I stepped back slowly and marveled at my work. The dressing table was a complete mess, wet from our sweat and the pounding was like an earthquake, falling every standing cosmetic products. Margaret lay there, turning her head back and looks at me with her eyes half closed, then smiles feebly
She checks her sore bum and felt my warm cum flowing out from my ass. She reached for the tissue on the left of the table and wipes. “Ouch! You so rough, you monster!” she whimpers.
I let out a laugh as I help her wipe my semen that dripped from her pussy onto the floor and kissed her butt cheeks. “Sorry my love, but you wanted it, i know you wanted me to pound you like this” I chuckled. I felt really bad as I pried open her ass and see her ring swollen from my rough pounding.
“Lick it… it hurts! Please….” Margaret demanded…
The things a man will do for the woman he loves…. even licking a creampied butthole. I knelt down and caressed her ass with my tongue. I felt a slight turning of my stomach yet an infinite amount of obligation as I hear her moan in pleasure.
“No more anal, dear!” she pouted. “You are quite thick!”
I know this is quite off the topic while readers are either feeling moist or hard from the story build-up earlier, but I have to say, M really prepared herself for butt fucking! I mean, how is it that there is no nutella on my breadstick after such a hard pounding? I will never know as I think it will never be appropriate to ask, but i just went for it
“You prepared yourself just now?” I asked. “You already wanted me to fuck your arse right?” as I waved my finger in an accusing manner.
Margaret did a "
" and that one-brow smug again as she pushes her body up from the dressing table. She massages her boobs and I went forward to assist her as we kissed again.
“So what about your wife?” she asked as she looks down, while i kissed her forehead.
“I pick her up tomorrow at 7am, dear… " i replied with some stammering. I feel so confused. I am telling my newfound love that I’m picking up my WIFE tomorrow. Guilt fills up my brain and confusion follows after. I am calling Margaret ‘Dear’ and my wife… what do i call her?
Margaret played with my softening manhood and chuckled. I brushed her hair away from her face and she leans on my chest. Is this love? It feels like it is.
I look at her eyes as i winced, trying to hold back the guilt and feel sore in my eyes. She’s so beautiful. Ladies, know this… if the guy still thinks you are fucking hot after fucking, you are fucking hot. No doubts about it. To me, Margaret is anal fucking hot and she looks so beautiful even after her make-up faded, hair messed up and body covered in glistening perspiration.
“Pasta…? I got the whole night to make for you” I asked
“Pasta…? I got the whole night to make for you” I asked
“Aglio olio please.” whispered Margaret as she pulls my nipples. . I nodded my head and realized something - my wife doesn’t say ‘Please’… perhaps it’s because M stayed in the west for some part of her life? Or is it i’m just mesmerized?
We kissed again and she hungrily opens her mouth and moves her lips down to my chin then suddenly stops… “I’m tasting my own ass! Pui!” she whimpered.
We laughed as I held her hand while we headed for the shower, I’m sure I heard some light phone ringing, definitely not mine. My phone is off.
Margaret hurriedly grabs her phone and answers. I stood at the toilet with some apprehension, feeling my stomach turn but yet, i regained composure when i realized I have nothing to lose, i only loved her for 1 day.
“Yes, Erwin… we will finish it….” she said softly as she saunters around and looks at her paces - a sign of lying. My heart froze as i heard Erwin’s name
“No, I’m alone… i miss you too…” she said as she looks at me.
What a shocker! Erwin, fucking the same girl as me?? Now i’m not sure what to do… No wonder she cried. No wonder she didn’t feel the same. But why is she so horny? Why would she want me when she already got Erwin, who is still single? As i scratched my head in bewilderment, I walked closer and Margaret hastily ends the phone call with “yeah, my ex-hubby is here…”
“You… are fucking Erwin too?” i stammered.
“Dear, I just lost a contract and I’m making a loss. I needed Erwin’s help. I don’t feel anything for him. I just gave him a blowjob.” pleaded M as she holds my hand.
“Don’t “dear” me.. you just called Erwin that….” i replied “I got no rights to you, sweetie, but you triple timing, that’s like….”
“What triple timing?” queried Margaret.
“Your ex comes to your place too, right? For unwinding or for talking about divorce?” i queried
I must have been right. Margaret kept silent. This is too much for me to handle…. While i had the best time of my entire life and found a girl with the libido of an emperor. I just pulled her closer and whispered to her
“Whatever…” I looked at her and Margaret winced with some uncertainty
“….my dear” i continued. “Shall we shower?”
As I closed my eyes and try to tell myself it’s not a big deal, M was squatting down (and peeing) while in deep thoughts. I decided that I will not indulge too much in her love and lust but cut my losses of feelings and time. We need to end things, but i will do it nicely.
Margaret stood up and shyly said “I just pee-ed” as she giggled.
She’s so adorable… How not to love her? But i guess enough is enough. I helped her rub her ’nok nok’ under the running faucet and said “nah! clean already!”
I tried my best to keep calm. Afterall, i only love her for one day.
As we dried up, she threw me a pair of shorts, which belonged to her ex-husband. Appropriate indeed. “Evidence much?” I joked
She sulked and cuddled me while looking up and gave me a killer line that made me remember her to this day “…I have never fucked anyone i knew less than a week. It must be the chemistry we had. I’ll cherish this moment forever and I want to have you in my life… dear”
I wavered my resolution to leave her. Her eyes are so charming. I kissed her again but i remained stoic. “We’ll see, dear. But nobody loves each other in 3 days…. How about judging my cooking first?”
I’ll cut the cooking part short, but we only had tubular pasta and less than 2 tablespoon of olive oil… but she still finished everything and even ate half my share.
She smoked after dinner, rubs her tummy in satisfaction and shakes her hips childishly. She’s still naked by the way.
While I was doing the dishes, she puffs at me and tries to hit at me while I pretended to be coy like a girl.
“Hey, hottie…” She manages her best baritone.
“Yes?” I replied as I dry the dishes in the sluttiest tone i can manage as I tried to hold in my laughter
“Will you….” said M “….love me?”
“Will you….” said M “….love me?”
I looked at her. I was stunned like kailan. She looked on the floor, seeming to regret what she just said.
“Maybe it’s your cooking la… haha!” she tried to laugh it off. Then she looks at her clock and it’s almost 9pm.
“You better check you phone!” warns Margaret. I hurriedly rush back to her king size bed to search. I really wanted to take her underwear for keepsake.
I turned it on apprehensively, with water still dipping from my hands as I wipe them onto her ex’s shorts.
Starting up seems to take forever and i finally see the network icon on the top of my phone screen. Heng ah! No missed calls. So I just decided to to call my wife… just in case.
After ‘years’ of ringing… she finally picks up. “Yes dear!” my wife sounds flustered.
“Dear is everything ok?” i asked frantically. Is karma playing on me again? my wife sounded like she just had a marathon, which is very unlikely. But somehow, my guilt made me think that she is doing the same… fucking someone else.
“…Yeah! Everything is fine!” wifey stammers. Margaret walks in, seemingly concerned as she bites her finger and sits beside me on her bed.
‘Where are you?’ I asked. Margaret pinches my thighs. I suddenly realized this question might be too sensitive.
“Aiyah! I helping my mom do laundry la. She vomited… why leh dear?” my wife countered. “You better help tidy the house too…. and better remember to fetch me!”
Margaret stood up, pushed me down and pulls down my shorts. I think she is really into those ‘sex while partner is on the phone’ thing. My thing was beyond flaccid and I don’t think i can do once more. My balls ache so much!
“OK, dear, don’t worry!” I exclaims as I retain my composure. Margaret helped herself to my shrinking cock and slides her tongue into my foreskin. (Yep… my silencer is still on). I cringed in delight but feel agonized that I’m sure going to be worn out. My wife was nagging in the background about how her other siblings were not around to help out but i cannnot make out what she was saying. I was too high to hear them and all i can hear is the gentle slurping sound of her inhaling my dick.
“OK! I love you dear! remember ah! 7.00am tomorrow!” my wife nags.
“OK! same here!” I whispered… Margaret pinches my thighs. I yelped in pain “tttss!!…”
“Why leh!?” my wife sounded angry.
“Nothing… i love you dear!” i said as I feel my dick in the usual bliss of her warm mouth engulfing my growing penis. I looked at Margaret swallowing the entire thing as I switched off my phone again.
“….i love you while getting blown…” i thought.
Margaret is really a horny woman. Either she didn’t get a good one for a long time or she really had been needing sex all the while. If this goes on everyday, I’m sure i’d have divorced her if I’m her hubby and I’m older than her. I smiled as I thought.
“Ass or pussy?” she asked as she stood up and wipes her mouth. I feel my dick softening as she grabs it and bends down again to jerk, her tits swinging lightly as her arms shake.
I decided to stop her. I held her face and asked. “I want to know where are we heading…”
“Analville!” Margaret says cheerfully as she sits on me cowgirl style and pushes her ass on my dick. But it doesn’t fit. So she turns around and pushes my her asshole onto my face. The familiar scent and baldness of it turned me on. I licked her ringpiece lovingly. I guess she made me an ‘anal’ person.
She looks at me cleaning her ass from behind as she strokes me. I straightened my tongue and pushed it into her ass and feels her ass relaxing again. Hygiene seems to be out of the window at this moment. It was so animalistic. All i want to do is to fill her with my dick, aching and throbbing by now. I feel her licking the head with so much attention that i craved. I never had so much oral action in my life… at least not that much licking on the head of my dick.
Margaret turns around again and pushes her hips onto my ass. “Is this the fourth time?” she asks. “Fuck me, hubby…. Hubby of someone else. I want your cheater cock in my ass!”
I saw tears forming at her eyes. It’s strangely hurting and erotic. I pushed my thing hard and she lets out a sharp “Ahhh!”
“Hurt me! Fuck me!” moans Margaret. Tears are rolling down for real. I sat up and embraced her as i feel her breast, now soft from all the action rubbing against my neck and face. She bends down and kisses me as she rocks herself really hard. It’s hurting me instead.
I kissed her eyes and whispered to her “Stop crying… I can’t hurt you”
“Yes you are! You fucking cheater! You are now fucking your mistress’s ass as you spoke to your wife 5 minutes ago! I need abusive sex like this… give me, you bastard!” moans Margaret angrily.
Margaret clearly has issues. I just brought out the animal within her. She pins me down by choking as she pumps her petite body hard onto my hips. I can feel my thing touching the walls of her insides. I was worried it will really hurt her.
“I’m coming!” she yells. “Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass and hurt me!”
I was far from my orgasm, but i went into a sexual rage. I grabbed her close to me and stood up. Margaret was light and I turned her around, with her lying down this time as I pushed all of me into her ass, now loosening with all the pounding.
“You like it rough don’t you?” I said as I choked her neck. She moans loudly as she now have the chance to properly rub her already swollen pussy. I feel a jet of liquid spray onto me again. She is still crying as she lets out a smile, then seemingly fade into unconciousness and I let go.
She wakes up again while I never relented. I thrusted her with fast and deep strokes. I feel sore on my lower back but lust kept me going. I gave her my full force as I feel the momentum and pleasure build up.
I want her to clean my dick. I pulled out and dragged her limp body up. I was really crazy. I asked her to deepthroat me and she pushed her head all the way to my belly as I feel my cum shoot into her throat. It went on for a couple of minutes and she finally retracted her head as she wipes her tears and her eyes.
She looks at me and holds my head as I bend over to kiss her forehead.
“Good… now we really had enough fun.” she said softly “you can leave me and be your good hubby now”
“Good… now we really had enough fun.” she said softly “you can leave me and be your good hubby now”
I wasn’t very shocked by what she said. She signalled me to go shower as she sat on her bed, looking very lost. I was satisfied, tired and empty - both heart and balls.
I couldn’t speak. I felt so guilty that I just wanted to leave her alone as she requested. I hurriedly washed myself and went over to the bed to take my belongings as I am drying myself. Margaret looks away from me and continued wiping her tears.
She stood up to help me button my shirt.
“SF…, please don’t contact me again. You are actually a good hubby. I know you love her or not you wouldn’t had been so committed to doing whatever she wanted” said Margaret.
“But what about us?” i questioned?
“5 times is not enough for 1 day?” Margaret countered me as she smiles. “The way we did it is as if we were having a honeymoon!”
I smiled and as she reaches the final button, she kissed my chin then my lips again. We embraced and held our lips together for what seemed never enough, but long enough to satisfy the unexplainable urge to get closer. As we part our heads slowly. She smiles and tells me that was one of the best sex she ever had. I’m not sure if it’s true for her, it’s definitely the best I ever got.
“Don’t forget me, Margaret” I whispered.
“I won’t see you out. I need some time alone. You be safe ok? Remember to take your car…” she said
“…remember, 7.00am to fetch her… Now go.” she cries again as she reminded me bitterly.
As much as I was torn by seeing how broken she is actually, i can’t help but get reminded of how fantastic our sex was and how everything was so fluid and natural. It’s like we planned it all along. I smilled as I thought of her and on the cab ride to get my car, i tried to call her.
I couldn’t get through, she blocked me.
I couldn’t get through, she blocked me
As i hurriedly got my car, i drove back to Margaret’s place. Rushing to the lift and wondering why is she doing this. Images of her beautiful face and what we done flashed through my mind.
I rang her doorbell frantically, but to no response. I sat down at the door and kept dialing, but still blocked.
I banged the door and yelled “At least let me know if you are ok, Margaret!”
Then comes a wet piece of paper with something scrawled on with lipstick through the gap of the door.
“I’m ok, leave me alone. i’m just not sure if i’m doing the right thing”
I turned back. As i walked towards the lift, i kept hoping she will at least open the door… she did. But she did a shooing motion with her hand, and her eyes were swollen from all the crying.
I waved goodbye sadly. But I’m not sure if it’s out of sympathy or for love.
As i drove back, i received a text from her… a very long one. I used the read out function since Margaret usually don’t use short forms and no singlish.
“Hi Dear, thank you for the sex and the pasta. It was very much needed. I am sorry for all the drama earlier, but since i didn’t really plan for all these to happen, i couldn’t contain my emotions. I am not going to justify what I done. It was all lust, but something must have caught me. I don’t have the habit of sleeping like this, because if i do, i’d have chosen the most elite of fuckboys, not a married man. Pardon my forthrightness. Please, try to forget what we done and let me off your mind. We should have been colleagues but i must admit i can never forget this passionate night. Please don’t ever mention it again, but i’m not saying we are going to stop doing what we liked to do.”
Then comes another one.. and my phone is reading in a fucking male voice.. fuck!
“You should count yourself lucky i’m not sticky! I’m gonna be your best fuck buddy ever. And my ass is now still sore from your hard drilling. Remember to delete my message, and remember to fetch your wife at 7am. I’ll call you tomorrow… please don’t call me now. I need some time to chill… relax, no one is going to my place tonight. I will take care. Drive safely.”
I was beyond disbelief and i’m in such a great deal of relief. Questions and answers popped into my head. Is this real? I’m glad she’s ok… and why is she so endearing? What does she really wants? I’m gonna love her with all i have… or should I?
As i drove, I kept holding in the urge to call her. I reached my place, tidied up and showered as I recalled how wild the sex was…. and how sore my balls are now.
Margaret texted me again… “Sleep now.. it’s 12.30am. I love fucking you. Goodnight”
I replied " I fucking love you! Goodnight."
*after this post, i’m gonna quicken up the pace, only vividly describe the sex, just the way every reader likes it ok? *
I replied " I fucking love you! Goodnight."
As i drifted to sleep, all i can dream about is Margaret’s face and the way we kissed.
I was recalling about the fun we had while cooking the pasta, and every now and then, i can feel her leaning her bare boobs on my back as she stood behind me when i fry the garlic for the Aglio Olio.
Strangely, i didn’t remember the phone ringing, but i hear it when i’m stirring the pasta. Then I tell myself it’s time to wake up
My phone rings. I excitedly answered “Mar… " Then i looked at the phone…
It’s my wife.
“Mar… dear! (Then i pretended to yawn), Morning!” i roared.
I was filled with disappointment it’s not Margaret. Nonetheless, after some usual banter and nagging which completely slipped my mind as I ended the phone call, i went to shower, thinking how could i be so unfair to my wife…
When i married her, I loved her that much too… just that sex wasn’t that amazing.
As i pee, i remembered how Margaret was squatting and pee at the corner. It was funny and adorable… unabashedly shameless but it shows how comfortable she was with me.
Then a video-call invitation rang, I answered annoyedly “I’m showering already lor!”
As i looked at the screen, it was Margaret.
“Can I see??” she asked excitedly.
So we had a cyber session while i’m showering and she plays with herself, using only her hands and then she brought out a dildo out of her drawer, gave it a good deepthroating, then she looks at the clock….
“It’s 6.20 already dear! You better hurry! We end now ok?” she gushes
“OK… if you insert the thing into your ass, i end it!” i sniggered
“Don’t want la… i haven’t prepare my ass. Now see, my ass so loose” she purrs as she puts the phone on the floor and shows her puckering ass to me. It took awhile for the cam to focus due to darkness. But seeing her ass made me soooo horny.
“I wanna fuck your ass again… but seriously M, wasn’t it painful when i buggered you?” I asked as i fapped.
“No, dear… I oftenly had anal sex.. I can get orgasms from anal, so i have to say you are doing me correctly” she said as she winked after she picked up her phone and I can see her bare face without any make-up and her perky boobs.
I felt dignified and glorified! I managed to make her squirt and I made her cum as I buggered her arse. Wah!! I feel like porn star… but I got no one to tell to….
“Dear, do i look scary without make up?” she asked… as the phone vibrates and she winces a little, seemingly in pleasure as she holds the phone with the other. She’s still on her bed.
I shook my head as slow down my pace. Doing so many times last night didn’t seem to slow down by excitability when ever i see her sultry face. I asked her to show her pussy again and i can hear her from the background.
She comes back with her ass wet and wipes her hands with a towel as she uses a dildo to masturbate herself. I asked her to put inside her ass and seeing the size of that thing penetrate her tiny arse as she winced in pain then pleasure made me shot my 1st morning load.
“Now go fetch your wife, naughty boy… don’t forget me after that!” purred Margaret as she blew me a kiss.
I’m glad i didn’t lose her. I know more is yet to come
I’m glad i didn’t lose her. I know more is yet to come
While I dressed up for work, in the new shirt that Margaret bought, I was wondering why is she hot and cold, yes then no… I’m wondering how much does she hates her ex-hubby… or how much does she hates me.
While driving, I received a picture message from Margaret “Thongs ok?” was the caption, the image made me almost jam my brakes. I replied “G-string or commando better
"
I gleefully drove as she replied “Very well, then I see you later at the Suntec, 12.30pm” as she sent a pic with her lifting her skirt, showing her smooth and fair pussy.
Well, time to get serious as I approached the familiar neighborhood.
So i reached my MIL (Mother in law)’s place but there was no one there. No, i don’t have a hot mother in law and so I don’t want the keys to the flat. I waited for a while and i sat at the door. My wife was panting as she ran up to me. She was all dressed but there was no luggage.
“I saw your car downstairs but you never wait for me!” she yelled.
“Where’s your stuff? Where’s mom?” i queried
“Mom… she … last minute not going la! Why you today so early??” my wife confronted me again.
“Wah lao! Early also kenna! Dear…” I paused as conflicting images of Margaret flashed through my mind. “…you ah!”
“Ok la, now send me to work…i cancel the trip already” my wife said gently as she leaned her head on my shoulders. “Sorry la dear!”
“….that’s weird! At least I greet Mom la…” I said
“No need! She not feeling well la dear. Let’s go… later she sure ask why you never come yesterday” she chuckled as she pinched my nose. I was expecting a slap on my hand, given her usual temperament.
I shrugged as I left, her arms clinging on to me, but i was thinking about another woman. I am an asshole, i know.
In the car, my wife suddenly touched my thighs and of course, the hard on i got from seeing Margaret’s bare pussy didn’t subside. My wife of course, was expecting that it was her ‘midas touch’ and moved her hands between my legs.
“I release your handbrake want anot?” she chuckles
“Ah… we are going to be late leh!” I lamented.. “you sure or not?” I was worried that the quantity of my semen will lead to her questioning my infidelity. If she wants it raw…. inside her now? What if Margaret was on a mission to spread her diseases to all the infidel fuckers like me and I spread it to my poor wife? I got paranoid.
By then, my wife already unzipped my pants, but the hard-on made it difficult to take out my junk. I was worried that by now I’d have gigantic white cauliflower by now or my wife will have scissors standing by in her handbag
“I’m horny leh… we go somewhere and fuck can?” my wife purred.
That’s sooooooo unlike her! Guilt made me sweat. I wonder what’s wrong.
As the cars are moving out of the multi-storey carpark, leaving a lorry and 2 vans, i shifted my car to the least conspicuous corner, as my wife greedily licks the the head of my aching dick. There’s no stopping her already. I pray for the best…and that Margaret was clean…
“Did you do anything naughty without me yesterday dear? It feels like it’s so used… so lembik (soft)” she laughs. I was looking around and hoping someone will interrupt us so I can avoid the sudden castration i pictured in my head earlier
She didn’t bother with a blowjob. She shoos me to swap places with her and asked me to bend over the seat. I quickly pulled my ‘quickie curtains’ and she straddled over me.
“I want babies dear… Mom say she wants a grandchild by this year” whispered my wife as she rubs her pussy and pushes herself onto my dick. “Wah! not bad leh, morning is bigger…!” she laments as she cringes. i feel my thing ‘pop’ into her.
Heng ah! Cum inside means no chance to see quantity. So I decided to make a fast one… but i was so worried someone will see us that i kept turning my head and survey the area.
‘Why you so scared? Last time you love to fuck in the carpark what!” she questioned as she moans. She is straddling slightly above me while i thrusted quickly. She is slippery, but not dripping wet like Margaret. The ‘piak piak piak’ sound was rather loud, but my heartbeat seems to overpower all the noise.
I couldn’t cum…. damn
“I’m cumming dear… I’m cumming!” she grabs my hand as her face becomes flushed, beats of sweat moving down her forehead and she shudders in excitement.
I thrusted harder in attempt to orgasm, but I really can’t. I just ‘Ah ah ah ah… " in pretense.
She rolls to the driver seat, pants for a few seconds, wipes her pussy, pulls up her panties and gives me a quick peck on my cheek. “Thanks dear! I drive ok, you must be tired!”
I was wondering what’s wrong with her but i dare not tell her I didn’t orgasm. She chirps and hymns as she drove and I quickly locked my phone and hid in my pocket. I dozed off, thinking what a lousy husband I am.
As we reached her my wife’s workplace, she licked my ears to wake me up. I woke up and got a slight shock as I felt so guilty. I gave her a hug instead and she looks pretty startled.
“Dear, I love you… " I said. Guilt made me want to re-assure her. I decided then it’s best to cut loose from Margaret before i fall in love with another woman.
“I love you too ah! Today you are so sweet… tonight we do some more to satisfy you ok? Mom told me i must be too kayu (wooden - a phrase to describe Dull, stupid, block-headed) that’s why you always so ‘pek chek’ (grumpy)” She pecked me on my lips as she exited the driver seat and waved goodbye.
“Drive safely!” she whispered as I made out what she was trying to say from the movement of her lips. She could be saying Die swiftly for all i care… but guilt made me want to cry. I was so guilt ridden even though images of Margaret still flashes through my mind at this time. I drove as quickly as I can to Margaret’s place. It’s only 8.45am so I’m sure high level atas executives like herself still haven’t go to work… afterall, she sucks Erwin’s cock for a living.
I reached her place at around 9.10. I received another whatsapp message and I was going to reply ‘Let’s break-up’ if it’s Margaret.
It’s from my wife… I was gasping with guilt again. I wanted to tell her I love her too and I will be a loving husband… but I saw it was a picture message…
It was a picture of her hairy pussy with white lumpy liquid goo emanating from the pussy lips and the caption wrote “You came so much today hubby…. love you!”
I was dumbfounded…. i remembered I didn’t cum at all!
I was dumbfounded…. i remembered I didn’t cum at all!
I couldn’t reply…. i stare at my phone and tears were forming at my eyes. I really wanted to drive to my wife’s building and kill her on the spot. I was fuming mad, devastated and blur…
I crushed my phone with my bare hands. The splintering LCD screen cut into my hands. I never realized I have this strength…
Then I realized i did wrong… fuck! I should have asked if this picture was for me…. i should have asked if that slut was calling someone else hubby! Better still, i should have called her and called her a slut! Now i can’t do anything. I ran up to Margaret’s place in bid to call my boss for time off and i wanted to call that slut i called ‘WIFE’.
I knocked on the door frantically. Margaret open her door cheerfully… “Good morning honey!!” she quipped as she gave me a tight hug..
I suddenly felt warm for a couple of seconds but I burst into tears. I became dazed as Margaret shakes my hand in bid for me to let go of the phone, I walked in as she led me and the rest was all blurry… my visions were blur… i can’t think.. i can’t feel
I would have never expected that my wife will do this to me. She was the good girl next door and she is the complete gaming geek, lazy, don’t bother to make up… have i neglected her? I cook every now and then, give her massages, make sexual advances towards her even though I’m often rejected…
I never forgotten every single anniversaries, birthdays, important days of our lives. Even the day we first kissed… 13 March 2008. I remember it all.
I hear Margaret talking to me but I was in a daze… She shook me and gave me a kiss on the forehead…. then i hear “I’m here for you baby… hush…. don’t cry now!”
I woke up from my daze and sobbing. God knows why i was so broken at that point when I was the one that supposedly let her down… I cheated too, is this what is called retribution? Is this guilt smiting me so hard that my tear ducts malfunction?
Margaret wipes my tears with her hands and I saw an angel. I hugged her tightly then she joked… “Why, dear, did you wife chop off your dick?”
I tried to smile.. but my face muscles were numb. “Nothing dear… Guilt struck me really hard earlier… I’m just upset… that my wife cheated on me too” I regained my composure as I stopped sobbing.
Then Margaret scoffed “And you cry? You weak piece of shit!?”
I was dumbfounded again.
“Now you either win her back or you get rid of her, dear… " she said “How did you find out?” she asked as she tries to wipe my hands off the blood.
Long story short, we:
- I told M every damn thing that happened in the car. She laughed at how I tried so hard to cum.
- called our bosses, take time off… Erwin feels suspicious as he is in my office
- I called my Mom in law to ask how is she and apologized for not being there with my wife yesterday - she doesn’t know what I’m talking about
- used M’s spare phone and my sim card to call my wife… asking her about the picture, she stammered a little but insisted that it’s my cum.
- M laughed at the pussy pic, then showed me hers again…..
…then i got hard again…
“Eh! Wear a condom this time ok?” warned M. “Or better… we go take blood test together after 1 week, what do you think?.. "
Wait a minute… did she just suggest we fuck right now? I thought to myself as I felt her hands running up and down my thing as she slid into my pants.
I still didn’t speak much… I kissed her as she grimaced, but reciprocated wantonly in mere minutes, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I ran my hands under her dress, reaching for her boobs and her ass. Ii realized she was really going commando, which prompted her to tell me “Actually this was for your tea break….”
By now, Margaret was on top of me as we kissed on her sofa. Straddling above me, she expertly reached for my groin, took out my belt, unzipped me and gave my dick a few confirming strokes as she sat on my hips
,
“Raw again?” she asked…
I was not sure if it’s the best… So i said “I’ll get condoms”
“Nah! She quipped. “I’d have not took it out if we wanted it… besides…” she moan as she positioned my dickhead at her slit, rubbing my pre-cum onto her pussy.
I tried to get up as I yelled “No… i should wash first!” But M was in control as she holds my dick and moves her bottoms nearer to my dick.
“Pray for the best my dear…. " she looked at me lustfully as she grabs her breast with one hand then holding my thing with the other and eases her slippery hole onto my shaft.
“Ahhh….. this feels so good! Give me your 2nd shot….” she moaned again
Man, this bitch is on a suicide mission!
I realized I couldn’t do it. I became limp again and Margaret let out a sigh…
“Dear… i want!” she purrs…
I guess it’s all in bid to cheer me up, but I want answers. I want a closure… i want to get away from all these, sex, woman, broken hearts, guilt… I feel so tormented that the next thing i can think of is just to break the dick of that fucker that cheated with my wife.
I smiled at Margaret feebly. I couldn’t care about her now.
“Dear, I’m sorry… not now!” i said softly… Margaret prostrated while my limp dick was still inside her and kissed me. I am becoming hard again from her skillful tongue. She was forcing herself onto me.
She rocks her hips gently back and forth as she breaks from our kiss and whispered “I’ll make you feel better… i promise!”
She is now the alpha of our relationship. I frowned and she kissed my eyebrows. She was getting on my nerves but I suddenly feel the pain on my hands and the aching on my hardened rod. I was stiffening inside her as she rocks gently while moaning. Margaret grabs one of my hand and places it on her chest. She really knows what she’s doing.
“Make love to me… dear…. You need it too…!” she whispers as she pins my chest down with both hands, increasing her pace.
“NO! Stop it! I don’t want it!” I yelled. (But i didn’t resist physically leh… lol)
Margaret increased her pace further, changing her stance into squatting so she could really fuck me. I was physically reacting to what she done to me but I can’t help but think all the pain brought to me is caused by lust. I was loathing what I was doing but i keep twitching my dick as she moves her hips up and down. It’s good but this time it feels wrong.
“We shouldn’t!” I panted. I feel a surge of liquid gushing out of me as I was resisting.
I came… but I did not feel any euphoria. Margaret continued pumping me until my dick stopped twitching. As she lifted herself from me, we were shocked to see that blood and a huge gush of semen seeped from her hairless (and beautiful
) pussy
I saw that it was from me… my dick head was still bleeding… We were shocked. Now we really have to go hospital!