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Originally Posted by
sexcision
And you post this update at 2:23 lol! Coincident?
Good observation
Bro sexcision
! Marvel put Easter Eggs in their movies, I also put
Telur Bawang
in my stories. Didn’t expect people to notice this though.
Thanks for your support bro. Hope you are happy with the story so far.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
To say that I was not in the mood to work was an understatement. I really couldn’t get myself to work. I went to the roof car park a few times just to ‘get out’ of my office cubicle. I scrolled through my phone, looking at all the happy photos we took; how could such an innocent-looking girl be so devious?
I looked at my watch; it was only 2:20 pm. Looks like I still have long way to go before work was over.
When I finally made it through the day, I sat there, ‘confused’ - should I go home? Where else could I go, if not home?
I drove as slowly as I could and thought of the many places I could ‘stopover’ before going home. Then it stuck me - my son had Group Tuition tonight; I could send him there. This could buy me some time away from home.
At the Tuition Centre, I met Nurul. She had brought my neigbor’s son to class. She took the opportunity to introduce me to a bunch of LAW-ers (not lawyers). What are LAW-ers? Well… They are the
L
adies
A
gainst
W
anda. Each one seem to have an axe to grind with Wanda or some old score to settle. Each one of them took their chance to pour out their grievances; one of them actually gave me her number too!
I wonder if this was what I wanted? What started out as a second romance to me had suddenly turned into some kind of nightmare. As the women chattered, I tried to clear my thoughts. What did I want?
Before Wanda came into our lives, I was a happily married, family man. Then my wife got sick and one thing led to another; I ended up hiring Wanda.
"
Transfer maid
, many problems, Sir.
One domestic helper said.
“Yes,”
another coined in,
“they buang by their Sir/Madam but cannot go home because utang. No choice”
“Sir, you want good maid, I introduce you.”
Another offered. Apparently one of her relatives was looking for a job and Singapore seemed like the promise land for them.
Time flew by pretty fast and I saw my son emerge from the classroom. He grimaced when he saw the bevy of maids around me. Thanking them for their inputs, I walked home with my son.
“What do they want?”
my son asked, sounding somewhat impatient.
“Nothing, just idle talk. You know these maids; nosy parkers.”
I said.
“I don’t like them. They like to bully Kakak, always asking her to borrow them money or ask her to do things for them.”
“Lend them,”
I corrected my son,
“It’s ’lend’, not ‘borrow’.”
But I stopped short; wasn’t really in the mood to explain things to my son. I was more interested in his story about the maids and Wanda.
“What things did they ask Wanda to do?”
I asked my son.
“I don’t know. Girls’ stuff. Kakak never tell me but she always ask me ‘Shh!’”
He replied. Sometimes I tend to forget that my son was only in Primary School.
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SerflySGR
“I don’t like them. They like to bully Kakak, always asking her to borrow them money or ask her to do things for them.”
“Lend them,”
I corrected my son,
“It’s ’lend’, not ‘borrow’.”
But I stopped short; wasn’t really in the mood to explain things to my son. I was more interested in his story about the maids and Wanda.
“What things did they ask Wanda to do?”
I asked my son.
“I don’t know. Girls’ stuff. Kakak never tell me but she always ask me ‘Shh!’”
He replied. Sometimes I tend to forget that my son was only in Primary School.
The rest of the night came and went quietly enough. I avoided Wanda most of the time. For one thing, I was unsure of my feelings; what was I supposed to think? How was I ‘supposed to’ feel? I had no right over Wanda; yet I feel all so affected when I hear stories about her. But, even if she did matter to me, what could I do? I was still legally married. Another part of me felt ashamed of my actions last night; technically I had just raped my maid. There was no foreplay There was no love-making. I just made used of my maid as a means to let off my pent up frustrations.
Then I heard a soft knock and my bedroom door creek open.
“Sir, you angry to me?”
That was not the usual way she addressed me. I ignored her and pretended to sleep. There was silence and then I heard the soft closing ‘click’ of the door; she must have thought I was sleeping and left the room.
I opened my eyes and sat up. I was wrong.
There she was: kneeling in her bath robe, in front of the closed door. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw me got up. She used her forearm to rub away her tears.
“Sir, you no want me?”
she asked.
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
“Sir, please, I don’t know why you angry to me,”
she pleaded,
“but I do everything to make you happy and want me again. Wanda only have you Sir and you are make me happy here and here.”
she pointed to her heart and then to her privates
,
“If you want to send me back, please memberi chance saya make you happy one last time. Then I go. Tolong Sir. Tolong.”
From her kneeling position, she prostrated as she pleaded to me to give her another chance.
I felt my heart melt. More evidently, I felt an erection coming.
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Originally Posted by
woo101
Very interesting story TS, please continue
Thanks for reading
Bro woo101
! Trying to spice the story up a bit so it doesn’t seem like just a ‘porno flick’.
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Originally Posted by
lobangkingz
really like this story, do update more. support your thread ts.
Thank you
Bro lobangkingz
! Are you related to Chew Chor Meng, by any chance? Please tell him his Choo Choo (Lynn Poh) is really hot. Heh! Heh!
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Thanks for the nice updates, I like the word ‘LAW-ers’ please continue.
Thank you
Bro diputs1269
for tuning in again. Thought you left the thread for other stories.
Just like people ‘against’ Wanda, there wil always be haters. I just got one yesterday. Zapped me
gao gao
. Say my post
Extremely Negative
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diputs1269
Don’t worry if I don’t like what is posted I will just leave quietly.
Furthermore my presence here doesn’t mean I agree with everything you posted.
People are entitled to their opinions and not arbitrary imposing them onto others.
Agree with you totally.
Hope you are also not offended by my comments; I am not asking you to take sides. Moreover, if anyone reads my disclaimer below, they would know that there is an element of fiction in my writing. I just want to thank you for your support (in writing) and also for appreciating my acronym (spent quite some time thinking of the name mainly because my maid’s real name is
not
Wanda?)
They can go form a
A
nti-
S
erfly
S
ociety and zap me every day.
But, I feel that as long as there is somebody who wants to read my story means that he/she finds it entertaining; I should continue to write/post., right?
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WeberBrowse
Thanks for nice story, hope to read more.
Thank you for supporting my story
Bro WeberBrowse
! I will try to continue soon.
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Originally Posted by
sunshots
Very nice story TS, please continue
Glad you enjoy the story,
Bro sunshots
! Will try to update shortly.
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hycoffeetic
Thanks for sharing nice story bro TS, continue support this thread!
Sharing is caring
Bro hycoffeetic
. Updates coming soon!
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Originally Posted by
i^Xi0n
interesting and nicely written story TS, great share and please do keep it going.
Thanks for your appreciation
Bro i^Xi0n
! Love your nick; reminds me of this local fashion brand.
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Originally Posted by
zl1983
just continue TS!
Yes Sir!
Bro zl1983
Sir! I know if I don’t continue, you will ban me from your thread; then I will have withdrawal. Heh! Heh!
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
“Sir, you no want me?”
she asked.
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
“Sir, please, I don’t know why you angry to me,”
she pleaded,
“but I do everything to make you happy and want me again. Wanda only have you Sir and you are make me happy here and here.”
she pointed to her heart and then to her privates
,
“If you want to send me back, please memberi chance saya make you happy one last time. Then I go. Tolong Sir. Tolong.”
From her kneeling position, she prostrated as she pleaded to me to give her another chance.
I felt my heart melt. More evidently, I felt an erection coming.
I got out of bed and walked towards her kneeling form. Which man’s ego would not be stroked by the words of an almost naked girl prostrating before you?
I reached forward for her arm and I pulled her up.
“Sir no want me anymore?”
she asked again.
My heart ached.
“Why?”
she asked, tears welling in her eyes.
“Wanda,”
I said,
“what we are doing is wrong; my wife and you are like sisters. In fact, my wife has always said that she wished she had a younger sister like you.”
If ever there was a lame excuse, I think the one I just gave would definitely qualify as one.
“You no want me no more?”
she asked, this time I caught a glint of anger from the corner of her eye,
“Why? You are eat enough of me and now you are look for new blood?”
I was amazed at her choice of words.
“No,”
I had not expected this kind of reaction from Wanda,
“it’s not that. I love you; I always have. I just feel that it’s wrong”
I tried to explain but she would have nothing of it.
“When you are inside of me, when you are enjoy me, many times, you not think you are wrong? Now you eat me already. Enough of me. You spit me out like bones and you are find new one, you think it is wrong? Why you all men same-same?”
she cried.
Her words stuck me like a bee. How could she compare me with ‘other men’? Unlike the others who lusted after her, I truly loved her. In fact, if I could marry another wife, it would be her.
I hugged her tightly,
“Sorry sayang, sorry. I don’t mean it. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
I cupped her face and planted kisses on her cheeks but she resisted this time. She fought away from my arms and pushed me away.
“I no need you give me sympathy. Thank you. You enough? I go.”
she said adamantly.
What have I done? I was at a loss. I didn’t want her to storm into my wife’s room and burst the bubble; my son was also sleeping in that same room! Moreover, I didn’t want to lose her. She had given me the happiness that eluded me after we had our son. The sex was good; better than I had ever experienced. I wasn’t prepared to lose it all.
“Don’t go Wanda, I am wrong. Please forgive me. I will do anything. Everything. Please stay. Forgive me!”
I begged her.
“Anything?”
she asked.
“Yes! Anything! Please don’t go, sayang!”
In the words of one of the brothers here, Wanda now had me by the balls.
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TheGreatOne
Oh oh… Here comes trouble.
Wise words,
Bro TheGreatOne
! Storms often break after a calm.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
What have I done? I was at a loss. I didn’t want her to storm into my wife’s room and burst the bubble; my son was also sleeping in that same room! Moreover, I didn’t want to lose her. She had given me the happiness that eluded me after we had our son. The sex was good; better than I had ever experienced. I wasn’t prepared to lose it all.
“Don’t go Wanda, I am wrong. Please forgive me. I will do anything. Everything. Please stay. Forgive me!”
I begged her.
“Anything?”
she asked.
“Yes! Anything! Please don’t go, sayang!”
In the words of one of the brothers here, Wanda now had me by the balls.
Wanda laid down her ‘demands’.
I half expected her to ask me to divorce my wife or give her some money but she asked for neither. Instead, she asked me to kneel down.
I widen my eyes and gave her a shocked expression. Never in my life had I knelt in front of a woman. Even when I proposed to my wife, I did it in a seated position.
“Kamu tidak mau?”
she asked if I was unwilling to kneel down.
She didn’t have to ask twice. I sank down to my knees and lowered my head. I saw her white robe fall to the floor and I looked up. In front of me was her young, naked, nubile body; I was tempted to reach for her soft, small molds but I stopped myself.
She stuck two of her fingers into her privates and started rubbing rhythmically. Satisfied she was well lubricated, she instructed me to suck her fingers.
“Isap.”
she instructed me.
Confused as to what she really wanted, I began sucking her fingers, first out of fear, then out of curiosity.
Wanda left out a soft moan; this triggered me to suck harder and faster. It was as if I was giving her fingers a blow job. Getting aroused, my hand instinctively reached up to touch her small, tender breasts.
“Jangan sentuh saya,”
she said and she smacked my hands away; she didn’t allow me to touch her. I was shocked.
Seeing she was in control, she pushed me to the floor and made me lie down. Then she crawled on top of me, taking a sixty-nine position. See her vagina just centimeters away from my face, I didn’t wait for an invitation; I began to lick it.
“Ah! Yes!”
she moaned,
“Makan saya, sayang.”
she hissed as I devoured her dripping wet cunt,
“Yes! Eat! Eat more”
she moaned. Encouraged by her, I continued my attack with greater ferocity.
Then, without any warning she slid my erect cock into her mouth and began blowing me off. Taken off guard by her ‘sudden attack’, I practically groaned into her pussy. She didn’t have to suck too long for I soon came into her mouth.
With the turn of events, I expected her to spit out my cum in disgust. On the contrary,
as soon as my cock started throbbing, she lowered herself, putting my penis as far down her throat as she could until she gagged. Her choking caused even greater sensations to my already sensitive dick head and I started moaning uncontrollably.
As I lay panting on my cool bedroom floor she got up and turned around. She came closer. I pursed my lips, expecting a kiss from her, only to have her tongue part them and then she deposited the warm mixture of her saliva and my cum into my mouth.
“Swallow, sayang,”
she coaxed,
“and now you share to me.”
she said as she laid her little head onto my hairy chest. I wanted to ask her what she meant but decided against it. I took in the fragrance of her jet black hair and embraced her.
“Now are you want me?”
, she asked,
“Am I now call you sayang?”
she asked.
“Hmm…… Hmm……”
I heard myself say as I drifted off to sleep.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
As I lay panting on my cool bedroom floor she got up and turned around. She came closer. I pursed my lips, expecting a kiss from her, only to have her tongue part them and then she deposited the warm mixture of her saliva and my cum into my mouth.
“Swallow, sayang,”
she coaxed,
“and now you share to me.”
she said as she laid her little head onto my hairy chest. I wanted to ask her what she meant but decided against it. I took in the fragrance of her jet black hair and embraced her.
“Now are you want me?”
, she asked,
“Am I now call you sayang?”
she asked.
“Hmm…… Hmm……”
I heard myself say as I drifted off to sleep.
Again when I awoke, Wanda was gone. It was still dark. Had she gone back to her room to sleep?
I went into the study room to check on my wife and son; our love-making was so loud, surely they must have heard it? What greeted me was the snoring of the mother and her son. I chuckled and then closed the door.
I went to the kitchen to get myself a glass of plain water. I needed to clear my head. One of the brothers here said I was ‘brave’ to have embarked on my journey. I suppose it’s more of a case of ‘fools rush in where angels fear to tread’. I was never one to ‘fight’ for things. Sure I did go after my wife but I felt that I was usually ‘handed’ things; if I met with too many obstacles or objections, I felt it was heaven’s way of telling me this was not to be and I would just ‘back off’. Had Wanda offer more resistance, I would not have found myself in this position.
“Belum tidur, sayang?”
I felt a soft touch on my shoulder.
“I just came to get some water,”
I said,
“I’m sorry Wanda, I don’t know what came over me.”
I explained.
“Shh! Jagan.”
she put her finger on my lips. She told me she felt hurt the way I treated her recently. She wanted to know why I behaved in this manner. I wanted to ‘confront’ her based the claims made the gang of ‘LAW-ers’ but decided against it. I didn’t want to risk another blowout. The make-up sex was good but I wasn’t prepared for another emotional roller-coaster this close to the last episode. I just blamed it on my insecurity.
She hugged me. I looked around, afraid that either my wife or my son would wake up and walk in on us.
“Are you love me?”
Wanda asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes,”
I replied almost instantaneously,
“but I am married.”
“You love me, is enough.”
Wanda replied,
“When big sister sick, small sister is duty to make husband happy.”
I smiled. Somehow her twisted ‘logic’ made sense. Didn’t our grandfather’s grandfathers also practice polygamy? I smiled and squeezed her nipples. She gave a little squeal and we retired to the room; our master bedroom.