I read my fair share of affair stories here in SBF and I’d like to share mine. It was more of a relationship quest rather than a physical hot and heavy stuff that I’ve read here. No sniffing panties or hard fuck in the car yet
If you are going to get bored with that, perhaps you should read other stories, such as "
I did not see it coming
" story - excellent work by bro Houses101
Mine is a true story based on what is happening so far. I decide to chronicle it because I wanted to end this fruitless relationship but it was so memorable and sexually charged i thought it’s going to be quite a waste if no one gets to know; which is the actual case in real life. I’m proud of her for who she is but we had to keep our relationship under wraps because I’m married and everyone in her company are gossiping about us. And yet, although she looks like a man-eater, she is actually a loving woman.
Her name is Margaret - Worry not, it’s not any Margaret you are looking across your office. It’s an etymology from her actual name.
March 2015
So I am one of the suppliers for this company and we provide services (not going to be detailed about this) to them for 4 years. I was one of the executives that make regular visits to their office and I was looking for their Chief of sales to discuss a project.
I was greeted by a very fair lady wearing a very plain grey coat and black rimmed specs. Her command of English is rather astonishing. She greeted me and was puzzled why would a service provider executive be looking for her Boss directly, so she intercepted me, not sensing that I had known her superior for a couple of years and know her company better than she does.
So after a few minutes of interrogation from her and some hints of rejection of my company, with her citing that i did not even bring a company profile and any references to our service, scoffing at the fact that I did not carry any name card and joking at the fact that I looked like any blue -collar guy because I was wearing the company polo-tee and safety shoes…
A voice shouted across the room: “Eh! Why never call me!?”
Her boss came over and shook my hands and explained: “Margaret, meet SF, he is going to be working with you for this new project. He’s a friend of mine ever since our past dealings and I know he will take care of you like how he took care of me!”
M looks stunned. But in defiance, she pushed up her glasses with her middle finger and in retaliation, i scratched my nose with my middle finger as well and I grinned.
“My name is SF, pleased to meet you, M.” I spoke as I offered a handshake. She grabbed my hand feebly as I tickled her hand in gest and she stared at me menacingly.
“Wah, Sparks flying liao leh, SF! You kenna electrocute by Margaret?” joked Erwin.
“No la, Interrogated more likely!” I retorted. Erwin then looked at Margaret puzzlingly.
I thought this is going to end real bad.
Thanks for your support guys. Really appreciate it.
I thought this is going to end real bad.
So in a twist of fate, Margaret was tasked to look for our company for some support for the sales of some medical product. I, being quite a man-bitch, had already started to tell my colleagues how this ugly geek with crooked set of teeth is going to ruin her company with her ‘Hao-lian’ and ‘Kentang’ attitude.
She was so yaya, that she didn’t even want to call me and asked my admin to inform me to call her. I am genuinely pissed with this b***ch. Who does she thinks she is? If it wasn’t for the long term ties our company had with her company, I’d have asked her to go fly kite! But no choice, it’s Erwin’s project and she is his protege. So i have to still suck it in and tolerate.
Erwin asked for a meeting and unfortunately, it was Margaret that opened the door again. Her attitude, however, was different.
“Hi SF! Sorry about the other day. " she smiled.
*if you are going to expect her wearing a short skirt showing her ample boobs and i getting a glimpse of her underwear when she sits, you can really move forward to the end of the story because it won’t happen now*
I just smiled and said “It’s ok, where’s Erwin?”
“Oh no, I’m now officially handling the project!” she exclaimed, seeming rather smug.
I glanced her from head to toe menacingly. She was wearing a a blue dress with a grey skirt that touches her knee and still wearing that black frame glasses. But i mustered all the ’niceness’ i can and replied:
“Very well then!”
So i suggested we talk over lunch and i can’t help but think that she sure will put things to an end for me. I was thinking of how to start finding another client.
“We will work really well… I’m sure!” she retorted.
We had dinner at a rather quiet place at Telok Blangah. We spoke of the necessary details and the requirements. Had some disagreements but professionalism held us up and we still manage to come up with a good plan for this job. I kept quiet, although i am mad, but i looked at her for a while and found her rather witty and amusing, even though she was out to get me. I decided to make small talks to break the ice.
“So…. you are so capable and young, your boyfriend must be a really old and rich guy right?” I sneered
“Nope, i’m divorced, 38yrs old and I own a Ferrari by myself before!” she said as she made a peace sign with her hands.
“Fucking show-off” i made a mental remark. “But she’s older than me! still wanna act cute! HAHAHA!”
“And how about you? You look like you are a father of 2 and happily married to a Filipino wife!” she suggested in return.
“I look like a foreign talent doesn’t mean i have to take an overseas lady as a wife!” I replied. “I have no kids but i’m married for 6 years, call me impotent if you must… haha!”
“You are rather interesting. I heard lots about you!” She said as she looked at me and raised her brows. God knows what is she thinking
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Originally Posted by
FredSolo
Something like Peggy?
Nope. No points for guessing la, bro.
She said as she looked at me and raised her brows. God knows what is she thinking.
What did she hear about me? I tried to probe, but i just acted nonchalant and continued sipping my coffee. I was dying to know. Was it my bad temper and me being always late for appointments?
But we were talking about our personal lives earlier on… so what could it be? Well, time will tell.
Margaret continues to raise one eyebrow comically… i was looking rather stressed and i couldn’t contain it so i asked her what was it she heard.
“Oh! I heard that you were very responsible and actually wanted to join our company. That’s all. C’mon, I just joined, right? Even if you had affair with all of my colleagues, i would have not heard it now, SF. Chill!” she scoffed.
And she raises that right eye brow suggestively again as the coffee cup covers the lower part of her face …. it’s really unnerving and funny at the same time.
I raised my eyebrow in response… but i failed as i can’t lift only 1 brow like she does. She burst out laughing and her expresso sprays out from her mouth, onto my face and shirt.
She was busy laughing in between apologies and I had to wipe the shirt myself. Strangely, i wasn’t a least bit annoyed. I was more amused. (Nope, i did not start to savor her saliva by wiping the coffee off my face and licking my fingers…. not yet)
Maybe she did it on purpose as revenge? Anyhow, i had to abruptly end our lunch as i had to change because i had another appointment. As I rushed off, i felt someone grab my arms. Margaret chased up and offered to compensate my shirt and suggested we head over to Vivocity to grab a shirt.
I thought she was rather sweet. So off we went to Vivocity, into Tangs and we we browsed around our objectives. She was easily distracted and even chose a coat and pants, citing that my wife had really bad taste by allowing me to dress like that. I looked at the price tag and realized this might burst my budget that month (which i will explain later…)
She still egged me to try on just for fun. I told her we overshot our lunch time and she said she will explain to my boss if she have to. She really yaya la.
“Rich educated kentang with too much free time” i thought as i smiled.
As i looked at the changing room mirror, i realized i am a little smitten by her charm. She was so funny when she was tapping her feet outside the changing room gap and pretending to use her smart phone to take pictures of me changing, yelling silly things like “I will send this to my boss!”
So i stepped out, and she laughed “Wait, you really think you modelling for me to see?” She laughed out loud.
I felt a little hurt and shamed so i grumpily stormed back into the changing room, yelling “Don’t want la, we go back work!”
I was just teasing her actually… but she was kinda mean, really. But i didn’t realize i did not lock the door and she barged in…
…But i didn’t realize i did not lock the door and she barged in.
“Ooops. I was just trying to lean on the door and hear if you are crying inside, my dear, haha!” Margaret said while mocking and slapping my arm. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. But you look really dashing in a suit actually! If you weren’t my work partner, i might have fallen for you instantly!” she quipped
My heart was still thumping at the close proximity and her forthrightness in her speech. “Now, i need to take off my pants, will you please excuse me?” I asked
“But could you at least pass me something so i can pretend that we are a couple and it looks less weird that I barged into the changing room with a guy?” she asked
She made sense actually… so i took out the coat and passed it to her, gestured her to shoo. She smiled and started unbuttoning my shirt and said:
“Since I’m already here….”
“Hey, miss 男女授受不亲 (men and women should keep a distance when passing or receiving something)” I joked
“I’m gonna make sure i pay for this shirt. You think I’m gonna do anything?… " She joked as we looked each other in the eyes.
“Oh this is awkward!” I replied…. “AWKWARD!”
“You really need to slim down leh, I can imagine you will be damn hot if you have 6 packs!” She joked as she slapped my belly a couple of times and maintained her hand on my chest. “You must be really happy with your marriage life!”
I just smiled.
On the ride back, it was really awkward. The tension was quite high in matter of hours and we barely knew each other but we kept silent. We reached her office and I said thanks for her shirt and she held my hands and smiled, saying it’s only fair.
As she left my car, I wonder what was really going through her mind right then, but i was thinking she is actually quite a stunner.
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That night, i really wanted to message her with some lame jokes to just maintain contact when my wife jumped onto the bed beside me.
“HOR HOR!! Messaging other girls!!” my wife roared.
I was suddenly over-ridden with quilt and showed her i was just sending my clients and friends some jokes; albeit an unappropriate one.
***
While i’m at it, i might as well share the joke -
Mickey mouse was in court for his divorce and the judge asked him
“So… i heard that you accuse your wife was very insane what’s why you divorce her?”
“Your Honor, i didn’t say she was crazy, i said she was fucking Goofy!” replied Mickey”
***
“Of all things a divorce joke…. who is this Margaret? Sounds like a slut name!” my wife queried.
I still sent anyway. Feeling that my wife might me needing some comfort, I took liberty to pull away her nightie and fingered her. It was then I asked her
“Dear, why you never trim your hedges now ah? See, i trim the grass around my Rambutan tree to make sure you can easily climb the tree and even shave my Rambutans into Lychees leh!”
“You want you fuck or you can sleep!” my wife retorted.
Well, which man will say no? haha! I read in my favorite story here that ‘Happy wife, happy life!" …
Sex was usually vanilla missionary. I will of course, still delve my head into the kelp forest to provoke the opened oyster with my proboscis (mouth) before injecting my poison harpoon into the oyster flesh.
I did wish she can do something about the lalang grasses that are constantly poking into my nose and tickling my groin. Not that I didn’t do anything, lol! I tried to trim but she was so shy and sheepish about it.
So after 2 rounds, my wife fell asleep, not before muttering amidst slumber “This time we must get baby ok! 6 years already!….”
My wife a real full time geek. She wears pink thick framed glasses and ties a standard pony tail. She has large boobs but constant sitting left her with not much ass left. She’s adorable mostly, but her temper became worse as age adds up. I am the insufferable hubby that cooks and cleans after work.
She is the gamer and TVB fan.
I suddenly thought about what Margaret said about being a happy hubby and I took up my phone to check the replies that vibrated my phone during my ‘reproduction exercise"
It dawned on me the joke i sent was rather unappropriate as Margaret replied with a sad face and asked ‘How did you know?"
Margaret replied with a sad face and asked ‘How did you know?"
I looked to my right and saw my wife was soundly asleep, so i replied
“I was just joking, silly! Don’t take it to heart and don’t think too much ok? Sleep now!
"
I guess it was her divorce haunting her again. Poor girl, she must have felt really bad about cheating on her hubby. But with her easy going attitude around men, I’m sure i’d have left her if i was her hubby too.
Then came her reply “Huh? Oh, SF! I texted the wrong guy just now, i understand you are joking la! Thanks for your text anyways. Goodnight!”
sigh…. Made me think too much.
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So the next day, my wife was scrolling through my phone in the morning, much to my shock, but I’m lucky she did not find anything.
Remember i mentioned something about ‘Bursting my budget’ and I was worrying about what did Marge know earlier? This was what happened….
3 days ago, I was at Margaret’s company building and there was this really adorable looking Vietnam chick…. we seen each other often, it was often a Hi/Bye thing. So that day, after I saw Margaret for the first time, i went to the toilet and saw that irresistable Viet bu again. Her arms are strangely well toned but what mattered to me was her toned ass and torpedo tits. Her face ah… if she thins her brows, reduces her make-up and does some fake lashes, she will be the real ‘Ang Pai’ of any flower joints.
She is OK la… i mean she is rather tight.
So what happened was like this. The Viet lady calls herself Tran. (LOL! Tran! as in Tranny? Remember the toned arms i mentioned? Made me worried for a while!) And Tran happened to see me really black-faced after my meeting with Margaret for the first time.
Out of concern, Tran asked if i was OK. Mind you, we were chatting outside the toilet. Lucky for us there was no camera. I said no… so Tran asked if i wanted to talk about it over a fag (fag means smoke for the laymen - OMG it’s all tranny and gay jokes here now)
After talking about my issues, while I stood there and see her smoke, I asked why was she smoking sooooo heavily, 3 sticks in 20 minutes…
She said she had just been terminated. She will be going back to her home country that very day and she is wondering how is she going to pay for her Air ticket.
I ogled at her from top to bottom… certainly she is worth a $100 per shot at least!
I asked how can i help, and she grabbed by finger by forming an ‘O” with her thumb and index finger then sliding up and down my middle finger a couple of times and gestering ‘Money’ by shuffling her thumb to and forth on the other hand.
I asked if she is free now… she said she doesn’t care since she got 48hrs to pack her things.
We wasted no time and headed to my car. I drove to Pasir panjang at 3pm, quite secluded. We booked a room and right after entering the room, we frenched and i realized she is really fair but muscular… i was a little worried initially that I might get fucked at first… her name is TRAN remember? LOL
She pinned me to the bed and started taking off her green T shirt and denim skirt. My dick was shrinking at the anticipation that I might see her ‘DONG’ larger than mine… (Dong, get it? Vietnam currency! hahaha!)
Luckily, she’s either a post-op or a boda-fide woman. I sighed in relieve. She looked pissed and asked in Mandarin “I look like a Trans meh? You all so bad!”
She shared that she was a gymnast and hence her lovely figure.. Guys, please try to get a gymnast girl to fuck once… you will never regret it. Her leg splitting made eating her out a hell lot of fun. Yeah sure, she is hairier than my wife, but imagine it’s the same oyster served in a different setting… opened easier for your to eat… right in your face. The sex was fast and furious, and i came 2 times.
Imagine if a girl bends her body into an arch and asks you to fuck her. She is also quite fit, so she can easily do the BRIDGE..
and the ‘LUSTFUL LEG"
How much did i spend? $500. Her air ticket and a small red packet.
So naturally, i was worried people will know we fucked because people saw us going out together and coming back together. Her hair looking all messy and I looking guilty….
Tran was a lovely girl alright… but her promiscuity (mine as well) made me think it’s better off as a fuck and go affair… and paying her to ensure she does not bother me anymore might have been the best thing ever.
I deleted all traces of booking the air ticket, my transaction history of transferring money to her and smses from back regarding the transaction made at Pasir Panjang Inn. LOL
So my wifey never found out anything.
My wife reluctantly passed me my phone and went to shower… just then Margaret SMSed.
“Sorry for the weird message yesterday… I had a great time last night and I want to share with you leh! Talk over lunch?”
“Sorry for the weird message yesterday… I had a great time last night and I want to share with you leh! Talk over lunch?”
I was puzzled about why you need to share your best fuck you had. My wife called me into the toilet to join her. I was still horny and i really wanted to try the ‘Lustful Leg’ on her, only end up getting scolded + blue balls.
So work work work, meetings meetings then it’s lunch. Throughout the boring day, Margaret kept whatsapping me. “Decide where for lunch please, my dear!”
“Dear, i wore low-cut today. Please bring me somewhere dark to eat
"
I can’t help but think she is messaging the wrong guy again and I asked ‘How many SFs you know? 小姐 we are partners only leh. I haven’t and cannot date you hor!
"
She didn’t respond, so we met at lunchtime near her place and she said “I drive!” So i handed her keys to my lao kok kok (Antique) Toyota and she said ‘I got my own now!’ as she spun a remote car key around her index finger before flinging it to me. It was a Mini Cooper!
“So this car was the one giving you a good time last night?” I asked as I was totally bewildered.
“Yup! A present for myself after my divorce settlement!” she chuckled. “Big headlights just like me!” I glanced at her chest and she said “Look up here, young man! My ‘headlights are my eyes!”
I felt really like a loser at that moment. She must be laughing her ass off at my Vios! Anyways, since she drives, it means i can save fuel.
So we went to Suntec and ate some western food. Her choice of restaurant was nowhere near impressive. Always expensive and dark places. (“All the better to conceal my wrinkles, my dear!”)
Well, i never really looked at her. But today, even though she was chirpy, i can sense she is actually brooding over something. She was trying to wry a smile every few minutes. Which then dawned on me why she kept calling me ‘Dear’ in her messages, suggesting that she could have got me killed or castrated in my sleep if my wife sees them
“Maybe it’s time your wife gets a Mini too!” she joked. I felt disturbed by what she said and surprised now that what she said came true eventually, although my wife couldn’t get a Mini.
We joked while having dinner, along the way, i asked her why is she so nice to me and she said she just felt like pampering someone today and wanted to make up for the fact that she soiled my shirt, irritated me on the first day of meeting and even touched my boobs.
It was then i noticed her low-cut top. She wore a body hugging black dress made of soft materials and she suddenly took off her jacket and gave me the 1 brow smirk.
While drinking the red wine she ordered after she (Yayy) paid for the bill, I spoke
“Margaret…”
“Yes dear?” She replied
“We are going too fast… " I said in a mellow tone
She burst into laughter. Exactly what i wanted. She gestured for us to “fuck off from here” by waving her middle finger in a swinging motion while gulping down the remaining wine in her glass.
She lightened up.
She suddenly stood up and asked me to hold her hands as we walked out to the fountain area.
Little did i know it was already 3pm. It’s always 3pm weird things happen, or so it seems.
She suddenly looked at me teary eyed and said “I need a hug, dear!”
She gave me a really tight embrace and I really don’t know what is wrong with her this time. I hugged her and patted her back, telling her everything is ok.
And told her to stop calling me dear….
“What’s wrong M?” I asked “Everyone’s looking at us… what if people thought I’m proposing to you?”
She released me from her embrace and slapped my chest. Saying she only hugged for a while and all i did was to save my own ass.
I offered another hug and she did not hesitate.
I felt strangely comfortable with her. Her body pressed against mine as her thighs stuck between my legs and slightly caressing my groin. I was sensing she really needed some love and attention. I stroked her hair and i really wanted to give her a light peck on the cheeks but i refrained.
I just knew her. There was no need for that. I used my willpower to stop myself from doing anything silly and suddenly she looked at me.
“You wanted to kiss my cheeks? You can’t! I applied sunblock and foundation, you will be kissing makeup!” she joked
“But lip gloss ok!” She quipped.
Then I didn’t know what happened. Was it me or was it her, we locked lips and kissed. Much to the approval of many bystanders and as they cheered, we realized how public we were and broke from it. I backed off as i felt it was really too fast. I suddenly realised it wasn’t me, but i reciprocated with lots of anticipation.
“Sorry M… really sorry… i can’t!” i muttered under my breath
“No it’s ok dear, it must be the booze! No worries. it’s just a kiss. After all, it’s cleaner than handshakes!” Margaret replied.
“You drive me back, ok dear? I must be tipsy!” Margaret added.
We went to the carpark and she held on to my arms as she staggered alittle. I am thinking she is actually acting drunk to avoid questions and tension. I felt sorry for her and I told her to take a nap as I drove back to her Company.
So the ride back was filled with questions and sexual tensions. I was surprised she was this bold with a guy that was annoying the fuck out of her in the first meeting. Maybe she was sent by my wife?? Lucky i backed off!
But i actually had a hard-on when she caressed my balls with her legs. I felt so loved. I never had this kind of affection from anyone for the past 4 years, let alone from a babe with an attractive American accent, fair skin, natural brownish hair and big eyes.
As i admired that sleeping beauty, she i suddenly swerved to avoid accidentally going the wrong lane and she woke up from slumber.
“SF….I’m so sorry!” she mumbled
I told her it’s ok. And assured her that I’d have kissed her much better than that if i was single… and saying that I actually earned from this.
She kept silent throughout the entire ride after that. We reached and i returned her keys by throwing. I missed and as she bent down to pick up, i leered at her beautiful ass and noticed she have NO VPL (Visible Panty Line)… not even a thong…
And she looked back at me and replied “Commando today my dear! Front also never wear!”
I joked that her parents must be so sad… she work until 38 years old still cannot afford underwear!
We bode farewell to each after a hearty laugh and gave another a friendly embrace..
But as soon as our eyes met, I kissed her. This time was really passionate and lustful.
As soon as she broke free from it. She slapped me and ran back to the lift. I was upset and bewildered.
She slapped me and ran back to the lift. I was upset and bewildered…
The day ended really slow… i was looking at my phone and hoping she will message me and tell me why she slapped me. She usually takes the initiative to talk first.
I wanted to call her and apologize but I thought I better let her cool down first. In the meantime, all in my head was the moment she tip-toed and moved her lips towards mine and we kissed.
I guess it must be my bland marriage. I tried to kiss my wife but she will not allow anything more than a peck on the lips, citing I being too amorous as the reason and she doesn’t want the re-enactment of the 4 round marathon in 2 hours.
I turned to my side of my bed feeling rather neglected. But in actual fact, i was finding a way to get Margaret out of my head. So much I was anticipating & wanting her that I tried to search her on facebook, but to no avail.
I just wanted to see her again… and if she’s ok. I dozed off holding my phone.
For the next few days, i refrained from visiting Margaret’s company. She did call a few times but I dare not pick up. fearing that she might confront me and end any point of contact. Worse to worse, i fear she might resign. I stuck to other jobs but being in a similar field, we eventually met.
I was in a lift of a industrial building and when the lift door opened, I saw that familiar eyes. I was mesmerized and Margaret just stopped at the lift.
“Come in… we need to talk” she whispered
I was afraid and yet inside me, i was dying to apologize. But i remained quiet, fearing that any words from me will just earn me “You shut up, SF!”
As we reached a halt, which i did not even realize we arrived and which floor was it, Margaret ushered me out of the lift. It was a carpark level. Kinda Deja vu.
Before i said anything, Margaret hugged me again.
“SF, i’m sorry, i was just confused that why i kissed you, please don’t cheat on your wife!” said Margaret, tearing a little as she whispered the words near my ear.
I was stumped. I don’t know what to say… i don’t even know if i should hug her too…
But strange enough, as i pushed her away, our eyes met and we just drew our faces nearer. But this time, i refrained… i really don’t want her to cry so i didn’t.
“I’ll listen to you… dear” I said as I smiled.
I also informed her that I will hand over the project to my junior. Margaret replied that she will join another company for good as she want to minimize contact.
Doubts are still in my head. So as she left, i held her arm and stopped her as I asked
“Why are we doing this?”
“Don’t you feel we are getting too comfortable. Respect me for heaven’s sake, SF. I’m older than you and you barely even know me!” shouted Margaret, which drew attention of the security guards.
I waved them off and shouted “Lover’s quarrel… haha! Paiseh ah!” The guards smiled and i pulled her to a less visible corner of the carpark.
I was pissed with her. She was the one that kissed me first and now she’s accusing me? I pinned her to the wall and as expected, we kissed again.
I was groping her all over. There was no exchange of words. I just slid my hand under her thighs and rubbed her smooth legs and hips, squeezing her butt with my palms. She wasn’t ‘commando’ today… she wore a thong, a lacy one. I feel she was baby smooth down there.
She too, was busy slipping her hands into my shirt and feeling my “uncle” physique until we heard the lift door chime.
“I can’t explain why is this happening, Margaret, but you started it first. You know i will like you that’s why you are doing this!” I said.