“Dear…. can we be like this from now on?” she asked as she wipes my cum from her lower lip
Good lord… what made her like this! I was feeling really proud initially but there was some nagging thoughts that something was amiss… it wasn’t me definitely. She is so seasoned. I went inside her ass like she needed it…
“Dear, how come you like anal so much?” my wife asked
I can’t answer it, but i just sheepishly scratched the back of my head as I recalled i am not just into anal.. the flashback of one of my Ex asking me to piss into her ass after I came inside made me think I must be a hellspawn and that Indonesian girl must be the female version of me…
My wife sat on the bed and I stuck my hard dick inside her ass again with no resistance from her. She just looked at me as if she was resigned to having her ass ravaged… maybe she likes it too. I can’t help but picture the previous guy pumping her ass so hard and I am here to top-up her ass with more semen because she wants it.
I can’t look at my wife and see the loving and innocent lady she once was.
She now looks like an anal slut to me. With the same demure face, smeared with my cum. Thinking about it made me push my hips forward as i saw her eyes gaped and she looked downwards to the action below.
“Again??” she gasped.
I made no sound and just kept pumping her ass. I pulled out too much and my dick slipped out. She said her ass is sore and wants it in her pussy… but we ran out of condoms….. so i went to wash my dick again and went on with normal vanilla sex.. I lasted really long… 30 minutes and my legs and back are tired before my dick went limp.
Not so much to describe, actually.
I was thinking about Margaret so I can cum. She would have licked my nipples, occasionally asking me to take out my dick so she can twiddle her clit with my thing, suck me off when she sense i am going soft and change positions automatically. My wife still have a long way to go. Well, you don’t wanna marry someone as Margaret as a wife, you’ll want her as your lover.
My wife slumped on the bed as I helped her cleaned up her nether regions, both spewing my cum. She looks at me satisfied… i’ve never seen her like this for a long time. She smiles and says “Thanks hubby… i love you”
I wonder how true it was.
I wonder if it’s me that’s changing and thinking too much. Maybe i was guilty conscience that’s why I was thinking she was with another guy? Maybe that was just her juice cos it had always been milky colored? Maybe that was my cum from 2 days ago? Maybe i did cum that time we had sex in a car but i didn’t realize it because I just fucked Margaret less than 7 hours ago?
Maybe i am trying to forgive her so I am making up excuses for her?
As I was doing the regular chores and cleaning up, made dinner, I was silent throughout. I guess I had too much sex… it’s like an overdose… sometimes it just suddenly hits you. I feel drained and used. I am emotionally unstable and angry. I do other things to satiate me like all these little satisfying little tasks….
I really smiled when i received a sms from Margaret, she wrote
“Hang in there ok, dear? Just try to be nicer to her whenever you can. I’ll still be here for you when you need me… or my body
"
As i see my wife from afar while i’m doing the laundry, I wondered what I did in my last life to deserve a woman like Margaret, but i feel torn when i think that person whom I’m feeling this way for should have been my wife.
I was really thinking of leaving everything behind to be with Margaret. That feeling… was what my counsellor described as infatuation…. I prefer to think with my dick at times. Makes me less emo.
I replied “Meet me tomorrow… i need you” as I hurriedly hid my phone in my pocket and walked towards my bedroom.
Just when i thought moments ago I had too much sex….
Just when i thought moments ago I had too much sex….
So the night falls and the depression i had gradually fades away as the day seems to be normal again. My wife is sleeping soundly after a great dinner and massage and I am awake, playing my phone games (Fallout Shelter, anyone?) and a message pops up with a familiar number.
“Hey hw r u? I miz u!”
Actually, short form like these are conversation killers unless you know the person only got 1 thumb left or the sender is busy with the other hand flicking her clitoris. But I got a very clear idea who that is.
“Jane… I’m fine, but i thought we moved on.” i replied. I then added “I’m happily married now… how about you?”
“No good. Hubby is now overseas. Where you stay now?” Jane replied
“Queenstown, and you? Still at Bt Batok?” i responded
“No… but we might be neighbours you know?
You got whatsapp or wechat?” she sent.
Dumb bitch, just search my contact can already right?? Anyhow, i just replied “YES …. duh!” and in comes the a message via wechat with the same number, it’s “SIGHT” video.
For the noobs that don’t use wechat, a sight is a 5 second clip that you send via wechat and it keeps replaying as a gif and a short clip with sound if you play it full screen.
I see the familiar indonesian girl that asked me to pee in her ass. That Cewek. I’m not gonna share her, so don’t ask me for her contacts. I’m sure she won’t allow anyways. I am not so much in love with that face anymore given the way she rejected me for a bigger dick, but I really miss the way she wants me to do her. She won’t lose to Margaret in terms of looks, but she isn’t really well maintained in terms of figure and grooming.
A mix blood between Chinese, Dutch, Indian and Indonesian she looks a little like Filipino + Chinese, but her accent gives away whenever she pronounces “R” in the words with it.
I got slightly aroused when she pans her camera from her pussy (not shaven….
) to her face as she bites her bottom lips. Skillfully done for a 5 seconds vid. If I didn’t have Margaret, I’d have asked for her address to pump her tank again with piss and cum.
I’m not into pee fetish, she is…
She text me her address and ask me to come right now. She leaves a voice message and I’m pretty sure it’s some moaning she recorded as I imagine her finger her pussy or dildo her ass.
I replied her “Be patient my dear… i just recovered from 1 round earlier on… in case you want to know I’d still fuck you even if I’m married… i hope that doesn’t turn you off”
“Wow! I don’t mind.. but plz wear condom. I want now!!!” she texted in a quick succession…
She adds another pic of herself parting her pussy with her fingers.
So I suddenly feel overwhelmed with choices to fuck. If i turn to my left, i have a wife that is suddenly open to anal sex, i wake up tomorrow and I can get the best fuck of my life again with a lady that I am so enamoured with if i am willing to travel a little by foot, I now have a lady into piss fetish and good solid hardcore sex.
So I suddenly feel overwhelmed with choices to fuck. If i turn to my left, i have a wife that is suddenly open to anal sex, i wake up tomorrow and I can get the best fuck of my life again with a lady that I am so enamoured with if i am willing to travel a little by foot, I now have a lady into piss fetish and good solid hardcore sex.
Jane, is 31, slightly younger than I am. I am the guy that approached her. She had been married for 4 years with her stocky husband. I’m sure he’s a good fucker. His hands are really big and Jane did comment that he has a Coke Can cock. It’s so thick she can barely put it inside her mouth.
As I sneak pass my sleeping wife, i went to 7-11 to buy 2 Microwave meals, 1 is a pizza, the other is the Briyani. It’s really nice, you should try it. This ‘Instant supper" will cover my ass while I go meet my dark mistress… Buying these reminds me of how I knew Jane… She used to work at 7-11.
Jane is not the perfect Bollywood actress kind of indian lady, but nonetheless, her features are rather distinct. She is also a good kisser and her tall nose touching my face adds a nice touch to the level of intimacy. I frequented the 7-11 just for her but she decides to resign after we got too close. I was often referred by her colleagues as her Chinese or Yellow boyfriend.
When I just saw her, I was kinda taken aback by her beauty. At 3am when you are horny and have no one to fuck (my wife was having her period), pretty much anything goes. So I was browsing the store in my shorts and Jane was, at that time, arranging the microwave food. So I cheekily asked if she have any recommendations…
“Try the Briyani!” She chirped. She then glanced down and laughed. I was flaccid at that time and it’s kinda visible through the thin boxer shorts. Then she commented something really mean.
“The hotdog buns ah… the hot dogs are really small nowadays you know?”
How not to laugh. I burst out laughing and say “That’s because you haven’t prepared it properly! You should try those Chinese cheese hotdogs!”
She grimaced and went back to the counter. I felt a little embarrassed by my unabashedness and apologized. But I decided to stay a little to make some small talks. Afterall, I’ve always had a liking for indian girls.
I asked her how to heat up, she shrugs.
So i figured it out and stood at the lonely table while munching the briyani… quite decent for a frozen snack. Too little meat though. As I was finishing, I read her name tag aloud
“Jane!”…
She turns and says that’s not her real name… but she used it anyways. Complex lady. I then apologized for my rudeness even though she started first. We discussed about the better choices of snacks in the store and I introduced myself
“I’m John, nice to meet you!” she looked at me enthusiastically and shook my hands…
“That’s not my real name too!” I sneered. And she burst out laughing, but our hands remains held.
“That’s not my real name too!” I sneered. And she burst out laughing, but our hands remains held.
I pulled back when I sensed I was overdoing it. But I still smiled and walked to the counter. We remained silent throughout as she scans the item and places it in a plastic bag.
“I’m eating it here, Jane…” i reminded her.
“Oh sorry!” She smiled as she apologized. “Let me heat it up for you”
So I asked if i could use hands here and she dares me. I didn’t try.. I’m not dumb. However, I can’t help but think I was too close for her comfort so I quickly ate and left. Then it dawned on me I forgot to fucking pay.
I rushed back and as I approached the door, she pushed it open and to chase me and my head knocked onto it.. My lips were lacerated by my teeth and was bleeding profusely. Lucky there was no one else, but hell i did make a commotion at first when I fell as there were cyclist buying drinks passing by.
“We are closed for the moment… please come back later in 10 minutes can? I need to attend to this guy” Jane announced.
“Are you serious?? " I asked.
“Shhh,… don’t talk, you are spraying blood all over my uniform.” She chided.
So Jane was really attentive. She put me into the store area where there are 2 stools … (didn’t know there’s stools in convenience stores) and she leaned kinda close. It’s usually when girls are near, magic happens. It helps if you smell nice too. Lucky i spray some perfume before going down… and lucky my wife was asleep. I know i’m an ass
“You smell really nice…” i commented. (I know, there are people that might disagree and come up with some sensitive remarks here but she smells faintly of Jasmine, Semporna and CK One)
She giggled and said “wait till i lift my arms… i whole day haven’t shower ok?” She is very game and actually negates the sensitivity of my comment.
“I’m serious… CK One + Semporna… good combination.” I winced as she rubs some ointment on my forehead.
“You cheeky la! Now I pull your lips see how you talk ok?” Jane laughed as she maniacally looks at my wounds.
“Oww.. .hurt!” I pleaded
She blew my lips like a mom tending a wound of her child. As if blowing makes the pain go away. She is a little too close for me to resist.
“You smell nice too…” she commented.
I tried to smile.. but i winced again… so she let go and we looked at each other while we froze.
“Hey… you said we are only closed for 10 minutes… there is a whole bunch outside waiting for you” i reminded her.
The night does wonders at attractions. I never thought I’d be so close to an Indian lady. My mom always tells me “Mungali (Bengali) come catch you!” and now i am so happy if this “Mungali” hottie grabs me.
She unfroze and tells me to wait here.
I am happy and excited as fuck… then my phone rang. *&^%$! Lucky Jane was busy.
“I’m at 7-11… i buying supper.. .you want anything?” I answered.
“Hmmm… ok… you eat there la… later I wake up hungry…” my wife replied.
“OK… i will!” i replied with glee
So after browsing completely through the inventory, i noticed there was a camera blinking at me. I was shocked as fuck. I tried to look down and pretended not to see it… I really regretted adjusting my hardon when Jane stepped out.
“You saw or not?” Jane queried.
“It’s fucking looking at me!” i replied
“Its off la, dumbo!” she laughed.
I felt relieved, but still precarious about where I am. “Where were we, sweetie?” I smiled as I answered her.
“Your lips look ok already la… Come I see… "
As she leans closer, i took the chance and kissed her. I was really randy after she was so close to me. She taste exotic. And her kissing was out of this world. Indian ladies all are taught to kiss? I was wondering as she twirled her tongue within my lips, the pain fizzing and she licks the wound, oblivious to the blood.
I sense she is really adventurous.
“You vampire ah?” I asked
We locked lips this time and she suddenly stops as she frantically looks at her phone.
“My hubby la! you go now… why you kiss me?” she blurted
I felt really bad as i looked at her reply her SMSes. I wonder why didn’t I feel anything when my wife called. I am really a jerk. What if her hubby was doing someone behind her back right now?
She kissed me again briefly and warned “This is my first and my last time kissing a guy in my workplace”
I took her phone, a simple Nokia Monochrome and keyed in my mobile number. I saved it as “Munjer” (indian dudes will know what I’m talking about)
I still feel bad about it. I passed her $10 and walked off feeling nervous and moody about what happened. Needless to say, i spent my pent up energy and vented it on my wife’s pussy that night when i was home.