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koebshaq0_0
Nice job, TS. Please continue when you have time. ^^
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haozboiboi
oh bro, I feel for you. please continue sharing.
Thanks bro. This marks the start of a very difficult period for me … Read on …
It’s never easy to go through a divorce. A failed marriage is already bad enough, having to go through the legal procedures, accusations, negotiations on marital assets, moving out to a new place, dealing with friends and relatives’ views etc just makes it all the more difficult and trying.
I decided it would be best that I don’t make any advancement on Kelly, as I thought she needed me as a friend more than a lover at that time. I tried my best to provide moral support and a listening ear when she needed to ventilate. There were many times when she cried and I just held her close to console her.
“To tell you the truth, Michael, I’m scared” she told me one day.
“Scared of what?”
“Of the future … I’ve already given 10 years of my prime to him … I don’t know what will happen next … I’m not prepared for it …” her voice started to quiver and she started to tear.
“I’m sure you’ll be ok … you’re still young …”
“I’m not young anymore leh … I mean who would still want me at this age?!”
“Trust me … I dare to speak for 90% of the men out there … The moment you make yourself available, there will be no shortage of guys queuing up for you …”
She slapped me on my arm “Idiot … You’re just teasing me …”
“No, I’m serious … honest … not kidding …” In fact, I was speaking for myself. “If I’m not married, I’ll be the first one in the queue.”
She finally smiled “You’re so sweet, Michael.”
I still secretly harboured hopes that one day I can make her my FB.
Ever since she started the divorce proceedings, I noticed a significant change in her and she seemed to have become a different person. She started dressing younger and more sexily in office. She highlighted her hair and curled it into a body wave perm, which made her look sultrier. Perhaps due to the lack of rest and proper meals, she also slimmed down a lot. Other lady colleagues noticed and complimented her that she looks younger and even prettier before. Needless to say, the guys ogled her even more now.
She also started hanging out more with some of her girl-friends (I can’t be with her all the time due to family commitments). She would frequent pubs and clubs with them, drinking and dancing into the wee hours of the night. I would know when she’s going to party by her dressing and her make up that day. It pains me to see her in this state, but I knew it was a form of escape for her. I can only advise her to be careful not to be taken advantage of, since she’s emotionally vulnerable at this stage. She’d come to office with bloodshot eyes the following day, but yet “happily” telling me about how the “cute guys” tried to pick her up. This is not surprising given that she’s a hot babe. I secretly prayed that she wouldn’t fuck any of them and that this was just a phase that she needed to get over.
Whenever I heard Jeff Chang’s song
on the radio, my heart would weep …
我再也不愿见你在深夜里买醉
不愿别的男人见识你的妩媚
你该知道这样会让我心碎
答应我你从此不在深夜里徘徊
不要轻易尝试放纵的滋味
你可知道这样会让我心碎
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sbn776y
Nice song… Brings back memories for me too.
The song described exactly how I felt that that point, and it’s still painful thinking back …
Alas, the inevitable happened. I was awake at 4am one Saturday morning and saw that Kelly was still online on her Whatsapp. So I texted her.
Me: Can’t sleep?
Kelly: I haven’t slept all night actually … : P
Me: Party until now ah?
Kelly: Not exactly …
Me: Huh? What happened?
Kelly: You remember the cute guy I told you about? …
Me: Which one? You got so many …
Kelly: Idiot la … The one I met at ######## …
Me: Oh … that one … and??
Kelly: Well, I just left his place … Hee … ; )
My heart sank and a strange mix of emotions started to swirl in my chest.
Me: You had sex ah?
Kelly: Hee hee … so clever … Ya … feels like I lost my virginity all over again … : P
Me: OMG!!!!!!!!!
Kelly: Shit … why am I telling you this?! … I must still be drunk … Haha
My mind was a blank now. I don’t know how to react to this. I was jealous - utterly jealous!! Kelly had told me a couple of weeks back that she met this “cute guy” while partying, and that he had asked for her number. She subsequently went for dinner with him and they kissed on their first date. I was already feeling sour that some guy managed to get intimate with her. The previous night was their second date and she ended up on his bed. I almost tore my heart out on hearing that.
Kelly later hooked up with two other guys (one of them a Caucasian) and she had ONS with them on their first dates. She even gushed about how the Caucasian guy had a fantastic physique and that he was well hung. She had three intense orgasms consecutively with him in one session (something that she had never experienced before). In fact, Kelly went on to meet the guy again for a second date. This time, she shared with me something that I would have never expected.
“How was your date?” I was curious.
She looked sheepish “Good …”
“Good? … that’s all?”
She laughed “What do you want to know? … Ya la, ya la … We had sex again … Is that what you expect to hear?”
Damned! Shit! I asked for it lor. I slapped myself mentally, but still acted cool.
“He’s that good ah?”
“What kind of question is that?!” she stuck out her tongue at me. “But hor … can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Have you done anal before?”
“OH MY GOD! YOU MEAN YOU DID?!?!” I exclaimed in disbelief.
“SSSHHHHHH!!! … You want the whole world to know huh …”
I was in shock. Not knowing what else to say, I just gestured for her to go on.
“Shit … Can’t believe I’m telling you this … We fucked one round already, but he was hard again after that and he wanted another go. So I said ok. But he said he had run out of condoms.”
“That’s a pretty lame excuse” I interrupted.
“I dunno … I offered to blow him, but he suggested anal instead. I’ve never tried it before, so I just let him do it I guess.”
I had this very mixed feeling of envy (of the guy), jealousy (also of the guy) and being turned-on (by the mental image of Kelly sticking her butt in the air and letting some guy poke her ass!) I’m upset, but at the same time I’m having a hard-on in my pants!! What is this?! I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I didn’t know how to handle this kind of mixed emotions …
“Pain or not?”
“Of course pain la!! Felt like my ass was split in two … but do it slowly lor … he put a lot of lubricant … and he used his fingers before finally putting it in …”
“Was it nice for you? Like did you cum?”
“Hmm … How should I put this … I think it is something more for the guy’s enjoyment ba …”
“He came inside your ass?”
She nodded, looking very sheepish “Actually, that’s what I wanted to ask you … is it safe or not huh? … I know I won’t get pregnant … but I scared I get some disease leh …”
“Now then you think of this. A bit late right? … Any unprotected sex is not safe la …” I was almost reprimanding her.
“I know …” She plonked her chin in her hands, resigned to the situation.
I could only sigh and I felt like I’m the No. 1 Biggest Loser in the World!!
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kaicai
Up you bro! Keep it up!
Thanks for the points. Appreciate it.
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GeMiNiZzzzZzz
I like this thread..so surreal
Thanks bro … I also wish that all this was just a bad dream …
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getitdone
steamy story.. keep it coming…
Posting the next installment soon …
I kept up my appearance in front of Kelly and she didn’t realise all these were upsetting me. I felt deeply hurt and I had all these weird emotions that I was not used to handling. She’s no longer the Kelly that I used to know. Why has she become so promiscuous? It seems any decent looking guy can get to fuck her - even her ass!! And since she is now so open to fuck any guy she meets, then why not me?! I know my reasoning is warped and I was being irrational, but I was already out of my mind. My heart alternated between being upset with Kelly and being angry with myself for letting my emotions get the better of me. I tried to contain my feelings but it was too much to bear. My fantasy world had totally collapsed and my real world crumbled along with it. I was devastated. I became depressed, not able to snap myself out of it.
Sue thought I was having a difficult time at work and even suggested that I look for alternatives if the work stress got too much. I did seriously contemplate this option, as it has become too painful for me to continue seeing Kelly like that.
One day, I asked Kelly out for a long talk and told her how I felt about her, and what I was going through. She said she had long suspected that I liked her, but she would prefer to have me as a close friend, rather than to let romance or sex taint the friendship. She said she love the fact that she could talk to me about anything in the world without fear of being judged, and she wanted to keep it that way. This was major blow to me and I got even more “emo”.
Perhaps it’s my ego, or perhaps I was just in too deep. Despite Kelly making it clear to me that she wanted nothing more than friendship with me, I still craved for her attention. I still looked forward to every opportunity with her. By now, she has gotten in to a routine of partying late into the nights and she would sometimes ask me to go, especially if her girl-friends couldn’t accompany her. On one of such occasions, I gave in to temptation and agreed to go. Perhaps I really just wanted to be with Kelly.
I told Sue that I’d be out with some of my guy friends for supper and told her not to wait up for me. I drove to pick her up (she had moved out to stay with a friend by then). My heart skipped a beat when I saw her. She was wearing a white tube top and a very short denim skirt that barely covered her crotch. She wore her “party” make-up with coloured contact lenses and she looked like a she stepped out of a horny guy’s fantasy.
I stepped out and opened the door like a gentleman. I couldn’t’ resist looking as she sat into the car. Her short skirt was hiked up as she spread her legs to get in and I caught a glimpse of her white panties. I also had a down-blouse view of her tube top, which she had revealed a generous amount of cleavage. Oh my gawd!! I almost hyper-ventilated.
“You wear like that … if I die of nose bleeding, how? … 杀人要偿命叻…” I said as I started to drive off.
She laughed “Not so serious ba …”
“Do you always dress like that when you’re partying? … I’m worried, you know …”
“No la … only when I’m safe with company … like you …” she giggled.
We went to Clarke Quay, her favourite haunt. From how the bouncers all seem to know her, it’s apparent that she was a regular (I wasn’t surprised as she’s a babe afterall). We chatted over some drinks at first, and later went down to the dance floor to dance. This was when I started to get a strange feeling about us. It seemed that the more I tried to get close to Kelly the more distant she felt from me. Even as I tried to hug her as we danced and to get physically close to her, the feeling of her trying to push away got stronger. I don’t know how to explain this feeling properly in words, but I could feel it. Instead of enjoying a night with Kelly, I was overwhelmed with feelings of sadness and guilt by the end of the night. It felt like I was betraying her trust and I was destroying our friendship. I felt disgusted with myself and my behaviour. After I sent her home in the wee hours of that morning, I cried my heart out alone in my car. I’m not the sort guy to shed tears, but this time I really did. Perhaps I’ve finally come to realise that it’s time to let go of Kelly … I told myself it’s time to move on.
Just to share another song here … another one that touched my heart deeply -
sang by 郁可唯 …
好朋友只是朋友 还是朋友 不能够占有
好朋友疯狂以后 就一个人走 无所求
好朋友只是朋友 只能保留 一点点温柔
我知道什么时候回头 不打扰你的自由
After that night, Kelly and I seemed have to back off from each other. I guess we both needed some space. I’ve learnt the hard way that I should never have fallen for my best friend … 从无话不说变成无话可说是可悲的 …
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Really great wow hats off bro
Thanks for the support bro.
I tried various ways to take my mind off Kelly - re-starting my exercise regime, reconnecting with old friends, taking up golf etc - just to distract my mind. I even signed up for AFF and spent $300 on a Gold Membership to see if I could hook up with someone for ONS or better still if I could find a fuck buddy.
I was upfront with my AFF profile, indicating that I’m married. I was reluctant to put up a profile pic, but I described myself as an above average, decent looking guy, looking for a NSA relationship. There were many local ladies on AFF - in fact many were married - but I soon realised that many of them were either looking for Caucasians or for single men to fuck. I sent out several messages but got few replies. My inbox was mainly spams - girls who just wanted me to visit their porn site.
Despite the failures, I did manage to meet one lady, Pam, from AFF. She responded to my email and we chatted with each other over MSN. She’s married and a mother of two. She told me that she’s always been a horny girl and simply couldn’t get enough. She got even hornier after the kids came and her hubby couldn’t keep up. She wants it every day if she could and she even boasted that her hubby never had to jerk himself off ever since he was with her, as she would satisfy him anytime he wanted. And she meant it literally when she said anytime - even if the kids are awake, she’d leave them with her maid and lock themselves in the room to fuck her hubby’s brains out! She’s most horny after her period simply because she couldn’t have sex for a week. She even told me that she got a fuck buddy before by chance. Apparently, this guy was so thick and long that she couldn’t wrap her hand completely around his shaft and she couldn’t swallow half his dick (don’t know if she was exaggerating). She added that when he fucked her, she could feel her pussy really stretched (and that was after giving birth to two) and she couldn’t get enough of his monster dick. She’d be at his beck and call literally - anytime he messaged her to meet, and she would find herself wet between her legs in anticipation. He was the best fuck she ever had, but unfortunately the lustful relationship only lasted a couple of months. I was quite amazed at all these, as Sue was the total opposite.
After a few days of chatting online, we decided to meet. Perhaps it was our first meeting or perhaps I wasn’t physically attracted to her, there wasn’t much chemistry between us during dinner. We couldn’t chat as freely as we did over MSN. I also realised that she’s a heavy smoker (she said the only time doesn’t smoke is when her kids are around). Now, I have nothing against smokers. It’s just that I don’t smoke at all, and most of my friends are non-smokers. I was probably just not used to it. I drove us to a MSCP near her place after dinner (In fact, Pam gave me directions to the place!) and we started to make out in the car. She allowed me to pull off her panties and I went south. I was pleasantly surprised that she was smooth as a baby.
“Brazilian?” I asked and she nodded “Nice”
I liked what I saw and I eagerly dived in to have a taste. Her smooth pussy felt amazing, but what I didn’t expect was her cunt juice had a strong smell of nicotine (I’m not kidding, it really did!) Not wanting seem like a wimp, I soldiered on and continued to paint her. She wasn’t shy to moan loudly like a Japanese AV girl, which was quite a turn on. I stuck two fingers into her pussy and fingered her fast and furious. She just squirmed and moaned, running her fingers through my hair and pressing my head down hard between her legs. I almost suffocated.
Finally, as I came up for air, she said “I can’t cum like that”
“So you want?” I took out a condom from my pocket.
Pam nodded and smiled.
“You’ll have to do something for me first though.” I kicked my pants off and sat back.
She understood what I meant and started licking the shaft of my bro, teasing my dickhead, before engulfing it into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down my rod fervently and she could give one hell of a blowjob, vibrating her tongue on my frenulum like a vibrator. She’s also the only girl who ever did deep-throating on me, and she could press her lips all the way down to the base of my shaft. Wow! I thought the “monster dick” guy must have trained her well.
“Damn … This feels so good … Can I cum in your mouth?!”
She waved a finger, signalling no way “Don’t you dare leave me high and dry …”
With that she got up, sat back and spread her wide legs as an open invitation for me …
I promptly capped myself and shoved my bro into her.
“Ahh … so rough …” she purred
“Sorry … I shouldn’t have … "
“No … I like it rough …” she said with a lustful look.
Her hands were on my butt nudging me as I rammed her hard. She squirmed beneath me, but I pinned her down with my body, biting on her ear lobe.
“Ahh … harder …” she continued to nudge me to go faster.
Loud sounds of flesh slapping filled the car. Pam kept moaning, almost screaming literally. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, as she gyrated her hips in sync with my humping. Fucking at this kind of pace and given the stimulating blowjob earlier, I wasn’t able to sustain very long and I probably lasted less than 5 minutes. I soon reached my climax and started to unload. I still tried to keep up the pumping, until I couldn’t go on anymore.
“Sorry … I came too fast …” I apologised.
“It’s ok … I still enjoyed it … especially when you were painting me just now … Mmmmm …” she smiled and stroked my cheek lovingly with her palm.
When I pulled out of her, there were already some cum leaking from the base of the condom. Oops, I hoped there wouldn’t be any accident due to this. I quickly tied the condom, wrapping it up in a piece of tissue, and handed her a tissue to clean herself. We got dressed and tidied ourselves up before I sent her back.
“Do you think I’m too easy?” Pam asked unexpectedly as I drove her back.
“No … don’t say that …”
“Ok … I had a good time … I hope you did too …” she reached over and squeezed my bro as I drove.
“Yes, I did … must thank you for a wonderful evening”
She chuckled and directed me to drop her at a bus stop near her place. She pecked me on my cheek before stepping out of the car and waved goodbye.
As I drove back, I wound down my car window to dispel any lingering fragrance / smell in the car. As the cool evening air blew on my face, I reflected on the evening. Although such rendezvous was thrilling, but somehow I didn’t fee good about what I had done. I’m not sure if it’s because deep down I knew I shouldn’t get involved with another man’s wife.
Pam and I continued to chat over MSN for the next couple of weeks, but we didn’t meet up since and our interest in each other waned over time. Perhaps I couldn’t satisfy her like her previous FB or perhaps she has found another guy on AFF. In any case, it was fine with me.
My subsequent attempts on AFF were not very fruitful. Most ladies kept away after knowing that I’m married. I believe their main concern is to avoid unnecessary complications and I also wouldn’t be able to spend time with them freely. But one lady I chatted with pointed out something correctly - my biggest disadvantage of being married is not having a place of my own (i.e. alone). Going to budget hotels would be risk being traced (IDs required) and doing it in the car is not the most uncomfortable option. I must agree that the ideal place for a romp is in the comfort of someone’s home where both can peace of mind and be totally relaxed and uninhibited.
No wonder the expats get all the girls! Sigh …
Just realised that I got 1 power now … Will start returning favours (1 humble point) to bros who have given me points earlier, as a token of thanks …