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Very nice story to read…hope TS cont soon…
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lim07
This is very interesting please write more! :P
Thanks Bros.
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koebshaq0_0
Hi TS,
Nice story, please continue when you have time.
It has been a long time since I last pen mine. Sigh…..
Cheers,
koebshaq0_0
Do start writing and share with us, bro koebshaq.
For me, I’m in sort of a reflective mood now. A few pretty dramatic things happened to me recently (I’ll come to that later), which prompted me to think about the things I’ve done. As I can’t just talk to anyone about these kind of stuff, I started writing them down and decided to post them here as an outlet.
I’m still writing and posting them in installments as I go along.
Thanks for reading and I hope I don’t bore you guys my long-winded blabber … Next installment coming up …
I slipped a second finger inside her. She moaned into my mouth as we kissed, and she started gyrating her hips in sync with my fingers. She was getting hot and really wet. Clothes went flying and we were both naked on the bed in no time. I placed a towel below her butt, capped a condom on my bro and moved in between her legs.
“I’m a bit scared, dear” she whined.
“Don’t be. I’ll be very gentle.” I aimed my bro at her wet opening and started to push slowly. She tensed up, her legs tried to push my body away.
“Relax” I reassured her.
She did after a while and I resumed pushing. As I felt her pussy beginning to relax a bit, I started moving my hips, pushing my bro in a bit more with each stroke. She clawed her nails on my back, as I sank my dick inch by inch into her. She let out a loud moan when I finally sunk the whole length of my bro deep inside her. She felt so soft and warm inside.
“Pain?” She nodded. Biting her lips and her eyes closed.
“It’ll be ok in a while” I started rocking my hips again slowly, which elicited more lustful moans from her. I covered her mouth with mine, as my room window was along the corridor and I didn’t want my neighbours to hear. Soon, she was nudging me to go faster. I wasn’t sure if she came that day, but I didn’t last too long.
“How do you feel?” I asked her.
“It’s painful at first …” she blushed and replied coyly “but at the end it’s very nice …”
I laughed “I promise it’ll be even better next time”
“Ha … what makes you think I’ll let you … " she stuck out her tongue in her cute girly way.
I had wanted another round before sending her home that day, but she said she felt sore down there. So I let her be as I knew I would have all the fun I wanted on the upcoming trip. That day was especially memorable for us as it marks the lost her virginity to me!
Later, she told me she felt as if she couldn’t walk properly for the next couple of days. Oops.
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We were both excited about our first trip together. Again, she was out to seduce me and she was dressed to kill. She wore a white tube dress. Apart from the elastic material that was stretched across her boobs (which squeezed out a generous amount of cleavage), the short dress was so thin that her white G-string was clearly visible through the material. I wondered how her mom could have let her out of the house wearing that! I could feel the gaze of all the guys at the Cruise Centre burning on her ass. Her arms were wrapped tightly around mine and I could feel her braless boobs pressed against my arm.
We didn’t waste any time and headed straight for our cabin once we boarded. She was pleased that I had booked a cabin with a pothole, which she eagerly looked out to see the view. I cozied up behind her and my hands started roaming all over her body. She protested weakly but didn’t make any attempt to move away or to stop me as I pulled up the hem of her dress and slipped my hand under it. Her G-string soon found the floor. Her elbows were perched against the window and her ass pushed back against me, with her dress bunched up at her waist. I began sliding my fingers along her slit and circling her clit the way I knew she liked. She moaned and twitched with every touch. I recall she already had one round of orgasm from my fingering even before the ship even left the dock. As the ship sailed out of the straits, we proceeded to explore the ship, conveniently forgetting to put her G-string back on. She didn’t seem to mind going commando.
After this, we hardly left the cabin other than for meals. In the full privacy of the cabin, she was free of all inhibitions. We were practically naked all the time in the cabin. She was also introduced to the art of oral sex. We had finished our bath together and we continued to cuddle and kiss on the bed. I got down between her legs and spread them open.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I want to see your pussy”
“Mmm … So weird … I shy la …” she tried to close her legs, but I spread them even wider.
I took my time to look at her cute little pussy, her clit was already swollen and protruding. Her pinkish flesh was moist with her cunt juice. I then moved in on the pretext of taking a closer look, but then stuck out my tongue to lick her clit.
“Ahh …” she got a shock and squirmed. “Dear … no… dirty … " She tried to cover her pussy with her hands and close her legs, but I held her wrists and pushed her legs wider apart. I continued licking slowly and gently, flicking on her clit. With her back against the wall, she had no way of escaping.
“Dear please … Mmm … No … Ahh …” She bit her lips and shut her eyes tight. Her body twitched with every flick of my tongue “Mmm … Oh my … Ohh … "
When I took a breather to rest my tongue, I saw a stream of clear, sticky cunt juice flowing down from her hole forming a wet patch on the bed sheet.
“Nice?”
“You’re very naughty” she pouted.
“You haven’t answered my question … Nice?”
“No … not nice …” she said with a cheeky look.
“Sounds like a yes to me … and I’m not done yet” She yelped as I dived in again.
“Ahh … Dear … Ahh … naughty boy … Mmmmmmmmmm …” She squirmed.
This time I was practically attacking her clit with my tongue, and this time she held her legs wide open for me with her own hands. I no longer need to hold her wrists. After a while, her body started to stiffen and she lifted butt off the bed uncontrollably. But I latched on and continued the assault. Moments later, her body broke into a vigorous spasm and she collapsed back onto the bed.
That was when I slowed down and just continued to lick the area around her pussy, avoiding her over-sensitive clit. “Ahhhh …” she moaned again “Dear, you’re torturing me … what have I done to deserve this …”
“For being the sexiest girlfriend in the world …” I replied in between licks and kisses on her pussy. She was purring like a cat again.
After calming down, she got up and kissed me deeply “Now, its your turn!!”
She pushed me down onto the bed and straight away put my dick into her mouth, like the images she saw on the internet. She didn’t know how to give a proper blowjob at first and she thought sucking a dick was literally sucking on it like a straw!! It was a strange feeling, as if my balls were being sucked out.
She soon got the hang of it, after I explained the basic concept, and I was in blowjob heaven. Being really turned on, I felt my climax building in no time. I told her I was cumming and asked her to let me cum in her mouth. She didn’t know what to expect and just did as she was told. She continued to bob her head up and down on my bro until I blasted my load into her mouth. She was taken by surprise the volume of cum that filled her mouth. The taste and texture of the semen was something new to her and she gagged. She couldn’t swallow it, so she rushed to the toilet to spit it out. This wasn’t the most pleasant experience for her and she has never let me CIM again since (sigh … my biggest mistake).
This hiccup aside, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves for this trip. So long as we’re in the cabin, our bodies would be connected in some way, exchanging body fluids of one kind or another. It was basically eat, sex and sleep (repeat) all the way. We continued to fuck even though my balls were completely emptied. She would practice her blowjob skills and she could always get my bro’s attention, followed by a “deep” massage for her pussy. Even if we were not fucking, we’d be touching, cuddling, kissing and petting heavily. It was just so intense. I had bought a pack of 12 condoms along and they were all used up by the end of the 4 day trip.
After that trip, sex became our favourite pass-time and she couldn’t get enough of it. We’d make love at her place or mine, whenever we had the house to ourselves. Even with our parents around, we’d sometimes lock ourselves in the room and try to have sex as quietly as possible, which was a real thrill.
As we don’t always get privacy at home to have sex, we took every opportunity to do it whenever we can. I had booked chalets or hotel stays just to make love. She had also booked a couple spa once as a birthday treat for me. It was done in a private room, which was fitted with an en-suite bathtub. Treatment included a half hour jacuzzi, which we had complete privacy and she gave me a blowjob until I came in the tub. It was the best birthday treat ever!
I guess my point in all these is Sue and I had a fantastic sex life to begin with. Sue was a 100% devoted girlfriend and lover. She’d do the sweetest things and made sure that all my needs were taken care of. In return, she demanded all of my attention and whatever spare time that I had. We had our ups and downs in the relationship and there were even moments when we almost broke up. After 7 years of relationship, we eventually got married.
Ironically, our sex life started to turn south after marriage. Perhaps familiarity breeds contempt. Perhaps we started to take things for granted. Sex became routine. We were also at the stage of our lives where we were both focusing on our careers. As work took up more and more of our time and energy, we had less for each other. Thinking back, perhaps this was the period when cracks started to appear in our marriage.
Things got worse after the kids came. The two pregnancies took a toll on Sue’s body. Sex became unenjoyable for her as she couldn’t get wet easily anymore and it became more difficult to get her turned on, as caring for the children took top priority in her life and occupied her mind most of the time. She has transformed from 100% lover to a 100% mother. This is totally understandable, as children are very dependent at that young age and the maternal instincts are insurmountable. In fact, I was a hands-on dad as well and I did my part to take care of the kids (waking up for night feeds, repeated diaper changes, coaxing colic kids to sleep etc). She never had any complaints about me not helping out with the kids, but we did have major differences in opinion on how the kids should be cared for. In my view, she was overly protective over the kids, and to her, I was too careless or pushing the kids too much. She also doesn’t trust the kids in anyone’s care except ourselves and we didn’t really have any reliable help to begin with. It is especially bad when the kids fall sick, which adds to the stress and tension. Her maternal instincts goes into overdrive and would use every means within her powers to make sure that the kids are not suffering from any discomfort, to the extent that is overdoing it. She also overindulges the kids, only to complain later that she can’t control them (duh?!). We had several major arguments over such trivial issues, usually ending up with me giving up the fight and letting her be, as I saw no point in arguing. This tension between us continued till this day.
Sue’s physical problems coupled with emotional baggage between us resulted in very little intimacy and sex since the kids were born. It was also difficult to set aside couple time for ourselves as we had to work our time around the kids’ schedules. The little pockets of time available were only enough for quickies - an idea that she rejected as she felt quickies were not enjoyable for her. Furthermore, she was often too tired out by kids that she was hardly in the mood. Even if we made arrangements for someone to babysit for us while we “get-away” for a dinner date, her mind would be constantly on the kids so much so that she would want to quickly get home to make sure that they don’t get into any trouble.
So all the stars would have to be aligned before we would have any opportunity to be intimate. More often than not, I would either be faced with rejection or she would just oblige me (which sucks big time). Even then, she couldn’t do doggy or from the back anymore, as apparently it hurts (when it never did in the past. I’m not sure what had pregnancy done to her). Her default reply to my request is always “Dear, don’t want la …” and it would turn me off immediately. The rest of the session would often be just going through the motion. So I eventually gave up. Sadly, it got to a point when we even stopped kissing each other altogether.
Now, don’t get me wrong, cos I love my kids and I enjoyed watching them grow up, but sometimes I felt that our differences in handling them, resulting in friction and tension, were taking a toll on our marriage. When we tried talking about the issue, one of us would usually end up being offended or become defensive. Thinking back, this was probably the most difficult period of my life so far. Sometimes, I would wonder if we have stopped loving each other and perhaps we’re just holding on for the kids’ sake. It’s so ironic.
This was also when I started to look to other avenues for affection and sexual gratification …
“Hey … you ok? …”
I was startled from my thoughts. I looked up and was greeted by a pretty face that matched the sweet voice.
Kelly is a colleague and a good friend. To be more precise, she was my bosom buddy and confidant in office. She’s in the marketing department and I was doing project management. She bore some resemblance to the Hong Kong singer
Kelly Chen (陈慧琳)
and to me she’s simply gorgeous (9/10!!). Her beauty was also well acclaimed among colleagues and she was often chosen to model for photos in our publicity materials and annual reports. Being in marketing, she always dressed and looked her best in office. I would always love to see her in tight pencil skirts that hugged her hips. Her legs seem to run forever up her skirt. The way her perky butt swayed as she walked down the corridor or up the stairs could make any guy drool. Although she’s probably not the bustiest lady in office, but she had enough for a decent cleavage to show whenever she wore a low-cut top.
As my project team was located on the marketing floor (due to office space constraint), we had opportunities to bump into each other along corridors or at the pantry. It felt like I had struck lottery when the two of us were put together to work on a project (to do some feasibility studies), which included a trip to Hong Kong together for market research, just the two of us. Although the trip was non-scandalous and uneventful, we got to know each other better from there and became friends.
Since the trip, we often worked late in office together. Over time (and packed lunches / dinners), we started talking about other thing apart from the project, like bitching about bosses, trading gossips about other colleagues. Gradually, we started opening up more to each other and talked about personal stuff like our family / relationship problems and even some really private information (like her choice of underwear!). Kelly was married, but no kids. She revealed that her husband was very busy and travelled a lot. Even when he’s not travelling he’d be out on business engagements and entertaining his clients. So naturally she felt lonely, which is explained why she’d rather stay late in office to work. Her hubby used work as a pretext for visiting KTVs and nightclubs, but she had a good idea of what goes on in those places.
“As long as he still remembers to come home” she said to me once, resigned to the situation.
We could empathize with each other (e.g. our lack of affection and sex) and we continued to be regular lunch partners and to keep each other company, even after the project concluded. In fact, some colleagues began viewing us as “work spouses” when the term was in vogue. We just laugh about it, brushing it aside as a joke. Although I found her attractive, our relationship was really quite platonic.
One incident began to change all that.
It happened when we were taking the MRT home together (I don’t always drive to work, depending on whether my wife needs the car more). The station was exceptionally crowded that day, due to train delays. We had no choice but to squeeze into the train with the crowd. Both of us were packed in like sardines by the people who tried to push themselves into the carriage after us. My body was pressed hard against hers, my chest against the side of her arm and my crotch against her hip. I was intoxicated by her fragrance -
Bvlgari Pour Femme
(this fragrance is forever etched in my mind and it always reminds me of Kelly). Naturally, a hard on developed in my pants. I couldn’t move away to hid my reaction, and I didn’t wish to even if I could. My stiff rod pressed harder onto her hip with every jerk of the train’s movement. She crossed her arms to protect her chest and there’s nothing for her to hold on to. To help steady her, I put my arms around the small of her back, just above her hips. She didn’t look like she mind or was offended. We were so close physically at that point that it felt like we were lovers! My heart was thumping madly and she might have sensed it.
We maintained this position until passengers began to alight and there were more space in the carriage. I wished it could have been longer. From then, we just talked as usual for the rest of the trip. Later that night, she texted me on Whatsapp:
Kelly: Just now you horny ah?
Me: Why do you say that?
Kelly: I felt something in the train …
Me: I don’t get it …
Kelly: Something hard la … down there ;-)
Me: Oh … Oops. Sorry.
Kelly: Haha. It’s ok … So were you horny?
Me: With a beauty so close to me, it’s only natural ; )
Kelly: Haha … Thanks …
Me: Does it bother you?
Kelly: Nope … It made me horny too … *shy*
Me: Oh man … you just made me hard again
Kelly: Hahahahaha
Me: Can I be of help? Hee hee … ; )
Kelly: You married man la … cannot
Me: You mean if I’m single can?
Kelly: Idiot … don’t want to talk to you liao
Me: LOL … ok la … sorry … go seduce your hubby for sex lor …
Kelly: He’s out again tonight … : (
Me: I’m not any better than you lor … she’s sleeping with the kids …
Kelly: Poor boy … Go play with yourself ba …
Me: How about you?
Kelly: Maybe … Hee hee …
Me: We can do it together? … ;-)
Kelly: How to??!! … so shy …
Me: Just teasing you la … who do you think of when you play with yourself?
Kelly: Hmm … don’t tell you
Me: Why why? … share la …
Kelly: Some things cannot share la … you leh? … Who’s your fantasy girl?
Me: You lor …
Kelly: Idiot … I guessed you’d say that … don’t talk to you liao … ;-P
Me: Hahaha …
From then, we would often flirt and tease each other. To her, it was probably just harmless flirting and fun. But for me, this was when I began fantasizing about her - romantically and sexually.
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haha nice one bro! Can’t wait for this kelly series! XD
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Nice
Thanks bros… I was tied up for the past two days… Will post the next installment soon
I recall I even had a wet dream of Kelly once. The dream was quite abrupt (i.e. no head no tail type) and it went something like this. We were alone in a hotel room setting, hugging and kissing each other standing. She was just wearing a men’s shirt - white, unbuttoned - nothing else. The curves of her boobs and the dark triangular patch of pubic hair were clearly visible in the gap. I was fully naked in the dream and she was just gently and slowly stroking my bro. Her hands felt so tender, her lips soft and moist. Neither of us spoke, but it felt really romantic and erotic. Then just as abruptly as it started, I woke up from the dream. Darn! … Ok, it wasn’t exactly a wet dream (as in I didn’t cum in my shorts), but it was close.
I don’t know what came over me, but I told Kelly about it the next day.
“I dreamt of you last night”
“Really? … What about?”
“Don’t be angry ah … " I said and she nodded. “… it’s a wet dream …”
“OH MY GOD! …” she blushed “… can’t believe you’re telling me this!”
“You said you won’t be angry one hor …”
“No, I’m not … just surprised … so what did ‘we’ do in the dream? … Juicy nor not?” she chirped, getting all excited and curious about it.
I went on to describe the dream - pretty much along the lines that I wrote above.
“Lucky you didn’t call out my name in your dream …” she joked.
“It wouldn’t have mattered … Sue wasn’t with me …”
“Orrrh … wife don’t sleep with you, so you look for me in your dreams … very naughty hor …” she said, half in jest, waving an accusing finger at me.
“So will you keep me company in my dreams?”
“Hmm … dreams only mah … no lost for me …” she replied and we just laughed the whole matter off as a joke. Secretly, I wished my dream would turn into reality one day.
I knew it’s probably not right to fantasize about my best friend, but I couldn’t help it. Furthermore, I figured it would be impossible for us to have any intimate relationship as both of us were married, and we had both indicated that, despite our marriage problems, we were not inclined to divorce. So I was quite happy to live in my fantasy world where Kelly would be my fuck buddy. In that world, we would make passionate love to each other and escape our troubles and our family problems together.
I thought I was mature enough to handle it and to be able to separate reality from fantasy. But I soon learnt the hard way that the fantasy world can have an impact on reality as well …
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Great story. upped .
Thanks bros for reading and for the points.
It was our company’s annual D&D, held in an upscale hotel. The theme of the event was some ethnic cultural stuff and we were required to dress up in ethnic costumes from various eras. I was asked to dress in a traditional Chinese robe (think Wong Fei Hong). Kelly managed to borrow a nyonya kebaya from a friend.
On the day of the event, I offered Kelly a lift and drove to pick her up from her place. Again, she looked alluring wearing a loose spaghetti-strap top that showed off her creamy white chest, and a pair of casual khaki shorts and 3-inch heels, which accentuated her slim legs. Damn, she looks hot in anything, I thought.
She wasn’t wearing any stockings, but her legs still looked smooth as silk. The low neckline flaunted the cleavage formed between her boobs that filled her white coloured bra nicely. Her hair was tied up nicely into a bun, making her neck and shoulders looked really tempting, and the bra straps looked exceptionally sexy on her shoulders that day. There are two parts of a woman’s body that turns me on without fail - (1) long slender legs and (2) the back of a lady’s neck when her hair is tied / bun up. Ooh … groovy!
“Wah … you wear like that how I tahan? …” I quipped.
She laughed “What do you mean? Why need to tahan leh? … You like?”
“Of course!” I must have sounded like a buaya.
“Good” She had a smirk, yet cheeky look on her face. So cute!
We arrived at the hotel early and changed into our costumes in the hotel restrooms. Kelly took some time to change, while I waited for her outside the restroom, looking rather silly standing around at the lobby in my Chinese robe. When Kelly finally came out from the restroom in her pink kebaya, I was stunned for a moment and just stared. The blouse of her nyonya kebaya had very intricate embroideries, and her white bra was visible through the sheer material. The bottom of her kebaya was a thin wrap skirt, which wrapped tightly around her hips. She looked elegant yet alluring in the traditional outfit, as it accentuated her figure.
Kelly appeared shy as she approached me. She said “Shit. I didn’t realise that the kebaya is so thin. Can see my panties la.”
She turned around to let me see. Indeed, the skirt was very thin and I could see her sexy white thongs quite clearly. I had a hard on again in my pants (she never fails to turn me on!). Since this is a company function, she was quite self-conscious about it.
“Never mind la … can see your bra also what”
She blushed “Bra different mah … kebaya is like that one … but panties a bit too much right?”
“Well, one way is not to wear. Nobody would know … Erm … except me …” I said, tongue in cheek.
“Idiot la, you!” she slapped my shoulder hard for the absurd suggestion. But after giving it some thought, she saw no better alternatives. Kelly went into the restroom again. When she came out again, she did a little spin for me. Sure enough, there was no more VPL. I gave her a “hum sup” look and a knowing smile. She retaliated with a playful slap on my cheek.
“Shh…” she put her finger to her lips, warning me sternly not to say anything about it.
Throughout dinner, Kelly appeared quite comfortable and confident, despite her lack of underwear. I on the other hand was in a constant state of erection, thinking about her bare butt and pussy beneath her kebaya.
The programme for the event was well organised and the staff enjoyed themselves. Wine was practically free-flow and we all probably had one glass too many. Kelly was definitely drinking much more than usual. In fact, I sensed that there’s something was bothering Kelly after she came back from a phone call. When I checked if she’s ok, she would just smile and say she’s fine.
After main dinner concluded, the ball rooms lights were dimmed, replaced with flashing disco lights and loud dance music. This marked the start of the dance segment which would last till late, and all the youngsters and young-at-heart moved to the dance floor in front of the stage.
We hung around as a group with mutual friends and colleagues at first. As the crowd got more rowdy and high, we moved to quieter side of the floor and in the shadows, where no one could really see us. With the deafening music, we had to speak into each other’s ears. I was intoxicated by her fragrance each time I put my mouth to her ear, practically kissing her. Kelly did the same to me and the feeling of her soft lips on my ear sent waves of vibes down to my groin.
Kelly seemed to be in a playful mood, as she danced very close to me. I was pleasantly surprised when she did a little dirty dancing by opening up her wrap skirt and straddled my leg between hers. She gyrated her body to the music and her bare legs rubbed my thigh. I thought I felt her pussy brushing against my pants. Damn! I would have mounted her there if we were alone. I responded and placed my hands on her back. Noting that she didn’t reject, I then slid my hand down to her butt, caressing her ass slowly through the thin skirt as we moved our hips together. Looking back, what we did then was pretty daring and risky. Although we were in the shadows, any one of our colleagues could have come close enough and might have seen us. But at that moment, there was no way I could resist the temptation. In fact, I got bolder and slipped one hand under her skirt. One of her legs was fully exposed at the side away from the crowd, and the slit opened up to the top of her thigh. She allowed my hand to roam up and down her thigh and didn’t resist when I cupped my palm on her bare ass. My heart was beating so hard that it could just stop. OMG! I’m living my fantasy!
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Bro, ur story very steamy!
Me fucking going to camp here for more!
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MagicFingers
Wow, great story! Please keep it going, or coming..
Cheers!
Thanks for the support, bros. I’m just glad that there ppl reading this thread.
Posting the continuation shortly …
I leaned forward, our lips touched briefly and tentatively. It was electrifying. Instincts took over as my hand naturally moved from her bum towards her pussy. But just as my thumb slipped over her thigh and touched her pubic hair, she stopped my hand’s advancement and she pulled away from me abruptly.
“I’m sorry …” I could feel her trembling as she held my hand.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry …” She look away and I felt tears in her voice. “I need to go now …”
I was utterly confused by the sudden turn of events and I wasn’t prepared to let her go in this state.
“I’ll send you back.”
“It’s ok. I need to be alone for a while …”
My heart just sank “I’m sorry if I did anything that I shouldn’t have …”
“No. It’s not you … Don’t worry. I’ll be alright.” She tried to say in a calm voice.
She insisted that I don’t follow her and she left the ballroom. It felt like my heart was dropped from the sky and crushed by a million ton weight.
I left the hotel as well, as I was no longer in the mood to party. I texted her and monitored her status on Whatsapp throughout the night. She didn’t access her phone since the last time we exchanged text. Then I remembered she had told me during the dinner that her phone’s battery was flat. Damn. I was worried sick the whole night and I couldn’t sleep.
The following day was a Sunday. She still didn’t respond to any of my messages till late afternoon when she just simply replied “I’m ok. Don’t worry”. I was relieved, but I still needed answers. Kelly took leave on the following Monday. I was so concerned that I took urgent half day leave as well to be with her. We arranged to meet and had a long talk at Coffee Bean.
To summarise what happened: The phone call on Saturday evening was with her husband. She had called him using a colleague’s phone as her battery was flat, and she just wanted to let him know. Just as she was about to speak, when he picked up the call, she heard a lady’s voice in the background saying something affectionate and intimate to him (she didn’t tell me what she heard exactly and I didn’t want to probe). There was no mistake as she recognised the voice of her husband. She was so shocked that she hung up without saying anything. Kelly confronted her husband the next day and he wasn’t able to spin a good enough story to cover his tracks. He eventually confessed to having a relationship with his PA. In fact, the affair has gone on for more than a year. Kelly then made the difficult decision to divorce.
“Sorry for leading you on that night” she apologised again. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. “Perhaps I was being vengeful. If he can fuck around, so can I … and you were the only one that I felt safe with that night …”
“Then why did you … Erm … back off?”
“I realised that I couldn’t … not with you … I’ll be wrecking your marriage if I did … just like what that bitch did to mine.”
I kept silent as there was no appropriate response for me.
“Plus you are my friend … I don’t wish to lose you …”
“You won’t … no matter what happens, I will always be here for you …” I assured her.
“I know … What will I do without you …” She was starting to tear again.