“Did you like it?”
I wanted to tell her to keep her fingers out of my asshole from now on, but the orgasm was absolutely amazing.
“It was different.”
“Yeah it’s called a prostrate massage.”
“Where did you learn how to do it?”
“I didn’t. Just any how try.”
“What???”
“But I could tell you were enjoying yourself.”
“Yes I was.”
“Think you can get hard for me again?”
She did not wait for a reply and attacked me again. I doubted I could. I needed to rest. But she seemed hell bent on getting as much sex as she could before she went on her business trip, so I didn’t stop her.
Much surprisingly, she got me hard again. Not as hard as before but hard enough for her to slip me in, and ride me for her own pleasure.
After she was done, she got off, took a quick shower and climbed into bed as I soaked in the tub again.
It got me thinking what I was to her.
It wss like I was merely a sex toy she could use. And we never used protection. Sure, she talked about taking the morning after pill, but what if that failed?
Sure I was enjoying the physical contact with someone who wasn’t exactly a one night stand. But how long could it be sustained? She never asked me to pay for anything. I was beginning to feel a bit used. But who was I to complain? I was getting free sex from someone who liked having sex.
I fell asleep and awoke much later to a note on the table telling me she had something urgent to settle and had to leave first. She wouldn’t be coming back, the bill was settled. And two fifty dollar notes underneath. For me to take a “cab” home.
What the fuck was I to her?
Ann didn’t contact me for the next few months. I didn’t contact her either. It was as though everything we did before was an extended one night stand.
I wouldn’t say I went through any kind of emotional turmoil or whatever guys felt whenever they broke up with their girlfriends/wives/mistresses/fuck buddies etc. But it was pretty lonely after awhile. My weekly hardcore masturbation sessions resumed, and I even went for those kind of massages to try to see what was wrong with my cock.
Nothing was wrong with it. One of the masseuse had so much fun playing with it, she actually hinted that she provided more than just those kind of massages. Of course I knew better. She was merely trying to get more business for herself. It must be tough being a masseuse. Without offering “specials” or extra services, their pay was hardly $1000 a month. Or so she told me.
Life returned to normal for me. I stopped expecting texts from Ann and thought that I would never get to drive her sports cars again. Not that I was bothered. I was probably just at the right place at the right time, she needed a fuck and I gave it to her.
But I really did wonder how the whole situtation started.
Was Ann someone planted there by my ex girlfriend to help me move on? If that was the case, then my life would be a damn interesting soap opera. Many questions and scenarios played through my head as I tried to make sense of it all. But none of the scenarios actually seemed plausible.
I started spending more time with my camp mates and other friends, going pubbing, KTVs, ocassional trips to the Geylang fish tanks. Getting so drunk on Fridays and Saturdays that Sundays were wasted sleeping the entire day before meeting them again for supper before booking in. I finally understood how regulars, even with a relatively ok salary, could rack up absurd amounts of debt.
But, I was actually starting to enjoy the single life my friends were leading.
One fine Friday night, by some fluke I was back at the pub where I met Ann. It was my friend’s birthday and the idiot decided to open a cannon. Even before two hours there, we were already high as fuck, and my friend and I had been chatting up two office ladies.
I went outside for a smoke. As I sat on the pavement, resting my head on my knees and letting my cigarette burn out, I saw a pair of wedges, followed by toned calves stop in front of me.
“Hi! Could I borrow your lighter?”
I looked up.
She stood there in 4-inch wedges, offering me an excellent view of her toned legs, her shapely butt covered barely by a striped short dress that clung tightly to her body.
She smiled at me.
“Could I borrow your lighter?”
I stared at the cigarette in her hand. Samproena. Just like me.
But somehow I ignored her.
“You’re pretty unfriendly.”
She sat down next to me.
“I would like to smoke and I don’t have a lighter. Could I borrow yours?”
Grudgingly, I dug around in my pocket and withdrew my lighter. Clumsily, the okamoto 0.03 I bought earlier fell out from my pocket as well. I quickly grabbed it and stuffed it back into my pocket.
She took the lighter and lit her stick. I was pretty sure she saw the pack of condoms.
“Trying to get lucky tonight?”
I continued to ignore her.
“Lots of pretty girls hanging around. At least you’re responsible. Don’t go spreading STDs or getting young ladies pregnant.”
I wondered what exactly her problem was.
I lit another stick.
“You know I come here pretty often. The music’s not too loud, drinks reasonably priced. Friendly people.”
I still remained silent. I did not want to talk to her.
She inched closer and I inched away.
“You seem to be afraid of me. Why?”
I puffed away silently at my stick.
“Why aren’t you talking? Are you that shy?”
I stubbed out my stick and lit another. She was seriously getting on my nerves. She lit another stick too.
“You know, smoking too much can cause health problems?”
I looked at her, but kept my mouth shut.
“I’ve never met such a shy boy before. Or are you mute? You’re definitely not deaf.”
I wanted to stand up and walk away, but the amount of Martell I had drunk in the past 2 hours was definitely causing some sort of reaction. I decided to stone on the pavement.
“Well I’m here with my girlfriends, would you like to meet them? Oh wait, you can’t talk. Poor thing.”
I stubbed out my third stick and opened my pack. It was empty. She offered me hers.
I thought for awhile before I took it. I fumbled around for my lighter and realised I had passed it to her when she lit her second stick. She leaned over and I looked down her dress, staring at the two mounds of flesh encased in what looked like a half-cup bra.
She saw me doing it and slapped my thigh.
“You’re such a cheeky boy.”
She did not remove her hand from my thigh and instead moved it closer and closer to my groin. I felt and instant reaction. And I decided to speak.
“What do you want?”
She withdrew her hand.
“Just checking the equipment.”
I took another drag on my cigarette.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve acting like this. Especially after what happened the last time. You didn’t call, didn’t text, didn’t let me know what was happening. Yet now you act like everything is alright?”
Ann frowned.
“Well I’m sorry you think and act like a girl.”
“So what do you want now.”
“You know what I want.”
I definitely did.
I could not do it.
However manly I felt I was, however horny I felt I was, I could not bring myself to let her use me for sex again.
“No.”
Ann was surprised.
“No?”
“No.”
“You don’t want to continue being fuck buddies?”
I decided to let it all out
“What do you think I am? Someone you can fuck for awhile then disappear then come back and expect me to be around? And why do you always leave cash for me? I’m not your fucking toyboy!”
A small crowd had gathered. I was drunk and making a fool of myself.
Ann stood up and grabbed my hand.
“Let’s go, your making a scene.”
I don’t know why I allowed her to drag me away, and towards the car park where her car was.
In my inebriated state, all I saw that it was not her sports cars, but a MPV. She unlocked the doors, shoved me into the backseat and climbed in with me.
“What the-”
Ann planted her soft lips on mine. It had been awhile since I had kissed so passionately. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and met mine. My hands automatically went to her chest and I squeezed it roughly. She let out a loud moan. I reached around and unhooked her bra through her dress, pulled the neckline down and attacked her nipples. She grabbed wildy at my hair, forcing my head into her puppies.
As if on instinct, my erection grew. She unzipped me and pulled it out, stroking the hardness. She spread the precum around, pulled back my foreskin and went straight for it, taking the entire length till she gagged slightly. I pressed her head down, intending to torture her a bit for treating me that way, but she appeared to be enjoying it.
There was something about Ann, and the way she sucked, licked and caressed my cock and balls. Within minutes, I shot my load into her waiting mouth. She swallowed it, wiped her mouth and continued wanking me.
Suddenly, she climbed onto me, hiked her dress up and pushed her thong aside. I was still half-erect and I penetrated her with ease. It felt different though. I reached down and rubbed her clit and to my surprise, found a bald pussy.
“You waxed?”
“Just for you my dear, just for you.”
She shifted my hands back to her chest and started frenching me, letting me taste my own bitterness.
As our tongues intertwined and the sweat rolled down our bodies in the stuffy backseat, I felt the familiar feelings down below.
Ann tried her best to stifle her moans as we were in a public place, but I was sure onlookers could tell what was happening from the shaking of the car.
I came again, shooting my warm seed deep inside her. She did not stop grinding though, and came soon after. She got off and I felt the creampie drip back onto my cock which she quickly cleaned up again with her mouth. I merely lay there exhausted, letting her lick me till she was satisfied.
She passed me some wet tissue when she was done and I cleaned up properly.
“So, are we going to continue seeing each other?”
I really wanted to tell her to fuck off but I could not.
“I guess so.”
I stumbled of the car for some fresh air while Ann remained inside to get dressed properly.
She came out shortly after and offered me a stick. I took it gladly.
“Why are you smoking this now? Thought you hated it?”
“Just for you baby.”
I cringed slightly. No one called me dear or baby before. Something was not right.
After the stick she handed me the entire pack.
“I’m going home, you can have the rest.”
“Thanks.”
“I’ll see you around ok?”
“Ok.”
She gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek and got back into the car and drove off.
I stumbled back towards the bar to find my friends.
I opened the pack to take another stick.
Damn it. The bitch had done it again.
Nestled within the remaining sticks this time, was not one, not two, but a freaking stack of fifty dollar notes rolled up in a bunch.
I really wanted to throw all the money she gave me back in her face. Preferably after I came on it. But sad to say, the money was good. I really was a fucking man whore to her. But I shouldn’t complain. The salary of an army regular is peanuts compared to the industry outside. And I was getting sex, and giving sex. So she paid me. So what?
But it was irritating.
My ex didn’t pay me everytime we had sex. If she did, I would be fucking rich.
Maybe she was buying my silence, or maybe just my cock.
My friends asked me where I disappeared to. Of course I lied, saying I drank too fast and needed air. They didn’t probe further. The birthday ended with a bang, literally, for my friend, who had somehow chatted both the office ladies into a hotel room during my absence.
After everyone left, I walked slowly to the main road to hail a cab.
I slept rather soundly that night, already thinking of what to do with the money she gave me. Perhaps a Samsung Galaxy S3 on a two year plan. But my camp was still a red zone, so buying the phone would be a waste. Especially since it would be at home and I was hardly home anyway.
I woke up with a headache and decided to spend my day stoning in front of the television, but was chased out of the house by my mom who was playing mahjong with her friends, and the tv was distracting them. Why wasn’t it that I was distracted from watching tv because of their mahjong?
Having nothing better to do, I decided to text Ann.
“I’m free and bored. Wanna fuck?”
She did not reply so I guessed she was busy doing whatever she did on weekends.
A couple of hours later I got a reply
“Ok. Book a room. Anywhere. I’ll pay.”
I felt kind of cheap. But she was rich. So why the hell not.
I sourced around agoda.com looking for suitable deals but could find none that appealed to me. Besides I was sure my credit limit was bursting.
I finally found one that looked good and had interesting benefits. I texted her.
“Oasia hotel at Novena. Can?”
“Never heard of it.”
“It’s new.”
“Ok. Please get parking for me.”
“Ok.”
I made the booking and surprisingly, it managed to go through. I guess being new it didn’t have much of a customer base.
I took my time and slowly made my way there, checking in, admiring the view from the room, soaking in the bathtub. I found it pretty kinky that the bathroom could be seen from the main room itself, unless you wanted privacy, then there was some blinds thing.
The club benefits were pretty cool, free cocktails at the club level at a certain time, plus food and all that.
I wondered what time Ann would show.
I texted her the room number and went back to lazing in the bathtub.
Then it hit me. My favourite BPL club had a match on that night, a derby to be exact, red vs. blue, and I had forgotten to check if the hotel had cable. I rushed out of the tub dripping wet and quickly turned on the tv, looking around for the programme guide. Thankfully there was cable.
I was heading back to the bathroom when the doorbell rang. Without a thought, I opened it and there was Ann, dressed simply in a toga top and shorts.
“Wow, you’re naked already. Can’t wait?”
“Was soaking in the tub.”
She entered the room.
“Nice view.”
“Yeah.”
Without more words, she stripped, tossed her clothes on the bed, and dragged me into the tub with her.
We frenched in the bathtub for quite long. Ann stroked me under the soapy water. Somehow my erectile dysfunction had been cured and I was damn hard, even without porn. I caressed her all over, paying attention to her breasts and her newly waxed pussy. It felt really different, and I couldn’t wait to eat her out. I never minded eating her pussy even when it was hairy, but now that it was bald, it made everything so much easier.
I rubbed around her pussy lips and slowly inserted a finger, then two. She felt wet already, she grabbed my hand and stopped me.
“Don’t. I want your cock in me. Not your fingers.”
I ignored her and continued digging for gold, trying to find the gspot. I wondered if it was the same with all women. My ex loved it whenever I stimulated her gspot and clit at the same time. It drove her absolutely crazy.
“Stop it.”
“I’m trying to find your gspot.”
“Don’t have one.”
“Yeah right.”
“I prefer your cock inside. Really.”
“Erm. Ok. Can I eat your pussy later then?”
“I don’t really enjoy that either.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Always prefered a cock inside.”
“I see.”
“So please remove your fingers and use your cock. Or I’ll use my fingers on you.”
I thought about it for awhile. I remembered how much I loved her prostrate massage. Then I looked at her hand. Her nails were long. I immediately removed my fingers. I didn’t want my colon to be ripped to shreds.
“You don’t want it?”
“Not with nails like that.”
“Haha. Wimp. I’ll make you cum so hard your balls will be empty.”
“You are welcome to try. But if I can’t get hard after that, too bad for you.”
“You’ll be hard and stay hard. I guarantee.”
We got out of the tub and headed for the shower. There was this rain thing on the ceiling. Ann turned it on and leaned forward, placing her hands on the glass window overlooking the room, spread her legs and thrust her butt out at me.
“Fuck me hard.”
I got behind her and placed my erection at the entrance.
“If I think you’re not fucking me hard enough, I’m gonna fuck you hard.”
“Huh?”
“Just fuck me!”
I pounded her as hard as I could. I wasn’t those guys who had super long or thick dicks, so I wondered how this felt good for her. I couldn’t even full enter her due to her fleshy butt getting in the way. But the way she moaned as I took her from behind made me feel otherwise.
She began clenching her pussy muscles as I pounded her with all my might.
“Fill me with your hot cum!”
I did, and pressed her against the window, trying to keep my deflating erection inside. But it slipped out with a slop sound. The water from the rain shower washing my sticky cum down her legs.
She turned around and pulled me towards her. She really liked kissing.
“I think your ED problems have been solved. But now you have PE.”
“PE?”
“Premature ejaculation.”
I tried to think of a suitable reply but couldn’t. Perhaps she was right. I barely lasted five to ten minutes after penetration.
That was depressing.
We got cleaned up and dried ourselves before proceeding to the bedroom.
The view was really nice. I watched as the cars turning into Novena church for the evening service caused a mini traffic jam.
Ann came up behind me and whipped off the towel I had wrapped around my waist. My hands instinctively covered my groin in case anyone was watching.
“Hey!”
She pulled my hands away.
“Who do you think is watching? At this height?”
“You wouldn’t know. Someone might have a super powered video camera.”
“Then they would love this.”
She sat in front of me and put me in her mouth again.
I felt like an exhibitionist. Ann took pleasure in pleasuring my tool right in front of the window, for all the world to see. I felt embarrassed, but my dick did not.
Fully hard, she stopped slurping on my cock and slapped some sort of rubber band on it.
“Hey! What’s that?”
“Cock ring. Told you I’m gonna make you stay hard right?”
“What?!! I read somewhere if something goes wrong will have to amputate.”
“Don’t worry. There’s still blood flow. Just that I’m keeping it in your cock.”
“Ok…”
“Now fuck me.”
“Again?”
“Why not? You’re hard.”
“I just came. Don’t think I can cum again.”
“Good.”
She leaned back onto the window and spread her legs wide.
“Come on in.”
I decided to eat her pussy instead.
I went straight for it. Rubbing my face onto her newly waxed parts. It smelt fresh. Like some soapy scent. But it smelt good. I licked away, rubbing her clit with my thumb.
Even if she said she didn’t like it, she wasn’t pushing me away, and was controlling her moans very well. I stuck my finger in and probed around for her gspot again.
Suddenly she let out a loud moan. I must have hit something. She grabbed my head. I continued whatever I was doing.
She threw her head back and it hit the glass window with a thud.
“Owww….”
I laughed and she pushed me away.
“You think it’s funny? I’ll show you what’s funny.”
With super human strength she shoved me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I wanted to resist her pathetic attempts at trying to subdue me. I was after all much stronger than her, and bigger in size. So I let her have her way with me.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Just close them.”
I obeyed, and instantly, she put an eye mask on me.
“Hey…”
“Shhh…. just enjoy it…”
I felt her pull my hands together, and the unmistakable sound of handcuffs clicking shut made me worried.
“Ann? What the fuck?”
“Shut up. Don’t ask questions. Don’t make me tie your legs too.”
I was completely at her mercy. While I couldn’t uncuff myself, I could easily remove the eye mask. But I decided to let her play with me a bit more. I would pay her back later. The cock ring was really working. I was still as hard as a rock.
She spread my legs and propped a pillow under my butt.
I felt her go down on me again, licking my shaft and balls and even giving me a pretty good rimjob.
I prepared myself for another mind-blowing, ball-emptying prostrate massage.
She was really enjoying herself, stroking my artificially erected cock, sucking on my balls and tonguing my asshole. I heard the open of a snap lid bottle and heaved a sigh of relief, at least she was using proper lube this time.
I flinched a little as the cool gel was slathered around my asshole. Then I got a rude shock as I felt something else probe my asshole. It felt cold and hard.
Ann slowly inserted the thing inch by inch. It was definitely lsrger than her finger, and was slightly curved. Then she flicked a switch.
“Oh my god.”
The damn thing started vibrating and my legs became jelly. Ann resumed sucking and massaging my balls, using her free hand to move the vibrator around.
The feeling was like I was gonna empty my bowels, bladder and testicles all at the same time. I tried my best to control at least one of those body functions. I was sure that Ann would rather I piss in her mouth than shit all over the bed.
She was enjoying torturing me. It wasn’t really that torturous. I’m not sure if I’m even describing what happens during a prostrate massage properly, but that was how I felt at the point of time. Plus, Ann wasn’t even trained in this. I was only her guinea pig.
I was pretty sure I pissed in her mouth first, before unloading whatever was left in my testicles. The volume felt too much to be purely semen. Ann sucked hard, taking everything in, swallowing and slurping as though it was the most tasty thing in the world.
I was totally and completely drained. But the cock ring prevented me from going soft. My cock was throbbing by itself and getting a little numb.
Even after I came, Ann left the vibrator in my ass while she straddled me. She was still wet and my fake erection slid in easily. I always thought women being on top was tiring for them. Even when I was on top, I got tired after thrusting so much. I couldn’t keep track of the time so I resorted to counting the seconds. I also counted at least five orgasmn, based on the way Ann had shivered or shuddered, or her moans, or her fucking long nails digging into my skin. All in around ten to fifteen minutes.
My cock was sore. My balls were sore. I was numb and pretty sure my cock had turned black.
After awhile Ann released the cock ring and I felt some relief. As she slowly got off my softening cock, I felt some liquid splash out onto me. I didn’t recall cumming again. It must have been her. She flopped down beside me.
“Had fun?”
“I think you spoilt my cock.”
“Did I?”
She rolled onto my stomach and put it in her mouth again. I couldn’t feel anything.
“Maybe it needs a short rest.”
“Could you uncuff me please?”
Ann reluctantly got off the bed and took the key but did not unlock the handcuffs. She removed my eye mask. She was flushed red all over. I squirmed as she removed the vibrator from my ass.
“You know, I’ve never had so much sex in a long time.”
“Did you ejaculate just now?”
“Yup. But you plugged the hole nicely.”
“Wow, ok. I never experienced a girl ejaculating before.”
“I never experienced it for a damn long time too.”
I smiled at her.
“So… all is forgiven?”
“What?”
“You forgive me for abandoning you for awhile?”
“And now I’m your sex slave?”
“Yup.”
“Just who do you think you are?”
“Baby, we have good sex. That’s all I want now. Can you accept that?”
I didn’t have to think hard for an answer. I wanted good sex too.
“I can accept it on one condition.”
“Yes dear?”
“Stop giving me money. I’m not your gigolo.”
We began to meet each other very frequently, sometimes spending entire weekends in hotels of her choice. The sex was good if not great.
But there was a deeper bond developing. We could talk about things that I never talked about with anyone else. Even my exes. We shared our hopes, dreams and plans for the future. She always seemed to know and understand how I was feeling.
She seemed to be the perfect girlfriend, even though we weren’t really in a relationship.
I often wondered if I should have asked for more.
We were literally at a stage where we knew almost everything about each other. Likes and dislikes, had common interests. She even called me things like dear and baby. Weren’t these words reserved for your lover?
I kept questioning my worth to her. Yes, I knew she was older, but I didn’t know how much older. But May-December pairings were common these days. I asked myself if it was because of her money, which I thought no.
There were weird feelings that I felt. Different feelings from those I felt with any other girl. While my cock ached for her sometimes, there was also anticipation of our chats, just spending time together, lying on the bed in each others arms. There were times that I felt a lot happier just holding her than banging her or getting my cock sucked. All I wanted to do was tell her how my week was and listen to hers.
Perhaps I had really fallen in love. Perhaps I was so lonely and unfulfilled with my life that the first pussy I banged that came with a complete package made me want to settle down.
I tried making comparisons with the rest of my so-called stable relationships but couldn’t find a lot of similarities. Except the weird feelings.
I never talked to Ann about these feelings. I didn’t want to scare her away. But perhaps I should have.
We had checked into a hotel again for the weekend and had dinner in the restaurant before heading to the room. Ann had opened a bottle of red wine costing half my monthly salary. She had closed some deal during the week and wanted to celebrate.
We were all over each other in the lift, oblivious to the fact that it was glass, and we were putting on quite a show.
I hastily inserted the key card to enter the room and she immediately ambushed me, pushing me against the door, unbuckling my jeans and pulling it down together with my boxers. Her soft lips and tongue wrapped themselves around my pole, hardening it and lubricating it. It didn’t really matter as I felt how wet she was when she mounted me, standing up and banged me against the door.
I supported her weight as our lips locked and our tongues fought and she ground herself onto me. I could feel every single shudder, ever single tightening of her pussy.
I carried her to the bed and lay her on it as I stood at the side and pounded her as hard as I could.
Ann screamed and moaned with wild lust as she clawed my ass and lower back. A couple of violent shivers from her lower body showed me just how good she was feeling. I withdrew, intent on eating her to another orgasm, but she grabbed my head and pulled me back.
“Fuck me so hard that I bleed.”
“What?”
That wasn’t possible. There was no way Ann would start bleeding unless her period came. She was as wet as a person caught in a thunderstorm without an umbrella.
But I did as requested, banging her as hard as I could until my legs began to wobble and I was running out of breath.
“Don’t stop! Please!”
I tried to keep it in while banging her the way she wanted it. Her vaginal contractions were milking me to the point of no return.
“I’m gonna cum!”
“Me too! Don’t stop! Fill me with your hot cum!”
I released my entire load inside her. It looked like she had not cum yet. But there was no way I could continue banging her hard. I withdrew my rapidly deflating cock and used the next best thing, my fingers.
My third and fourth fingers entered easily and I tried to replicate the force I was using before, with my thumb running circles around her clit.
She grabbed the bedsheet and let out the scariest moan/growl I had ever heard, as though she was possessed and the demon was leaving her body through her nether regions.
Then I felt it.
A gush of warm liquid shooting out as I removed my fingers. Her lower body was trembling so hard that I thought she was having an epileptic fit.
Inserted my fingers again and probed her gspot, forcing more liquid out.
Anyone one walking past the room would no doubt flee in terror on the assumption that the exorcist was busy compelling demons with the power of his master.
A whole slew of four letter f-words exited her mouth. I had never heard her so vulgar before.
The entire scene was so erotic that I felt my cock twitching.
Even though only semi-hard, I plunged in again in the hope that in the process I would get harder.
Being semi-hard was good as the thrust had to be slower and concentrated around the front of her vagina, where the more sensitive nerve endings were.
Ann writhed around and almost tore the bedsheets out.
“Don’t torture me like this. It makes want you so bad…”
“Well you have me now…”
She smiled in between moans.
It didn’t occur to me then how accurate that statement was.
It happened as suddenly as it started.
Ann told me she was going another business trip during one of our regular fuck sessions. This time she would be gone for two months at least.
As usual, despite my protests, she gave me cash again.
I waited patiently for her to return.
Two months passed, then three. Then six.
There was no word from her.
My calls were instantly disconnected, whatsapp messages were not read. Sometimes if I was in the east I would head down to where her house was to check what was happening but the house was empty. Even the cars I drove before were gone.
Needless to say, I had to move on with my life otherwise it would start to affect me.
I thought I had found a person I was happy with. Someone I wanted to be with for a long time. It soon became obvious that I was wrong.
Thankfully, I was overseas for training for around 8 weeks. When I returned, it was still the same. Ann did not contact me.
One fine day, I received a sms from an unknown number.
“Meet me at xxx tonight.”
I wondered who it was. Did Ann pass my contact to her friend? Perhaps she wanted to satisfy the horny me when she could not?
Nothing in the world prepared me for what was about to happen.
I arrived at the place as requested. It was a playground near where Ann stayed. I found it weird that someone would want to meet me there.
I waited for around half an hour before I decided to leave. But I was stopped by a stout man.
“Are you Mark?”
“Yes? You are?”
He hit me in the stomach, and I fell to the ground. Instinct caused me to try to sweep his legs out to get an advantage but he was faster than he looked.
A swift kick to my ribs rendered me breathless and flat to the ground. Two more guys came up and pinned my arms to the side while the man stood above me.
“Who the fuck are you?”
He didn’t reply but instead, dug around my pockets for my wallet. Stupidly, my 11B and camp pass was inside.
He took out a small envelop and threw it at me. His friends let go of my hands.
I opened the envelop.
In it were photographs of Ann and me. Outside the pub, at hotel lobbies, and even some in the midst of fucking in the hotel room.
I was shocked.
“What the fuck is this?”
“The woman you’re fucking is my wife of 15 years you son of a bitch. The mother of my 3 children.”
“Oh my god. I really didn’t know…”
“I don’t give a shit if you know or not. You slept with her and made her pregnant. Piece of shit.”
He proceeded to take a photograph of my 11B and camp pass.
“I know who you are, where you live, and what you work as. I can destroy you.”
“Wait. This isn’t entirely my fault.”
“Oh? Then whose fault is this?”
“You can blame your wife too. Or blame yourself for neglecting her. You chased her to the arms of another man.”
Suddenly it was his turn to be silent.
“You’ve got balls. That’s all I can say.”
“Don’t you want to know my side of the story?”
“No. I don’t care what your story is.”
“If I knew she was married, and a mother, I wouldn’t have slept with her.”
He looked carefully at my 11B.
“Do you know she’s ten years older than you?”
For awhile I was shocked. I knew Ann was older but by that much? She didn’t look like she was. And mother of three kids? It didn’t feel that way when I was inside her.
“I think she played us both.”
“I would punch you again. But you’re right.”
I tried to stand up, but the pain at my ribs was bad. His two friends helped me to my feet.
“You said she’s pregnant? How do you know it’s mine?”
“Because I had a vasectomy.”
“Oh. Sorry. Can I ask what happened to the baby?”
“She had an abortion.”
“How long have you known?”
“A long time. But I ignored it as I know I can’t satisfy her anymore. And I expected her to be more responsible.”
“Then why come after me now? Why not leave it as it is?”
‘Because I don’t want you to think that you have a chance with her."
“And you couldn’t tell me over the phone?”
“Ok. I admit I wanted to beat you up.”
“And you’re willing to have a criminal record?”
“I’m rich. I can compensate you.”
“I don’t give a shit about your money.”
“What do you want then?”
“An apology. We both got played.”
“That’s all? Did I hit you too hard? Are you stupid or something?”
“No. Just apologize and we’ll both go our separate ways.”
“Fine. I’m sorry I hit you.”
“Accepted. Can I go now?”
“Wait.”
He took out his chequebook and wrote a one, passing it to me.
“Take it.”
I looked at the cheque. Five thousand dollars only.
“What for?”
“Compensation.”
“I don’t want it.”
“You can choose if you want to cash it or not. It’s to cover your medical expenses. Just don’t go anywhere near my wife again.”
I folded it and put it in my pocket.
He returned my my wallet and passed me a name card. I took a quick glance. He was a managing director of a used car dealership. That explained the different cars that Ann could drive. Now I really wondered if anything she ever told me was true.
“Move on with your life. Stop thinking with your dick.”
That was probably the best advice I had heard in a long time.
He left with his friends and I slowly made my way to the main road. I guess it would be good to make a visit to the nearest hospital.