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Wifey had an outing with Joe (our ex neighbour), who recently ORD and is now seeking a job. She only agreed to go out with him for one occasion, but in the end, gave Joe a gift he won’t forget.
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While back in Singapore also, Wifey ran into David (Joe’s father) and they had a little adventure.
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Back in JB, Wifey got frisky online through WeChat with a couple of local Malay and Chinese (no action here, just sexting)
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Wifey ‘got conned’ by a chinese Ah Beng salesman and was used by him to satisfy his needs.
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Wifey had an outing with Joe (our ex neighbour), who recently ORD and is now seeking a job. She only agreed to go out with him for one occasion, but in the end, gave Joe a gift he won’t forget.
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While back in Singapore also, Wifey ran into David (Joe’s father) and they had a little adventure.
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Back in JB, Wifey got frisky online through WeChat with a couple of local Malay and Chinese (no action here, just sexting)
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Wifey ‘got conned’ by a chinese Ah Beng salesman and was used by him to satisfy his needs.
Wifey went out and pretended to slowly close the door (as in I am already asleep). KC was still in the loving room, watching TV.
“Ouh! You’re still awake?” Wifey asked, acting surprise.
“Ya lor. Waiting for you lor.”
“Erm..” “Come here!” KC instructed. Wifey went over to him and sat next to him.
“Wah! Where so sexy to sleep meh?” he asked.
“Yah, my fiancé sleep already. I thought you also sleep already.” Wifey said.
“Where got sleep? I told you to come find me mah. Right?” KC said
Wife just nodded. “Oh…. So you also want more fucking right?” Wife just looked away. “no meh?” KC began to rub her nightie and wife closed her eyes.
“your breast so big leh… I buay tahan see liao.” KC said as his hands began to cup her breasts.
“Ughh….. can we not do here…” KC then stood up and pulled my wife into his room.
Inside, wifey said that KC was gentle with her at first. He asked her to give her a blowjob while he sit on the edge of the bed. KC liked for her to look at him while she sucked him slowly.
After a while, KC pulled wifey onto the bed and they went into 69 position. KC was rough in his licking of my wife’s pussy, but wife responded with even harder sucking of his cock. But remembering that she had to play ‘victim’, she pretended to lose the ‘69’ and pretended to cum. Also, she got very very wet then.
KC removed wifey’s nightie as she was still panting from the first orgasm. He then pulled he up and made her stand against the drawer with a mirror and told her to look into the mirror. He then entered her from behind in doggie position.
“Louder!” Kc said and wife duly obliged. I was out against their room door and could hear wifey’s familiar moans.
Inside, Wife’s hands were against the mirror while KC was pulling her hair backwards. He adjusted her at an angle so that he could then look at her boobs, which are now swinging back and forth due to his fucking.
Wifey went louder when KC slapped her ass with the other free hand. “Good or not, slut?” KC said.
“ahhhh…. Yess…. Good…”
“You like me slap you like this?” KC asked as he slapped her ass again.
“Yes! Owww!! Yes…” Wifey moaned.
“You sibei big lei your neh neh.” KC now pinching her nipples. Wife was dripping wet and was getting ready to climax once again.
“Yes… yes… I’m cumming… I’m cumming…. I’m cumming!!!” She squeezed her pussy hard before more juices flowed out.
“Wah cha bor…. You so wet ah… you like my cock ah?” KC said as he threw her back onto the bed.
Wifey was panting from her climax. KC proceeded to grab her breasts and position his cock to enter wifey again. This time, he put a pillow below wifey’s ass to raise it. Once he entered, wifey came back online as his cock was ‘hitting her G-spot’.
“Oh my god… oh my god… ahhhh…. Ahhh….” Wifey screamed.
“Wah you like this ah?” KC asked still grabbing boobs. He then pulled both her hands and made her boobs swing and shake faster.
“Yess… yes…. Yesss. Ahhh….. ahhh…. Sooo good… good…” She moaned.
While still fucking wifey, KC grabbed his camera that he placed below the drawer and from his position, he began to take some more shots in compromising positions.
“No.. no.. you promise no more picture… ahhh…. No….. stop..” Wifey struggled.
“Your boobs so big…. This picture sure make money one..” He snapped more photos.
Wifey tried to cover her boobs with her hands, but to no avail. KC pulled them away and as wifey was also enjoying herself, she lifted her hands above her head.
“Wah good! Good!” KC was excited.
“I’m going to cum on your face!” He pulled out and positioned his cock at wifey’s face.
“No… no… no…” Wifey pretended.
“Ahhh…. Ahhh.. ahh,…” Too late as KC sprayed his second round of cum onto wife’s face. He then forced wife to blowjob him again and lick his cock cleaned.
All the while he was taking more photos.
KC then took a towel nearby and throw it to my wife to wipe her face. Wifey did so and soon, wanted to put back her camisole to go back to my room.
“Eh eh. Where you goin? I not done yet.” KC said as he pulled wifey back onto the bed. Wifey was shocked.
“Come sleep with me abit.” KC said. He pulled wifey and hugged her on the bed. All the while, he never stopped playing and kissing her breasts. Wifey just kept quiet.
After 10 mins of ‘cuddling’, KC took out his camera again and began looking at the shots he took. Soon, he got excited again and began to finger wifey.
Wifey just moaned softly as she began to feel wet again. KC then proceeded to get another round of blowjob from my wife.
He then fucked her again fro another 15-20 mins or so. This time, he couldn’t cum anymore in doggie position. So in the end, he got tired and just slept. Wifey then took the chance to head back to my room next to me.
I hugged her to sleep that night and could tell she was exhausted.
Next morning, I woke up early while wifey was still sleeping. KC was already up also from the noises I heard in his room. Wifey then woke up when she heard me in the showers.
“Dear, you so early wake up?” She asked.
“Ya, coz I slept well mah last night. Somebody also sleep so shiok hor?” I said.
“Shiok lah of course. 2 rounds leh. But you are the one who gave me the green light.”
“Ya ya. Then today you still want 3rd round and 4th round meh?”
Wifey didn’t answer. “Hee hee. Ok lor. Like that I can make arrangements” I said as I whispered to her what I wanted.
“You ah… early morning also so naughty..” She said.
Moments later, wifey got up and went to shower. I was already ready and went outside where KC was checking out the morning view from the balcony.
“Eh morning bro! Did you sleep well?” I said chirpily.
“Eh yes yes. Sleep so good yesterday.” KC said.
“So listen, I need to meet my clients again for breakfast downstairs for a short while. My fiancée is still in the shower and I don’t want to tell her ah. Wait she make noise. Maybe later about 1030 like that you all can come down and find me?” I said, giving him ample time.
“Oh sure sure. See you later.” KC said.
I left my room door completely ajar when I left and I was pretty sure KC could hear the running water in wifey’s shower.
Wifey then related to me what happened next.
Wifey was in the bath tub and was just relaxing when suddenly the toilet door opened and KC appeared.
“What are you doing here? My Fiance will find out!” She said as she tried to cover herself.
“He go out meeting liao.” KC said as he approached wifey in the tub. As he did so, he began to remove his clothes.
“Please stop. I don’t want already. Please go out.” Wifey said to him.
KC then squatted next to wifey and reach out to grab her boobs while another hand went down to her pussy. “You know what will happen right…”
Wifey then pretended to look helpless. KC motioned for her to spread her legs while his fingers did the work on her pussy lips.
“See. Like that more shiok right.” KC began fingering wifey.
Wifey kept quiet but began to open up her legs more and more. Soon, she was tilting her head back and her eyes closed. KC then motioned for her to move forward in the tub so that he can sit in behind her.
With KC behind her, he began to fondle her breasts more while still fingering her.
“ooooh… oooh…. Oooh.. KC…. Good…..” Wifey whimpered, catching KC by surprise.
“Wah. Yesterday night not enough ah? You want more isit?” He said.
“Yes… yes…. Yes…” Wifey moaned while controlling KC’s fingers to go further south, onto her anus.
“Woah….. you really slut ah.” KC got her intention and proceeded to finger her asshole gently. With the water, it made it easier for him to poke a finger in.
“oooooo….ooooo…. ooo… yes…. There…” Wifey moaned again. KC then used his left hand to pinched wifey’s big boobs. At the same moment, his cock got hard and was poking wifey in the back.
Unable to control herself further, she stood up and positioned her ass towards KC. KC then stood up and with his now hard cock, began to take position to penetrate wifey.
“Wait.” Wifey said, taking control. She then reached out to the liquid soap and let it drip all over her ass hole. She then pulled KC’s cock towards her back hole before he took control to slowly slide it in.
“oooouch…… ahhhh… oooooo…. Ahhh. Slowly…”She moaned
“Ah…. So tight…. Tight…. Ahhhhhhhh” KC also moaned. They slowly got into a rhythm. Wifey was enjoying the shorty’s cock in her ass. KC had to slowly fuck her as he didn’t have full grip as it was also slippery for him. Sensing that it was too tight for KC and not wanting him to cum so early, Wifey stopped and pulled his cock out.
She immediately went down on her knees in the tub, washed his cock abit and began sucking him vigorously. This took KC by surprise. Wifey was sucking him like a pro.
“I love your cock.” Wifey took a break to say that. Now she was behaving like a full slut. Just as I instructed.
After a couple minutes of sucking, they stepped out of the bathroom, dried themselves and went to our bed to continue the fucking.
Wifey took full control this time. Missionary, doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, sideways. Ass, pussy, titfuck, mouth, back to pussy.
All the while, Wifey was saying things like, “Yes, fuck me!” “I love your cock!” “It’s so big!” “It’s so good!” “Harder!”
Amazingly KC, could control himself and was thoroughly bought into the whole thing. Finally, going back to missionary, Wifey squeezed her pussy tighter and gave him the CFM look while squeezing her breasts.
“Cum inside me…cum inside me…. Cum inside me…. Ahhhhh…..” Wifey exclaimed as KC finally shot his last few rounds of what ever load he has left.
KC fell flat on the bed next to wifey, unable to move. Wifey then went to suck his cock, squeezing the last few semen out of him until he got too sensitive. Both laid down exhausted and she let KC enjoyed touching her breasts for the last time.
They then got changed and later, joined me for breakfast and drinks. We then went back up to the room before checking out at noon.
We bid farewell and I thanked him for helping us with the shoot. KC was very happy about the whole thing and before he left, he asked me, “Bro, can I get your fiancee’s number anot? I think she good model. I can link her up with more events in Malaysia.”
“Oh is it?” I asked.
“Ya. Maybe next week, she can come JB ah, I can fetch her and bring her to events or meet more photographers. You no need to come ah, if you busy.” KC tried his luck.
“Hmmm, I don’t know leh. I need to ask her first. But anything I contact you ah.” With that, we parted ways.
On the drive back, wifey was quiet. She then opened up about how excited she was being photographed and taken advantage of, just like in the Japanese AV that we watched. Then she was concerned.
“Dear, he got take photos of me leh. What if he…” Wifey trailed.
“Don’t worry he wont.” I reassured her.
“how you know?” She asked. I then took out the 2 memory cards from my pocket and smiled.
“KC is going to be so disappointed. Hahaha.” I laughed. With that, wifey’s smile returned.
Naturally, I texted KC the following day to thank him and asked him when we can have the shots printed etc. To which, he replied, “Bro, I lost the memory card”. I ranted on a bit to him and told him not to contact me again.
He still tried to give him another chance and to get my wife’s number. But all that was ignored.
Next up. Adventures with Roti Prata man in Johor.
Thanks all for the support!!
Hoping to write as much as i can when have time.
Just wondering if i can make money out of writing such things. Lol.
Thanks all for the support!!
Hoping to write as much as i can when have time.
Just wondering if i can make money out of writing such things. Lol.
Hey guys.
Sorry i’ve been really busy with work and cannot update as fast as I would like to.
I have however, started writing on Wifey’s escapade with the prata man in JB.
A couple more incidents happened.
As you can see, many stories to write but I just cant settle down to fill in the details. So I’m just leaving this small para updates here.
Thank you for all your support!
Hey guys.
Sorry i’ve been really busy with work and cannot update as fast as I would like to.
I have however, started writing on Wifey’s escapade with the prata man in JB.
A couple more incidents happened.
As you can see, many stories to write but I just cant settle down to fill in the details. So I’m just leaving this small para updates here.
Thank you for all your support!
The adventures with the Roti Prata man started out more like a game. As I am now based in JB for work, my company decided to rent out a service apartment so that I can commute easier. I took the opportunity to bring my wife over and we even rented out our Singapore condo for the next 1 year or so.
Wifey initially took some time to get adjusted to staying in JB. One thing for sure, she is not too comfortable with just going around or going downstairs for grocery. Being safe is always the issue. And also, she was slowly getting to terms with covering up whenever we go out. As compared with Singapore, where she can just show half ball and still not afraid of anything.
2 weeks after we moved in, we had travelled up to KL for my meeting as well as some light shopping. At one of the malls, we visited the LV boutique and Chanel boutique and it was a mistake. Wifey was so excited to see the bags and kept bugging me to get her one. I just dismissed it but I didn’t know it would come in handy for our next adventure.
All throughout the week after that KL trip, wifey has been asking me to get her the LV bag, coz she know I wont even consider the Chanel one. All the while I just ignored her.
It was during one of the weekends, when we went out and caught a movie at the cinema. I remembered it being a Friday night as I was in my office shirt and pants. I had picked wifey up and somehow, she was dressed up in those Adidas street wear, like those hip hop style, with cap and fake glasses. She said that day she decided to ‘cover up’ like street style.
We went for dinner and then movie, which ended at about close to 11.30pm. Before heading back, wifey said that she was abit hungry and wanted to grab something to eat. So, along the way, I spotted a lane that has a Mamak stall, which I know is near my workplace. Parked the car and sat at the table. Because of the location, there weren’t too many people as the parking lots are limited and the stalls there mostly served the lunchtime office crowd.
That night, there were only 3 other couples near us and besides the Mamak stall, there was a stall selling drinks. There were two Indian helpers working at the Mamak stall. One is a skinny guy who takes the orders and runs the cashier while the other is a fat, burly man who does the cooking at the back.
The skinny guy, let’s call him Sami, approached us and wanted to take our order. I ordered 2 canai(prata) kosong while wifey ordered a Maggi goreng. I saw Sami looking intently at wifey, but didn’t give much thought. We also ordered drinks.
While waiting for our food to come, wifey kept talking about the LV bag and kept bugging me to buy it. We drifted to another topic but she kept inserting the topic of the bag as and when. Also, as it was slightly humid, wifey took off her hat and her street style jacket. Inside, she was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, which was tight and revealed her buxom figure. I didn’t think much about it again, but it’s only when Sami delivered the food to us, did I remember that we were in JB.
Sami’s eyes were fixed on wifey’s boobs and started talking like a chee ko pek. Still, we focused on our food and wife was eating and talking about the bag.
In the corner of my eye, I saw Sami had called out his big burly cook, let’s call him Bala, who had come out and stood next to Sami as he pointed out to my wife and looking sly. Bala was a fat man and he was sweating from all the cooking.
As we were finishing up our food, the two men were beginning to pack up the stall. Me and wifey were still talking about random things when Sami came over and said that he wanted to collect the plates. Bala then came over and spoke in his broken malay and English.
“Eh you two come here first time?” He said.
‘Eh yes yes. First time come here”. I replied in mix Malay and English.
“Oh I see. This one your daughter ah?” Bala asked.
Wifey was about to say ‘No’ when I interrupted and said, “Yes yes. This my daughter”
“Ohhhh. She very pretty lah. How old are you?” Bala asked.
“She’s 23.” I said, knowing my wife can pass off that age.
“Ohhh. Must be careful ah, wear like that. Dangerous.” Bala said. “What your name?” He asked wifey.
“Maria.” She said.
“What you doing?” He asked.
“She studying now. Marketing.” I interjected.
“Ohhh. You like my food?” He asked.
“Yes. It is good.” Wifey answered. After that we just exchanged a couple more pleasantries, as I looked at Bala’s apparent attraction to wifey. Up close, Bala has a lot of tattoos on his arms and legs. As he had been cooking the entire night, he was sweating and was stinking up.
As it was getting late, we excused ourselves and went off. In the car on the drive back, something came to mind.
“Dear, you kept asking me about the LV bag right?” I said.
“Are you going to buy for me?” Wifey asked gleefully.
“Yes. But not so simple.” I said. “You have to work for the bag.” Wifey looked at me. “So what do I have to do?” Wifey changed her tone to abit CFM type, thinking its just going to be a straight forward BJ or sex.
“You remember Bala the prata seller just now?” I smiled.
“No! No! No way!” She said.
“Yes dear. And I haven’t finished.” I said.
“What else?” She said.
“Must have evidence” I said.
“Like recording?” She asked.
“Ya lah. If not how I know you got fulfilled or not.”
“You’re too much leh.” She crossed her arms.
“Eh, your LV bag not cheap hor.” I replied. “Up to you lor. My request simple only.”
Wifey kept quiet.
“Plus I’m pretty sure he will fuck you hard one. He sure damn big one.”
Wifey kept quiet. “So if I fuck him and record, you will buy me the specific LV bag?” Wifey finally asked.
“Yup”. I said, on impulse.
“Is that all?” she asked.
“and must act like you’re really a schoolgirl.” I added.
“Hmmmph… I see how” Wifey kept quiet again.
The adventures with the Roti Prata man started out more like a game. As I am now based in JB for work, my company decided to rent out a service apartment so that I can commute easier. I took the opportunity to bring my wife over and we even rented out our Singapore condo for the next 1 year or so.
Wifey initially took some time to get adjusted to staying in JB. One thing for sure, she is not too comfortable with just going around or going downstairs for grocery. Being safe is always the issue. And also, she was slowly getting to terms with covering up whenever we go out. As compared with Singapore, where she can just show half ball and still not afraid of anything.
2 weeks after we moved in, we had travelled up to KL for my meeting as well as some light shopping. At one of the malls, we visited the LV boutique and Chanel boutique and it was a mistake. Wifey was so excited to see the bags and kept bugging me to get her one. I just dismissed it but I didn’t know it would come in handy for our next adventure.
All throughout the week after that KL trip, wifey has been asking me to get her the LV bag, coz she know I wont even consider the Chanel one. All the while I just ignored her.
It was during one of the weekends, when we went out and caught a movie at the cinema. I remembered it being a Friday night as I was in my office shirt and pants. I had picked wifey up and somehow, she was dressed up in those Adidas street wear, like those hip hop style, with cap and fake glasses. She said that day she decided to ‘cover up’ like street style.
We went for dinner and then movie, which ended at about close to 11.30pm. Before heading back, wifey said that she was abit hungry and wanted to grab something to eat. So, along the way, I spotted a lane that has a Mamak stall, which I know is near my workplace. Parked the car and sat at the table. Because of the location, there weren’t too many people as the parking lots are limited and the stalls there mostly served the lunchtime office crowd.
That night, there were only 3 other couples near us and besides the Mamak stall, there was a stall selling drinks. There were two Indian helpers working at the Mamak stall. One is a skinny guy who takes the orders and runs the cashier while the other is a fat, burly man who does the cooking at the back.
The skinny guy, let’s call him Sami, approached us and wanted to take our order. I ordered 2 canai(prata) kosong while wifey ordered a Maggi goreng. I saw Sami looking intently at wifey, but didn’t give much thought. We also ordered drinks.
While waiting for our food to come, wifey kept talking about the LV bag and kept bugging me to buy it. We drifted to another topic but she kept inserting the topic of the bag as and when. Also, as it was slightly humid, wifey took off her hat and her street style jacket. Inside, she was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, which was tight and revealed her buxom figure. I didn’t think much about it again, but it’s only when Sami delivered the food to us, did I remember that we were in JB.
Sami’s eyes were fixed on wifey’s boobs and started talking like a chee ko pek. Still, we focused on our food and wife was eating and talking about the bag.
In the corner of my eye, I saw Sami had called out his big burly cook, let’s call him Bala, who had come out and stood next to Sami as he pointed out to my wife and looking sly. Bala was a fat man and he was sweating from all the cooking.
As we were finishing up our food, the two men were beginning to pack up the stall. Me and wifey were still talking about random things when Sami came over and said that he wanted to collect the plates. Bala then came over and spoke in his broken malay and English.
“Eh you two come here first time?” He said.
‘Eh yes yes. First time come here”. I replied in mix Malay and English.
“Oh I see. This one your daughter ah?” Bala asked.
Wifey was about to say ‘No’ when I interrupted and said, “Yes yes. This my daughter”
“Ohhhh. She very pretty lah. How old are you?” Bala asked.
“She’s 23.” I said, knowing my wife can pass off that age.
“Ohhh. Must be careful ah, wear like that. Dangerous.” Bala said. “What your name?” He asked wifey.
“Maria.” She said.
“What you doing?” He asked.
“She studying now. Marketing.” I interjected.
“Ohhh. You like my food?” He asked.
“Yes. It is good.” Wifey answered. After that we just exchanged a couple more pleasantries, as I looked at Bala’s apparent attraction to wifey. Up close, Bala has a lot of tattoos on his arms and legs. As he had been cooking the entire night, he was sweating and was stinking up.
As it was getting late, we excused ourselves and went off. In the car on the drive back, something came to mind.
“Dear, you kept asking me about the LV bag right?” I said.
“Are you going to buy for me?” Wifey asked gleefully.
“Yes. But not so simple.” I said. “You have to work for the bag.” Wifey looked at me. “So what do I have to do?” Wifey changed her tone to abit CFM type, thinking its just going to be a straight forward BJ or sex.
“You remember Bala the prata seller just now?” I smiled.
“No! No! No way!” She said.
“Yes dear. And I haven’t finished.” I said.
“What else?” She said.
“Must have evidence” I said.
“Like recording?” She asked.
“Ya lah. If not how I know you got fulfilled or not.”
“You’re too much leh.” She crossed her arms.
“Eh, your LV bag not cheap hor.” I replied. “Up to you lor. My request simple only.”
Wifey kept quiet.
“Plus I’m pretty sure he will fuck you hard one. He sure damn big one.”
Wifey kept quiet. “So if I fuck him and record, you will buy me the specific LV bag?” Wifey finally asked.
“Yup”. I said, on impulse.
“Is that all?” she asked.
“and must act like you’re really a schoolgirl.” I added.
“Hmmmph… I see how” Wifey kept quiet again.