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I never knew she was married till much later.
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I never knew her real age or name until much later.
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I never intended for anyone to flame anyone else.
Hi all, I’m new, but have been hanging around the forums reading the real-life as well as fictitious accounts of the forummers here.
I remember reading somewhere that someone wrote that writing was some form of release.
I’m not sure how that works, my release comes from my right hand or the hand/mouth/pussy of a willing lady.
But something happened to me some time ago and it’s been weighing on my mind ever since. Perhaps sharing it here will allow me to have that “release”.
As you can see from the title, I had an affair with an older lady, and she was married.
I suppose I’m gonna get flamed for this, but I figured this is an online forum, no one knows who I am anyway, so just bear with me and hear my story.
Maybe I will feel better, maybe I won’t.
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Originally Posted by
EnigmaofSorrow
Wow. He hasn’t even started writing and he gets reprimanded…
This ought to be interesting.
I definitely want to read this as I have had a personal experience with a married lady too…
But seriously TS, I hope you stopped. It’s never good. Especially if your actions caused a marriage to go sour…
Actually bro, yours is one of the stories that I read that made me want to write about my own…
Have I stopped?
I don’t know.
It’s very complicated.
I was freshly out of a long term relationship with my girlfriend. We were together for 8 years, since the last year of my poly. We did talk about marriage but only after I left the army. I was going to leave after my 10 year contract was up, take the lump sum and start a small business with some of my friends
Maybe it was due to the time I spent away from her that we slowly drifted apart. I am in a stay-in unit, so I only got to see her on weekends. Or maybe I was just lazy to travel all the way back home.
So we broke up.
Somehow being single gave me a lot of free time. Although there was not much difference from before. Now I was simply more willing to go out with my campmates, supper, clubbing, the odd trip to Geylang fishtanks.
I never really enioyed clubbing. I don’t know why. But that was how I met the married lady.
It wasn’t actually clubbing, but my friends and I were having a drink at a pub when I went out to smoke. I was supposed to be the designated driver so I did not drink much.
As I was smoking outside, there was this lady sitting on the pavement. She was dressed in office wear, a pantsuit?, with a sleeveless whitish blouse. Her cigarette was extinguishing itself and her handbag was carelessly placed by her side.
I watched her from where I was just in case someone disturbed her. I don’t know why but something attracted me to her. Or maybe I was just too horny.
Her cigarette had already burned out so she took out another one. I recognised the box. It was Marlboro Ice Blast. She dug around for awhile before looking around. She saw me staring at her.
“Hey you. Can I borrow a lighter?”
I was surprised at first.
Her spoken english was impeccable and she spoke with a slight accent, as though she had been educated overseas.
I walked over and passed her my lighter.
“Rough night?”
I don’t know why but I was engaging her in conversation.
“Rough? Nah… just a little stressed out.”
“I’m Mark.”
I extended my hand. She took it. Her hand felt smooth and in the dim light, I could tell her fingers were manicured.
“Ann.”
As I was standing up, I could not help but notice that the neck of her blouse was a little loose and I just stared.
She saw me staring, but didn’t scold me or anything.
“So Mark, what do you do?”
“I’m in the army. Can I buy you a drink?”
I know, that was a damn cheesy pickup line. But I said it anyway.
After our stick, we migrated to the outside of the pub to drink and chat.
My friends wondered where I was so I texted them to say I had picked up a girl. They cursed at me but let me be.
We chatted till almost closing time. I had a few hours left before booking in.
So I offered to send her home.
“It’s late, how are you getting home?”
“Oh, I drove.”
I don’t know why but I felt a bit disappointed. No doubt I had picked up women at pubs before, but they usually didn’t drive, and were more than happy to hitch a ride or share a cab, usually ending up at my place or even theirs. Somehow, this time I got cockblocked by a car.
“And how are you getting home?”
“I was supposed to drive my friends back to camp.”
“Oh.”
“You’re ok to drive?”
“I guess, I didn’t drink that much. Only a couple glasses of wine and the long island tea you bought me.”
“That sounds way over the limit.”
“Then let’s hope I don’t encounter a roadblock.”
“How about I drive you back and I’ll take a cab back to camp?”
“What about your friends?”
“I’m sure they can handle themselves.”
“You’re sure? That’s very sweet of you.”
I merely smiled. I did not have to be this nice. But no way was I letting an inebriated woman drive home by herself. Besides, there would be a chance I could get some action.
“Where do you stay?”
She told me the address. It was a landed property. I didn’t recognise the street name.
“Erm. Any landmarks?”
“You know where Siglap Center is?”
I roughly knew.
“I think so.”
“Just get me to that area and I’ll direct you.”
“Ok.”
We headed to an open air car park near the pub. I texted my friends to tell them to make their own way back but none of them replied.
Ann was walking slightly unsteadily so I put my arm around her waist to steady her. She did not push me away so I continued.
“Damn. Where did I park my car?”
She took out her key from her handbag and fiddled around with it for awhile. I took the key from her.
The insignia indicated Hyundai so I scanned the car park for that extremely common car brand. I gave up and pressed the alarm button instead. I was expecting a Getz or something but to my surprise it was an Avante. It did not seem like a girlish car. And it was black. With what appeared to be a carbon fibre bonnet. I guessed it was probably her boyfriend’s car but I chose not to ask. She was drinking alone after all.
I opened the back door and helped her into the back seat.
“Hey. You’re not my chauffeur, I can sit in front.”
“Ok.”
I opened the front passenger door and she got in, adjusting the seat all the way back, before heading over to the driver side.
“Wow. You drive a manual.”
“You mean you can’t?”
“Haha. I haven’t driven a manual for ages.”
I decided that it was most definitely her boyfriends car.
“Aircon or fresh air?”
“I think I need some fresh air.”
I powered the windows down and drove off.
Ok… I didn’t know there’s a character limit… Here’s the continuation…
***
It took awhile before I got the hang of a manual transmission again but it wasn’t that hard. It’s something you don’t easily forget.
Upon reaching near Siglap Center, I gently nudged her awake.
“Turn left at Siglap Center. Then go straight. Turn into xxxx street.”
Within minutes we arrived at her place.
“Just park by the roadside.”
I silently cursed as I was definitely not getting any action.
“You go to that pub often?”
“Not really. Only now and then.”
“Give me your number. Perhaps we could grab a drink again. Next time I’m buying.”
I was kind of surprised. Usually I was the one asking for numbers. And usually I didn’t as they were one night stands. But I gave her my number anyway.
I killed the engine and got out of the car before helping her out.
“I’m ok. Don’t worry. Don’t you have to get back to camp?”
“Yeah. I’ll walk out and catch a cab.”
“Walk down this street till you hit the end, turn left and there will be a staircase. Go up the staircase and you’ll be on the main road. It’s easier to get a cab.”
“Ok.”
I turned to leave.
“Hey Mark.”
I stopped.
“Yeah?”
Ann pushed a $50 dollar note into my hands.
“For your cab fare.”
I tried to reject.
“It’s too much. And it’s ok. I offered to send you back anyway.”
“You don’t want cash? What do you want then?”
I was very tempted to ask her to suck my cock.
“It’s really ok.”
“If you don’t take it, you’re not respecting me.”
Now that was weird. Why the hell would she want me to respect her?
So I took the money anyway.
“I had a nice time chatting with you.”
“So did I.”
I was lying through my teeth. I really wanted some backseat action.
“Well take care then.”
I bade her goodbye and made my way to the main road, thinking it was probably the last time I would see her.
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Originally Posted by
Mr_don_juan
Going after married women is plain stupid. There are many other fishes in the sea.
You’re only going to cause problems for everyone involved. Go date some single girls, there are plenty and you’re wasting the good dating years of your own life going after something that is only fuck you up. Time is very precious, don’t waste it.
Why go to all that trouble, are you desperate or something? This has bad karma all over it. Any woman who is willing to cheat, even if it’s with her husband so will she on you.
You can’t just claim to take the moral high road but then screw another someone’s wife over
I apologise if my topic causes offence. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to write after all…
Before I continue I hope that the flaming against others will stop. Everyone is entitled to their own views.
Firstly, let me clarify some things.
Thanks.
I never expected to see her again.
It was at least two months before I received a whatsapp from an unfamiliar number.
“Hi Mark, Ann here. Remember me?”
Of course I did. She was the office lady who I didn’t manage to hook up with. And she paid me for driving her home. I might as well have quit my job and become a chauffeur.
But I replied anyway.
“Hi Ann, what’s up?”
I never really paid attention to what she was saying about her job the last time we met. All I knew was that money was involved. She was some sort of money manager I think.
She also never did reveal her age, marital status and other details. I was also pretty sure Ann was not her real name.
Anyway, she had just completed a deal or something and wanted to treat me to dinner and drinks to pay me back for the drink and entertaining her the previous time.
It seems that the whole night she was at the pub, the only people who made decent conversation with her were the waitress, bartender and me. Every one else merely asked if she would like to go back to their places.
It wasn’t surprising why.
While not drop dead gorgeous, Ann was rather tall in heels, had an ample butt and at least a B cup chest. Her shoulder length hair had streaks of auburn and was tied up in a ponytail.
Anyway she arranged to meet me at Pasir Ris MRT at 8. I was kind of cursing my luck as I had to travel all the way from the West to the East during peak hour. It was at times like this that I regretted giving up my car to my cousin’s husband who had just gotten a sales job and needed a car more than me.
Anyway, I dressed simply in jeans and a tshirt as I hung around the roundabout where parents usually picked up or dropped off their sons who were in Tekong.
It was a bad idea anyway as it was Friday, and the area was cluttered with both humans and cars.
I reached rather early at 745pm and must have smoked three sticks while waiting for her andher Hyundai.
At around 815, I was about to leave as the Hyundai had not appeared yet. I thought about texting her to ask where the fuck she was but it might have made me seem desperate or even rude.
At 820, she texted me.
“I’ve been sitting here watching you for quite some time.”
What the fuck?
I scanned the vicinity again and saw no Hyundai. None that resembled hers anyway.
“Where are you?”
“Red BMW.”
The only red BMW there was a convertible. Surely that was not her?
I walked towards the BMW.
Sure enough, she was inside.
How many freaking cars did this woman have? I did not recall seeing any red car parked nearby the last time I sent her back. But I got in anyway.
The first thing I noticed was her creamy white thighs that were scarcely concealed by the denim shorts she was wearing. Her hair was left untied and it cascaded down her slender neck to her naked shoulder where the wide neckline of the toga top she was wearing resided. I saw no bra strap. The image I had of her as a prim and proper office lady was immediately shattered.
“You look different.”
“It’s my off day.”
“I see.”
She had much difficulty getting out of the area due to the mass orgy of cars.
“Fucking idiots.”
I had never heard her use profanities before. This was a completely different side of her.
“Where are we going? "
“The Coastal Settlement.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s a nice chillout place at Changi Village. Never been there?”
“Nope.”
“Oh. I hope you like it then.”
She must have been going at around 120km/h. For once I was really intrigued by this girl.
And I’m also quite intrigued by how the reputation thing works. I’m assuming green means someone added to my points while red means someone subtracted?
Oh well, everyone is entitled to their own opinions.
If it doesn’t agree with you then might I implore you to take it with a pinch of salt and pretend I’m just another fiction writer?
It certainly feels like I’ve opened up a huge can on worms….
***
We reached the place rather quickly and while I assumed that the tiny car park was full, all Ann did was to drive in and within minutes, she had a parking space.
We entered through the main doors. It was a rustic kind of place. Being Friday, it was packed to the rafters. I didn’t hear Ann ask the waiter/greeter at the door about reservations, but unsurprisingly, we were ushered to seats on the outside within a reasonable waiting time. I guess she was here enough regularly to get such privileges.
The menu didn’t really entice me as much as it should have so I settled for a prawn aglio olio while Ann had some kind of steak, along with luncheon meat fries.
“Do you drink wine?”
“Nope.”
“Oh, I was gonna get a bottle…”
I drank what I saw was probably the safest drink on the menu, a drink that would allow me to drive her back just in case she drank too much again. Yeah, I settled for ice water.
I could tell Ann was rolling her eyes at me but I just didn’t feel like drinking that night. Maybe I would have a whiskey later. But first I had to line my stomach.
It was amusing that the main dishes arrived ahead of what I felt was the starter which was the luncheon meat fries. But I ate anyway. The price of the food here was slightly beyond my budget so I suppose I should just shut up and eat.
This time Ann didn’t really talk much so I had to start the conversation.
“New car?”
“Not exactly.”
“Second hand car?”
“Not exactly either.”
I wanted to give up. She had been pretty chatty the previous time, talking about her job, the stress and asking me about myself.
It really should have struck me as odd that she never talked about herself at all.
After dinner I decided to get that whiskey and I downed it slowly while Ann was already onto her fifth or sixth glass of wine. She liked reds. And the half eaten chocolate cake she had for dessert was sitting there tempting me.
The silence was getting so awkward. I could even hear the mosquitoes buzzing around me.
Ann finally said something after a long silence.
“So, what are you looking for?”
“Huh?”
“When you spoke to me at the pub, and offered to send me home. You must have wanted something in return.”
I was thinking if I should be honest or just be a nice guy.
“I was looking for a one night stand.”
I think Ann was a little shocked as she held her glass of wine in mid air for a short while. But st the same time, I could see a small smile forming at the corner of her mouth. While I wasn’t a face reader, that probably meant she was interested as well.