We’ve been happily married for almost 6 years now and it’s been a good marriage, reasonably good sex, we never had major problems and just the odd tiff until about one year ago.
I had been getting chest pains and one day, all of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain on the left of my chest and started sweating. I just stood still and realised the old heart was giving problems. Well, long story short, I admitted myself to hospital and was given an angioplasty, an op which clears blood vessels.
Clearly I wasn’t in any shape for any rigorous activity after that and I laid off sex and booze for quite a while.
My wife Becky was very supportive at first but then I noticed a change in her behaviour.
She’s about five years my junior, slim, B cup boobs,1.6m height, long black hair and usually quite a conservative dresser. She was intelligent and could really hold a conversation.
Prior to my op steak and some wine or beer after that was usually our dinner whenever we could. But nowadays it was almost a white meat or even vegetarian diet and no booze for me.
Becky clearly wasn’t comfortable so I suggested she go out with her sister for dinner instead of depriving her. No point of both us suffering I thought.
So happily, off she went twice or three times a week for dinner with her sister. But then I noticed she started becoming more “fashionable”.
To be continued…
Hope this is just a story cos if its real……I am so sorry for the pain and heartache that you have to go thru……
copy from which website wor,brother?if you really want to share ur experience i dun think u would juz wrote a few paragraphs then " to be continue “.
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phantomboyz
copy from which website wor,brother?if you really want to share ur experience i dun think u would juz wrote a few paragraphs then " to be continue “.
can’t agree with you more bro phamtomboyz.
did a simple search on TS’s previous posts and almost all, i mean really almost all, his posts were on trans or tranny’s experience and/or exchanging of their contacts in 2006/07.
and TS is back all of a sudden in 2010 with this story. the heart op changed him?
not interested in cut and paste stories lah.
camping around to see whether TS really writing his own story or a copy from elsewhere (like wat some bros said).
Bros, don’t worry this is no cut and paste. I’ve not posted for a while. But I feel I just need to share.
Anyway…
My wife gradually dyed her hair with a blonde tint and started using patterned stockings and even had a few shorter leather look skirts which she normally used only for special occasions.
Her shoes gained height too. She now had two pairs of those strappy gladiator style heels which were at least 5" high. And this was the girl who normally used one piece dresses and 2" heels. Anyway, when the dinners started she used to come back about 10pm, then it became almost 11pm and then one Friday it shot past a few minutes after midnight!
That’s when I raised objections. Especially since when she got home, she seemed a bit tipsy and her clothing seemed to be untidy for her usual standard. She mumbled about meeting some of her overseas colleagues and they were discussing company stuff. Becky worked for an oil company and her office handled all the logistics for the Indonesian operations. I took that at face value and didn’t make too much of an issue as I was more concerned for her safety.
So the next week it was all quiet till about Wednesday, I think, she went off for her dinner with her sister.
As luck would have it, an old army buddy called me up to have coffee. He now drove a taxi and he usually would finish by 8. So he came and picked me up and suggested we drive past some famous hooker haunts in Singapore just for old time sake. A good idea, I thought, better than watching TV and drinking Milo. So off we went past Geylang (which was dead) and ended up heading towards Orchard Towers. We came from the back, via Claymore Road and made a left between the small road between the front and back parts of the building and were heading towards the car park. Then suddenly when we approached the pedestrian crossing my friend said, “Hey, isn’t that your wife?” . It was, and she had just crossed the road from the front building and walking together with this burly ang moh, probably an oil-rigger, and heading towards the back building!
To be continued…
So on with the story…
What the heck, I thought, maybe one of her colleagues. But my friend said, okay for argument’s sake, we could just drive up to the car park (which is in the back building) and sit awhile to see if anything happened. I agreed and we ended up in a lot just facing the lift doors.
And then the lift opened and there was my wife arm in arm with this big white guy! They were walking towards the back part of the car park and suddenly we see them, they were less than 5 meters away, embracing and the two locked together in a fierce kiss which seemed to last forever. I couldn’t believe my eyes and was shell shocked to say or do anything.
And then filled with rage, I wanted to confront them, but my friend had a firm grip on my right arm and told me not to be stupid. No point causing a scene and in my condition I was in no shape to fight this Ang Moh. So I controlled myself and forced myself to watch this sordid scene. He was rubbing my wife’s butt and stroking her long hair and she was rubbing his groin with her body. A bit later, they probably realised they were in a public place and then moved towards a black Toyota and both got in to obviously continue. My friend told me to stay still and remain in the cab whilst he walked around another side to see what went down. He seemed to be taking ages when suddenly I see him rushing back. “They’re making a move,” he said, “Let’s follow them”. Before I could agree he started the cab and headed towards the exit. Luckily there was a gantry and those few seconds enabled us to be just one car away as we saw the Toyota head towards the same way we came and towards Orange Grove Road. Traffic was light and we didn’t have a problem following at a safe distance.
In the meantime, my friend was filling me in with what he saw. I think he held back, not wanting to inflame things further just saying it was heavy stuff, petting and rabba rabba he said.
But later my worst fears were to be realised!
Thanks for the comments bros. Don’t worry, the story does not go on for much longer. I’ve cut out some details. Anyway…
My friend and I were now following this car with my wife and Ang Moh guy along Stevens Road and suddenly traffic built up and we lost them! So sadly, we retreated to Newton for our coffee and me in one state of confusion. After chatting and consoling me for a bit my friend drove me home. I had a funny feeling when I got back, the house didn’t seem the same. I looked at our wedding picture and just shook my head distraught. Then I realised I had to get a pay back. I mean, there was I, the ever considerate husband and then now stabbed in the back! It was now just before midnight and I heard the front door open. It was my wife. “Oh, you’re still up?” she said. In a controlled voice I said “Ya, I was watching TV. So how, was makan? Okay?” “Ya not bad met a few friends. Tired lah, going to shower and sleep.” I had decided to keep quiet about what I saw and see how far this bitch went so I played as though nothing happened. Somehow when we went to bed, Becky tried to kiss me goodnight and I just turned away saying I had a cold and didn’t want her to catch it. No way would those filthy lips which just kissed an Ang Moh touch mine.
Morning came, and we went our separate ways to work. Becky was more friendly then usual, maybe feeling guilty for what she did, but I just used the cold excuse for talking less.
When I got to the office, I just couldn’t concentrate. My mind was playing back what I saw the previous night. After a couple of hours I took the rest of the day off and called my cab driver friend up. We sat and discussed what happened and I realised this couldn’t go on. The thing is, we had to catch them in the act! No point confronting her, I wanted to end the whole thing.
To be continued…
Bros, first thank you for the one that up my points. Also thanks for the kind words. I more or less have got over it.
So the story goes on…
Now all this business of wanting to catch my wife in the act was easier said than done. There was no way I could follow her around without being spotted. But my friend had other ideas - he said “so give them the rope to hang themselves”. His plan was simple, I was to get out of town for a few days and hopefully the wife would bring her Ang Moh home for a screw where we would install a spy camera.
We stayed in an older walk-up apartment, no security and on the 2nd floor. There was only one neighbour’s door facing our door so it was relatively easy to go in without being noticed.
But I had my doubts, what if they went to a hotel? Anyway, I agreed to my friend’s plan and we had this ever so tiny camera positioned facing my bed but tucked away so no one could see. I soon made the announcement that I had to go to Bangkok for four days and I swear I saw a glimmer of delight in my wife’s face when I said it.
The day finally arrived and I was off - not for any meeting but to drown my sorrows in Bangkok’s clubs. But that’s another story. Anyway four days later I return and find nothing amiss - furniture, bed seemed tidy. It seemed to confirm my doubts about this bright idea. As soon as the wife headed to work, my friend popped in and took out the camera and started playing back the recording.
It all seemed innocent at first, the usual stuff, wife changing, going for a shower etc. Then a gap, a couple of hours when nobody was in and then came the shock!
To be continued…
Bro.. pls continue!!! Dun leave us hanging on like that…
Although watever u gonna write next could be painful for u…