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My bf (26) planned this whole anniversary weekend at Marina Bay Sands for us. I’m 19, he’s my first serious relationship, first everything basically. He kept hinting that he wanted to “try something new” but I thought he meant like… a fancy dinner or some kinky lingerie. Friday night, we’re at Ce La Vi, he’s buying me drinks even though he knows I get tipsy fast. Then he starts pointing out guys who are checking me out. Singling them out. “That guy in the blue shirt can’t stop staring.” “The one at the bar keeps looking over.”
I was wearing this dress from Love Bonito that’s way more revealing than my usual style (he bought it for me). By midnight I was buzzed and honestly feeling myself. Then my bf just… approaches this ang moh guy at the bar. Tall, maybe early 30s, clearly here for business. They talk for like five minutes. My bf comes back and says “he’s interested.” I laughed. Thought it was a joke. It wasn’t.
The guy joined us. His name was Matt, from Australia, working in finance. My bf kept finding reasons to touch my shoulder, my back, like he was showing me off. Matt was smooth. Confident. Everything my sweet, nerdy bf isn’t. We ended up back in the hotel room. My bf sat in the chair by the window with the city lights behind him while Matt undressed me on the bed. I kept checking my bf’s face and he was just… hard. Visibly. Through his pants. Watching another man touch what he’d always said was “his.” Matt stayed for hours. My bf only touched me after he left, and he came in literally thirty seconds. Now it’s been two weeks and my bf keeps bringing it up during sex. Asking if I liked Matt’s “bigger cock.” Asking if I want to see him again.
I should feel used, right? So why do I get wet every time I walk past MBS now?
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