanced Mathematics and Computer Science with a focus on number theory provided her with the ideal skill set for a brilliant job in risk analytics. She laughs when she sees the look on people’s faces when she tells them she’s a quant.

  Hopefully, you’re getting the picture… very serious… very driven… but unwilling to devote either the time or the energy to fulfilling the sexual potential that I could always see lurking underneath the façade.

  She would have been mortified to know about my vision of her as a sexual being and my fantasies of her with other men. We never discussed sex; it had always been part of our lives, and we both enjoyed it, but we had never explored much beyond the plain vanilla of weekend evenings, in bed. I think Sam liked it when I went down on her, but occasionally she would question me as to whether I really enjoyed it. It was as if she couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to do that. She would take my cock in her mouth, but I had never cum from a fear that she would hate it. Admittedly she had never expressed an opinion either way, but I was certainly not going to be the first to bring up the subject. Regrettably, our lack of communication about sex was a constraint on our, otherwise brilliant relationship.

  But I digress. I was brought back to reality by Tony’s insistent voice.

  “Jake. Jake. Earth to Jake Fielding. What do you say? Shall we shake on it?”

  “But Tony, I really appreciate the offer, but you hardly know me. How much do you even know about my area of specialization in simulated depth of field rendering algorithms? They are the key to an immersive user experience. For exceptional VR, we’ve got to understand that use of both a focus and a depth cue can significantly enhance the experience. We rely on depth of field in our visual system for subjectively perceived realism. It’s also been shown that a simulated, but perceptually correct, depth of field reduces the amount of visual fatigue experienced by users.”

  “STOP Jake, I can’t speak for Samantha, but certainly two of us at this table have no idea what you’re talking about. Our company hasn’t been successful because we know exactly what everyone does. It’s been successful because we hire the very best talent from around the world and then let them do their thing. You would be leading a team that includes a brilliant French guy and the brightest young mind in VR from Italy. We have a very cosmopolitan outlook. Our judgment of our people is based solely on results. If you join us, we will expect you to put all your brilliance to work to achieve brilliant results for us. End of story.

  “And anyway, we know far more about you than you can possibly imagine. You surely don’t think we are foolish enough to come all this way on a whim. That’s not how our business became so important to the global economy, I can assure you. We know everything about your exceptionalism in your field, and it’s that exceptionalism that we want. If you join us, you will have a completely free hand so long as you bring us the results. So, let’s cut to the chase. Are you interested?”

  “Of course I’m interested but as great as the offer sounds I don’t think I can accept. You have missed one major dynamic in your research. Samantha has a career that is equally as important as mine, and she already has her dream job right here in Austin.”

  “What do you do Samantha?” asked Charlotte who had barely got a word in edgewise up to that point, what with Tony’s direct, let’s-talk-business, style and my endless ramblings about VR.

  “I’m actually the head of risk management for a relatively new FinTech unicorn specializing in peer-to-peer lending, or marketplace lending as it’s coming to be known. And it’s a bit embarrassing, but I’ve just spotted our head of marketing sitting at the bar.”

  “Please feel free to go over and say hello, we quite understand,” offered Charlotte.

  I turned and saw the handsome Curt sitting alone at the bar. He was good looking, in a rugged sort of way, and he had the reputation of being the lothario of Sam’s office. The women clamored for his attention… especially the married ones.

  “Oh, no, no, it’s fine. So, where was I?” Sam continued. “My educational background is in quantitative analytics. I came from a big bank environment, where there was a risk aversion mentality and swapped it for a risk-embracing mentality that is all about innovation. Sometimes the philosophy of the company makes my risk oversight role that much more challenging but, despite that, I love it. It’s exciting, and the whole culture encourages creativity even for a number cruncher like me. I’ve got the best of both worlds.”

  “In that case, you have just made our journey even more worthwhile. I genuinely can’t believe our luck.” Tony ha
d been silent for long enough, it appeared. “You are exactly what we need to head up the risk management efforts for our company’s FinTech division. We had a really good guy, but he just got headhunted away by one of our competitors in London. In the words of the old Singaporean adage, “fortune shines on us this auspicious day.” This is a major coup.”

  It seemed strange to hear a posh British accent quoting ancient Asian sayings that sounded about as hokey as something from a fortune cookie.

  “Oh, wow.” Sam looked overwhelmed to hear about such a brilliant opportunity. “Would you all excuse me for a minute, I need the restroom.”

  Tony immediately rose to his feet and pulled out Sam’s chair. I felt like a country bumpkin compared to his old-worldly charm.

  The three of us watched as Sam walked across the room in the direction of the bar. As she approached Curt, she stopped and said something, then immediately she blushed red to her roots and looked completely discombobulated. We all watched as he reached out and stroked down the length of my wife’s arm, then took her hand, and leaned forward to whisper something in her ear. I know that my eyes were as wide as saucers watching this guy, who had a reputation for seducing married women, as he openly flirted with Sam. My eyes were wide, and my cock was rock hard. I shifted around in my seat a bit to adjust myself as I watched Sam continue on her way to the restroom. Pulling my attention back to our hosts at the table, I found Charlotte observing me with a slight smile on her face.

  When Sam returned to the table, she made sure to take a longer route back that didn’t involve her passing Curt. Even so, I watched as his eyes followed her every move. He even had the nerve to give me a brief wave as his eyes rested on our party.

  Tony was all business as he made a move to wrap up the evening.

  “Give us 48 hours to do our research into your capabilities, Samantha, but I’m fairly sure this is going to be an offer to both of you. In the meantime, why don’t you two spend the next couple of days relaxing and considering the proposal as if it’s a done deal? Then we can get together to finalize it before the end of the week.