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From One Way Of Life To Another - 5
by Mr. BS (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

*** 

A straight married man's life slowly changes and, with 
it, his old prejudices. Part 5 of 5 parts. (MM, FF, 
rom)

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Part 5

On the way back the hotel, the questions crowded in. 
Who are the committee? When has the committee ever seen 
me? What recent events? What benefits? Why now when I 
was about to return to the UK, probably never to return 
here? What was the 'ulterior motive' you mentioned on 
the way here? Matthew shrugged off the questions with 
vague answers, a couple of times he 'didn't know' and a 
few times just 'enjoy the moment.' As we neared the 
hotel, he put his hand on my arm and leant nearer to 
me.

'David, just be patient, all will become clearer over 
time; just let it happen; you'll soon know everything. 
Remember, discretion is all. Now, let's leave it 
there.'

I let it go, but it didn't satisfy my questions. I knew 
it would be a waste of time asking. Besides, I was 
going home tomorrow. Enjoy the moment Matt had said. I 
decided I would, and left it there.

We rode up in the lift together. Matt asked how I'd got 
on with my packing. I said I'd all but completed it and 
just needed the essentials to tide me over until I left 
for the airport the next afternoon. The lift stopped 
and we stepped out into the corridor. We both 
hesitated.

'Will you stay with me for the night?' Matt asked 
quietly.

'Yes,' I replied without hesitation, 'of course I 
will.'

We left our clothes where we dropped them as we 
undressed on our way to the bedroom. By the time we 
fell onto the bed together we were both aroused and 
rolled and kissed, fondled and playfully wrestled naked 
until we lay side by side quietly sucking each other. 
By silent mutual consent, neither of us came. We slowed 
and then turned around; in this position, wrapped 
around each other, we both slept.

I was woken in the morning by Matt stirring in the bed. 
I looked at the clock. It wasn't late. I was due at the 
airport in the afternoon so we had some time. Matt was 
laid on his back, eyes half closed, with just the thin 
sheet covering him. It followed his form around his 
parted legs and torso. I could plainly make out the 
form of his penis laying back across his stomach.

I sat up and slowly pulled the sheet across his body 
towards his feet, revealing his body in a strangely 
erotic way. I pulled the sheet completely away and let 
it fall to the floor. Rising from the bed, I 
repositioned myself to lay front down between his legs. 
I paused and then took his penis into my mouth.

I worked on his hardening cock with my mouth, teasing 
it with my tongue, running my lips along the underside 
of its length, then with my parted teeth, then pushing 
the tip of my tongue into its wet and slippery opening. 
I didn't touch him at all with my hands. After some 
time he started to try to push into my mouth but I 
avoided it until he stopped trying and then started on 
him again. He soon realised that the only way I was 
going to continue was for him to cease trying to force 
the pace. I continued for some time and then started to 
take him fully into my mouth although still not 
touching him with my hands. Occasionally, I spread his 
leaking precum over the head of his cock with my tongue 
before taking him fully into my mouth again. His 
breathing started to get heavier. Eventually, he 
grunted through gritted teeth, one word.

'David!' he gasped.

I didn't stop. A few seconds later, he gasped out loud 
as the first rush of his cum flooded into my mouth. I 
held him half in my mouth as he came, tasting his cum 
on the back of my throat as he filled my mouth. He was 
whimpering slightly as each jet burst from him but he 
said nothing. He quietly subsided as the orgasm faded 
until it stopped. 

I slowly withdrew my mouth from his softening cock, 
keeping my lips around it so as not to lose his cum. As 
it fell away from my lips, I moved upwards along his 
body until my head was over his. He sensed what I was 
about to do and raised his head a little, his lips 
slightly parted. I lowered my head until we were a 
couple of inches apart. I parted my lips.

His cum hung suspended from my lips for a second or two 
until the weight of it fell onto his lips. When it did 
so I lowered my mouth to his and lightly kissed him, 
sliding my lips across his, spreading his cum around 
our mouths. This seemed to release both our feelings. 
We kissed heavily and passionately. We hungrily passed 
his cum between us as our tongues explored each other's 
mouths. I ground my hard cock against his soft wet 
penis as hard as I could while at the same time we 
kissed heavily, sometimes clashing out teeth together. 

The scent and taste of his cum served to drive me on 
and I had to pull away slightly from him to avoid 
cumming. Eventually, we calmed down as the supply of 
cum diminished as we'd swallowed some and spread it 
around each other's mouths. I lifted my lips from his.

'Turn over,' I whispered, lifting my weight from him.

Wordlessly, he rolled face down, pulling a pillow 
towards his head as he did so. He made himself 
comfortable and then parted his legs. I hadn't realised 
how lovely a willingly offered arse could look. I 
reached over him for the bottle of lube I now knew he 
kept in the small cupboard next to the bed. I inserted 
the nozzle into his opening and gently squeezed the 
bottle until the excess lubrication flowed out of him. 

Returning the bottle to the side of the bed, I ran the 
tip of my hard cock over his opening spreading the lube 
around it and over the head of my cock. Pressing gently 
against his arse, the head of my prick entered him 
surprisingly easily. I pulled out once and then fully 
into him in one slow movement. Matt sighed as pressed 
against him when I was into him up to the root of my 
cock. We lay like this for a while, enjoying the 
feeling and the quiet. Then I started to move.

The only way which adequately describes the next half-
hour or so is that I made love to him.

That is how it felt. I concentrated solely upon his 
pleasure as I moved slowly in and out of him. I 
occasionally gave a couple of firmer strokes which 
caused him to expel a grunt. Sometimes I stopped fully 
buried in him and then pressed hard against him to gain 
a fraction of an inch more into him. I stopped when I 
felt I would cum, waiting until the feeling subsided 
and then carrying on. Making love is the only way I can 
think to describe this last time together.

When I stopped to wait for the feeling of impending 
orgasm to fade, Matt broke the silence.

'Please don't stop David,' he said softly.

I didn't reply. I waited until the feeling had subsided 
completely and then started to move again. Now I 
wouldn't stop again.

The feeling started deep within some place inside of me 
and flowed up through my body and into Matt. I came 
with a startling force. I buried myself into him as 
deep as I possibly could as the feeling raged through 
my body. I cried out, I know not what, as it racked my 
body; the feeling so intense, almost bordering on pain. 
Beneath me, Matt writhed, pushing his arse against me, 
intensifying the feeling. 

As the spasms faded we both quietened until we lay 
still and silent. I moved my head down and, managing to 
stay inside him, gently gave a series of light kisses 
across the tops of his shoulders. After a short while 
his arse muscles gently contracted and slowly pushed 
out my penis. I pulled away from him and Matt rolled 
over onto his back. I lay back on top of him and we 
kissed; I could still taste his cum on our lips.

We lay like this for a while. Then, as we knew it 
would, time caught up with us and Matthew was the one 
who broke the spell.

'We have to get you to the airport,' he said quietly

The next hour was spent in virtual silence. We showered 
together, mutually and wordlessly soaping each other. 
Occasionally, we would embrace and kiss but nothing was 
said. I dried myself as Matt watched me and then I 
moved into the sitting area to dress in my travelling 
clothes, a lightweight suit which I would be wearing 
for the next 14 hours or so. 

Eventually, we were both dressed. My luggage had been 
delivered to Matt's room and was by the door. He picked 
up the 'phone and asked for the bellboys to take my 
cases. True to protocol, the bellboy took a separate 
elevator while Matt and I rode in another. We didn't 
speak or touch.

In the foyer, I went to head for the check-out desk but 
Matt held my arm and said it had all been taken care 
of. I asked what about the extras I'd had: he didn't 
reply, he just shook his head in reply. Outside I asked 
the Concierge for one of the urban red cabs to take me 
to the airport: Matt countermanded my request saying 
that he'd taken care of it. As he did so, a black 
limousine cruised up to the entrance. A chauffeur got 
out, walked around the car, picked up my case and 
loaded it into the back of the car. He then opened the 
rear door for Matt and me to enter. This all happened 
quite quickly.

Matt got in first, as I went to follow him the 
chauffeur said, very softly, almost whispered, 'Welcome 
to the club'

I looked at him but his features remained impassive. I 
followed Matt into the back of the car.

During the ride out to the airport at Chek Lap Kok we 
never spoke. Every now and then, Matt would take my 
hand in his and gently squeeze it and then let it go. 
In front of us, the chauffer, behind the darkened glass 
screen, studiously kept his eyes on the road. 
Eventually, we arrived at Terminal 1 but didn't stop at 
the dropping-off point, continuing instead to an area 
where a white-gloved uniformed man directed the car to 
a set of glass doors. The chauffer got out and opened 
the door and then went to the rear of the car. As we 
got out, he pulled out my luggage and placed it on to a 
trolley which had been brought out by a uniformed 
porter.

We entered the terminal to the organised chaos which is 
Hong Kong International airport. I headed towards the 
British Airways desks but Matt took my arm and 
indicated that we follow the guy with the trolley. I 
went to ask why, but Matt's look stalled the question. 
I followed them into the Cathay Pacific area where we 
then turned away from the queues for the check-in 
desks. As I scanned the area, not knowing quite what 
was going on, a man at the club-class desk raised his 
hand in our direction. I looked at Matt, he looked 
almost angry and I was at a loss to comprehend what was 
going on.

'Welcome to the club,' he said through gritted teeth, 
almost bitterly.

'Matt, what's going on,' I demanded, 'my ticket's for 
BA not Cathay Pacific and certainly not for club-
class.'

'You've been upgraded' he said tersely. 'Welcome to the 
club,' he repeated.

Somewhat in a daze, I checked in and watched as my 
luggage disappeared into an area behind the desk, 
hopefully to be seen again at London Heathrow. The man 
behind the desk proffered my boarding pass.

'Welcome to the club, you have the single seat by the 
window' he said.

Absentmindedly, I took the pass, thanked him and turned 
away from the desk. How far does this club reach?, I 
asked myself. 

'Departures are over here.' Matt indicated sharply, 
turning away as he did so.

I followed him until he stopped suddenly some way 
before the desk. He turned to face me, holding out his 
hand.

'This is where we say goodbye,' he said abruptly.

I looked at him and realised that his eyes were wet.

'David,' he gulped, 'I'm not finding this easy; I have 
to go.'

He reached for my hand, squeezed it, turned and walked 
swiftly away. It was over in seconds. I stood somewhat 
bemused as he all but ran to the exit.

I watched him go. I tried to make sense of it until I 
realised how simple the explanation was. The dawning of 
it hit me hard as I realised what it was and my own 
emotions welled up inside me. I turned, trying to make 
out the departures desk through misted eyes.

Inside the departures area, I colleted my thought and 
emotions. Routinely, I bought a few things for my wife 
and then generally wandered around before entering the 
club-class lounge. This is the life I reflected as I 
accepted the glass of champagne from the unbelievably 
beautiful girl.

The flight was uneventful as it was luxurious. I 
watched the clouds scud buy as the aircraft climbed out 
and then finally settled comfortably into the cruise. 
With my seat reclined and fuelled by further glasses of 
champagne and superb food, the flight passed in phases 
of comfort, sleep, and breakfast. I rose to wash and 
shave and retuned to my seat as we began the long 
decent to London Heathrow. As we did so, a rather 
handsome steward collected my breakfast dishes. He 
enquired had I had a comfortable flight. I replied that 
I'd found it most relaxing. He seemed genuinely 
pleased. Why did I find him handsome I asked myself, 
when I'd never noticed men in such a way before?

'All part of the club service,' he said as he moved 
away. I could get used to this, I thought to myself.

My wife, Julia, was waiting for me in the arrivals hall 
at Heathrow. She clung to me and I enjoyed the scent of 
her as I hugged her to me. When we got to the car she 
asked if I was up to driving as she hated the motorway. 
I said I'd be fine and we headed for home rather 
quicker than if my wife had driven, arriving home some 
three hours later. We talked over a light supper and a 
bottle of white wine. I went to unpack my suitcase but 
my wife had other ideas. She said to leave it until the 
morning. I knew what she really meant.

Whether it was a result of my recent sexual activities 
or my wife's lack of it whilst I'd been away I'm not 
sure, but our lovemaking that night was robust to say 
the least. She clearly enjoyed the roughness of it, 
indulging herself in fantasies about being semi-raped, 
muttering obscenities and urging me to ram roughly into 
her, pulling her leg high up to gain the maximum 
penetration. Later in the night, she woke me by sucking 
on my penis and we made love again, this time in a 
gentler fashion. Over the next two days, the two days 
the company gave staff returning from Asia to 
acclimatise to the time difference, we settled back 
into our life.

On returning to the office, I looked at the endless 
stream of emails waiting for my attention. I deleted 
anything over two days old to make sense of them, 
working on the premise that if anything in the deleted 
pile was urgent, somebody would get back to me. Some 
welcome news however was delivered by the Director 
regarding an application and interview for assistant 
director I'd had prior to leaving for Hong Kong (the 
same position as Matt held out there). 

He congratulated me on gaining the position. It would 
mean some visits to our sister companies; at the rank 
of assistant director however, one was able to take 
one's wife or partner. Did I have a problem with 
travelling? I told him that I didn't and that my wife 
would be delighted if she was able to accompany me. He 
said he was pleased and we chatted about things of 
minor importance for a while. He then changed the 
subject.

'Just let me close the door,' he said, rising as he did 
so. He closed the door and returned to the seat.

'On another matter'' he said, and then hesitated - 
'Welcome to the club David.'

I must have looked surprised as I know I flushed with 
embarrassment.

'Don't be embarrassed David,' he said, 'it's not often 
that prospective candidates receive a unanimous vote of 
acceptance.'

I didn't reply as my mind was now in some confusion as 
I tried to figure out where this conversation was 
going. He sensed my uncertainty.

'The moment you stepped out of that bathroom your 
membership was assured,' he said.

I looked at him askance but said nothing. He continued.

'You will have noticed that the club has rather an 
international flavour which is reflected in its 
membership; the committee is no exception. In order to 
meet as a group, the committee needs to agree a set 
time and date and have a web-based meeting. They use 
this method to meet in order to manage the club, set 
fees and such like. It is a convenient way to get the 
members to meet. 

There are twelve committee members overall and are 
considered quorate at nine member. The only exception 
being that the full committee must meet to consider a 
membership proposal; as you know, a person cannot apply 
to be a member, they have to be proposed and sponsored 
by another club member.' He paused then, waiting for me 
to say something.

'Please continue,' was all I could think to say. He did 
so.

'For membership consideration, meetings are arranged by 
way of a video web-cast, with each member having a 
voting button.' He stopped, and appeared to be waiting.

My thoughts raced as I tried to pull back memories of 
things said in the past and recollections of seemingly 
disjointed instances. He must have noticed my 
bewilderment as he repeated something he'd said 
earlier.

'The moment you stepped out of that bathroom your 
membership was assured,' he repeated.

Then it hit me. Matt's ulterior motive. The lights, 
they were brighter when I'd left the bathroom and 
stayed that way until I returned to it. The whole thing 
had been broadcast to the committee in real time. 
They'd seen everything.

In the silence that followed, he leaned forward and 
opened his brief-case. He took from it an envelope and 
handed it to me. Dumbly, I took it; it was slightly 
heavy. I opened it and tipped the contents onto my 
desk. Out slid a DVD case. On the front of the cover 
was a picture of me, my mouth jammed over Richards 
prick whilst Alan entered my arse. The Director broke 
the silence.

'Only members of the committee see that,' he said, and 
continued, 'that is your copy; we find it a good way of 
ensuring discretion.' He smiled as he said it.

'You should find the time to look at it; you'll be 
surprised how excited you become.'

He rose to go. He held out his hand and I shook it, 
somewhat in a daze.

'Welcome to the club David.' He turned and left my 
office.

Nothing stays the same...

I did find time to view the DVD and have to admit to 
finding it a great turn-on. I was troubled about 
keeping it securely so rented a small deposit box at my 
bank. I've taken it out from time to time when my wife 
has been away and it continues to excite me.

Things moved on in the office over the next three 
months. Matt got promoted in Hong Kong and moved out of 
the hotel into a company apartment. We spoke on the 
'phone a couple of times and he hinted that when I next 
visited I'd be staying with him. The thought excited 
me.

A little while afterward, it was announced that Matt 
was to visit for five days for the board meeting. He 
would be accompanied by the recently recruited head of 
sales from the Asia office, Jia Li. A social event was 
organised so that managers could meet them both. 
Partners were invited.

It was strange meeting Matt again, especially with my 
wife present. We made eye contact as we shook hands and 
Matt held on a little longer but not so long that 
others would notice. With him was Jia Li. To say she 
was beautiful would be an understatement; even my wife 
remarked on her looks. With her striking oriental 
features and long black hair, she commanded every man's 
attention, including mine. I caught Matt's eye and he 
winked. Eventually, Matt, Jia Li, Julia and I were 
talking together. Julia offered to show Jia Li the city 
sights the following afternoon. The Director overheard 
this and pronounced it a 'good idea' as Matt and I 
would need to 'talk business.'

The next day Matt and I found somewhere quiet to go and 
we chatted for a while about not much before he 
broached the subject of his apartment. He enthused 
about the privacy, the sitting room, the two huge 
bedrooms and the view. He said how much he was looking 
forward to me staying with him and how I'd be lucky if 
he let me out of his vast bed. During this time I was 
roused and I wanted him like crazy. Eventually we 
headed for my house as Julia had offered a simple 
dinner and they had both accepted.

When we arrived at my house, the girls hadn't returned. 
The red light was blinking on the answer phone. I 
played the message; it was Julia to say they were 
running late and wouldn't be back before 7pm. We had an 
hour. We didn't bother with too much foreplay; within 
minutes we were on the floor naked sucking and rolling 
about on each other. Matt being experienced was able to 
take me lubricated only with my precum, not that there 
was a chance of making him sore as I came after a 
couple of minutes or so. Conscious of the time, he 
rolled me over and took me in his mouth, making me cum 
as he worked his finger in and out of me.

Within the half hour, we were dressed and looking 
respectable for the girls who came back a little later. 
They'd had a great day in the stores and returned laden 
with bags, the cost of the contents of which I didn't 
dare contemplate. The evening was most convivial and it 
was midnight before any of us realised. They both rose 
to go. Matt kissed my wife goodbye and shook hands with 
me saying that he'd see me tomorrow before they left 
for the airport. Julia and Jia Li embraced in a goodbye 
and Jia Li kissed me ever so lightly on the cheek, 
barely touching me. Her perfume wafted around me. She 
was one lovely woman. We waved them off in the taxi, 
watching as is disappeared down the lane from our 
house.

In bed, Julia was mischievous and flirty; I was a 
little unsure if I could perform having spent myself 
with Matt. I needn't have worried; as we started to 
make love she kept telling me to imagine I was fucking 
Jia Li. I did, calling her Jia Li as we went wildly at 
it; we didn't last long as the fantasy aroused us more 
that we'd realised and Julia finished with a shuddering 
orgasm of the sort that I can only induce in her 
orally.

The next morning, Matt came into the office, shutting 
the door behind him and then sat down.

'Right,' he started, 'I've seen the Director and he's 
agreed to you coming out to Hong Kong for four weeks. 
Julia is invited for the final two weeks, all paid for. 
Jia Li made the suggestion for Julia to accompany you. 
The reason for the split is that it gives you and me 
time on our own after work. Does all this suit you?' He 
asked.

Even though it had all been delivered in a rush, I said 
it did and I'm sure Julia would enjoy the two weeks and 
asked him to pass on my thanks to Jia Li for suggesting 
it. He grinned.

'Fancy Jia Li do you?' he asked.

'She is rather lovely,' I replied in a non-committed 
tone. He grinned again.

'Forget it,' he said. 'She has no interest in men 
whatsoever. The reason she supported you coming out 
Hong Kong was so that Julia could come with you.'

I looked at him as I realised what he was saying. I 
laughed.

'No chance,' I said, 'never in a million years, Julia's 
straight.'

'So were you that I remember,' he said, 'Jia Li is a 
very determined lady and seldom unsuccessful.'

'Not this time,' I said, 'I'll bet good money on it.'

'You're on,' he replied quickly. 'I'll wager £100 Jia 
Li will succeed.' 

He held out his hand to seal the wager.

'You're on,' I replied, shaking his hand and accepting 
the bet on my wife not being seduced by a woman.

'The money's already mine,' he said. 'For the £100, 
I'll even include a copy of the DVD as evidence. Oh, by 
the way, did I say that Julia and Jia Li have already 
made arrangements to go shopping for a day towards the 
end of your visit? It's at the same time as you and I 
will be away for three days in the New Territories. 
Whilst we're away, they are both staying in my 
apartment.'

I realised then that this had been planned for some 
time. Matt was nothing if not a planner!

I leave for Hong Kong in the next few days. I have the 
feeling that it's going to be an interesting four 
weeks.

END

The author will be pleased to receive constructive 
comments at mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk

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