I had so many questions. How did she know where I lived? Why was she back? Was her husband and his friends going to beat me up again? What was she doing here right now?
I guess all my questions would be answered eventually.
“So…”
She put her finger on my lips to silence me, then pushed me down onto my back. She climbed onto me and sat down. If I was hard, and she was naked and wet, I probably would have gone straight in. Thank goodness for her denim shorts.
I placed my hands on her hips, thinking if I should just push her off, or slide them upwards to cup her breasts. It was like old times again, but it appeared like she was just going to use me to fulfil some primal urges.
She took my hands and pinned them above my head. She bent down and kissed my forehead, cheek, then my lips. I wondered why I was being so submissive. Was I secretly turned on by a dominating woman? My cock was definitely stirring down below, trying hard to form a tent in my boxers. But her lower half was pressed down against it.
We kissed, no tongue, for a couple of seconds, then she stopped and stared into my eyes.
“I missed you.”
I didn’t know how to reply to that. I probably missed her too. But the way she kept me in the dark, and leaving a couple of times, surely it would have had some negative effect.
“How do you know where I live?”
She smiled.
“Photos of your ID on my ex’s phone.”
It was years ago when he ambushed me. But now I had some answers. He is an ex. I guess they probably divorced soon after her kids grew up.
“How did you know I’m still using the same number?”
“I didn’t. Lucky I guess.”
She kissed me again.
“Why look for me after so long?”
She paused for awhile, as though she was thinking of a suitable response. Then suddenly, she removed her tank top and her bra, before lying down on me. I felt her soft breasts press against me and my cock was definitely leaking precum.
“How did you know I was back?”
She remained silent, but released my arms, choosing to remove my t-shirt. I wanted to fondle her breasts but somehow my arms didn’t want to react to my brain’s instructions. She kissed my neck, running her tongue down it. She planted light kisses all the way down, stopping at my left nipple where she gave it a couple of licks, and a gentle nibble. Something sticky definitely came out down below.
“Can you answer me?”
She ignored me, planting more kisses as she went further down. I was obviously enjoying it as I had not been with a woman for quite some time, and my cock was reacting the way a cock should react. Luckily I didn’t have early erectile dysfunction.
She pulled down my boxers and my cock sprang out, hard as a rock. A drop of precum was at the tip and she licked it off, before planting kisses down the shaft, all the way to the balls. She sucked them lightly, causing me to shudder, and ran her tongue up the shaft and back to the head. She was about to wrap her lips around it when I stopped her.
“I think we need to talk.”
She continued to ignore me and quickly removed her shorts. I noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear. And she was cleanly waxed. It was like she remembered what I liked.
She positioned herself above my throbbing cock. I was definitely hard enough for penetration, but was she wet enough? And why was I letting her use me like this?
She rubbed the head against her labia and clit, spreading my precum around. I wondered if I should be worried if she got pregnant again.
Inch by inch, she lowered herself onto my hard rod. She was wet. Not extremely wet, but wet enough. It felt like she was purposely squeezing my cock as she put it in. She sighed as the full length of my cock entered and she knelt down, relaxing a little.
“Ok. Let’s talk.”
I looked at her as though she was crazy. This wasn’t the best position to be talking. Plus she was still randomly squeezing her pussy muscles, making it a little hard for me to concentrate. I wondered if she was trying to milk me by squeezing. It felt good though, and I was pretty sure she did milk some more precum out from me.
“So, how did you know I was back?”
“I didn’t. I spent many Fridays and weekends at the pub trying to catch you, but you never showed up.”
“I was overseas for awhile. Why didn’t you text or call me?”
“The timing wasn’t right yet.”
“Did you change your number?”
“Not really. But I blocked you as my number is with my youngest daughter.”
“Ah. Ok. But you memorised my number? Why use Telegram?”
“I wanted to tease you a little bit.”
And I wanted to shove her off. But she tightened her grip on my cock. She must have really done a lot of kegel exercises.
“Are we seriously having a conversation while you’re fucking me?”
She pressed her hips down on me hard. I felt my dickhead bump against something. Probably her cervix.
“Are you violently objecting?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
She started grinding on me, rubbing her clit on my pubic bone. I could tell she was enjoying it as soft moans escaped her mouth as she bit her lower lip.
“Can we have a proper talk after this?”
She didn’t reply, but continued grinding until I felt her shudder. She collapsed onto me.
“Ok. After you fuck me.”
I sighed. Part of me wished I lost my erection right now so that we could have a proper talk about the way things were. But my stupid dick refused to listen to me. She rolled off and almost rolled off the bed. I had to grab her arm to prevent her from falling off. She slid under me and spread her legs, bringing her knees to her chest. I positioned at the entrance. She pulled me towards her and whispered in my ear.
“Fuck me hard. Fill me with your cum.”
I was pretty sure that wasn’t the best idea, but I complied anyway, thrusting in and out with as much force as I could. She dug her fingernails into my back and pulled me close to her. I had to cover her mouth to try to soften her moans otherwise I was sure my parents would wake up.
“Faster! Harder! Shoot inside me!”
I wondered what her game was, but thankfully, I was nowhere near cumming. I continued thrusting deep and hard while covering her mouth whenever she moaned. I suspected she was going to wrap her legs around me to prevent me from escaping when I was about to cum so I quickly pulled out and finished on her stomach. The thick, sticky streams of cum shot onto her. She looked a little pissed that I refused to fill her up. But I definitely did not want her to get pregnant again.
“Why didn’t you cum inside???”
I sighed.
“I don’t want to get you pregnant and have another abortion.”
She started laughing.
“What made you think you made me pregnant?”
“Your husband came to find me with his friends.”
“Oh.”
She sat up and asked me to lie down. I did as I was told.
She went down on me again, cleaning my soft cock with her mouth, tasting my juices and hers. I got hard again and she slid it in.
“Hey!”
“Shh… let’s make a baby. I want your baby.”
I tried to push her off but she was absurdly strong. She definitely had been hitting the gym. I tried to will my erection away but it was not working.
“Please stop.”
I probably wasn’t very convincing as she started grinding on me again. The semen on her body slowly trickling down and pooling at our private parts. I could feel it dripping down my balls. It was going to be tricking washing my bedsheets at home after this.
She grabbed my hair and pinned my head to the pillow.
“You will cum inside me this time.”
“Or else?”
“I’ll cut it off.”
“Ya right.”
She rode herself to orgasm again. I definitely wasn’t going to cum again anytime soon as I was pretty sure I had already emptied my balls.
I finally managed to push her off. I went to my table and took the wet tissue, tossing it to her to clean up as well.
“Please. Let’s just talk. I need some answers.”
I sat down next to her and she immediately pushed me down again, and went straight for my cock. I grabbed her hair as gently as I could and pulled her off.
“Ooo… you’re being rough. I like that.”
I raised my hand as though I was going to slap her, but was taken aback as she grabbed my hand and offered me her cheek.
“Ok. You’ve changed in a way I’m not comfortable with. Can we just talk? Once everything is settled maybe we can see how we can move on?
She dropped my hand and sighed.
“Ok.”
She continued to ignore me and quickly removed her shorts. I noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear. And she was cleanly waxed. It was like she remembered what I liked.
She positioned herself above my throbbing cock. I was definitely hard enough for penetration, but was she wet enough? And why was I letting her use me like this?
She rubbed the head against her labia and clit, spreading my precum around. I wondered if I should be worried if she got pregnant again.
Inch by inch, she lowered herself onto my hard rod. She was wet. Not extremely wet, but wet enough. It felt like she was purposely squeezing my cock as she put it in. She sighed as the full length of my cock entered and she knelt down, relaxing a little.
“Ok. Let’s talk.”
I looked at her as though she was crazy. This wasn’t the best position to be talking. Plus she was still randomly squeezing her pussy muscles, making it a little hard for me to concentrate. I wondered if she was trying to milk me by squeezing. It felt good though, and I was pretty sure she did milk some more precum out from me.
“So, how did you know I was back?”
“I didn’t. I spent many Fridays and weekends at the pub trying to catch you, but you never showed up.”
“I was overseas for awhile. Why didn’t you text or call me?”
“The timing wasn’t right yet.”
“Did you change your number?”
“Not really. But I blocked you as my number is with my youngest daughter.”
“Ah. Ok. But you memorised my number? Why use Telegram?”
“I wanted to tease you a little bit.”
And I wanted to shove her off. But she tightened her grip on my cock. She must have really done a lot of kegel exercises.
“Are we seriously having a conversation while you’re fucking me?”
She pressed her hips down on me hard. I felt my dickhead bump against something. Probably her cervix.
“Are you violently objecting?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
She started grinding on me, rubbing her clit on my pubic bone. I could tell she was enjoying it as soft moans escaped her mouth as she bit her lower lip.
“Can we have a proper talk after this?”
She didn’t reply, but continued grinding until I felt her shudder. She collapsed onto me.
“Ok. After you fuck me.”
I sighed. Part of me wished I lost my erection right now so that we could have a proper talk about the way things were. But my stupid dick refused to listen to me. She rolled off and almost rolled off the bed. I had to grab her arm to prevent her from falling off. She slid under me and spread her legs, bringing her knees to her chest. I positioned at the entrance. She pulled me towards her and whispered in my ear.
“Fuck me hard. Fill me with your cum.”
I was pretty sure that wasn’t the best idea, but I complied anyway, thrusting in and out with as much force as I could. She dug her fingernails into my back and pulled me close to her. I had to cover her mouth to try to soften her moans otherwise I was sure my parents would wake up.
“Faster! Harder! Shoot inside me!”
I wondered what her game was, but thankfully, I was nowhere near cumming. I continued thrusting deep and hard while covering her mouth whenever she moaned. I suspected she was going to wrap her legs around me to prevent me from escaping when I was about to cum so I quickly pulled out and finished on her stomach. The thick, sticky streams of cum shot onto her. She looked a little pissed that I refused to fill her up. But I definitely did not want her to get pregnant again.
“Why didn’t you cum inside???”
I sighed.
“I don’t want to get you pregnant and have another abortion.”
She started laughing.
“What made you think you made me pregnant?”
“Your husband came to find me with his friends.”
“Oh.”
She sat up and asked me to lie down. I did as I was told.
She went down on me again, cleaning my soft cock with her mouth, tasting my juices and hers. I got hard again and she slid it in.
“Hey!”
“Shh… let’s make a baby. I want your baby.”
I tried to push her off but she was absurdly strong. She definitely had been hitting the gym. I tried to will my erection away but it was not working.
“Please stop.”
I probably wasn’t very convincing as she started grinding on me again. The semen on her body slowly trickling down and pooling at our private parts. I could feel it dripping down my balls. It was going to be tricking washing my bedsheets at home after this.
She grabbed my hair and pinned my head to the pillow.
“You will cum inside me this time.”
“Or else?”
“I’ll cut it off.”
“Ya right.”
She rode herself to orgasm again. I definitely wasn’t going to cum again anytime soon as I was pretty sure I had already emptied my balls.
I finally managed to push her off. I went to my table and took the wet tissue, tossing it to her to clean up as well.
“Please. Let’s just talk. I need some answers.”
I sat down next to her and she immediately pushed me down again, and went straight for my cock. I grabbed her hair as gently as I could and pulled her off.
“Ooo… you’re being rough. I like that.”
I raised my hand as though I was going to slap her, but was taken aback as she grabbed my hand and offered me her cheek.
“Ok. You’ve changed in a way I’m not comfortable with. Can we just talk? Once everything is settled maybe we can see how we can move on?
She dropped my hand and sighed.
“Ok.”
Thanks for all the kind comments. I’m not a very good writer actually. But I’m inspired by the good writers from the time I joined SBF. Writers like Hardaway, ilock, coffeecans and, enigmaofsorrow (whom I actually had the chance to meet up in real life and helped me achieve some clarity in my situation).
Those were like the golden generation of writing. Perhaps some of their stories can be revived to provide some entertainment to the newer generation of readers.
Thanks for all the kind comments. I’m not a very good writer actually. But I’m inspired by the good writers from the time I joined SBF. Writers like Hardaway, ilock, coffeecans and, enigmaofsorrow (whom I actually had the chance to meet up in real life and helped me achieve some clarity in my situation).
Those were like the golden generation of writing. Perhaps some of their stories can be revived to provide some entertainment to the newer generation of readers.
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Shrouded
Thanks for all the kind comments. I’m not a very good writer actually. But I’m inspired by the good writers from the time I joined SBF. Writers like Hardaway, ilock, coffeecans and, enigmaofsorrow (whom I actually had the chance to meet up in real life and helped me achieve some clarity in my situation).
Those were like the golden generation of writing. Perhaps some of their stories can be revived to provide some entertainment to the newer generation of readers.
For context, I found this thread.
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Andy24
hmm. seems like not much career choice after sign on as regular ? Sales man, insurance, security, Grab driver ? I hope TS eventually found something he enjoy.
Most of us didn’t study much and don’t have good qualifications before entering the army. Not much we can do when we leave unless we upgrade ourselves.
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Originally Posted by
Andy24
hmm. seems like not much career choice after sign on as regular ? Sales man, insurance, security, Grab driver ? I hope TS eventually found something he enjoy.
Most of us didn’t study much and don’t have good qualifications before entering the army. Not much we can do when we leave unless we upgrade ourselves.
I half considered if we should get dressed, but I sat down next to her anyway.
“So, what happened?”
Ann sighed.
“He found out about what I was doing.”
“Uh-huh.”
“He said he couldn’t tolerate it any more. He wanted to know how many others there were. He knew I was keeping late nights.”
“And?”
“You were the only one.”
“Seriously?”
“I saw you exclusively.”
“Before that?”
“There were a few one night stands.”
“I see.”
“Was I an extended one night stand?”
Ann thought about it for a while.
“I don’t think so. I wanted to come back. Keep coming back. But it was hard to do so.”
“Because of your husband?”
A tear rolled down her cheek.
“Part of it. He didn’t do anything wrong. It was me. I didn’t want him finding out. I didn’t want to hurt him. Or you. But the way we were together. The way we connected. I didn’t want it to stop.”
“So that’s why you sometimes disappeared for a long time when we were together?”
“No. I do go on business trips. And I really didn’t want him to find out about us.”
“You know he knew for quite some time right? He showed me pictures. Some when we were in the hotel room.”
“I found out he hired a PI. He didn’t confront me. He just let me carry on.”
“Did you know he came after me?”
“Yes. That’s one reason why I disappeared again. I didn’t want him to do anything stupid.”
“You mean kill me?”
“I don’t think he would. Maybe just hurt you badly. I didn’t want that to happen to you. Or my children’s father to go to jail because he did something stupid.”
“So where is he now? Aren’t you afraid he’ll find out you’re seeing me again?”
Ann started sobbing more loudly.
“He won’t. He can’t.”
“Why?”
“He passed away two years ago. Accident overseas.”
I pulled her towards me and hugged her, stroking her hair.
“I’m sorry.”
She pushed me away slightly and wiped her tears.
“I’m fine. We weren’t on the best of terms after I found out he went to look for you. But my kids took awhile to accept his death.”
“How are your kids now?”
“They’re fine too. Some things just take a bit longer to get used to. But they’re all ok now. The eldest, my son, signed on with the army, he’s in Uni now. Second one, girl, is about to graduate Uni. Youngest girl is in first year Uni.”
“I see.”
I decided to ask the question that has been burning on my mind.
“Did I really make you pregnant?”
Ann sighed.
“Yes. But I don’t know how he found out.”
“You aborted it?”
“Not by choice. It was an ectopic pregnancy.”
I didn’t know what that meant.
“A what?”
“Google it.”
“You mean if it was a normal pregnancy you would have kept the baby?”
“Yes. I’m against abortion.”
“Oh.”
So as it turns out, there was a chance I could have had a kid but due to some reason I didn’t.
“What happened after he found out?”
“Nothing much. We talked. I agreed to stop seeing you. At least until the kids are grown up and we can come to a resolution.”
“You were considering seeing me again?”
“Yes. I wanted to. Not just for the sex. You’ve been a pretty decent companion. But I needed a right time to do so.”
“So did you see anyone else while waiting for the right time?”
“Of course I did. I have needs too ok?”
I felt a little irritated.
“So it was ok to see others but leave me hanging?”
“They’re all one night stands. And it wasn’t as if I did it every week. More like once every few months.”
“You had my number. You could have called me.”
“I wanted sex. Just sex. With you there’s some emotions involved, I didn’t want to feel conflicted about it when I went home.”
“Was your husband aware?”
“Of course he wasn’t.”
“We could have met secretly?”
“Oh please. I enjoy being with you a lot. But you’re not that good at sex.”
Ouch. That hurt. Didn’t expect that from her.
I half considered if we should get dressed, but I sat down next to her anyway.
“So, what happened?”
Ann sighed.
“He found out about what I was doing.”
“Uh-huh.”
“He said he couldn’t tolerate it any more. He wanted to know how many others there were. He knew I was keeping late nights.”
“And?”
“You were the only one.”
“Seriously?”
“I saw you exclusively.”
“Before that?”
“There were a few one night stands.”
“I see.”
“Was I an extended one night stand?”
Ann thought about it for a while.
“I don’t think so. I wanted to come back. Keep coming back. But it was hard to do so.”
“Because of your husband?”
A tear rolled down her cheek.
“Part of it. He didn’t do anything wrong. It was me. I didn’t want him finding out. I didn’t want to hurt him. Or you. But the way we were together. The way we connected. I didn’t want it to stop.”
“So that’s why you sometimes disappeared for a long time when we were together?”
“No. I do go on business trips. And I really didn’t want him to find out about us.”
“You know he knew for quite some time right? He showed me pictures. Some when we were in the hotel room.”
“I found out he hired a PI. He didn’t confront me. He just let me carry on.”
“Did you know he came after me?”
“Yes. That’s one reason why I disappeared again. I didn’t want him to do anything stupid.”
“You mean kill me?”
“I don’t think he would. Maybe just hurt you badly. I didn’t want that to happen to you. Or my children’s father to go to jail because he did something stupid.”
“So where is he now? Aren’t you afraid he’ll find out you’re seeing me again?”
Ann started sobbing more loudly.
“He won’t. He can’t.”
“Why?”
“He passed away two years ago. Accident overseas.”
I pulled her towards me and hugged her, stroking her hair.
“I’m sorry.”
She pushed me away slightly and wiped her tears.
“I’m fine. We weren’t on the best of terms after I found out he went to look for you. But my kids took awhile to accept his death.”
“How are your kids now?”
“They’re fine too. Some things just take a bit longer to get used to. But they’re all ok now. The eldest, my son, signed on with the army, he’s in Uni now. Second one, girl, is about to graduate Uni. Youngest girl is in first year Uni.”
“I see.”
I decided to ask the question that has been burning on my mind.
“Did I really make you pregnant?”
Ann sighed.
“Yes. But I don’t know how he found out.”
“You aborted it?”
“Not by choice. It was an ectopic pregnancy.”
I didn’t know what that meant.
“A what?”
“Google it.”
“You mean if it was a normal pregnancy you would have kept the baby?”
“Yes. I’m against abortion.”
“Oh.”
So as it turns out, there was a chance I could have had a kid but due to some reason I didn’t.
“What happened after he found out?”
“Nothing much. We talked. I agreed to stop seeing you. At least until the kids are grown up and we can come to a resolution.”
“You were considering seeing me again?”
“Yes. I wanted to. Not just for the sex. You’ve been a pretty decent companion. But I needed a right time to do so.”
“So did you see anyone else while waiting for the right time?”
“Of course I did. I have needs too ok?”
I felt a little irritated.
“So it was ok to see others but leave me hanging?”
“They’re all one night stands. And it wasn’t as if I did it every week. More like once every few months.”
“You had my number. You could have called me.”
“I wanted sex. Just sex. With you there’s some emotions involved, I didn’t want to feel conflicted about it when I went home.”
“Was your husband aware?”
“Of course he wasn’t.”
“We could have met secretly?”
“Oh please. I enjoy being with you a lot. But you’re not that good at sex.”
Ouch. That hurt. Didn’t expect that from her.